Sara lifted her head from his chest and looked around the sun brightened tent.

It was morning and though she was slightly stiff, she felt pretty well rested.

She moved slowly so as not to awaken Michael, and leaned up on an elbow looking down at him. She found herself a little breathless being so near him, each follicle of stubble deliciously close. So close she could...

She let her eyes traveled along his neck and down to his tattoos, indulging in his peaceful demeanor.

Fighting the urge to trace a path with her fingertips she let her eyes continue along the intricate ink, and then back to his face. He was staring at her with a knowing smile.

"Um, ah I was, um…yeah."

She couldn't believe he had caught her ogling him!

She looked away her cheeks flushed, and attempted to run a hand through her tangled hair. It had still been quite wet when she fell asleep, and she knew it must look horrible.

"You know, Sara, it's not last night anymore…I mean you said nothing could happen last night…so technically we could…" He trailed off his voice teasing.

Sara laughed.

"Um, nice try Scofield, besides I'm surprised you can even look at me without turning to stone, I'm sure Medusa wants her hair back." She tried to joke.

"Trust me, Sara, I can't look at you without turning to stone," he teased again and moved his eyes down his bag covered form.

"You are so smooth, Michael Scofield. Do these lines really work for you?" She asked giving him an incredulous look.

He laughed and reached out to touch her hair. "No, and you're right, you do have some kind of snaky thing going on here."

"Gee, thanks. I'm not sure which I prefer; you're smooth moves to score, or your brutal honesty."

He laughed again and then growing serious he looked into her eyes, swiftly taking away her breath. "You look beautiful, Sara, snaky hair and all."

Sara gulped away the urge to kiss him and looked away.

"Yeah, I'll bet you say that to all the girls."

When he didn't say anything she looked back up at him.
He was studying her intently, and it was making her nervous.

"Um, maybe we should, um…"

She had been about to suggest that they get dressed, but just then Heather stuck her head into their tent.

"Wakey, wakey, Sleepy heads!" Her mouth dropped open at the sight of the two of them in the sleeping bag together.

"Oh, my God!"

"Um, Heather, it's not…" Sara was trying to explain, but Heather was gone just as quick as she had come.

They could here her loud voice calling for Linc. No doubt she couldn't wait to share her discovery with him.

"I am so going to kill her," Sara moaned, but really she knew she should probably be grateful to her friend for interrupting. That and well maybe a little grateful for this whole thing?

Well, that was still to be determined, but Sara would thank Heather, if and when the time came.

She glanced shyly at her bed mate. "Um, maybe we should get out there and do damage control?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it might be a good idea."

His voice sounded serious enough, but Sara couldn't help thinking the whole thing was amusing to him, maybe because of the twinkle in his smoky eyes?

"It's not funny, Michael!"

And then he was laughing, and she couldn't help joining him.

XXXXX

Once back at her car, Sara grabbed her books and headed back to the stacks. She was deep in a copy of Grey's anatomy when she felt a light tap on her shoulder.

She looked up to see Michael smiling at her. He held two cups of what she prayed was coffee in his hands.

"Michael, what are you doing here?" She whispered.

"Bringing you coffee, what do you think I'm doing?"

By the way he was smiling at her she wasn't so sure.

"Um, okay." She reached for a cup and took a sip.

"Perfect." She smiled. "Um, have a seat?"

He came around and pulled up a chair; his knees a breath away from her own.

She felt rather frumpy, having simply pulled her hair up in a scrunchie after her shower. But she had to admit she was glad to see him.

"I do however have an ulterior motive," he said leaning forward a little in his seat, his eyes devilish. And Sara knew that long after he left she would see those hot slices of sky across the text she was trying to memorize.

"An ulterior motive, huh? Should I be worried about getting thrown out of here Michael?" She flushed at her own bold statement. God, he was rubbing off on her!

He grinned sexily. "Only if you want to, Sara."

He reached and put his hands on her knees sending a thrill from his fingers on up.

