“So, I was thinking…” Michael said slowly, caressing his mug of coffee in both hands as he rested against
the counter of their kitchen. He watched Sara playing with Roman through the serving hatch with a grin.
“…I’d take you to dinner,” he smiled, looking up from his coffee at her.
Sara giggled at Roman who batted his hands at her. She reached out for him and swung him onto her
hip, smiling at Michael. "Remember the last time we took Ro out for dinner, baby? We said never again.
Not until he's one."
Michael lifted his coffee to his lips and took an audible gulp, wincing as the liquid burnt his throat.
“Ah…no,” he clarified, resting the cup to the sideboard and shaking his head. “Just us.”
Sara let out a quiet shriek as Roman yanked hard on her hair, "Baby, no. Easy, right?" She smiled at
Michael. "But we were gonna rent that new Disney movie and watch it tonight, remember?"
“Yeah, but Ro can watch it at Linc’s, right?” Michael arched his eyebrow at her. He didn’t wait for her to
answer before he nodded back at her and walked out of the kitchen to join her. “Good,” Michel said
triumphantly. “I’ll pack his stuff. Linc is already expecting him.”
"I guess he does have fun at Linc's," Sara nodded slowly, shifting the wiggling baby to her other hip.
"And dinner would be nice."
She smiled softly at Michael as Roman reached out for him, "Dadadaddadad."
Michael plucked Roman from her body as he breezed passed her, lifting Roman into the air with a grunt
and spinning the boy around. “Who wants to go to Uncle Linc’s?” he cooed excitedly. Roman giggled and
let out a scream. “What’s that? You want to go?” he smirked at the baby as he jolted him up and down.
Michael pulled a face at Roman and changed his voice into a high pitched baby tone. “Yes, daddy, I want
to go!” he leant Roman over until he was almost upside down, giggling hysterically as Sara looked down
at him. “Pwease, mommy. Can I go to Uncle Linc’s tonight so daddy can take you to dinner?”
Sara rolled her eyes and grinned. "Whatever my baby wants my baby gets!" She looked up to Michael.
"Where are we going?"
Michael shrugged and pulled Roman back into an upright position. “Where ever you want,” he said
confidently. “Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets,” he smirked, leaning forward to kiss her slowly.
"I don't know where I want to go," Sara shrugged, smiling against his lips. "Are you thinking somewhere
fancy? We don't want to go somewhere we'll be too late if we're gonna pick Roman up before he falls
asleep."
Michael struggled to hold Roman as he wiggled out of his grip and let our a frustrated growl. He lowered
the boy to the floor, making sure he was holding onto his pants before he let him go and Roman could
stand next to his father. The baby had only just mastered the art of standing upright, but was still scared
of letting go, weather it be of the couch or his father’s legs. “That’s the beauty of Uncle Linc,” Michael
giggled. “He gave Roman his own room, remember? He can stay all night if we want,” Michael raised his
eyebrows quickly, flashing her a smile as he ruffled Roman’s hair.
"Oh." Sara glanced up from where she was smiling down at Roman to meet Michael's gaze. She
recognized that look. "Ohhhh."
“What? You don’t want…to…?” Michael said sadly, pouting and giving her puppy dog eyes. “Sara, If
you’re not ready we can wait. I can’t…” he laughed to himself coyly. “…But my hand does the job very
well,” he nodded with a wink.
"Is that a yes?" Michael called after her as she disappeared upstairs. He leant on the banister at the
bottom of the stairs and just smirked to himself when he heard her go into Roman's bedroom to get some
things.
Sara stuck her head out the door and called down the stairs to Michael. "Yeah, he can stay with Linc
tonight. Um. . . are you going to change?"
It wasn’t the confirmation Michael was after but at least it was a yes. They could talk more about it later.
He began to climb the stairs and walked past Roman’s bedroom into their own. “Yeah, I am changing
right now,” Michael called as entered his room. “You going to take Roman to Linc’s or do you want me
to?” he called, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off his shoulders.
