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Ordinary	By : AKSiren Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 7030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Southern Vampire, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Mikhaila, Robert and Fort are mine. Keep your hands off. : )
The rest are Miss Harris’. Go ask her if you can play with those.
: ) And I stole the title of the chapter from Christina Aguilera. She's a lovely singer...
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After outlining the plan of attack, Mikhaila sent the men in separate directions. Fort was upstairs checking the furniture. Robert was checking the pipes and water heater. Calvin was ripping up carpet, and Mikhaila was making a list of things she needed.

Fort came stomping down the stairs around two and stopped at the dining room table. “New beds, obviously. The dressers are warped and need more work than they’re worth. I’ll go check the living room,” he said.

“No,” Mikhaila responded. “I’ll go check the living room. You take a quick break and have some coffee. “

Fort grumbled something under his breath but Mikhaila didn’t stick around to hear it. She walked into the living room and tripped over a warm body. The arm that reached out to steady her caught her around her upper body and allowed her to sink slowly to her knees.

“Thanks,” Mikhaila gasped. She found herself staring into a pair of bright green eyes.

Calvin merely nodded and went back to prying up the carpet. Mikhaila studied Calvin’s face for a split second before rising to her feet to begin her task. ‘He’s handsome,’ she thought. ‘But much too old for me. And besides, what about Fort?’

She plopped onto the old brown couch across the room from the working man. She frowned when the springs creaked. There were holes in the cushions, and when Mikhaila pulled the couch away from the wall, she saw holes in the back of the couch as well. Mice, she decided. The couch would definitely have to go. She moved on to the wooden rocker sitting across from the couch. One of the arms was loose, she noted, and it needed a new finish. She thought, ‘Maybe one of the guys can teach me how to do this.’

The coffee table was going to have to go too. It was too beaten and scarred and chipped to be fixed. Mikhaila began to tug the couch towards the door. It wouldn’t budge.

“Son of a bitch,” she muttered. She was grabbing the couch to tug again when Calvin’s hand descended on hers.

“You go to the other end and push,” he said. “I’ll pull.”

“Okay.” Mikhaila couldn’t say anything else. All she could think was, ‘He’s touching me. And I like it. Wish he would stop. Can’t think. Can’t even breathe. Too close.’

Calvin slid his hand off of hers and onto the couch. “Go on now,” he urged her.

Mikhaila took a deep breath to steady herself and moved to the other end of the couch.

Together, they moved the destroyed piece of furniture into the entry way.

“What are you two doing?”

Mikhaila looked up to see Fort looming near them in the living room.
“We’re taking this outside.”

“I’ll help you move the furniture so Calvin can go back to pulling up carpet,” Fort said as he moved up to the arm of the couch.

Calvin looked at Mikhaila and she nodded at him. “Go have some coffee,” she insisted. “Fort and I can do the furniture.” Mikhaila followed him with her eyes until Fort cleared his throat.

As Fort pulled on the couch he lowered his voice and said, “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

Mikhaila gave a good hearty push and replied, “Well the way he looks at me is my business. He is looking at me after all, not you.”

“I still don’t like it. What right does he think he has to look at you? You don’t belong to him,” Fort growled.

“I don’t belong to you either,” Mikhaila said softly. She kept her eyes on the couch as she pushed again.

Fort yanked hard on the couch to get his end out of the door and nearly fell over backwards. “No,” he said. “Not yet.”

Mikhaila’s eyes widened as she watched Fort right himself. “Excuse me?” she asked.

Climbing over the couch to stand next to her, Fort turned to her and said, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about it for a couple weeks now.”

They both pushed on the couch again as Fort said, “It never seemed like the right time…” push “… to ask you…” push “… if you would consider seeing me – hold on a sec.” Fort lifted the couch over the doorsill and shoved it to the left hand side of the porch.

“If you would consider seeing me on a regular basis,” Fort continued.

Mikhaila studied the couch for a moment. She noticed that the curtains and blinds in the neighboring houses were getting twitched aside to allow the occupants to see the goings on of her home. She smiled and waved at them all, just to surprise them. As she turned to go back in the house, Fort nudged her. “Well?” he asked.

“Hm,” Mikhaila responded as she walked back into the house.

As he helped her pick up the coffee table Fort pressed. “You gonna answer my question?”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

Mikhaila sighed. “You didn’t ask me anything. You just said it was never the right time to ask.”

“Oh.” Fort paused and then spoke. “So will you consider seeing me on a regular basis?”

