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05 January 2013 @ 11:45 pm
Prison Break - Finding Warmth  
Title: Finding Warmth
Author: clair_de_lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael/Sara
Category: Het
Rating: R
Word Count: ~ 965
Summary: It was something she had forgotten about the Chicagoan winters... (Post-series, alternate canon.)
Notes: Written for New Year 2013’s mini-round at rounds_of_kink.

Kink and prompt for rounds_of_kink: Wall!sex & Snow. Let’s say this is set in the same universe as White Christmas – thirty or thirty-five years earlier.
Many thanks to tuesdaeschild for the beta.

Sara half closed her eyes in the darkness of the lobby. They hadn’t bothered turning on the light. They hadn’t taken the time to turn on the light. Michael was kissing her, hot and deep, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his chin still chilling from outside. She leaned against the wall right near the entry door and opened up, lax and lazy. She could see where this was going. The kiss was all lips and tongue, slow and eager at the same time; not the kind of kiss you gave someone at the end of the evening before going to bed, good night and sleep tight.

His hands glided down, tearing at the buttons of her coat, at the same time that he moved from her mouth to her chin, her jaw, the side of her neck. He bit softly, and then less softly when she ground into him.

“We have a bed, you know? A large, comfortable bed.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper, rough and suggesting she couldn’t care less if they didn’t take this to said large and comfortable bed.

Michael’s fingers were freezing cold on the warm underside of her thighs and butt as he lifted her up and held her against the wall. Sara shivered, both at the contrast of temperatures and in pleasure.

“I know,” he slurred.

She tilted her head back and watched him carefully. Nice sight. It was something she had forgotten about the Chicagoan winters, how they colored cheeks in pink, made eyes glitter, and sprinkled delicate snowflakes on hair and eyelashes. Even though Michael’s pink cheeks and glittering eyes might be due less to the Chicagoan winter than to his hands finding their way into her clothes.

It was their first visit to Chicago in years. New Year Eve at LJ’s, with Lincoln, Sofia and only a few friends. She would have never imagined she would miss the city so much. She had.

“Bed’s too far,” he whispered into her ear, voice like velvet and honey; like he needed to seduce and convince her; like she wasn’t already wrapping herself around him.

It was her hands that moved, opened their coats, his pants, lifted up her skirt just enough to offer him access. Frozen snowflakes fell from his coat and scarf and melted on her skin, into the silk of her gown.

“You prefer to go to bed?” he offered gently.

She shook her head. The wall was good enough behind her back; it was all what she needed as long as he was pinning her against it. She gasped and bucked when his fingers pushed her panties aside. Cold. Gasped and bucked again when he started to slide into her. Warm, almost burning hot.

“You okay?” he asked stopping mid-way, concerned and careful and driving her crazy.

She shifted around him, trying and managing to draw him deeper. He was killing her. What was that? You either fucked someone against a wall fast and dirty or you took them like a porcelain doll, but what was that? Cold lips and warm tongue sucked onto her pulse, slid up her neck and to her mouth.

Such a desperate and needy kiss. She took his face between her hands and looked him in the eye.

“Don’t hold back, Michael.”


“No. You’d better not.”

With a devious grin, he parted her legs wider, hooking her right knee over the corner of the small credenza near the door, and he thrust into her, deep and hard, unceremoniously shoving her into the wall. That was more like it. She arched and thrust back, focusing on the few spots where she could feel him. Face, hands, cock; that was it, really. It was a stark contrast with the layers of clothes between them, the coats, the suit and shirt, dress, scarves, stockings – earlier tonight, he’d watched her put the stockings on with the obvious delight of the man for whom stockings won over pantyhose anytime – that, at her twisted pleasure, got in the way. It made the sensation of the smooth and hard flesh inside her all the more intense.

She hunched forward, her arms around his shoulders. The cold from outside clinging to their clothes was ebbing away fast, replaced with steamy breath and sweaty hands. She warmed the shell of his ear with a sweep of tongue and a languid kiss. Something else she had forgotten about the winters around here, how nice it was to warm up when they’d left you cold and shivering.

She raised her head and sighed when he came inside her, kissed his cheeks that were now reddening out of embarrassment; sighed again and let her sighs morph into moans when he slid to his knees before her, his head between her legs, against her belly, his fingers and his lips working, working...

Yes, the cold was all gone. She leaned heavily against the wall, supporting herself on Michael’s shoulders with both hands, face and chest flushed, stomach and inner thighs burning, breathing hot and moist.

The last snowflakes had done melting under her fingertips sometime between the moment where he’d eased his way into her and the moment he’d knelt before her. She rubbed her fingers on the wool of his coat, kneading him through the heavy garment.

She remembered the bed in the next room. Huge and comfortable, piled with soft and fluffy blankets, perfect for lazing and cuddling. She half-walked, half-let him carry her to the bedroom.

The bed was all welcoming warmth. So was Michael as she spooned him and nestled her chin between his jaw and his shoulder. She felt asleep with the sight of the whirlwinds of snow cushioning the windows and the comforting smoothness of Michael’s back against her breasts and belly.


