A/N : Right here, behind my laptop again, trying to roll the kinks out of my shoulders. I feel tense. A hot cup of tea next to me. (Raspberry).

Aah...mmm.

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All the things you are to me, darling you have set me free. (Michelle Featherstone)

Sara and Michael

She was happy. Well, as happy as she could be. Only six months to endure, and they would probably see each other everyday. Maybe she could – talk to the Warden about this? About seeing him a little longer, and be the only escort on his monthly trips for a check-up in the hospital?

So there they lay, satisfied after a thorough exploration of each other, naked on the bed without the pillows. Their hands were intertwined on his chest, and his other hand carressed her shoulder, making her arch her body in comfort.

Michael lovingly listened to the soft moans coming out of her throat, the silent purrs of satisfaction. He was happy, so happy, with her. But he was worried. Who knew what these months would give them, who knew how often they would still see eachother? Sure, he would go in for his 'daily shot', but they had decided not to treat him anymore. As his doctor, she had claimed it to be too dangerous. And she was right. So now his 'treatement' would be all Sara-loving. He smiled, but it disappeared as he defined the Sara-loving he would be getting : no kisses, no being together, no showing her how he felt in every way possible. Would it destroy them?

There was a way he'd be able to really see her in prison, but he didn't want it to be like that. Didn't want his proposal of marriage to be just a way to get her into a small room, sheltered from the other visitors, with only a cramped bed and hardly any sunshine pouring through. No. When he asked her to be his wife forever, it would be perfect. Just the way he had planned it to. Because he had no trouble with planning, and he'd have six months to think it over.

He grinned as he remembered Sucre's proposal to Maricruz – it was probably the thing that had made them bond from the start. "Pashion." He laughed.

She raised her head from his chest and placed her chin on his collarbone. "What are you thinking about?"

Michael smiled at her. "Sucre." He answered. "My bestest buddy."

Sara smiled. She'd always liked Fernando, especially when he started bunking with Michael. She didn't know if Michael could have made it through without him. A frown formed on her face. "You're not going to turn him in, are you?"

He shook his head decidedly. "No way. I'm just out to get the bad guys back where they belong."

She kissed him full on the lips, exagerating the kissing sound. "I'm happy." She said. "I'm happy, Michael."

He pushed his fingers through her hair and raised his eyebrow at her quizically. She traced a heartpattern on his chest and nodded again. "I am. And we'll make it. It's not as if we won't ever see eachother, right?" She nodded. "Right. And who knows," she suggestively wiggled her eyebrows, "maybe you'll get lucky and I'll pull up the curtain every once in a while."

He giggled and told her in a childlike voice : "Oh, I feel like it's Christmas and my birthday at the same time."

She slapped him lightly. "You're a lucky bastard...don't ever forget."

He kissed her. "I'll always remember.."

Morning came too soon for the both of them. Sleep had been an extra on the side that night, and they were still awake when the darkness turned to light again. Michael pushed himself up on his elbow and stared at the only woman he had ever loved, sweetly brushing her hair off of her forhead. She battered her eyelashes at him and a low laugh escaped his throat. She raised herself a few inches and with her mouth sought out his, before dropping herself onto the matress again, bouncing back until the echos of her body had died out. He smiled broadly at her and his eyelids drooped a little.

"You know I love you so much I can't stand it sometimes, right?"

She smiled. "That's a lot of love, Michael." He nodded confidently. "But you know, I think the things I feel are even more than that."

He gasped. "Impossible."

Sara laughed out. "Oh man, we're there."

"Where?"

"In that teenager-stage." She mimicked a starry-eyed teenaged. "I love you more."

Michael grinned and shook his head, touching her nose briefly. "No, I love you more!"

They both shook their head. "How 'bout we call it even?"

"Deal."

An hour later, their livingroom was crowded with Lincoln, Veronica and LJ, all telling Michael their 'later's. Not goodbyes.

And then the moment came, and they all drove to the courthouse together. Michael was in the backseat, holding Sara in his arms and kissing her softly and passionately. No other passenger complained, but they all stared out the window and smiled thinking of the two of them, happy that they'd found each other. Lincoln almost felt that it was worth almost being executed for.

Well – almost.

They pulled up in front of the harsh building and Michael turned to Sara. "I think it's best if you don't come with us." She gasped in surprise and opened her mouth to protest.

"Michael - !"

"Listen." With a kiss, he silenced her. "If they see you here with me, it could ruin all chances for us. They could find out, Sara." He stroked away her tear with his thumb. "I won't be far gone, okay?" She nodded quietly. "I love you."

Broken, she whispered her 'I love you' back to him. He pulled her face to his one last time, making it last as long as he could, and then slowly released her. Pressing his lips to her forhead, he swung the door open and stepped out, looking at the blue sky. How could it be so pure on a day like this?

He walked towards the door and turned back one more time, mouthing an 'I love you so much' in the direction of the car.

He knew she was watching.

So, that was the 'later' chapter. Now, tell me, do you want detailed tellings of their relationship inside the walls, or do you feel more like a 'six months later'?

As always, let me know how you feel - really important.

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