She couldn't wait any longer… she had to see him. Slinking silently along in the shadows of the prison's dark corridors, she finally found his cell. Surprisingly it was unlocked, but it wasn't exactly normal that she was here, so why shouldn't the circumstances be abnormal as well? She slipped in quietly and gently touched the heap of blankets she knew he was underneath.

He groaned and flung the covers off himself.

"Sara! What the-"

"Shhhh…" she said pressing a finger to his lips. "Follow me."

Michael rubbed sleep from his eyes and obeyed. Moving quickly and quietly down corridors deserted by all but the night guards, who upon seeing Sara, made no move to stop them. They finally came to Sara's office. Unlocking the door, she motioned him quickly inside before locking it again behind them. He stood in the center of the room watching her. He didn't know what else to do… this was her show, her game, and all he was was a simple pawn. He disliked the idea, but then realized that she in turn was a pawn to him, a pawn in a much more dangerous and higher-staked game.

She turned and began walking towards him slowly. Too slowly, Michael thought, much too slowly. She lifted her hands up to his face and traced her fingertips gently along his cheeks, his forehead… and his mouth. He felt a heat travel to his groin with a force that almost made him fold himself in half. Instead he gripped her face in his hands and gazed deeply into her eyes. He had to know what this was all about, he had to-

Her lips were on his, fast, intense, and full of need. Her hands slipped underneath his shirt and began running along the contours of his chest and stomach. She pulled away for a second to help him out of his shirt, and then pressed herself close against him to resume the kiss, her nipples hard and pressing against him through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Okay, so maybe he didn't need to know.

He began to pull her down to the floor gently, and spread his shirt out beneath her. Laying her down flat he unbuttoned her shirt, slipping it back so that it pinned her shoulders to the ground. She had come on to him so fast, with so much force, that he needed a little time to gain some leverage. She needed to understand what she was messing with.

He unbuttoned her pants and slid the zipper down, starting at the end of the "V" it made, he pressed his mouth against the soft fabric of her underwear and blew warm breath against it. Moving upwards he repeated the action and was rewarded by her sharp intakes of breath and stifled moans. He began to work his way up her stomach, kissing, licking, and just… breathing. By the time he reached her breasts he wasn't sure how much more she was going to be able to take.

"Oh Sara," he murmured, kissing her face gently. He knocked his forehead against her own. "If you only knew…" he pressed his lips against hers, reveling in the sheer rush of emotions it invoked. "If you only knew," he muttered again.

"If I only knew what?" Sara asked skeptically, pulling away.

Michael stared into her eyes again, searchingly. No, she didn't love him yet, but she would soon learn to. It was all part of the plan. He had known she worked at Fox River from the very beginning, known all about her, and how she always fought for what was right… was always loyal to those she loved. Michael had known he would use that crucial characteristic before he committed the robbery that had put him behind bars. He would have become anything she wanted to make her fall in love with him, but unfortunately it had been too easy. They clicked, they had chemistry that came from just being around each other, from just being themselves. Unfortunately, because the feeling was definitely mutual, not one-sided like Michael had originally planned. The plan… well it was still working, just not the way he had expected it to.

Back in reality Sara was waiting, waiting for him to answer her question. He decided for once to tell her the truth.

"If you only knew," he said, his lips hovering above hers, "How much I need you…"

Sara smiled and their lips pressed together once more. Suddenly, he needed to be inside her. To drown himself in her. In a few quick movements he undressed both of them and pressed himself against her, their naked bodies heaving together, his hardened member poised right above her mound.

"I love you," Michael said softly before thrusting himself inside of her.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm just that cool, right?" Sucre's voice brought him into consciousness with a sickening thud.

"What?" Michael gasped.

"I dunno man, but that was some dream you were having," Sucre laughed and made his way out to the cell to take a shower.

"Yeah," Michael said softly. He decided to go take a shower as well.

A cold one.