Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break but if I owned Michael…things would be a lot different. I don't own any of the following characters: LJ Burrows, Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, or Veronica Donavan. I own none of Prison Break or any of its contents.
A/N: Well, chapter 18. This chapter was a blast to write. I enjoyed this one the most so far. I'm not really sure why but I just did. LOL, well I hope you enjoy this chapter. I have to warn you guys there is some serious fluff but then again there is also slight comedy in this chapter. ENJOY!
ONE WEEK LATER!
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"We're here." Michael announced pulling into the driveway of his beachside house in Puerto Viarta, Mexico. He turned to look at Sara, who had goose bumps completely covering her arms and legs. "Are you nervous?"
"No." Sara said with a rather shaky voice. Her entire body began to quiver with the thought of her living with Michael. "I'm not nervous, just tired."
"Okay." He answered taking the keys out of the ignition and opening the car door. "This house looked better on the internet."
"I think it is gorgeous. I love the columns in the front. It makes the house look prestigious." She said watching Michael turn the key to the front door.
"Michael?" Linc questioned watching his brother walk in the door from the living room sofa. "How are you?" He asked getting up from the sofa and hugging his brother in the entrance of the beach house.
"Good." The tattooed man answered letting go of his brother and grabbing Sara's hand.
"Who is this?" LJ asked coming down the stairs of the house and into the living room. He looked at Sara up and down, admiring the complexion of her beautiful face and gorgeous brown eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked waggling his eyebrows leaning against the counter in Sara's general direction.
"This would be my girlfriend LJ." Scofield said wrapping his arm around the young lady tighter as he watched the expression on LJ's face drop rapidly.
"…girlfriend…" Sara whispered to Michael as she sat her head against his chest.
Michael looked down at Sara and raised a single eyebrow. "...yeah…"
…Shit, was I not supposed to say that? I thought…hell…women are just complicated creatures. One minute they want something then the next they absolutely hate it. I thought for sure the term girlfriend was okay, but I think I went wrong. That shouldn't surprise me though…
"Sara, I want to show you something…" Michael said, grabbing Sara's hand and leading her upstairs to his bedroom. He stopped in the middle of his master bedroom as he watched Sara look around the room aimlessly.
Michael's bedroom was a rather large sized room. He had a wooden king size bed in the middle of the room, complete with a striped blue comforter and baby blue pillows. There were two wide windows on a single side of the room, which had thin white curtains covering the window. In the corner of the room was a tall dresser that had bottle of cologne sitting on top of it with a mirror in the back round. To the right of the entrance way was a walk in closet that had many clothes and shoes neatly placed on the racks of the closet. Beside the closet was the master bathroom that had his and her sinks, a large walk in shower, garden tub and toilet that were all matching.
"This is really nice." The brunette said walking around the room, admiring the many works of art that were hung around the entire room.
"Thanks." Michael said taking off his watch and placing it on the tall dresser of his room. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Sara said running her fingers along a sculpture that was sitting on his nightstand.
"Would you like to stay here with me…I mean…until you find an apartment or something…if he really want to…I wouldn't mind…" Scofield stuttered, loosening the collar around his neck then glancing back at Sara.
…I can't believe I just said that…that is crazy. What am I talking about? She got pissed when I said girlfriend. What the hell did I do? Shit, she isn't answering. That is never a bad thing…damn it…Michael, you're a failure at life…
"Yes." She answered smiling at Michael, walking toward the tattooed man in front of his dresser. Sara ran her hand along Michael's back, exposing his tattoo. "Where am I supposed to sleep?" The brunette asked, lifting the bottom of his shirt and running her hand up his back.
"Well, you can have the bed." Michael said looking at the bed and smiling. "I'll have the couch…" He said shrugging his shoulder and letting off a small chuckle.
"…I have a better idea…" Sara said, biting the back of his neck in a playful manor. "How about you get the bed, and I sleep beside you…"
Michael turned his body around and grabbed Sara by the waist, exposing a bit of her stomach and back. She smiled and grabbed Michael's hands then pushed then dropped them to his side. He began pouting and chuckling at the same time. The brunette walked over to the king size bed and hopped on the bed, creating a small bounce on the water bed. The tattooed man began slowly walking to the bed until Sara grabbed his shirt collar and pulled his body on top of hers. They both smiled as they passionately kissed each other, leaving a mark on Michael's lip.