Mikhaila waited till they were on the porch before saying, “Yeah. I’ll consider it. Turn this upside down please.”

They set the coffee table on it’s top on top of the couch.

Fort caught his hand in hers and pulled her to the right hand side of the porch, well away from the door.

“I know you were interested in me a long time ago,” he began. Mikhaila blushed as he said, “I could tell. But you were fifteen at the time. I thought it was just a crush. But then you got older and you were still interested. At first I was afraid your dad wouldn’t be happy if he knew I saw you that way. I wasn’t sure if there was someone else in the pack closer to your own age that might have been interested. So I waited some more. At Uncle Stan’s funeral, Rob told me to go ahead and ask you out if I had a mind. And I do.”

Mikhaila could barely breathe when Fort squeezed her hand and continued, “I want to see you. I want to take you out and show you off. I want to take you with me where ever I go.” Fort leaned closer and whispered, “I want to take you to my bed. I want to see what you really look like.”

“Whoa,” Mikhaila said weakly as she collapsed against the wall. “That’s a lot of wants.”

Fort brushed his lips against her earlobe as he replied, “Those could just as quickly and easily become needs. Like it’s becoming a need right now.”

Mikhaila could feel that particular need poking through his jeans. She shivered. “Okay,” she said quietly, “this isn’t doing either you or me any good. Do me a favor and take two steps back please.”

When Fort hesitated Mikhaila braced her hands on his chest and pushed against him. With his five-nine frame well away from her, Mikhaila took the opportunity to study the man in front of her.

His eyes were glazed and bluer than before. His short blond hair tousled when he ran his hands through it as he tried to regain control of himself. The porch shifted under his two hundred pounds, and Mikhaila remembered the one time she’d seen Fort without his clothes. He was all muscle then, and he was all muscle now, she was sure.

“When do you want to tell your dad?” Fort asked.

“Tell me what?” Robert asked from the door way. His shirt was covered in filth from the water heater. He stepped out onto the porch and was followed by Calvin.

“Mikie’s agreed to see me,” Fort blurted out.

Mikhaila watched her father, and Calvin too, though she didn’t know why, for their reactions.

Robert was all smiles. Calvin was almost blank. Mikhaila noticed a glimpse of what looked like the tiniest of hope being smashed in his eyes and couldn’t stand it. She hurried to explain. “Actually, I’ve only agreed to consider seeing you, Fort. There’s a difference.”

Both Fort and Robert were caught up short by her declaration.

“But…” both men protested in unison and immediately closed their mouths when Mikhaila spoke again.

“I have a lot to deal with right now. I want to make sure I make the right decision for the right reason. Please Fort, give me a little time. Please.”

Fort nodded and said, “Anything you want, Chickydee.”

Robert checked his watch and said, “We should probably head back. We’ll be back tomorrow Punkin. Between Fort and I, we know what you need here.”

Fort clasped both of Mikhaila’s hands in his and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on her forehead. “You need anything,” he said, “call me.”

Mikhaila nodded and watched him head down the stairs to his truck. When Fort pulled out and was on his way, Robert came up next to his daughter. He set his coffee cup on the rail and put his hands on her shoulders.

When she finally looked into his eyes, Mikhaila saw her father’s love for her and it made her feel strong.

“Mikhaila,” he said. “Don’t make any decisions because you think that it’s what someone else wants. Make them because it’s what you feel to be right. I’ll be back tomorrow with supplies,” he smiled. Mikhaila hugged her father. She had to stand on tip-toe because he was so tall. She was pleased to note that he had slimmed down and muscled up as the doctor had ordered.

When they parted Mikhaila watched him move slowly down the stairs. His dark head bowed for a moment as he paused next to his jeep. He turned and spoke to Calvin, who was leaning against the door frame. “Mr. Norris, I appreciate you putting up with us. Thank you.”

Mikhaila saw the respect in her father’s dark brown eyes. She smiled as she watched his massive frame climb into the jeep.

As he pulled away from the house, both she and Calvin waved.

When her father was gone, Mikhaila listed into the house. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She was surprised when she heard the door shut behind her, but was quickly reassured when she heard Calvin ask, “Is there anything else that needs to be moved while I’m here?”

Mikhaila replied, “Yeah, the beds. And the carpet, since it’s in the way.”

Calvin helped her haul the roll of carpet out onto the porch and lean it against a wall.

As they headed up the stairs to tackle the beds Calvin said, “You want him.”

A/N: Hope ya'll enjoy. If we have any closet SOuthern Vampire/Sookie fans in here, give me a holler. Siren
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