He gave them a quick squeeze and let go, leaning back in his chair.

Denying her eyes the path up his long legs clad in tempting, faded denim, she had already been caught staring once today, she moved straight to his face.

"I have a gig tonight at Club Kid. Say you'll come?"

Sara hesitated for a beat, mentally going through her closet.

"Come on, Sara. It's Saturday night," he said taking her hesitation to mean something totally different.

Sara leaned forward a little, her knees brushing his.

"Okay, I'll come, but only if I get this finished. It's due on Monday."

"Say no more," he said moving to stand.

Sara stood up too.

Suddenly nervous she took a deep breath. Was he going to kiss her goodbye? She ripped her eyes away from his smiling lips.

"Um, okay I'll, um… I'll see you later then."

She was moving to sit back down when he caught her arm.

"Sara?"

Sara looked at him, and his eyes moved from her coppery depths to land on her mouth. He studied her for a second and then he was moving towards her.

Sara felt her heart start to pound away in her chest, and then his lips were gently caressing hers.

He sucked in her bottom lip in a light teasing kiss and then pulled away a little leaving her mouth aching for more.

But before he could back away completely she leaned back in taking the lead, her mouth offering more force, her tongue demanding compliance as she delved in to taste him.

Her breath was coming fast and her mind was numb from him, and then she was pulling away, her heart feeling like that of a cartoon character about to explode out of her chest.

"Um, I have to get back to…ah, work."

He was smiling, but his eyes were heavy with something almost tangible, making her already speeding heart accelerate in her chest.

"Okay, I'll see you at the Club. I have to be there early so…"

"Yeah, okay, I'll just catch a ride with Heather or something."

She backed up bumping into her chair.

"Don't study too hard, "he teased, and then he was gone.

Bringing her coffee indeed. She smiled and shook her head.

God, how she loved coffee!

XXXXX

Sara took another quick look into the mirror and pulled down her shirt. It was a belly shirt from Heather's closet, and the slice of flat stomach exposed left her feeling a little self conscience.

She tried to imagine Michael's eyes on her and felt herself blushing; the feel of his lips earlier at the library still burning through her.

The kiss had been hot to say the least. Not to mention distracting.

Sara had barely gotten her paper finished in time to get back to the apartment for another quick shower and a quick scramble to find something somewhat sexy to wear.

She looked again at the shirt and wondered if it wasn't maybe a little too much. She didn't want to send Michael the wrong signals. But after the way she had ravaged his lips, it was probably already too late for that.

"Sara, come on already! He likes you with scraggily hair! You don't have to be prom queen prepared!"

Heather's voice from the living room cut through her reminding her that her friend had been ready "forever ago," Heather's exact phrase when Sara had walked though the door forty-five minutes ago.

She sighed softly and ran her fingers through her silky hair. And then turning to walk out the door, she paused and cast a last glance at her reflection, eying her butt in the snug fitting jeans she had chosen to wear.

"Come on, Sara!"

Sara sighed again and turned out the light, thinking the outfit would just have to do.

(Later)

They had only been at the club for a few minutes when Heather whispered in her ear.

"Ut oh… Don't look now, but Veronica is over there by the bar."

"Who? Oh!" Sara had almost forgotten about Veronica. Almost.

And then she found herself doing exactly what Heather had said not to do. She let her eyes move over the trampy outfit Veronica was wearing, or should she say barely wearing? The girl was falling out of the low cut gauzy blouse, and her skirt was so short Sara thought maybe she felt a breeze.

All cattiness aside though, Sara had to admit Veronica looked nothing short of stunning.

She looked down at her own clothing and felt a little silly for thinking the shirt might be a little to risqué. She looked up to find Heather studying her.

"You don't have anything to worry about where Veronica is concerned. Michael's through with her."

Sara forced a smile. "I'm not worried. Come on let's go see if we can find the guys."

