Sara gasped as she felt his warm lips meld against her own. There was so much fire, so much intensity, yet the kiss was so leisurely and unhurried… like they had all the time in the world.
Michael lifted his hands and entwined them slowly in her hair, tilting her head back for his tongue to gain better access to her mouth. He wondered how long it was going to last, how long she would let him kiss her like this… be this close to her.
He didn't wonder long.
Raising her hands to his own, she held them still as she slid away from him panting heavily.
"I, uh, I think we're done here for the day," she said, trying to gather towards herself some sense of business-like calm. Fine, Michael thought, two could play that game.
"Sure thing doc, but what about the shot?"
"The what- oh! Yes, the um, the shot. Sorry," Sara stammered, as she anxiously fumbled for the necessary supplies.
"No problem," Michael replied nonchalantly rolling up his shirt sleeve revealing a heavily tattooed and muscular arm.
She administered the shot standing only as close to him as she had to to do her job. For some strange reason, unknown to him, that hurt. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but for the first time that day, restrained himself. He'd done enough damage already.
"Thanks," he said quietly, walking out the door.
"Yeah," Sara said softly. As soon as he was gone she picked the phone up off of her desk., and dialed the number of her friend Elizabeth, also a doctor at the prison, and informed her that she would be transferring the medical care of prisoner Michael Scofield entirely over to her.