"What did you bite me for?" He asked grabbing both of her hands, placing them above her head so that he could bite her neck. Sara began arching her back as she let off a small moan.
"Why are you holding me against your mattress?" She asked pulling her hands out of his tight grip. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck then wrapping her legs around his lower torso.
"…" Michael said nothing as he broke free of Sara's grip and sat down beside her with his feet dangling to the ground.
"What's wrong?" She asked, rubbing his back and pouting at the same time. "Are you okay?"
"Nothing." He mumbled, walking away from Sara to the other side of the room. "I need to take a shower." Scofield said procrastinating to get to the door way of the bathroom.
"Do you need help?" Sara asked walking toward Michael and grabbing his hand. He partially smiled and led her into the rather large bathroom then turned the lock on the door knob. "I take that as a yes." She said giggling.
Sara looked in the mirror at Michael and watched him as he began un-buttoning his shirt. Immediately, she turned his body around and un-buttoned his shirt as he began kissing down her neck. She threw his shirt across the bathroom and lifted her arms up for him to take her tank top off. He glanced into her beautiful brown eyes as he began pulling off her tank top, exposing her bright red lace bra. Michael ran a single hand against her bra. With his other hand he began un-hooking the clasps of her bra, sending it down to their feet. Sara giggled and began un-buttoning his pants as she watched them drop to his knees exposing his bright green boxers with a frog on the front.
"Don't ask." Scofield said kicking his pants off and kissing Sara again.
Michael walked over to the shower knob and turned it all the way down, creating a strong stream of steam around them. Sara began taking off her pants, throwing them across the room along with her bright red thong. He smiled and jumped in the shower. The brunette looked in the mirror once more, took her hair out and jumped in the shower with the tattooed man. Sara ran her fingers along Michael's torso as he caressed her every curve. He picked up a sponge from the side of the shower and began washing Sara's back. She moaned slightly as she arched her back toward Michael.
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…What the hell…?
"What is going on up there?" Linc questioned out loud, looking at LJ then back up at the ceiling. "Did you hear that?" He asked as he heard strange noises coming from upstairs.
"Yeah, do you think somebody fell or something?" LJ asked grabbing the remote control from his father and turning the channel.
"I'm gonna go make sure they're okay…" Lincoln said getting up from his recliner and walking toward the stair way.
Burrows began investigating upstairs. He opened the door to his own room and found nothing. Linc walked across the hall and opened the door to LJ's room, nothing. He noticed Michael's door was shut. Lincoln slowly opened the door as the noises became louder. He raised a single eyebrow and ventured his way to the bathroom door. Burrows knocked on the door, awaiting a response.
"What the…" Michael paused as he watched Sara scramble out of the shower. He stepped out onto the bath mat after her and looked in the mirror.
"Who is it?" Sara whispered, drying her bare body with a towel from the closet beside the shower stall.
"It's my brother." Scofield said, putting his green boxers back around his waist as he watched Sara lift the shirt over her head.
"Michael? Sara? Are you in there?" Linc questioned, now concerned and worried as to what was going on.
"Sorry Linc, I was singing in the shower…" Michael lied as he watched Sara cover her mouth laughing. He let out a small chuckled then he began applying shaving cream onto his face.
"I suggest you get some singing lessons." Burrows said.
"Yeah…" Scofield said washing his razor in the sink. "I'll think about it."
"Where's Sara?"
"She went down the street to help rescue a penguin from a tree…?" Scofield said washing the soap away from his face.
"What?" Linc asked confused by Michael's statement.
"Long story. She'll be back soon."
"Okay." Burrows said leaving his brother's bedroom, rubbing his head and rolling his eyes.
Sara turned around to face Michael and ran her index finger along his torso, stopping at his distinct V-cut. Michael smiled as he watched the brunette leave the bathroom and walk out of the door. He looked in the mirror, blinked once and ran his right hand down his bald head then sighed.
…That was awkward…
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A/N: Hope you guys liked the chapter! I liked this one because of the scene and what not. It makes me wish I was Sara pouts If only I had WM…Well anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!