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12 October 2009 @ 06:40 pm
Prison Break - Should They...  
Title: Should They...
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Michael/Sara, Sara/Sofia, Lincoln
Category: Het, femslash
Rating: R
Word Count: ~ 1025
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: He’s merely watching because it’s happening right in front of his eyes, and somehow, it melted his steely resolve to... well, not look.
Author’s Note: This is a short companion piece for Shall We? Michael’s POV, post-series, non-epilogue compliant. Many thanks to mystressxoxo for the beta.



They’re kissing.

Michael doesn’t have a thing for lesbianism, whether faked or real. No more and no less than the next guy, anyway. He’s merely watching because it’s happening right in front of his eyes, and somehow, it melted his steely resolve to... well, not look. He’ll probably find a way to blame it on Lincoln later. It is Lincoln’s fault, after all; it is Lincoln who dared Sara – even though Sara took the bait, and Sofia played along, and he didn’t protest loud enough.

Hence, Michael watches the two women kiss. Sitting on the couch of his and Sara’s living room after a nice, cozy dinner: his wife, Lincoln’s girlfriend. Kissing. There are so many twisted things about this that he doesn’t even know where to start. That is, of course, the reason why he doesn’t start at all and just stares. It’s not a bad view, to be honest. Their lips brush each other’s before Sara mashes her mouth with Sofia’s; pink tongues dart out and delicately lick; pearly white teeth graze silky skin.

He listens to them, too. Moist little noises and sighs are escaping them, almost sounding like music. He knows those little noises because Sara makes similar ones when she’s kissing him, but never before had he realized that the wet sliding of lips and tongue against lips and tongue could be that... effective.

Sofia’s black hair and Lincoln’s raged breathing steal part of the image and part of the melody from him, and Michael feels like grabbing the young woman’s hair to push them out of the way. Same for Lincoln’s whole being, actually, although in his defense, none of this would have happened without his brother’s initiative. His brother who’s sporting a ludicrously obvious and probably quite uncomfortable erection right now, by the way. It serves him right, being played up and caught at his own game. Michael averts his eyes and avoids Lincoln’s. There really are things he doesn’t need to know about Linc – from the look of it, he already knows way too much – and reciprocally. The fact that their respective girlfriends smooching each other makes the two of them hot and bothered pertains to this category and is definitely TMI. Sara is displaying a more appealing view, anyway, and he drinks in the sight of her kissing, tasting and enjoying Sofia’s lips.

He finds the scene arousing, he’ll freely admit it, but not for the obvious reason – okay, not only for the obvious reason. Girl on girl action is nice, but Sara experiencing pleasure in any form is better; so a mixture of both is...

“So fucking hot,” Lincoln rasps, eyes trained on the two women.

Yeah. That. Although maybe Michael wouldn’t have worded it that way.

Sara is beautiful. She always is. She’s beautiful when she’s smiling, talking, crying, scoffing, lecturing, lying near-under-above him in bed... And she is as well when she’s kissing Sofia, using almost all the range of her skills – and he ought to know it’s a wide range. He should be jealous of Sofia, of the blessed-out expression she’s eliciting on Sara’s face, in her eyes, of the care and attention Sara is directing at her. He probably would be jealous if he wasn’t fascinated by the picture Sara is offering and the tiny sounds she’s uttering. Michael barely suppresses a whimper, and mocks himself for this, when Sofia’s fingers slide up his wife’s arm. He watches the thin, golden hand stroke the flesh he’s touched and kissed dozens of times; he can make out the goose bumps that suddenly prickle the smooth skin and wants nothing more than soothe them with a caress of his own. He pushes his fist into the cushions of the sofa. He can’t move now, can’t touch her now; he’s not sure how he could stop if he started anything. Slippery, slippery slope, going there now.

They slowly, lazily part because Lincoln has broken the spell with a crude imprecation – Michael will decide later if he needs to thank or blame his brother for this – and they smile. They grin at each other, at Lincoln’s foolishness, at Michael’s meltdown, who thought it was a stupid idea and can’t think straight anymore at all. Surely Sara wants to kill him dead right here, right now because she suggests with a devilish expression, “Let’s finish this later, shall we?” and seductively pats Sofia’s bare knee.

