Salacity~~♠️Michael Langdon♠️

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This one is a little sister short, but it's also the smut for all you thirsties ;). But we also all know I never write 'filler chapters' so the smut isn't here just as a transition. It's honestly a pivotal point in Saoirse and Langdon's relationship. I don't like being blunt about things like that and as to why, but I think you guys will figure it out soon.

Enjoy!

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​Michael​ lead Saoirse back to his room while Mead trailed behind the two. Saoirse felt like the worst person in the world at that moment. She couldn't help but second guess herself and wonder if she was making the right decision.

Cordelia had lied to her for nearly four years. And as far as she knew Michael hadn't told her one lie since he'd arrived.

But then again, Michael had gone out of his way to kill everyone that was not useful to him, including her best friend. But they'd been revived, and Michael hadn't seemed the slightest bit fazed by it. Almost as if...he knew it was going to happen.

When they made it back to Michael's room, the man opened the door and let Saoirse enter before him, but she stopped in the doorway and looked to him.

"Why are we here? Why didn't you take me back to my room?" she stared up at him.

Michael smirked down at her, "I think you'll be more secure in here with me tonight, Saoirse."

"No," she shook her head, "Michael I need to clear my head please just let me go back to my room."

Michael reached out to place his hand on the small of her back, "I really think it'd be best for you to stay with me tonight," he repeated, "I don't want you under any sort of false influence."

"Michael I-"

"Saoirse, please," he looked down at her pleadingly, almost like he was a puppy begging for a treat.

"Fine," she groaned, giving into his request and entering his room.

Michael nodded before looking to Mead, "Stay with her while I go take care of something, quickly."

Mead nodded and stepped into the room as well, watching as Saoirse took a seat at Michael's desk, leaning her side on the back on it while placing her elbow at the top of the chair, her head balanced on her hand as they gazed the ground.

The woman really hadn't known the brunette all that well since they'd been at the outpost, Mead mostly made it her duty to stay away from those rescued, but in the short time that Mead had spent closer to Saoirse, she could tell she was special.

"It's not true," the woman spoke.

Saoirse looked up from the ground at Mead, "What are you talking about?"

"What Cordelia said earlier," she responded, "About him being a liar to you, Michael."

Saoirse frowned slightly as she stared at the woman, "How do you know?"

"I've known Michael for quite awhile, mothered him for quite some time as you saw," Mead glanced to the ground and then back at the girl in front of her, "I know the way he looks at something that means a lot to him."

Saoirse looked back down at the ground, "I still feel like a pawn..."

"He loves you," Mead assured her, "the way he looks at you, you may not see it, but he looks at you a different way than others. He'd burn the world to ashes to save you, I can see that much in his eyes. But I think you need to think about why you're with him. Because he can save you, or because you love him back."