"I'll do it!" Sara breezed into their bedroom, Roman's bag slung over her shoulder. Roman clapped his
hands and she grinned. "Say see you later, Daddy!"
Michael walked over to her and rested his hand to her back. He lowered his head between them and gave
Roman a big, exaggerated, sloppy kiss. “Okay,” he said quickly, turning his head and tapping his cheek.
“Kiss daddy,” he said firmly. Roman grabbed Michael’s head and hummed again his cheek as he kissed
him. Michael pulled back and pressed his finger to Sara’s cheek. “Now mommy…” he said playfully and
Roman repeated his kiss to Sara’s face. He gave his dad a boyish grin and Michael patted his leg. “Good
boy,” he nodded, moving back to his wardrobe and flicking through his shirts.
"Daddy is soooo silly!" Sara told Roman as they walked out of the room. She put her shoes on and
snapped Roman into his car seat before pulling out of the driveway and heading to Linc's. She continued
on a silly 'conversation' with Roman all the way there, but all she could think about was that Michael
wanted sex.
Michael watched the leave from the bedroom window before moving back to his wardrobe. As he lifted his
arm to pull one down form the rail, he caught a whiff of his body odour and grimaced. He lifted his arm
more and sniffed, recoiling quickly with a groan. “I need a shower…” he said firmly, clicking his fingers at
himself and turning for the en suite bathroom. He quickly shed his pants and slipped into the shower,
turning the water on as hot as he could take it and quickly rubbing his hands over his body.
Sara dropped Roman off at Lincoln's and after giving him a thousand kisses, she returned home. Sighing
she went upstairs, heading into their bedroom to find something to wear. "Michael, how should I --" She
paused and smirked as he walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his waste. "Wow. Wear that and
you could probably go home with any lady of your choice."
Michael finished rubbing the hand towel over his short hair and down his neck, his head whipping up to
look at her. He gave her a smile and flicked the towel from his neck, stepping towards her and looping
the towel around her neck. He pulled her towards him until their bodies were crushed together, the cool
perspiration on his skin making her shirt wet. “I only want you,” he whispered.
Sara laughed quietly, looking up and meeting her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and leaned forward,
looping her arm around his neck. She brushed her lips across his and grinned, "Is that so, Scofield?"
“That’s so,” he breathed, dropping the towel and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her even
closer to him. “I want you,” he repeated in a sultry growl, taking a step backwards towards the bed and
pulling her with him. “I…” he said slowly. “…want…” he added, looking down her body with hungry eyes.
Finally he looked back up to meet her eyes, following his finger that he had trailed up her body and began
un popping her shirt buttons. “…you.”
"Michael. . ." Sara glanced down, watching him undo her buttons. She tried to keep her gaze off of him
and his perfect body, but it was hard. Glancing away, she whispered. "I thought you wanted dinner."
Michael inhaled deeply and undid the last button on her shirt. He slowly peeled the two edges of the shirt
open and a low grumble escaped his throat. He twisted his mouth with thought and cocked his head,
looking down at her enticing breasts, nestled elegantly in her bra. “Not really…” he shrugged.
Sara pulled away slightly, pulling her shirt back together and crossing her arms. "So, you just wanted sex
then?" She arched an eyebrow. "And you weren't even planning on discussing it?"
Michael was taken back a little. “Um…Sara, I don’t just want sex,” Michael said with a frown. “Are you
okay? I’m sorry.”
"I just don't get why you think. . ." Sara glanced away, then looked back to him. "So. You don't want
sex? Of course not. Why would you want sex with me." Moving away from him, she moved into the
bathroom, slamming the door.
Michael immediately felt the warmth of her body leave his still slightly damp one and he buried his face in
his hands. He sighed heavily and followed her to the bathroom. He pressed his hands to the door and
rested his face against the cool surface. “Sara…” he offered slowly. “…Sara, I didn’t mean it like that.”
