Prison Break: The Infirmary Part 3
Michael's eyes slowly opened as Sara set her medical bag on the beside table. She had been unable to resist a light stroke down his beard stubbled cheek as she moved towards his chin. He needed to wake up. Sara had to explain to him what she needed to do .. and why.
"Michael," Sara whispered as he focused his gaze in her direction. "I am going to start an IV. You have lost a lot of blood and I need to replace fluids, then I have to suture that cut closed." Sara paused and studied his face to see if he was alert. He was. Michael's eyes studied her right back, comprehension visible in their depths. "The cabinet with the narcotics and lidocaine was across the room. I couldn't get to it. I'll have to ..." Sara stopped her rush of words when she felt his hand touch hers.
"Sara, just close it. Look at me." He continued, his hands sweeping his torso. " It's not like I am afraid of needles."
"Okay," was Sara's only reply as she started the IV, her hands sliding the flow clamp completely open, allowing the fluid to flow quickly into Michael's vein. It took only a few minutes to remove the bloody dressing and to get the suture kit set up, the bloody gash in Michael's arm now surrounded by sterile paper drapes.
"This will hurt." Sara had never sutured a person without benefit of a local.
"Sara..." Michael breathed her name through parted lips as if to say, "Just get on with it."
Sara made her first stitch. Michael did not move a muscle, but Sara heard a quick breath come from the doorway. Linc had stood there moments ago, but now the door was closing with a soft click. Linc seemed to have a problem watching. Sara glanced at Michael and saw him smiling...she smiled in return.
"He always was a wuss," Michael said, his words rather loud, a laugh following.
"I HEARD that," Linc countered from the other side of the closed door, both men laughing as Sara completed stitch 2, 3, 4 and then 5. It took 13 in all to close the cut that Michael had put there on purpose. Tiny little stitches closed the cut, that would only leave a hairline scar. Sara was supremely happy to see the blood slow down to a trickle... then stop. Reaching for the IV, she took down the empty bag and added the second, again allowing it to run in wide open.
Taking a pre-loaded syringe out of her back, she placed a gentle hand on Michael's shoulder and gave a small push. It was like pushing a car…he did not move.
"This is an antibiotic. I don't want you to get an infection."
The shoulder beneath her hand moved as Michael rolled himself over to his hip. Sara reached to the edge of his prison pants and heard the rasp of a zipper as she did. Michael had unzipped his pants. She was able to give them a tug, baring his hip. Injections were an easy thing, she had given countless of them. But now her hand was shaking again. Her brain wanted to make sure Michael did not get aninfection, her heart wanted to slide her hand inside the pants to caress the taut butt she could see part of.
"Shit," came the response from Michael as Sara darted the needle into the muscle of his butt.
"Sorry, I should have warned you that this is thick stuff, it stings." That statement was partially true. The antibiotic was thick as was the gauge of the needle, but she was sure the injection had hurt more due to the shaking of her hand. Thank God the stitches were already in or Michael would have a scar like Frankenstein.
"Sleep," she told Michael, her hand idly tracing the tat in the middle of his chest as she helped him roll back onto his back. His hand moved to stop the movement of hers, his eyes already heavy.
"Stay with me," he said, trying hard to keep his eyes open.
Sara grabbed the chair out of the corner and set it next to the bed. Michael closed his eyes the second she sat down, her fingers moving up and down his injured forearm in a soothing stroke.
A few minutes later, Linc looked in the door. Michael was sleeping with no visible signs of bleeding. The doctor sat in a chair next to him. Her fingers resting on Michael's wrist. She too was asleep. Linc smiled as he closed the door, went to the window and signaled the men. They would wait for them in the storage shed. Linc decided to stretch out on the couch. He did not plan to sleep but escaping death had a way of tiring a man out. Within moments, he snored.
Michael awoke to the sound of rain hitting the small bedroom window. Turning his head he could see Sara's sleeping form in the chair next to the bed. He had never seen anyone so beautiful. Her auburn curls were so long, the ends touched the tops of her breasts. A longing to wrap those curls around his fingers and trace their length hit him. His gaze shifted to the IV bag above his head. It was almost empty. Which was a good thing since he REALLY needed to pee. After removing a couple of pieces of the tape, he pulled the IV out and laid the tubing in the waste basket, next to the bed, the remaining fluid wetting the contents, but not the floor. He stood carefully, waiting to see if he would get dizzy or weak. But he did not. Sara had taken good care of him. He moved on silent feet to the bathroom. It felt so good to pee, he almost moaned.
The bathroom door gave a little squeak as it shut, awakening Sara. She smiled as she heard Michael pee and smiled again as she heard a little moan come from him. The IV fluids had done their job. Michael was re-hydrated from the sound of things. He even washed his hands, a third smile coming to her face. That smile was still there when Michael opened the door to the bathroom and saw Sara awake and staring in his direction.
Intent eyes stared back in her direction, but he did not say a word. Instead he crossed the room, his hands grasping her upper arms, pulling her out of the chair and into his arms.
"Thank you, Sara," Michael said as he laid back down on the bed with Sara still in his arms.
