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madwomanwithaboxTitle: Connections
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael/Sara
Rating: NC-17 for smut
Het/Slash/Both: Het
Warning: Spoilers for end of Season One and Season Two overall, specifically FIRST DOWN
Timeline: Shortly after FIRST DOWN
A/N: Done for Medie's Porn Battle (prompt: refuge), and will not be the only fic I write for this little foofooraw. Beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rogueapprentice, but I finagled it, so all mistakes and general suckiness are mine alone.
For my PB peeps, especiallyrogueapprentice, halfdutch, and foxxcub, my Michael/Sara soul sistahs. And also to lollobrigida for driving the final nail into my fandom coffin, locking me into teh PB love for life. ALL YOUR FAULT, WOMAN. AND PS: I'M WINNING AGAIN. ;P
* * * * *
After the first call, they didn’t stop.
“Don’t call me again, Michael.”
“Just check him out…I know you can, Sara. You’re in trouble.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“I know you know you’re being followed. Kellerman…his name is Kellerman. He killed my nephew’s mother.”
He hung up after that.
She told herself she wasn’t forgiving him…but she *did* know she was being followed.
* * * * *
“Sara.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I need this, Sara…I need you.”
“I won’t help you again.”
“That’s not what I mean…you’re the only person in the country that’s not hunting us down. You’re one of the only people that cared. For *his* life.”
“Michael....”
“I’ll go now…but please. I need somewhere to go…I need someplace safe.”
“This isn’t that place, Michael.”
“I’m thinking of you, Sara.”
She hated him for the flood of warmth in her chest at the sound of his voice before he hung up.
* * * * *
It was two in the morning the next time he called.
“I dreamed of you.”
”Don’t, Michael…”
”I can’t help it. It’s driving me crazy…every bit of it. I used to see you every day…and there was some clarity in that. You know what’s wrong with me…but you don’t know how clear you made things.”
“Michael…”
“I still remember kissing you.”
Her eyes shut, and her chest ached, along with her body. She could still remember the heat of his nearness, the burning urge to trace those tattoos…when she checked his breathing, the smooth skin of his chest beneath her fingers…
“You’re sweet…and your hair was so soft in my hands…I wish I could have felt how soft you’d be in my arms.”
“Don’t…”
“Tell me. Tell me not to and I’ll hang up.”
“It’s two AM…”
”You’re in bed, aren’t you? Alone…we’re both alone, Sara, alone and aching. But we have this…this place we’re safe together. I’m not there…I can’t hurt you.”
She couldn’t answer…only shut her eyes. He was so quiet for so long, but she could hear him breathing…feel it on her neck…
“I want to show you how it could be for us…I want to hold you, undress you…I want to taste you again.”
She imagined her fingers were his as she brushed her hair out of her face, rolling on her back…felt her fingers, his fingers running along her neck and collarbone, and finally over her breast.
“I can feel your body…so warm, so…*beautiful*…and there’s nothing else, Sara. When I’m with you…the way you smell, the way you sound…I want to know the details rather than just see them.”
She can’t stop the flush creeping over her body as she touches her breast, lets her hand slide along her belly. “Stop…”
“Do you want me to?”
“No…yes…*Michael*…”
”Your voice drives me crazy…always a whisper so soft I can feel it on my skin…are you touching yourself, Sara?”
“Yes.”
“How do you feel?”
Past the fabric of her panties, ghosting over her clit…for a moment she can feel his body over her, slipping down, feel his mouth on her, slow and eager, warm and wet…
“So good…it’s so good…”
”I’d make it better if I were there. Your neck is so perfect…I could probably spend days running my tongue along that tendon in the side…can you feel it?”
“Mmmm…”
”Can you feel me touch you? Can you feel me tasting you…moving inside you?”
“Everywhere.” She breathed, wishing for him instead of her own fingers…but with his voice in her ear, for a moment it is him, and she can smell the clean dark scent of his skin, she can see his beautiful tattoos and eyes and feel his hair, stiff and sharp against her palm as she holds him…
“Come, Sara…please let me hear you come.”
She had to moan, had to cry out as she came all at once…no warning, no time to stop it, stars dancing behind her eyelids as they screwed shut too tightly. She was sure it was his name she called.
When it was over, she was warm and exhausted beneath the covers, lonely and spent. “Did you get what you want, Michael?”
His breath was even and low on the other end…too even.
“Yes…but not from you. *For* you. When I come…it’ll be inside you, and it’ll be perfect. And I will, Sara…I will come for you.”
Her eyes fell shut, her mind screaming and her heart aching as she rolled on her side, curling in on herself as she clutched the phone closer, hating that she wanted it to be his body.
”When?”
