AN- Just a short drabble. Somewhat pointless... but isn't that the point of a drabble?
Warnings- Some sexual content.
Pairing- Sara/Michael o'course!
Disclaimer- Prison Break and Characters therein, are property of Fox Studios. I do not, in any way, financially benefit in the indiscriminate use of their property.
el·lip·tic (-lptk) or el·lip·ti·cal (-t-kl)
adj.
1. Of, relating to, or having the shape of an ellipse.
2. Containing or characterized by ellipsis.
a. Of or relating to extreme economy of oral or written expression.
b. Marked by deliberate obscurity of style or expression.
She smiled. That small secretive smile that made men pause and appreciate. She wondered what it would be like to...
Michael caught that look and was immediately reminded of a song he had to study in his lit class. It was called Mona Lisa. She had that small smile, that secretive, soft and totally beguiling way about her. He wondered what it'd be like to...
Sara tentatively touched the delicate flesh on the inside of his elbow, her hands searching out the throbbing vein she needed in order to inject the insulin. He had an intoxicating scent that made her mouth water... amongst other things...
He smiled, somehow gathering that there had been a turn in her thoughts. A turn that had made his whole body seem to surge towards her. She was no longer innocent or even pious. He wondered what she'd be like...
She set the needle on the tray a little too tentatively. It was her time to gather her meandering thoughts. There was no denying that she wanted him to...
He leaned forward, invading that tiny little bubble of professionalism that she hid in. His deprived body instantly reacted but his mind was almost impervious to impulses of the body. This was an experiment, he justified. Michael leaned in, his eyes intent on her lips...
A ragged intake of breath did nothing to perturb him as his mouth found hers. Sweat prickled her skin as his hands washed away the doubt that sang through her mind. She wanted this so bad. She leaned back her head as his mouth found its way down her neck, tasting her. She had to have...
The experiment was complete and yet he drank from her like a man dying of thirst. Her taste insinuated itself on him, drugging him. His body vibrated with the tense energy that reminded him he hadn't been with a woman in months and his mind screamed for him to stop before he lost himself. But it felt so good to touch...
"Michael..." Her voice was low and ragged, the searing look in her eyes stilled the tempest in his mind. Her hands stilled beneath his shirt, resting on his ink-stained skin. "I need..."
He didn't let her finish. His mouth toppled onto hers, lapping away at what little sense and restraint she had. His hands became hard, as hard as his want– no, his need. His lips brushed against her ear lobe, he whispered, "I want..."