Stepping into the elevator, Sara pressed the button for her floor. The last two hours of her shift had flown by. Her spirits had been lifted by Michael's visit. In a way it'd reminded her of their stolen moments in the infirmary.

She knew some of her co-workers had been curious, but none of them had said anything to her. Mary, however, caught up with her on her way out and informed her that she was the talk of the hospital. According to her friend, as soon as she'd left them in the break room she'd been bombarded with questions about Sara's visitor. Mary had been quick to assure her she hadn't said anything, but an hour later Mary had overheard Jean and a few of the nurses talking about how creepy it was to have a felon running free on their floor and Mary knew the puzzle had been solved. It was just as well Sara thought. They were bound to meet Michael eventually anyway since he was a permanent part of her life.

Opening the door, she heard voices coming from the kitchen. She followed the voices and found Michael, LJ, and Jessica sitting at the kitchen table. Michael was hunched over a textbook and looked up as she entered. A smile appeared on his face as he stood and closed the distance between them. Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned against him allowing herself to be enveloped by his warmth. This was something she didn't know if she would ever get tired of, coming home to him. He bent down and brushed his lips against her hair. Pulling back, Sara greeted their guests.

Taking a seat at the now full table, she noticed it was covered in books and paper. LJ had apparently been having more math troubles and had called Michael for help. Now that she was home they were thinking Chinese instead of homework. Sara stood and went to the phone to place their order while the others went back to leaning over the books with a look of deep concentration.

While on hold with the restaurant, Sara took a few moments to observe the situation. LJ and Michael were sitting shoulder to shoulder. From here she could see similarities one wouldn't normally pay attention to had they not been side by side. Then movement caught her eye. Jessica was sitting next to LJ. She was leaning in to hear what Michael was saying but that wasn't what had to her attention. It was her right hand. It was enclosed in LJ's and he was gently caressing it with his thumb. Sara smiled, similar indeed. The voice on the other end of the phone pulled her from her thoughts. "Oh yes. I would like…"

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As Michael finished up in the bathroom, Sara lay in bed with a book open in front of her. She wasn't really paying attention to her reading material though. Instead, her thoughts were of what she'd witnessed over the last few hours. LJ and Jessica had stayed for dinner. Jessica had seem much more relaxed and hadn't shied away when she and Michael had bumped hands when both had reached for the lo mien at the same time. After dinner, Michael had finished helping them with their homework.

Sara smiled to herself. Things were finally coming together for them. If someone would have asked her two and a half years ago what she'd be doing today or who she'd be with, living with someone who'd robbed a bank and broke out of a maximum security prison, someone who had been one of America's most wanted; it wouldn't have even neared the bottom of her list let alone the top. But then again, two and a half years ago she hadn't met Michael.

Almost on queue he strolled out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers. He walked casually over to the dresser and set something down. Sara felt the flutter again, but this time it wasn't just in her stomach. It started there but was slowly spreading through her body. Michael seemed completely unaware of his effect on her. He'd obviously taken her advise from last night and had left the t-shirt, and apparently his pajama bottoms unworn.

He continued to move about the bedroom with ease. They'd been living together now for well…over a week in all honesty, even though the official move hadn't occurred until two days ago. Since that first night they'd not slept apart. This thought brought with it both happiness and sadness. They'd spent too many nights apart. Too many days with only the slightest of touches to carry them through till the next time.

Sara let her gaze fall to the ring on her finger. Things were different now. Michael was no longer behind bars, she was no longer his doctor and he her patient. They were no longer on the run trying to stay a step a head of someone who wanted them dead. No longer separated by cuffs or walls. They were together. Finally. And she was going to be his wife.

Sara's eyes found Michael again. The thought of being married to him made her almost giddy. Sometimes she felt like a schoolgirl. He could make her heart race with just a simple look; make her feel like she was the only person in the world.