It took them less then ten minutes to find the guys. Michael was sitting backstage, with a beer in his hand when Sara followed Heather through the door. His head shot up to meet her eyes and then moved over her like a sheet of liquid heat.

She felt his eyes stall at her exposed stomach and then he was moving to stand. She knew her cheeks must look flushed if the heat she felt on her face was any indication.

"Hey," he said simply and offered her his beer.

"Hey, yourself," she took the proffered beer and brought it to her lips.

Heather who was grinning like a fool looked from Sara and then back to Michael.

"Well, I see I'm not needed here, so I'll go find my drummer."

Sara didn't say anything, not realizing Heather had left until a few moments of silence later when she looked to find her gone.

"Um, so when do you guys go on?" Sara was feeling a bit self conscience suddenly, and said the only thing she could think to say.

"In a little while… Why? You're not trying to get rid of me again are you?"

Sara was pretty sure he was teasing, but his eyes seemed to hold a seriousness that was making her wonder.

"Of course not, why would I do that?"

He shook his head, a small smile touching his lips. "I've been wondering that for a while."

Sara didn't have much of a chance to ponder what he had said. The next thing she knew Heather was running through the room with Lincoln hot on her tail. The screeching duo flew passed them making Sara smile.

She turned back to meet Michael's still serious eyes and wondered what he was thinking.

A few seconds later he smiled and a twinkle lit his eyes, his serious mood fading just like that.

"Come on, Tancredi, I wanna dance with you before my first set."

Sara moved against him, surprising herself with her boldness. She felt his hip against her and let her fingers travel over his hard back down to his waist.

He was so close, his mouth a breath away from her lips. She felt his fingers move through her hair, sending shivers through her body.

This was too much. She moved back a little trying to ease the tension of their closeness, but a moment later his lips were grazing her neck.

"Michael," she mumbled against him, but he didn't hear her, the music from the first band was much too loud.

She felt herself once again giving into the sensations of him; this time of his mouth on her skin, and then she was being pulled from him.

She stumbled backwards and almost fell into another couple on the dance floor. She gained her balance a few feet away, watching as Veronica shoved Michael.

And then she was up in his face yelling drunkenly.

Sara couldn't make out Veronica's words, but she could pretty much imagine what the other girl must be saying.

And then Michael was yelling loudly, the band choosing just that moment to cease playing.

"We're over Veronica!"

Veronica was heaving; huge gulps of air rushing from her. "

We're over…Over? I don't think so Michael!"

Michael stood staring at her intensely. "We are over Vee, I'm sorry."

Veronica looked at him for a few beats and then slapped him hard.

All of this was happening quickly, but it seemed like it took forever to end. And then the band blew into another song drowning out the sounds of Veronica's sobs as she fled the dance floor.

Sara pulled her gaze from Veronica's retreating back and looked to see Michael staring at her, his eyes hard to read in the smoky bar. And then taking a deep breath and telling herself this wasn't his fault, she went to him.

He met her eyes briefly and then placing an arm around her waist, he led her away from the dance floor, leaving behind the curious onlookers who refused to believe that the little show, courtesy of Veronica was over.

Michael led her to one of the rooms backstage and shut the door behind them, and then turned to her.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. It wasn't…I didn't think she would be here tonight. Wait, that didn't come out right. I just meant that I know how she is. I've told her twice since I've been back that we're through. I made it clear, Sara, I swear."

He was looking her dead in the eyes and she believed him.

"Its okay, Michael, I believe you when you say that the two of you are through."

He sighed in relief and moved to her, taking her into his arms, pulling back only to cup her face, before bringing her chin up to meet his lips.

He kissed her gently and then pulled away.

"I don't want to…not here."

She looked at him, and he must have seen her confusion in her eyes.

"Just not here, Sara, okay? Not with you."

Sara nodded in understanding, her heart pounding. "Okay…not here, Michael."

He met her eyes, the blue intensity almost blinding, and then he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

His lips were soft against her skin; promising.

And she told herself that something that felt this good couldn't possibly be a mistake.