A/N : Well, so far, my finals were good, I guess. Tomorrow is the toughest of all, so please, guys, send some loving my way?

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"Now," she said, looking around the dingy car, "Who wants a sandwich?"

Lincoln's eyes started to sparkle. "You don't happen to have a Mozarella – Tomato – Bacon in there, do you?"

Sara grinned, pulling out the requested sandwich and hearing Lincoln squeal in the backseat, while Paul clutched his head. He felt a serious migraine coming up, travelling with this lot. Lincoln unbuckled, leapt forward and pressed a kiss to Sara's cheek. "You make my wildest dreams come true, Sara."

Michael grumbled "Mine." before pulling her away from his brother and kissing her fervently.

"His" giggled. "Oh, Mr. Scofield! Who knew you could be so possessive."

He looked back to the road, his mouth curling up into a smile. "Possessive? Me?"

She gently swatted his arm. "Lincoln, was he like this, growing up?"

Lincoln nodded. "Yep."

"Hey!" Michael exclaimed from the front seat. "I always shared my cookies."

"Aw," she exclaimed. "That's sweet. Lincoln, buckle up." Michael grinned.

"Yes, Lincoln, buckle up."

His brother swore. "And no swearing." Sara continued, laughing.

He blushed. "Sorry, Sara."

Kellerman rolled his eyes and continued to stare out of the window.

About three hours later, they stopped the car, to get to yet another motel. Kellerman and Sara went in, and came out five minutes later, thriumphantically waving the keys in front of her. Michael lovingly watched Sara's bounce – step – bounce as she walked over to the car.

His brother patted him on the back. "Good for you, Mike."

"Hmm?" Michael snapped out of his trance and turned back to look at Lincoln, while Sara got in.

Lincoln just shook his head. "Nothing."

"So," Sara chewed on her bottom lip, "what do we do now."

Michael smiled softly at her. He knew she was still new to this. She shouldn't even have to do this.

"Well," he said, sounding certain, "I suggest you two" he pointed at Lincoln and Paul " go for the I'm dragging my drunk brother inside sketch, while we..." he beamed at Sara "go as the couple that's too much in love and can't wait to get to the hotelroom."

Lincoln saw the gleam in his brother's eyes and hurriedly pushed Kellerman out of the car. They didn't have to experience all this mushy shit, for Pete's sake. "Okay," he said to Kellerman. "I'm drunk." Jumping up and down, he swung his arms and clapped his hands in encouragement. He manoeuvered his neck a bit, so tiny cracks could be heard, and finally said. "I'm ready."

Meanwhile, in the car...

Sara grinned and whistled through her teeth. "That er – might be a bit hard to pull off, Michael. I don't know if I can pretend like that...But," she sighed, "I'll try."

He nodded in understanding. "Yes, I know. After all, this sketch will require for me to be all over you, holding you close, pressing you against me and trailing kisses down your neck..."

She shivered and Michael reveled in the feeling. Hmm.

"Okay." She whispered, then ostentatiously cleared her throat. "I think I can pull that off."

"Okay." He said, his grin crooked. Getting out of the car, he walked over to her side and opened the door for her. She smiled, and it made him feel all warm inside. Hmm – he was getting such an emotional tutz, it wasn't even funny.

Lincoln and Paul had already gone inside about 5 minutes ago, so he figured it was clear. Sweeping Sara into a tight embrace, he walked them over to the stairs and hurriedly began climbing them, while –as promised, treating her neck to loving kisses. She softly whimpered and fumbled with the key, finally managing to push the door open and get them inside.

He could have stopped his administrations, but he didn't want to. And, by the way she was saying his name, the word filled with all the pent up passion, he knew she didn't either. Closing the door, he switched on the light (after all, they didn't know where to find the bed) and walked them over to the mattress, his mouth finally finding hers while he lay her down on the blue sheets.

His hands, cold as they might be, found their way under her green sweatshirt, and she helped him get it off of her. She plucked at the buttons of his chest, never disconnecting their mouths when unnecessary. His shirt fell open and his toned chest was there for her to see.

He pushed her tanktop a bit further up and kissed her bellybutton.

"Listen," he murmured softly against her skin. "I might er – disappoint." His chuckle ran over her skin, making the hair on her arms stand up in anticipation. "It's been a while."

She did a quick math in her head and frowned. "Michael," she finally said, "eight months is nothing compared to how long it's been for me."

His head snapped up and his crystal orbs bore into hers, confusion written in every single spot of beauty. "What do you mean?"

Sara blushed. "I haven't had a boyfriend in years and they were actually..." she bit her lip nervously, "well, they were scumbags." She let out a soft laugh. "What I mean to say is that this time, it's different."

Her hand travelled up his chest, following one of the inky designs that she had made herself not think about. If she overanalysed them, she would end up hurting. Sometimes ignorance is better.

Michael gently nipped at her upperlip. "Well, I'm glad to know that. It's the same for me, really. But that's not what I meant, though." He let himself fall on the bed next to her and smiled at her shyly, his hand combing through her hair. "What did you mean by eight months?"

Sara swallowed, the image of Michael coming out of that room with her still being etched into her mind. She closed her eyes briefly, seeing it all over again. And it hurt. It still did. "The conjugal? Nika? Ring a bell?"

He could have laughed. Could have grinned at her, for being so sweetly...well, naieve was not the word, but it's just that Nika and him...He didn't even find her attractive.

His lips pressed to her ear and softly whispered the thing he thought she wanted to hear. It just happened to be the truth too. "I never touched her. Never."

She pulled away, her eyes as large as they were during the riot, when he'd helped her down. She travelled across his face, searching for a glimpse of clarity, but found none. Michael Scofield. She smiled to herself. Sometimes, he's as obvious as lightning, and at other times he could be thunder. Heard, but not...seen. "Michael, don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying." His face, she could now read, was angry. Immediately she pushed herself to him, resting her head on his chest.

"I'm sorry." Pressing a kiss to the archangel, she closed her eyes and said it again. "I'm sorry." Her hand carressed his chest as she looked up to him. "It's just that...it was the conjugal room. And you were a man, deprived of.. you know."

She rolled her eyes and he laughed. "I know. But I didn't. I didn't even find her attractive. She was just...Sara, she was a woman who needed help, and I needed a helper, so I just..." He blew a puff of air out of the corner of his mouth and shrugged. "Besides," he continued, putting a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was too tangled up in you."

Sara kissed the smile off of his face and dueled his tongue for sweet, sweet dominance. He let her win and her mind went in overdrive as all the emotions crashed down on her.

Here

And him

Michael and

Oh God...

Love.

"Michael." She whispered in between kisses, her voice so beautiful to him, that his whole body stilled to hear it. "Michael – I need you. I –" Looking in his eyes, she knew it needed to be said. Now, in this perfect moment.

"I love you."

His eyes closed for a brief second before opening again. He looked at her with soft tears of hapiness prickling in his eyes. Reaching down he, he kissed her like he never had before.

"I love you too."

She smiled. "Yeah?"

He beamed at her. "Yeah."

"Then er –" her hand found the hem of his shirt, and she pulled him down on her. "how about you show me just how much..."

And he did.

So, what did you think? Did it live up to your expectations? I know there wasn't a lot of Kellerman-bashing in this one, but I did it because someone said I should take it easy on the chap...However, expect it again in the next chapters!

Please, oh PLEASE, let me know what you think?

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