Disclaimer: I don't own Michael and Sara
Sara Tancredi lays a hand to her chest, close to her heart. She cannot stop her feelings for him. Her heart aches for Michael Scofield. Erotic, illicit desires goes through her mind. She closes her eyes and imagines. The feel of his touch, his hands roaming all over her body and the softness of his lips on hers is but just a lustful dream.
She is frighten for what lies ahead. It had been just a job to her, an everyday duty until he came along. He was unlike the other inmates, Michael was an exception.
Each time Michael would be in the infirmary, his eyes would roam up and down at her. Images, too, goes through his mind of what lies beneath that shield of hers which she locks up, as so not to let anyone in.
He watches her from behind the glass window as she runs her hands through her long dark hair pulling it away from her face. Sensing his presence, she slowly turns. He is mesmerize at her beauty. If he could only get close to her. It so terrifies him of his feelings for her.
Sara motions for him to come in. Michael circles slowly around, inspecting every inch of her, like ready to attack on his prey. She does not move away, but is at a standstill. He wonders what is going through in her head. Is it of him?
She walks across the room, picks up her stethoscope and listens to his heart. She is so graceful, so cat-like and he wonders if she is like that in bed or just the opposite. The pounding of his heart is hard and rapid. He looks down at her as she looks up, those tantalizing eyes of his seems to penetrate at her as if he could see through her.
Sara steps back and turns away from him. She looks over her shoulder and feels his hand on her arm. Michael draws her into him, so close that she feels his breath on her face. She wonders if he hears the loud thumping in her heart.
His long fingers runs through her hair, then leans his forehead on hers.
"Sara," he whispers.
"Michael, don't," she whispers back, but, snakes her arms around him.
Slowly, his lips touches hers tenderly. She purrs softly. He then kisses her passionately and breathlessly. This time her purrs turns to moans of pleasure.
He knows it is against all rules and he steps back. "I'm sorry, Dr. Tancredi."
Michael walks out of the infirmary. And Sara cries.
The End