Michael approached the bed lost in his own thoughts. He hadn't noticed Sara watching him. Sitting on the bed, he turned on his lamp and picked up the book he'd been trying to read. He'd been working on this book for over a week and was only on chapter 10. Before he'd always read before bed, but since last Friday he hadn't gotten much reading done. Not that he was complaining. They'd fooled around every night and he wouldn't have it any other way. In fact he'd starting getting creative with his reading, and was now utilizing the time before she got home from work. Tonight he'd been able to get through an entire chapter before LJ had called.

Pulling the sheets over his legs, he leaned back against the headboard. Opening the book, he started to read. Five sentences into the chapter, he realized Sara wasn't reading. Now that he thought of it, he hadn't noticed her turning a page since he'd entered the room.

Looking over he noticed that although her eyes were on the book she wasn't reading. He could see her brow creased deep in thought. Michael closed his book and set it back in its place on the nightstand. Turning back he reached out a hand and placed it on her arm to get her attention.

Sara met his eyes and smiled. She realized he wasn't reading anymore and placed her bookmark back in its place. Michael's hand slid from her arm and came to rest on the bed between them as she turned to put her book down.

When she turned back, she knew without looking that Michael's eyes where on her. Sara reached down between them and covered his hand with hers, giving it a little squeeze. "I was just thinking about us."

"Really?" Michael said, trying to match her light tone. "You were looking awfully serious."

Sara slid over and Michael raised his arm to make room for her. Resting her head in the crook of his arm she reached across his lap and entwined their fingers once again. "I was thinking about how different my life has been since I met you." She felt him tense as she always did whenever she brought up the past, their past. "Before I met you I never thought I could be this happy." She heard him release the breath he had been holding. Sara turned and releasing their hands brought her hand up to his face. Would he ever get over the guilt he felt? She hoped so. "I love you," she whispered and placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away.

Sara had been right. Michael had been swamped again by guilt when she'd brought up their past. The change in her life from the time she'd met him. It was hard to believe sometimes that she'd forgiven him for everything he'd done to her over the past two years, but she had. He knew he needed to move past this. It was only putting distance between then and that was the last thing he wanted. The feel of her breath just before her lips made contact sent a shiver of sensation down his spine.

When she pulled back and moved back over to her side of the bed, he felt naked. He watched as she slid down pulling the sheets up around her chest. Michael reached over and turned off the light, leaving only the moonlight streaming in from the windows to illuminate the room. As he lay down and brought the sheet up, he glanced over at Sara. She was smiling at him.

Rolling to his side, he reached out to pull her towards him. She came willingly. Her hands came up to skim his inked chest. Her touch was feather soft and it was almost his undoing. He brought her closer and pressed her body against his so she could feel every inch of him. Hearing her suck in her breath brought a smile to his lips. "I do believe you requested only minor clothing this evening."

It took a moment for Sara to register what he'd said. She licked her lips before answering, enjoying the sensation of his body so close to hers. "I do believe I said something along those lines, yes."

Michael leaned in and with his lips just above hers he whispered, "your wish is my command." His lips claimed hers as her hands moved up this chest to encircle his neck. His hand moved to her hip and pushed the thin t-shirt she was wearing out of the way. Sliding his hand up her back, he held her close as he deepened the kiss.

Sara's body was humming, as it always was when they were close like this. When his hand snaked up underneath her shirt she suddenly felt like she was wearing too much clothing but she didn't want to pull away. Instead with one hand Sara reached between them and pulled her shirt up as far as she could. Pressing her bare chest against his, she heard a low growl from deep within his throat.

Michael's hand moved back down her back to her hip. The feel of her breast against his naked chest was pleasantly distracting. He needed to remove all of the barriers between them. Slipping his figures inside her panties, he began to pull them down her legs.

Sara reluctantly used this moment to finish removing her t-shirt. By the time she had it over her head, his hands had make short work of her underwear. Now she was naked. He was still in his boxers. As he started to pull her back against him, she placed a firm hand against his chest to halt him. "I believe you have some undressing to do Mr. Scofield." she said, her eyes dancing with delight. He followed her eyes down and quickly removed his only piece of clothing, tossing it to the floor.