Sara moved over and sat on the edge of the tub. Letting out a sigh, she called out, "Go away!"
Michael tapped on the door. “Sara!” Michael called loudly again. “Sara…” he said in a warning tone.
“Come out,” he coaxed gently, pacing to and fro from the door.
Sara stood up and yanked the bathroom door open, giving Michael a look. "What the hell do you want?"
“What do you want, Sara?” Michael repeated her words, spinning to face her. “The most you’ve let me
touch you in the last two weeks was in the shower,” he yelled in a pathetic tone. “Why won’t you let me
near you? Are you scared of me?”
"No, I'm not scared of you!" Sara snapped. "I could never be scared of you, Michael." She took a deep
breath, swallowing her anger. "I just. . . I feel so. . . I told you what he did to me. Why would you even
want to touch me?"
“You’re my wife, Sara!” Michael cried. “For better, for worse…” he said gruffly. “And I am not excusing
what he did to you. Nothing ever will, Sara.”
Sara stood, her arms crossed, glaring at him. After a second, she dropped her gaze and her eyes stung
with tears. Sighing, she looked back up at him. "I just wish I could be better for you." She took a step
into him, wrapping her arms around his bare shoulders. "I want. . . I want you to touch me. I want you
to make me forget."
Michael sighed and step into her even more. He lifted his hands to her face pulled her face to his, rolling
his forehead against hers. “Then let me,” he pleaded. “Please…”
Sara tilted her head, brushing her lips against his. She nodded slowly. "Make love to me, Michael."
“Oh, Sara…” Michael sighed sadly, pulling away from her a little. “I want to, I really do…” he said, taking
her hands in his and looked down to the floor. “…but I don’t want to…force you…” he said looking away
from her.
"You're not forcing me," Sara shook her head quickly, cupping his face in her hands. "You would never,
never do that." She pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "I want you. . . if you want me?"
Michael groaned against her lips, letting his eyes flutter closed. He had never felt so alive. He had longed
for Sara to touch him for too long and now that she was all he could do was whimper her name. “Sara…”
he whispered, clutching her wrists in his hand. He didn’t even wait for her reply before seizing her lips in
a heated kiss, running his fingers through her hair and cradling her head in his hands.
Sara trailed her fingers down his spine, dancing them over the bumps. She moaned into his mouth and
settled her hands on his waist, loosing his towel. It fell to the ground with a quiet thud and she moved
her hands between them to undo her own belt.
Michael’s skin tingled and he broke the kiss quickly when his towel sailed to the floor on their bedroom
and Sara’s hands brushed his waist as she undid her own belt. He looked between them, watching her
undress and he gasped when she stepped from her pants. He took a step backwards, looking over his
shoulder to the bed. “How…” he stumbled over his words, looping his fingers into her panties and tugging
her towards him. “…how do you want…” he shut off his words with a kiss.
"Just. . ." Sara moaned into his mouth, bringing her hands back up to his face. She sucked on his lower
lip, taking a deep breath, trying to control herself. "Let's just go slow, okay? I love you."
“I love you too,” he whispered sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling her to him. He smoothed
his hands around her thigh and over her behind, tickling at the base of her spine with feathery fingertips.
He tilted his head back and looked up at her as his hands roamed her body. “Are you…is this okay?” he
asked concerned.
"Yeah," Sara puffed against his neck, nodding slowly. "Yeah, Michael. . . this is more than okay." She
dipped her head, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
“You just tell me if anything is weird, okay?” he told her softly, leaning forward and planting a kiss to her
stomach.
Sara smiled softly, running her fingers through his short hair. "It's not going to be weird, Michael. I want
to make love to you, okay?"
Michael looked up at her again and smiled, pushing himself backwards onto the bed and motioning her to
join him with an open palm. “I’ll go slow,” he whispered, taking her hand and pulling her onto the bed
with him.