He swallows hard. Should they ‘finish this later’, he would take a seat and watch. No doubt about that. In his current state, it’s all too easy to picture the two of them together, fondling and rubbing against each other. In his mind’s eye, it is happening right now. Whereas Sofia is straightening her clothes and laughing off what just happened, he can imagine her letting Sara straddle her shoulders and grind down; she strokes and laps at her until Sara is coming with a sharp moan, her spine arched, her head thrown back, her red hair spread all over her shoulders. While Sara is mocking Linc and asking if he thinks she properly took up the challenge, he can envision her, sweaty and breathy, blanketing Sofia’s body; she earnestly mouths and sucks on the young woman’s breasts, dips a hand in the dark patch of hair between her legs and makes her writhe and beg for release.

He would watch them. Her. Hopefully, he would avoid making a fool of himself and manage not to jump in. Or maybe just afterwards, to kiss Sara’s musky taste off Sofia’s lips, settle behind Sara and hold her while she would be gathering her mind.

He doesn’t even understand Lincoln’s appreciative retort, but at least, it snaps him back to here and now. A little out of breath, he leans in and whispers into Sara’s ear, “Sign me in for the show.” She throws him an affectionate glance over her shoulder and reaches behind her to slide her fingers up his thigh. Naughtily, she curls them when his breath hitches in his throat.

Later, maybe, he will convince himself it was an in-the-heat-of-the-moment suggestion. But at this exact second? He most definitely means it.

-End-

Comments are always welcome.
 
 
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Maz (or foxxy!): You gotta be kidding!tuesdaeschild on October 12th, 2009 05:56 pm (UTC)
Just found it...but time is short so you can bet I'll be back tomorrow!! Oooooh!! :)
*hugs*
Clair de Lune: pb - michael3clair_de_lune on October 13th, 2009 07:56 pm (UTC)
*squishes ypu*
Maz (or foxxy!): Soulmatestuesdaeschild on October 14th, 2009 05:32 pm (UTC)
Dang it!! I made it back but a day later than I had hoped! *pouts*

Well, isn't Michael a little dark horse?!! I can see why he would find this scene attractive since he is totally smitten by Sara. I wonder if that's the motive men convince themselves of when they suggest their wives/partners/girlfriends get together and put on a show for their men? Seems sort of feasible, doesn't it?

Poor Lincoln with his ludicrously obvious and probably quite uncomfortable erection!! Haha!! It did serve him right though!! *g*

This is a hot little tale (even if I like my slash pairings male!) because of the way you describe Michael's thoughts and feelings. And, as your fics always are, it's beautifully told!

Michael would buy tickets then?!! *giggles* Or not...when he cools down!!

Love it! And sorry I was late!

*squishes you back*
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 3clair_de_lune on October 17th, 2009 01:52 pm (UTC)
isn't Michael a little dark horse?!!

Ahem. To emulate Temperance Brenann, "I don't know what that means." I do get what, literally, a little dark horse is, obviously, but I'm pretty sure there is another meaning to this phrase :-p

I wonder if that's the motive men convince themselves of when they suggest their wives/partners/girlfriends get together and put on a show for their men?

I'd tend to say they merely picture themselves in the middle. Of course, Michael doesn't because he pictures himself in Sofia's shoes instead he's so much better than that ;-)

Thanks so much *hugs* I think the initial fic with Sara's POV was more openly slashy, precisely because this one focuses so much on Michael's reaction - but focusing on Michael's reaction was the point ^__^
Maz (or foxxy!): Soulmatestuesdaeschild on October 27th, 2009 06:32 pm (UTC)
A little dark horse? Well, a dark horse in a horse race is one that achieves greater success than would normally be expected so now that I've explained that to myself too, maybe that isn't exactly the right phrase!! How about 'a wolf in sheep's clothing'?!! *g*

I'd tend to say they merely picture themselves in the middle.

I think most men would but you're right about Michael. He is so much better than that and of course he would picture himself in Sofia's shoes instead...you're not trying to get me started on 'dressing up' Michael again, are you?!! ;)

but focusing on Michael's reaction was the point ^__^

And you did make your point perfectly, my darling! Mmmmm!!