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael/Sara
Rating: NC-17 for smut
Het/Slash/Both: Het
Warning: Spoilers for end of Season One and Season Two overall, specifically FIRST DOWN
Timeline: Shortly after FIRST DOWN
A/N: Done for Medie's Porn Battle (prompt: refuge), and will not be the only fic I write for this little foofooraw. Beta'd by
rogueapprentice, but I finagled it, so all mistakes and general suckiness are mine alone.For my PB peeps, especially
rogueapprentice, halfdutch, and foxxcub, my Michael/Sara soul sistahs. And also to lollobrigida for driving the final nail into my fandom coffin, locking me into teh PB love for life. ALL YOUR FAULT, WOMAN. AND PS: I'M WINNING AGAIN. ;P* * * * *
After the first call, they didn’t stop.
“Don’t call me again, Michael.”
“Just check him out…I know you can, Sara. You’re in trouble.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“I know you know you’re being followed. Kellerman…his name is Kellerman. He killed my nephew’s mother.”
He hung up after that.
She told herself she wasn’t forgiving him…but she *did* know she was being followed.
* * * * *
“Sara.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I need this, Sara…I need you.”
“I won’t help you again.”
“That’s not what I mean…you’re the only person in the country that’s not hunting us down. You’re one of the only people that cared. For *his* life.”
“Michael....”
“I’ll go now…but please. I need somewhere to go…I need someplace safe.”
“This isn’t that place, Michael.”
“I’m thinking of you, Sara.”
She hated him for the flood of warmth in her chest at the sound of his voice before he hung up.
* * * * *
It was two in the morning the next time he called.
“I dreamed of you.”
”Don’t, Michael…”
”I can’t help it. It’s driving me crazy…every bit of it. I used to see you every day…and there was some clarity in that. You know what’s wrong with me…but you don’t know how clear you made things.”
“Michael…”
“I still remember kissing you.”
Her eyes shut, and her chest ached, along with her body. She could still remember the heat of his nearness, the burning urge to trace those tattoos…when she checked his breathing, the smooth skin of his chest beneath her fingers…
“You’re sweet…and your hair was so soft in my hands…I wish I could have felt how soft you’d be in my arms.”
“Don’t…”
“Tell me. Tell me not to and I’ll hang up.”
“It’s two AM…”
”You’re in bed, aren’t you? Alone…we’re both alone, Sara, alone and aching. But we have this…this place we’re safe together. I’m not there…I can’t hurt you.”
She couldn’t answer…only shut her eyes. He was so quiet for so long, but she could hear him breathing…feel it on her neck…
“I want to show you how it could be for us…I want to hold you, undress you…I want to taste you again.”
She imagined her fingers were his as she brushed her hair out of her face, rolling on her back…felt her fingers, his fingers running along her neck and collarbone, and finally over her breast.
“I can feel your body…so warm, so…*beautiful*…and there’s nothing else, Sara. When I’m with you…the way you smell, the way you sound…I want to know the details rather than just see them.”
She can’t stop the flush creeping over her body as she touches her breast, lets her hand slide along her belly. “Stop…”
“Do you want me to?”
“No…yes…*Michael*…”
”Your voice drives me crazy…always a whisper so soft I can feel it on my skin…are you touching yourself, Sara?”
“Yes.”
“How do you feel?”
Past the fabric of her panties, ghosting over her clit…for a moment she can feel his body over her, slipping down, feel his mouth on her, slow and eager, warm and wet…
“So good…it’s so good…”
”I’d make it better if I were there. Your neck is so perfect…I could probably spend days running my tongue along that tendon in the side…can you feel it?”
“Mmmm…”
”Can you feel me touch you? Can you feel me tasting you…moving inside you?”
“Everywhere.” She breathed, wishing for him instead of her own fingers…but with his voice in her ear, for a moment it is him, and she can smell the clean dark scent of his skin, she can see his beautiful tattoos and eyes and feel his hair, stiff and sharp against her palm as she holds him…
“Come, Sara…please let me hear you come.”
She had to moan, had to cry out as she came all at once…no warning, no time to stop it, stars dancing behind her eyelids as they screwed shut too tightly. She was sure it was his name she called.
When it was over, she was warm and exhausted beneath the covers, lonely and spent. “Did you get what you want, Michael?”
His breath was even and low on the other end…too even.
“Yes…but not from you. *For* you. When I come…it’ll be inside you, and it’ll be perfect. And I will, Sara…I will come for you.”
Her eyes fell shut, her mind screaming and her heart aching as she rolled on her side, curling in on herself as she clutched the phone closer, hating that she wanted it to be his body.
”When?”
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Date: 2006-09-24 05:22 am (UTC)You have been Lorelai-ed. ;)
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Date: 2006-09-24 08:45 am (UTC)that wins.
Now Faithy is jealous. HAAA!!! She's like damn. I should'a kept him on the phone a bit longer.
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Date: 2006-09-25 05:51 am (UTC)Sara just whimpered. A lot.
Hotness.