Sara smirked and laid down next to him, running her hand over his bare chest. She leaned in, pressing
one of her legs in between his. "Not too slow though, okay?"
Michael looked over to her and rolled onto his side, rested his head on his hand and propping it up with
his elbow. He smoothed his hand down her ribcage, over her hip and hooked his hand behind her knee.
He lifted her leg, dragging it over his hip and seating himself between her thighs. Michael trailed his hand
back up her body, making ever hair on her body stand on end. He cupped her face in his hand, pulling
her face to his again for a heated kiss. He trailed his tongue along her bottom lip, nibbling on it slowly
with a moan.
Sara moaned softly against his mouth, fluttering her eyes shut. She trailed her hand down his torso,
rubbing her thumb over his hipbone. After a second, she dropped her hand, gently tracing a finger over
his hardened length. "I'm sorry we waited so long for this."
Michael’s hand shot out between their bodies and grabbed her wrist. “Sara…” he said in a warning tone,
gently lifted her hand away from his erection. “…please…don’t…” he rasped, gulping hard and mentally
kicking himself for stopping her. “…This is not about me…”
Sara tilted her head to the side, giving him a look. She pulled her hand back to her body and sighed.
"Shouldn't it be about us, Michael?"
“It’s all about you…” he said softly, tracing the outside of her breasts with long, lissom fingers and
brushed his thumb over her nipple. “…I want it to be about you,” he said, dipping his head and kissing a
trail down the valley of her breasts. His mouth slid sideways and she gasped when he took her nipple into
his hot, wet mouth.
"Michael. . ." Sara murmured, biting onto her bottom lip. "Mmm. . ." Her eyes fluttered closed and she
giggled quietly. "I love you. I love you so much."
Sara’s word just encouraged Michael more and he sucked harder at her rosy flesh. He ground his hips
forward, slicking himself over her damp entrance. “Oh god…Sara…” Michael moaned, grappling with her
body and pulling her closer to him.
Sara bit hard against her bottom lip, letting out a quiet moan. She pressed herself against his body and
bit gently at his neck. "I want you in me."
He kissed back up her body, up over her chin and recaptured her lips with his. He gripped at her
shoulders, pulling her even closer. One of his hands slid over her skin, sliding down to her lower back,
and pulling her hips closer to his. His hand trailed over her hip, slipping between her thighs and rubbing
his fingers across her slippery folds. “Oh baby…you’re ready for me aren’t you?” he whimpered against
her mouth.
Sara's breath caught in her throat when he touched her. "Oh, baby. Oh, yeah. . ." She sucked gently on
his bottom lip. "I am so ready to feel you inside me again. Are you ready for me?"
“Yes…Always…” Michael moaned, reaching between their bodies and taking himself in his hand. He slowly
stroked up and down his length. He moved himself across Sara’s opening and dipped his sensitive tip
inside of her. He gritted his teeth and forced his eyes open, focusing on her heavy lidded stare. When
she looked at him again, he licked his lips and pressed his forehead to hers. “Still okay?” he rasped
huskily.
Sara shifted her hips up so that he was a little more inside her. She nodded slowly, fluttering her eyes
closed. "Better than okay, Michael." Slowly she brought her hand around the back of his head, drawing
him down into a slow kiss.
Michael met her lips with a fiery passion, delving his tongue into her mouth in long, slow thrusts as he
massaged her tongue. He let his hand drift to her hip and then down her thigh to the back of her knee
where he gripped at the joint and pulled her even closed to him. With one slow, shuddering thrust he
entered her and held his breath as she took him in. “Okay, I promise, this is the last time…” he breathed
raggedly between kisses with a slight grin. “…but I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Sara smiled against his smile and nodded. Moving her hands down, she pressing her fingers into his
shoulders and bit her bottom lip. "Mmmm. Yeah, Michael. I'm okay." Her eyes fluttered shut. "I love
you so much."
