After a bit of demand I decided to continue 'Much Needed Humor'. Here's some more Linc/Sara silliness, but don't worry: M/S interaction will be soon!
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Kisses . Plz R&R--Nik
His lips could not help but turn upward at Sara's reaction to his statement---a statement he himself could not believe he made.
But the moment had arisen, to break the tension that surrounded them and try, desperately, to lighten everyone's mood.
Especially hers.
After all she had been through, an overdose, near drowning, and then being re-united with the bastard that had initiated said drowning, Lincoln knew the woman sitting quietly in the room with him needed cheering up.
And, as always…his brand of humor got more of a shocked response than an amused one.
"You're kidding, right? Peek? Lincoln, we're not 13-year-olds here."
Her voice was soft despite the disbelief that lay behind it, and he knew it was because she did not want Michael to overhear them.
The small sounds of his younger brother turning on the tap--to shave he guessed-- was dull through the wall of the bathroom.
Lincoln cocked his head, amused, and could not help but go along with the ridiculous game he had just instigated.
"C'mon Sara, I know a woman who's doctored-up murderous cons couldn't possibly be timid."
He could practically hear her pride slip up into her throat. Sara was no little-miss-priss. She was not the "Oh, dear, I broke a nail!" stereotype. No, Lincoln knew Sara was not afraid to take on a challenge.
And that's exactly why he decided to give her one.
Sara's mouth formed a straight line for what had to be a few seconds, after which she smiled at him.
"Okay, you know what? I'm in a brave mood today. You don't think I'll open that door and look? Fine…"
And with those words he watched her rise from her sitting position on the bed, pad softly across the floor, and stand before the door of the bathroom.
He could not help but be slightly surprised--and impressed--when she looked back at him and reached for the knob.
But when she cracked the door open and bent forward to glance in, the widening of her eyes caused his to do the same.
And then, before he could process what was taking place, Lincoln watched as a tattooed arm reached through the small opening of the door, fingers latched onto Sara's wrist, and she was pulled in.
His dare had just taken a very…different turn.
And he knew then that Michael had been listening the entire time.
With a grin, Lincoln shook his head to himself, faced away from the vicinity of the bathroom, and turned on the television.
He pressed the volume button repeatedly until nothing could be heard but the channel-8 news.