46Title: Blomkvist and Salander finally talk (part 1/3)
Pairing: Lisbeth Salander/Mikael Blomkvist fanfiction
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: light M
Disclaimer: I do not own The Millennium trilogy or its characters. I do not make any profit out of this. I'm only borrowing them for a little while until I finish this fan fiction and borrow them for another. :)
Summary: Set right at the end of The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest (book). Mikael Blomkvist appears at Lisbeth Salander's doorstep, and they finally get to talk.
Warning: Short sex content (I swear that I behaved myself this time).
A/N: I have never seen a Blomkvist/Salander pairing fic anywhere. This website sadly didn't even have a section for the Millennium movies or books at the time I first wrote this (2010). So, bear with me as this is a TOTAL shot in the dark for me. I really do appreciate feedback, because hits do not necessarily mean that you actually read it. Constructive negative feedback is also appreciated! XD Please use the review area or PM me.
A/N 2: I used some extracts from the book merely to give the initial picture. These are highlighted in italics.
A/N 3: Check out the Salander/Blomkvist video on YouTube under NKxl795jFkE (just change the link of any YouTube video to this video ID).
No more talk... let's get on with the bloody thing...
It was 7.00 that evening when Salander, to her great annoyance, heard
the doorbell ring. She was in the bath and the water was still
steaming. There was really only one person who could be at her front
door.
At first she thought she would ignore it, but at the third ring she
sighed, got out of the bath, and wrapped a towel around her. With her
lower lip pouting, she trailed water down the hall floor. She opened
the door a crack.
"Hello," Blomkvist said.
She did not answer.
"Did you hear the evening news?"
She shook her head.
He told her about the late events involving Niedermann. Salander was
already well aware of the news but pretended not to know.
Blomkvist stood there in silence. They looked at each other through
the crack in the door.
"Am I interrupting something?" he said.
She shrugged. "I was in the bath."
"I can see that. Can I come in?"
She gave him an acid look.
"Lisbeth, I like your company and I respect you. I believe I've given you enough proof of it.
I refuse to let you shut me out of your life just because..." he
trailed off scratching the back of his head.
"Because?" she prompted.
"Because... I know a few of your private secrets," he said a little
frustrated.
Salander narrowed her eyes, her head started to spin trying to interpret the real reason for his visit. "She spilled it to you, didn't she?"
Blomkvist stared at her with a puzzled expression, "she?"
"Giannini," she said in a raspy voice. "She wants to play the
little, nice sister."
"My sister is very professional and I can assure you that nothing
that you said or say to her will ever come to my knowledge without
your express consent."
"You're a family of bastards," she breathed out.
"I have not the slightest idea what you are talking about." He said
starting to lose temper. "I'll not let you accuse Annika or me without
any further elaboration." Blomkvist said forcing the door open with
his foot.
Salander stumbled backwards but stopped short. She stood in his way,
not allowing him to progress his invasion any further into her
apartment.
He closed the door, and she noticed that he carried a bag of bagels and
an espresso coffee pack.
Blomkvist started, "What's your problem with me? I've been
wondering about this for quite a while now. You are not a lunatic. I
guess we've already established that. Therefore, there must be a reason.
You keep bulldozing people who care about you. Or you simply
ignore them. Armansky, Palmgren... they are your problem. But now, Annika... It
took me a lot of convincing to set my sister as your lawyer. She
respects you and you are her client. She is an exemplary professional
and will never betray any vow of secrecy to you as long as it's not
against the law. So, may I ask what are these accusations all about?"
Blomkvist's face was red but he actually managed to say the last
sentence in a calmer and polite manner.
"I fell in love with you," she said in a quite tone. Her gaze
dropped to the floor for a split second but it was back on him in an
intense stare.
"What?" he said with a completely bewildered expression.
"I. fucking. fell. in. love. with. you. That's what I said." She repeated
emphasising every word.