“Oh god, Sara…” Michael sighed as he began to move his hips back and forth. “…You have no idea how
much I love you too,” he panted. He dipped his head as they moved, ravaging her jaw with kisses that he
trailed down her neck and across her breasts. Michael let out a groan and swung his body against Sara,
rolling them over still intimately connected and pinning her to the bed with his bulk.
Sara groaned as his weight fell on her. She placed a soft kiss to his neck again and let her head fall back
on the pillow. "I bet I do. . ." she whispered as her hips bucked into his. "If it's half as much as I love
you. . ."
Michael angled his hips upwards as he thrust, and Sara arched her back with a sigh. “Oh, it’s more…” he
whispered, watching her face contort with pleasure.
Sara brushed her lips against his, smiling softly against his mouth. "Oh baby. . ." she spoke with her lips
against his, running her hand down and over his hipbone. "You could never love me more."
Michael let out a low chuckle against the soft skin of her neck and his hand found her hipbone, holding it
tight while he entered her and buried himself until their pubic bones were touching. He listened to Sara’s
moan and felt her shiver beneath him. He smirked, kissing back up to her mouth. “Wanna bet, Mrs.
Scofield?” he rasped against her face, repeating his thrust that left Sara begging for more.
"Mmm, Michael," Sara murmured against his neck. She grinned, laying back to look at him. "Come on. .
. oh yeah, baby, right there feels so good. . . you know how much I love you." Her eyes fluttered shut for
a moment. "How do you think you could love me more?"
“I just…oh…yeah…shit, Sara…” Michael babbled. “…I just know,” he finally choked out. “How do you think
you could love me more?”
"Michael . . . Michael!" Sara tried her best to fight her orgasm. After several moments of silence, she
flipped him over, straddling his waist. She let out a hiss, trying not to come. "God, I just love you more."
“Okay, baby…” Michael smirked, sitting up and gripping her body to his. He captured one of her fleshy
nipples in his mouth, rolling the hard nub between his teeth and sucking on it gently. “…you win,” he
panted against her skin as his vision flashed white and he lost all control of his senses. Michael’s orgasm
ripped through him like a tidal wave, decimating every nerve ending in its path and leaving him shivering
with pleasure. He let our a groan of half pleasure, half pain as Sara impaled herself on him still, his spent
seed oozing from her scorching core and back over his member.
Sara cried out, pushing Michael back down onto the bed. She came fast, calling out his name and leaning
over, pressing her head against his chest. Her breathing became rapid and her hair fanned out around
her, so he couldn't see her face. It took her a moment to catch her breath. "Wow. Michael."
“Ah…ah…ah…” Michael panted, slamming his head into the pillows and letting his arms fall out to his sides.
A fine layer of sweat shimmered over their bodies and glued them together as they heaved for rapid
breath on the sheets. “…Holy fuck…” he breathed, blinking his vision clear and staring up at the ceiling
with a low rumbling chuckle.
Sara finally lifted her head, smiling down at him. She watched him for a moment, just sharing a smile
before she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "I do win. You know why?"
Michael titled his chin to his chest and shook his head. “No, and any witty come back I might have had
left me about two minutes ago,” he laughed, bringing his hand back up to trace light patterns on the small
of her back. “Why?”
"Because . . ." Sara trailed off. She shifted off of him and moved so that she was laying next to him in
the bed. After a few moments of drawing lazy patterns on his chest that had nothing to do with the
tattoos, she looked back up at him. "I win because I have you, Michael Scofield. And that's the best
prize of all."
Michael smiled at her sweetly and flattened his hand over hers on his chest. Their wedding bands clinked
together briefly and Michael looked down at them. He lifted Sara’s hand, pressing his lips to hers before
replacing their intertwined hands back to the steady thumping of his heart. “We both win, Sara Scofield,”
he whispered with a smile.