I've started on the email but I'm really tired so I'll continue tomorrow.
*hugs*
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on October 28th, 2009 02:53 pm (UTC)
How about 'a wolf in sheep's clothing'?!! *g*

This one sounds about right, even though, technically, he's innocent here - Lincoln's fault, right?
Thanks for the explanation. Idiomatic expressions are the trickest things. Sometimes they're quite obvious, or the same in both languages, and sometimes they're... well, not :-p

you're not trying to get me started on 'dressing up' Michael again, are you?!! ;)

Me? Never. And, um you need someone to start you on 'dressing up' Michael now? *g*

Edited at 2009-10-28 02:53 pm (UTC)
Maz (or foxxy!): Papi on the beachtuesdaeschild on November 1st, 2009 05:41 pm (UTC)
Yes, he is innocent here and became a victim of Lincoln's outrageous sense of adventure...or something!

Idiomatic expressions really are the most difficult part of a language, I think, and can only be learned from native speakers. I think 'wolf in sheep's clothing' is more self-expanatory than ' a dark horse', isn' t it? Any time I use one and you don't know what I mean please do ask! :)

And, um you need someone to start you on 'dressing up' Michael now? *g*

I wasn't fooled by your innocent look, you know! But anyway, now that you mention it, probably not!! *g*

tokenblkgirl: Prison Break: Smuttokenblkgirl on October 12th, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
This was fantastic. I honestly don't read all that many fics from Michael's POV, because the show filled so much of that in for me. But enjoyed his reaction not only to Sara, but Lincoln too, it made me LOL. This was gloriously hot, happy to see another fic from you. :)
Clair de Lune: pb - sara3clair_de_lune on October 13th, 2009 07:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you :D And I am happy I finally managed to write something!

I didn't want to go down the incest road here, so I guess the sligthly "eww / blame it on him" reaction to Lincoln was fitting ;)

I honestly don't read all that many fics from Michael's POV, because the show filled so much of that in for me.

I've had this companion piece in mind, with Michael's POV, for a while. The first fic was from Sara's perspective, I'm not sure Lincoln's take on the subject is that mysterious and I don't really care about Sofia's. Plus, I kind of mocked Michael in Shall We? so I had to amend myself a bit, right? *g* That being said, I understand what you mean. Most of the time, it doesn't bother me but I do appreciate a bit of diversity too.
Tori: pb | bleak | always on the runtorigates on October 13th, 2009 03:06 am (UTC)
This is just amazing!
Clair de Lune: pb - sofiaclair_de_lune on October 13th, 2009 07:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much :D
dani101: BSG-Laura-the lookdani101 on October 15th, 2009 08:55 pm (UTC)
I honestly am amazed how beautiful you write .Fantastic job.:)
Clair de Lune: pb - sara3clair_de_lune on October 17th, 2009 01:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks a lot for your kind words :) I'm glad you enjoyed the ficlet!
amodalie: went blueamodalie on November 8th, 2009 01:17 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmmh, this is nice! :)

Obviously I don't do it often enough but everytime I do it I say to myself I should do it more often. Does that make any sense? Read femslash or non-slashy fiction I mean... *lol*

The picture of Sara and Sofia kissing was certainly hot! And I liked Michael's melting resolve at realising how hot it was :D Know, what? You can sign me in for the show, too. *leans back to read 'shall we'*
See ya, honey!
Clair de Lune: s.w.calliesclair_de_lune on November 8th, 2009 02:16 pm (UTC)
Read femslash or non-slashy fiction I mean... *lol*

Oh, OK. I was wondering if you meant kissing Sofia more often. Or kissing Sara more often. Or watching Sara and Sofia kissing. Or watching Michael watching... *imoutofhere* *g*

I'm not that big on femslash but every now and then I like writing some. If I had a "femslash OTP", it probably would be Sara/Jane (I realise they never met ;-)) but Sara is pretty, and Sofia is pretty, so in a very, very shallow way, a bit of Sara/Sofia might have its appeal :-p Looks like Michael won't disagree.

*waves*
unbiddencreaunbiddencrea on February 9th, 2010 12:45 am (UTC)
Kawaii
I normally don't go for the femslashes but this one ultimately intrigued me.

Great job!
Clair de Lune: pb - sara3clair_de_lune on February 9th, 2010 07:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Kawaii
Well, I guess it's femslash in a het context, isn't it?

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for giving it a shot, and for your comment :)