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20 October 2007 @ 04:19 pm
Prison Break - Reality Check  
Title: Reality Check
Author: clair_de_lune
Pairing: Michael/Sara
Genre: Het
Spoilers: 2.16
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What he imagined was the soft sound of the sea and the cozy cabin aboard the Christina Rose; intimacy and all the time in the world; endless caresses and endearments. What he gets...
Notes: Initially written for a challenge at foxriver_fic, with the prompt PWP, Michael/Sara and a car. I can’t say I feel like reading, writing or posting anything Michael/Sara these days, but since I wrote it... Thanks to recycledfaery for the beta.

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What he imagined was the soft sound of the sea and the cozy cabin aboard the Christina Rose; intimacy and all the time in the world; endless caresses and endearments.

What he gets is the old sedan backseat and the harsh creaking of leather; Lincoln and Paul fucking Kellerman that may come back any minute now; he’s barely in position to reach for and fondles small expanses of naked skin; and instead of sweet words, there is the sound of desperate moans and whispers.

Sara has hastily yanked a leg out of her pants to free herself, her shirt runs high on her chest, and the skin of her stomach is gleaming with sweat. Her knees sink deep into the seat on each side of his hips and with some sort of purr, she arches her back, lifts her arms above her head and grips the headrest below her.

She’s showing off: he must admit the sight is quite something, and for a few seconds, he forgets everything he has imagined and hoped. Then, he slides a hand up her bare leg, slips the other under her shirt and lets it wander until he can palm a breast, round and soft under his fingers; the images of perfection come back with a vengeance. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it was supposed to...

“Stop thinking!” she grinds through her teeth.

“I’m not...”

Not really, anyway. But the facts are the facts, he can’t deny them: he’s an escaped convict with a half naked woman straddling him, a brother and a hit man likely to walk in on them, in a damn car parked in the damn middle of a damn garage. Someone please tell him how he could not be thinking about...

She slumps on him, tightens around him and, OK, now he understands how he can stop thinking. He gasps and bucks, grabs her hips and thrusts his upwards using every bit of the little leverage he has at his disposal. He can see her grinning between in-takes of air. She’s not really entitled to laugh at him, however, because in theory, he has not stop thinking: he’s just thinking about something completely different – a way to hold her even closer, to get deeper into her and to hear her pant louder in his ear. Maybe even beg a bit.

She bumps her head on the roof when she rises up on her knees, she bangs her skull on the headrest when she arches backwards and she probably burns her bare knee on the leather when she slouches back on him, hard and fast. She really doesn’t seem to care, even though he does, so he gathers her in his arms. He pulls her to him, strokes the small of her back, the nape of her neck. He kisses her throat, her jaw and then her lips; it’s a bit messier and dirtier than he’s intended to, but obviously, nobody’s complaining. She whimpers “Oh God” and “Help me here, Michael” in his mouth, and he’s not really teasing her when he asks her what she wants – just too far gone to get it. So she grasps his hand, firmly put it between her thighs and... all right, he’s not that dense, he does get it.

She’s so soft, taut and nice above him, around him, her skin so smooth, slick and warm beneath his fingers and his lips that he could go on and do that for hours. Petting, stroking, licking, nibbling. Happily. But then she presses herself against him, whispers and dips her tongue into his ear, and he must confess that ‘hours’ may have been a slight exaggeration – it will be seconds if he’s lucky.

He probably said that out loud because she’s hissing “Yes” with clear satisfaction and he can feel her panting and clenching and clawing at his shoulders and...

Yeah. Well. Seconds, really.

* *

They slowly slide to their sides and lay on the seat; he covers her, carefully hiding her from any peering eyes, and they rest for a few moments, motionless and somewhat out of breath.

“They’ll be back any minute now,” he finally says. It doesn’t stop him from kissing her, gliding his tongue against hers, holding her head between his hands, his fingers deep in her hair. No way he stops doing that unless someone grabs him and pulls him away. Forcefully.

“Doors are locked,” she lazily answers – and he remembers: not a nice girl.

He has imagined and planned something entirely different.

Doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate what he unexpectedly gets.


Current Mood: morosemorose
happy is as happy does: AU is the PB canon. - sarah_scribbleshappywriter06 on October 20th, 2007 05:40 pm (UTC)
Reality has never looked so good.

I'm glad you posted it even if you were in the mood.

When people write sex scenes, they tend to forget realism so this was nice that she hit her head and stuff like that. It makes it more believable.
sk56sk56 on October 21st, 2007 04:17 am (UTC)
I agree -- the realistic details are what make this story. There's something about actual facts that trumps any amount of speculative inner dialog.
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on October 21st, 2007 11:39 am (UTC)
Thank you. I was aiming for a non-fluffy-bit-of-desperate drabble, so glad to know it's there :-)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on October 21st, 2007 11:28 am (UTC)
I wrote it right after the Michael/Lincoln PWP, and the latter is actually quite happy and fluffy. I wanted to do something different with this one - not to mention I had already written a few happy and fluffy Michael/Sara fics ^^
Thanks a lot for your review :-)
alienmom: AU is the new cannonalienmom on October 20th, 2007 06:09 pm (UTC)
i agree with happywriter, very realistic! cramped quarters, limited time factor, fear of being caught, and, oh, the urgency!! brings back the memories! ;-P backseat car sex, come on, who hasn't done that? LOL

favorite parts: she tells him to 'stop thinking' (because she knows he is and him remembering she's 'not a nice girl'!
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 2clair_de_lune on October 21st, 2007 11:42 am (UTC)
It had to be short: this was initially written for a challenge and the allowed number of characters was oh so limited (even though I rarely write very long stuff). Neither them nor me had time for thinking and babbling :-p

come on, who hasn't done that?
In this new canon? They definitely did *g*
A Modern Myth: SWC; look down beautymodernxxmyth on October 20th, 2007 06:51 pm (UTC)
"“Doors are locked,” she lazily answers – and he remembers: not a nice girl."

I love you.

The end.
Clair de Lune: s.w.calliesclair_de_lune on October 21st, 2007 11:42 am (UTC)
lol, thanks a lot :D
i want this to last foreverlinzi20 on September 8th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC)

oh. OH!

Hee. Lovely!
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on September 9th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC)
See? Inappropriate touching, here...
Thank you ;)