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27 October 2010 @ 08:45 pm
Prison Break - All due Thanks  
Title: All due Thanks
Author: clair_de_lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael/Sara/Lincoln
Categories: Het, mild slash
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 740
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary/Prompt by yoruichiyoshi12 in comment_fic: The brothers’ way of saying thank you, Michael/Lincoln/Sucre or Michael/Lincoln/Sara. This one is for Michael/Lincoln/Sara. (Post-series, non-epilogue compliant.)
Author’s Note: The Michael/Lincoln aspect is relatively tame but please proceed with caution if the pairing bothers you.


Many thanks to tuesdaeschild for the beta.

They never did say ‘thank you’ for the infirmary door or Kim or dozens of small and not so small things. After, though, when everything is over, they do express their appreciation in an interesting manner.

Lincoln reaching over her shoulder to pull Michael in for a positively not-brotherly kiss makes her blink, but it’s too fast and shocking for Sara to assimilate what the brothers just did. She’s trapped between them, squeezed in the nicest way, the heat of their bodies adding to the warm air of the late afternoon. Because of the overwhelming closeness, her mind has been spinning for a while; the unexpected kiss is the last straw. She leans against Michael’s chest, lets her head loll back on his shoulder and stops thinking altogether.

With Michael’s hand on his neck, and his obvious blessing, Lincoln kisses a silent and thorough line of ‘thank you’ from the hollow of her throat to the curve of her inner thighs. Her thin green dress is hardly a hindrance, buttons popping open under his mouth and fingers, and not a curve or a swell is left out of his attentions. His stubble leaves, between her breasts and on her belly, a tingling that holds promises of too many memories; she can’t bring herself to care. Michael is whispering it in her ear anyway – “Let it happen, let us take care of you” – while her shoulders, neck and lips are offered to his ministrations. By the time Lincoln is kneeling at her feet and Michael is stroking every part of her that he can reach, she feels as though her whole body is aflame, and yearning is threatening to consume her. She’s in no mood to contradict them. It’s not as if they hadn’t anything to thank her for, right?

From this standpoint, Michael’s hand stealing from his brother’s neck to her groin is one way to say thanks. As are his fingers fondling her and opening her for Lincoln, his kisses becoming deeper and hotter or his other hand wandering over her and feeding the tiny fires burning beneath her skin. Her knees buckle, but the two men catch her and hold her between them without giving her a second to gather her thoughts. They’re merciless in their drive to pleasure her, even with each other. Lincoln’s tongue fights his brother’s hand out of its way, wanting more of her, more slick flesh to explore and arouse. The flurry of movements, the silk of Lincoln’s tongue sliding between Michael’s fingers make her feel as if her skin is suddenly too tight to contain her. She’s almost thrown over the edge and tipping; they quit the so-called struggle as her breath gets caught in her throat. Bastards.

Michael moves his hand up, whispers to Lincoln to push his tongue into her now, and brushes a finger on her clit. Just one finger, a too light touch. Panting, she begs for a kiss and a less featherlike caress. She should remember to never let him know what drives her wild as he won’t have any qualm to enforce it upon her – granted... to her utmost pleasure.

She swears and flails when Michael circles his finger in synchronization with Lincoln’s licking; whimpers fall from her lips at an increasing pace. Lincoln looks up from his kneeling position, an affectionate smirk curving his mouth.

“We just wanna say thanks, Sara,” he says, as falsely dead-serious as one can be.

She throws him a nasty glance, shoves his head back between her legs, and latches onto Michael’s mouth. Their hands reach for her breasts; interestingly enough, while Lincoln strokes gently, Michael pinches her nipple with a roughness that has her twist in earnest between the two of them. It’s an inconsistency she’ll address later. For now, she’s too busy enjoying the bothers’ way of saying thank you. She comes rubbing down onto Lincoln’s face, her moans swallowed by Michael’s mouth, all shreds of decency long forgotten. She shivers as they tenderly kiss and pet her. Even after her breathing has started to slow down and her body has stopped arching into their touch, remnants of the blaze they’ve ignited are still glowing.

She’s hardly surprised when Michael tears himself from her mouth to take Lincoln’s and savor her taste on his brother’s lips.

Nor when they strip her of what’s left of her dress, lay her down on the couch and explain to her they have many, many other things to thank her for.

-End-

--Comments are always welcome.
 