Bracing himself on his elbow he stared down at Sara, his face dropping to nuzzle the sensitive skin that lay where her neck attached to her shoulders. She smelled of sunshine and roses, and it was the sweetest fragrance on earth. He could see her startled eyes, but that did not stop him from laying his open palm against her cheek, his open mouth dropping to meet hers. He kissed her softly at first, taking the time he hadn't had for their first kiss. His lips explored hers. His tongue touched hers, moved to the depths of her mouth then returned to dance with hers once again.
Sara had learned Michael's taste when he kissed her in the Infirmary, he tasted so good. It was something she had feared she would never experience again. He lifted his mouth a hair's width away from hers, staring into her eyes, his breathing rapid. She watched his face as her hands lowered to his chest. Seeing no change in them, Sara used a slim finger to trace the multitude of tattoos that were there. They were so intricate and detailed, she knew he'd experienced a lot of pain to have so many placed upon his skin. He was a man like no other she had ever met. When he left this apartment... it might be forever.
"Sara?"
Sara heard the question in his voice, knew what he was asking. She did not want to answer him. Instead she showed him.
Sara sat up on the bed and pulled her shirt off over head, giving it a toss, not caring where it landed. In the dim light of the bedroom she could see his hands reach for her, felt him reach for the clasp at the back of her bra, his hands releasing the hook on the first try. Felt her breasts spring free into his waiting hands as he pulled the bra from her body and sent it flying in the same general direction as her blouse.
Pulling her close, Michael rolled until he could look down at her beautiful eyes
"I love you, Sara," he said kissing her again. "I have since the first time I saw you."
Placing both hands on the side of his face, Sara admitted, "It took me a little longer. I had to deal with the whole 'bank robber' thing. But I love you too, Michael."
A tiny sound escaped Michael. It sounded like a soft cry, mixed with a moan, inter-twined with joy.
Michael kissed his way down Sara's neck and chest, his tongue tracing wet circles around her breast, until he captured one nipple in his mouth and sucked...hard. He loved it when Sara arched her back off the bed, a long moan coming from her. Intentionally, he moved his mouth to the side of her breast and again sucked hard, leaving a red mark on her skin. His large hand cupped that breast, a long finger rubbing lightly over the area where he had marked her, as his mouth did the same thing with her other breast. He felt like "Tarzan". This was his woman, he marked her as his, she would always be his.
Sara wrapped her arms around Michael's waist, her hands moving up and down his spine. What he was doing to her breasts felt so good, she almost came. She could feel the hard length of him pressed against her hip. Shifting slightly, she caressed him through his prison pants and was pleased to hear the deep moan rumble from his chest. Her legs shifted restlessly against him again and Michael's control broke.
He quickly stood at the side of the bed, huge breaths of air flowing in and out of his chest making him look like he had just run a marathon. Long fingers pulled each of Sara's socks off, his lips laying a kiss on the ball of her foot as each sock was tossed over his shoulder. Fast fingers made quick work of the zipper on her dress slacks and strong hands fisted in the wrinkle proof material as he pulled them from her body. Michael would not have figured Sara for a "thong" woman. But that was what she was wearing beneath her clothes. It was a white thong and seeing it made Michael so hard, he thought he might explode. He pulled the thong from her body slowly, but did not give it a toss, instead he stuffed it in his back pocket as his hands moved to push his "official" prison pants and white boxers to the floor.
Nude, his long body totally covered Sara's. He had never felt anything as good as her skin next to his, until he slid his long length inside her. Nothing had ever felt this good...she was wet, warm, tight...and his. It was like coming home.
His actions stilled for a few seconds as their eyes met, their mouths smiled and their hearts knew that this was how they belonged...totally together.
He watched her face as he slid in and out for the first time, watched as her eyes closed and listened as an "ohhhh" purred out of her, just as it did the second, third and fourth time. He joined her moaning when she shifted, and wrapped her legs high around his waist, his next slide taking him deeper and tighter. Their breaths were now shared, mouths seamed together as over and over again Michael slid deep, his hand molding first one breast then the other.
Her life splintered when she came. Everything would be different from that moment on He held her tight to his tattooed chest as she quivered in his arms till the force of his own orgasm made every muscle in his body quake. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other as they gasped for breath and tried to relax muscles. Michael softly kissed everything he could reach... her lips, her nose, her eyes, her forehead, her cheeks, her chin. Finally as their breathing started to slow, he laid his head in the curve of her shoulder, her hands tracing up and down his spine.
The sun was peeking over the horizon as they lay so close together a piece of paper would not have fit between them, their breathing slowing, the shaking in their muscles subsiding.
A soft knock sounded at the door although no words accompanied the knock. Michael knew it was Linc and they had to go. He was silent as he slid from her body, kissed her with the lightest of touches and rose to stand beside the bed. He pulled his briefs and pants back on to cover his strong muscular legs, his eyes so very intense as they stared at her flushed face.
Leaning down to her as she lay on the bed, Michael moved so close to her face that their lips touched, but he did not kiss her.
"I will NEVER forget to factor you in, Sara," he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke the words.
His thumb traced her lips as he stood, turned and walked to the door. Part of her thong visible above the edge of his back pocket.
He turned at the doorway and looked back at her, his face set in the mask she had always seen at the prison.
"I love you."
The soft words came just before the click of the door as it shut...