--Feedback wouldn't hurt. Just sayin' ;)
Anna: kissanna_tarawiel on January 6th, 2013 04:24 pm (UTC)

Quelle bonne surprise! Quel bon moment je viens de passer, blottie dans mon canapé (niant complètement que je retourne travailler demain...).
*feeling all warm inside indeed*
Anna: funanna_tarawiel on January 6th, 2013 04:28 pm (UTC)
Also, finding a gingerbread man in my inbox truly made my day :-) Thanks a lot. (As a matter of fact, I was wearing gingerbread man earrings yesterday ;-))
Clair de Lune: divers - noelclair_de_lune on January 6th, 2013 05:42 pm (UTC)
Aww, you're welcome!
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 3clair_de_lune on January 6th, 2013 05:41 pm (UTC)
Surprise est le terme, je crois : en faisant la "review" de mes fics de 2012, je me suis rendu compte que j'ai écrit très peu de Michael/Sara, l'an dernier...
Ravie d'avoir contribué un tout petit peu à prolonger tes vacances :)

(Je retourne travailler demain et je suis aussi dans le déni ;))
happy is as happy does: Michael & Sara S4 kiss - PBhappywriter06 on January 6th, 2013 10:12 pm (UTC)
You have a way with words. *happy sigh* Every time I read one of your fics, I love the imagines that dance around in my head.

Edited at 2013-01-06 10:12 pm (UTC)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 3clair_de_lune on January 7th, 2013 07:58 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you so much. That said, they're so lovely characters... it's not hard to picture lovely images of them :-p
Serendipityxxi: LJ Addictserendipityxxi on January 7th, 2013 02:19 am (UTC)
I love the contrast of the sensations here and it's so comfortable and fluid, no stumbles because they know each other so well! Lovely little fic :)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 2clair_de_lune on January 7th, 2013 07:58 pm (UTC)
I ♥ you.
You put your finger on what I wanted to convey - at least I was aiming for that contrast of the sensations. I like the idea of the two of them coming back to Chicago, probably because I usually set my post-series fics in Costa Rica and I miss the original settings of the show. Being so comfortable with each other isn't something I wrote consciously, but in my mind they've been married for a few years, so well...
Thank you :)
Genevieve: 401 hug by sezmsgenevieve on January 7th, 2013 12:00 pm (UTC)
First fic I've read in a long time, and I'm so glad it's you and your beautiful writing. You make me laugh out loud in one sentence and then have me flailing in the next. Fabulous!
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on January 7th, 2013 07:59 pm (UTC)
Hi there! That poor fandom is being kind of... not very lively these days, and it's good to see your around.
Thank you so much for your kind words :)
kenmath01kenmath01 on January 7th, 2013 09:30 pm (UTC)
Oh my gosh! For the longest time , I thought everybody quit writing Michael and Sarah fics. This post literally made my day! I can't wait for more fics from you and everybody else.(:
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 2clair_de_lune on January 7th, 2013 10:00 pm (UTC)
Yay, so glad you liked it!
I used to write a lot more of Michael/Sara, but every now and then I still come up with something about them. (The rest of the time, I gravitate towards Michael/Sara/Lincoln which is... not necessarily everyone's cup of tea ;))
Thanks for your comment. It's nice to see people interested in PB fic :D
kenmath01kenmath01 on January 12th, 2013 02:40 pm (UTC)
Hey! I Was Wondering If You Could Maybe Tell Me What Stories You Have That Are Michael/Sara And Are Pregnancy Related Or Any Where They Have Kids.? I Would REALLY Love The Links Of Some Maybe.?.(; You Don't Have To But Izreally Like Alot Of Your Stories!! ~Kennedy
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on January 12th, 2013 03:14 pm (UTC)
I haven't written a lot of fics with kids or pregnancy related, and they're always short. The main/only one is probably Roses and Cabbages. Kids are mentioned in Of Nightmares, Night-Lights and Kept Promises and White Christmas. And if you don't mind Michael/Sara/Lincoln in Four Times Sara and Lincoln Tackled Michael Down and Kids (Past, present and future). But I think that's pretty much it...
girlwithrose: pic#118154945girlwithrose on January 7th, 2013 09:30 pm (UTC)
I´ve been reading stories on livejournal for a few years now, but this is my very first comment here ever...
Michael/Sara has always been my favorite couple.... and it will always be.... I love how wonderful you describe their feelings and love for each other... amazing!
Please keep up the good work...
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 3clair_de_lune on January 7th, 2013 10:01 pm (UTC)
Well, welcome to commenting around here, then, and thank you for showing up :)
They're a lovely couple. I've realized a few days ago that I don't write them as much as I used to - I need to work on that.
I'm happy you liked the ficlet, and thanks again for reading and reviewing!
spoilerphobe: Michael Sara train kissscribblecat on January 7th, 2013 10:12 pm (UTC)
Gah. Ah.
I loved it! Hot and steamy Michael and Sara goodness is always welcome from you.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on January 8th, 2013 07:30 pm (UTC)
I haven't written a lot of Michael/Sara, lately. That's a sad, sad mistake!
Thanks a lot for your kind words :)
Maz (or foxxy!): Scylla Kisstuesdaeschild on January 10th, 2013 12:19 pm (UTC)
I can think of worse ways to warm up on a cold winter's night. A lot, lot worse. ;)

Michael and Sara are still my favourite het pairing of all time and you make them so hot and pretty! <3
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 2clair_de_lune on January 12th, 2013 12:35 pm (UTC)
Michael is just that considerate toward Sara, making sure she's not cold ;)

They're too adorable for words!

Thank you, Foxy :)
Maz (or foxxy!): Soulmatestuesdaeschild on January 12th, 2013 05:37 pm (UTC)
They're too adorable for words!

They are indeed - and you're welcome. :)
Andrea: wentworthsilentflux on April 2nd, 2013 02:46 pm (UTC)
Sorry I'm so late :( This was just lovely, hon. Hot and it had a great flow to it... it was a joy to read this :D
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on April 7th, 2013 06:08 pm (UTC)
Feedback-wise, it's never too late anyway ;)
Thanks so much for dropping by!