 
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The depressed optimist: PB - Scylla Kisslizparker6 on October 27th, 2010 07:36 pm (UTC)
I reaaaaly, reaaaaly should read this. Yet I always fail to resist. And for good reason.:) With my head screaming - BAD, I cannot help but love every word. you are simply too good with this.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on October 28th, 2010 06:55 pm (UTC)
I reaaaaly, reaaaaly should read this.
See what happened here? I'm going to assume you meant shouldn't and mock you and say "Freudian slip" *g*
It's okay, Sara's in the fic. As long as you don't enjoy - too much - Michael/Lincoln or Lincoln/Sara alone, your Michael/Sara shipper rep' is preserved ;)

Thanks a lot, dear :)
nrrrdy_grrrl on October 28th, 2010 12:08 am (UTC)
Just what I needed today!
Clair de Lune: pb - sara3clair_de_lune on October 28th, 2010 06:55 pm (UTC)
Always happy to help ;)
yoruichiyoshi12yoruichiyoshi12 on October 28th, 2010 12:16 pm (UTC)
*grins* Love all of it. Great job writing Sara and her frustration when the Lincoln wasn't giving her what she wanted. Oh Lincoln, you bad boy. <3
Clair de Lune: pb - lincolnclair_de_lune on October 28th, 2010 06:57 pm (UTC)
Lincoln is a tease who needs to be taught some good manners ;)
Thank you, and so glad you liked this. It was an... interesting prompt. I wish a bit I had used a more different approach for each ficlet, but I'm not going to write a third one just for this reason *g*
Maz (or foxxy!): Hot Muchtuesdaeschild on October 28th, 2010 05:07 pm (UTC)
She throws him a nasty glance, shoves his head back between her legs, and latches onto Michael’s mouth.

Hehe!! Ata girl, Sara! Make Lincoln behave! I did love that line and the image it conjured up! :)
Clair de Lune: pb - sara4clair_de_lune on October 28th, 2010 06:58 pm (UTC)
Sara rules! You know I like the brothers, but... I guess I wouldn't be on a threesome spree if I didn't love Sara too ^__^
Maz (or foxxy!): Ooops!tuesdaeschild on October 29th, 2010 08:33 am (UTC)
She really does! And someone has to keep those brothers toeing the line!

I wouldn't be indulging in beta'ing a threesome spree if I didn't love Sara too. Honestly. :)
Jackieyougottaletmego on October 28th, 2010 11:12 pm (UTC)
akfjasldkjf;laksdjf;lkajsdf

Can't.form.coherent.thoughts.

Clair de Lune: pb - sara3clair_de_lune on November 1st, 2010 10:22 am (UTC)
My job here is done, then *grins*
E. Chance Woodse_chance_woods on October 29th, 2010 08:28 am (UTC)
I love the way you write Lincoln. He turns into such a one dimensional ape (with painfully forced sounding crap-grammar) by the end of the show, but your writing brings back the subtly complex Lincoln with his blends of strength and gentleness, tendency towards rashness and ability to carefully plan, and above all his fierce loyalty, playfulness, and the depth of his love. (Ooooopsss....was that all one LONG sentence? It's 3:20 a.m. and I'm just too tired to fix it).

Details such as his facial stubble contrasted against the gentleness of his touch are the kind of thing I love. I know we've discussed Sara before and my difficulty fully buying her as a sexually "free" (for lack of a better word) character, but these threesome pieces really work. They definitely bring Lincoln into a wonderfully nuanced focus.

My husband will be waking up for work in about half an hour and I can NOT get caught still-awake and reading Prison Break porn, so please forgive any rambling and/or mistakes!
Clair de Lune: pb - trio2clair_de_lune on November 1st, 2010 10:22 am (UTC)
They probably imagined that in order to make Michael the smarter brother, the easiest way was to dumb down Lincoln. Which was both lazy and stupid, and not the case earlier in the show. School smart vs street smart, maybe, but smart vs dumb, no. I'm sure I'm rambling, but I feel in no way obligated to take into account the characterizations and some events from the fourth season. The strenght and rashness were always obvious but - more rambling - he also was, for example, the guy who folded origami cranes and made pancakes. So, indeed, much more than what they eventually made him.

It's disturbingly easier to write graphic smut with Sara in those thressome fics than in Michael/Sara stories. As for Lincoln, I think those fics have to bring out the facets you mention, or he would look like the brawl crashing the couple - or depending on your 'shipping preferences' Sara would look like the annoying third party crashing the brotherly couple.


I can NOT get caught still-awake and reading Prison Break porn
LOL.
Um, I mean, I hope you safely made it to bed ;) *uses appropriate icon of the trio with a laptop*