It’s best when it’s the three of them at night, sleeping it off pressed together like layers of glass. The fan twists slowly overhead but makes nothing of their combined heat.
It’s best when Michael’s pinned between them, their cries mingling as Fiona lifts her hips into each thrust of Sam’s solid weight driving him in deeper.
It’s best when she smiles and laughs at them for trying to outlast her and never succeeding.
It’s best when Sam kisses him and then her, then starts over kissing her again and them him just to make it fair.
"Best" (Burn Notice, Mike/Fi/Sam, Explicit.)
It’s best when Michael’s pinned between them, their cries mingling as Fiona lifts her hips into each thrust of Sam’s solid weight driving him in deeper.
It’s best when she smiles and laughs at them for trying to outlast her and never succeeding.
It’s best when Sam kisses him and then her, then starts over kissing her again and them him just to make it fair.
Together is best.