Michael was lying on his back with Sara in his arms, her head rested on his shoulder. He rubbed his figures up and down her arm deep in thought. He could still feel the moisture on her skin from their previous activities. Nothing in his past relationships had prepared Michael for what he had felt when they had made love, what he was feeling now. He had known it would be different with Sara, but he hadn't been prepared for this. He closed his eyes and let his senses take in every detail of her beside him.
"Michael?"
She had said his name so quietly he almost missed it. "Hum?"
Sara began to stir. She started to raise herself up, creating a small space between them. The air hit his flesh and he tried to pull her back down. She resisted his tug and placed her hand on his chest to anchor herself. Reluctantly he accepted her new position. She was facing him now. Her look was too serious in his opinion for their current situation. "Sara what's wrong?" concern in his voice.
She shook her head, "Nothings wrong." He could see she was taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "Michael, earlier. Just before LJ called, you said you wanted to ask me something. What did you want to ask me?"
Michael had continued to run his hand over Sara's back but his hand stilled at her words. What was he going to say? This isn't how he had wanted to ask her. This isn't how he'd planned it.
When Michael didn't immediately answer, Sara began to worry. "Michael," she said with a little more surety to her voice. "Whatever it is just ask me." With a smile in her voice, "I seriously doubt that whatever it is, is as bad as what we have been through in the past."
At this she had Michael's full attention. She thought he wanted to ask her something bad? She was right though; with all they had been through the last two years expecting something bad wouldn't be out of the question. As much as he had planned to ask her in a more staged setting, it could be worse. So he closed his eyes and decided to go for it. "I need my pants."
What? At first Sara had thought she had miss heard him, but from the look on his face she hadn't. Well, ok. Sara reluctantly rolled over and reached down beside her bed where their clothes had been discarded and grabbed his pants. She rolled back over to face him and held them out to him. Instead of taking them from her though he just said, "right pocket." Not quite sure what was going on she reached into his pocked and felt a small box. She pulled it out and gave it closer inspection. She stilled. Her eyes went to meet Michael's.
He reached out and took the hand holding the small velvet box in his. "Sara, I had had this all planned. We were going to go for a walk on the beach after dinner but then…" he gave a little sigh. Michael raised himself to a sitting position and waited until she met his eyes again. "Sara Tancredi, will you marry me?"
When he spoke the words, Sara's eyes filled with tears. This was more than she had expected. Michael's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Sara?"
She refocused her eyes on his and reached her free hand up to cup his face, "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, Michael Scofield, I will marry you." She leaned in and sealed the promised with a kiss.
The kiss was brief but full of meaning. He reached down, removed the box from her hands and opened it to reveal a simple yet elegant engagement ring. Michael removed it from its box and placed it on her finger.
She looked down at the new addition to her hand. It fit perfectly. Sara had no idea how he had managed to find out her ring size but he had. With a last glance at the ring, Sara gave her full attention back to Michael. She leaned in and brought her lips up to meet his. It was a chaste kiss at first; full of love, but it didn't take long for need to overtake them again. Michael laid Sara back on the bed and they lost themselves in each other once more.