Believe it or not I got this idea while eating a sandwich…I don't own Prison Break or its characters because if I did then season 4 would have ended the way we all wanted it to. Enjoy this lil misa oneshot .

Michael let out a quiet sigh as he rested comfortably on the couch. The sounds of the Costa Rican oceans echoed in the background, but he wasn't paying much attention. Sara was lying next to him, eating a sandwich, casually flipping through a magazine. Well, she wasn't exactly lying next to him; technically, the brunette had her head resting in his lap, their eyes meeting every so often. The silence was comfortable and he couldn't help but be content.

They had properly moved in together after taking down the company and it had been a happy 3 months. He softly stroked Sara's hair, letting his fingers cascade through the silky locks.

"Michael check this out". His gaze focused on the magazine for only a second before it travelled to a far more delicious sight.

Sara's lips and mouth were covered with stray drops of whatever sauce was on her sandwich, and crumbs were stranded in the valley between her breasts. She looked so innocent looking up at him, but when she noticed that his gaze was no longer on the magazine, a devious glint came into her eyes.

"See something you like Mi-" She was cut off by Michael who had quickly shifted into a better position and was now gently licking away the sauce before kissing her.

She arched into the kiss, a low moan slipping through her lips, and she slowly kissed him back. The kiss lasted far less than she wanted it to, but before she could offer any protest, her lovers skilful lips found a far more delectable path.

Michael gently nipped at her neck as he moved towards his destination, licking the stray crumbs away, moving to the ones nestled in between her breasts. He felt Sara's breath against his ear, a low and husky sound, and felt his own desire grow.

"Damn it Michael." She breathed raggedly. "I need you now."

A smirk slipped onto Michaels face as he trailed kisses against her throat, enjoying the sweet torment, "you mean right now?"

"Michael," Sara's voice came out pleadingly. "Now."

"Good" he purred as he pulled her underneath him, pressing her into the couch, enjoying the way she arched against him. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before pulling away to ook at her.

"If I had known we would do this because I ate a sandwich, I would have made one hours ago." Sara breathed.

Michael smiled as he felt her move against him.

"You should have then," He said with a glint in his eyes before kissing her harshly, allowing their tongues to duel.