Sunday - March 28

Michael, Sara, and Lincoln stood outside the security gates waiting for the passengers of flight 451 from Boston to pass through. It was a Sunday afternoon, which normally might not have been busy, but with it being the end of spring break everyone seemed to be on their way home. They'd arrived twenty minutes ago and according to the display the flight had been on the ground for ten minutes, but as of yet there was no sign of LJ or Jessica.

Standing behind Sara, Michael looked down to see her fidgeting with her sleeves. Slipping his arms around her waist he bent to her ear, "They'll be here soon."

Luckily Lincoln was leaning against a post about four feet away and he wasn't paying attention. Placing her hands over his, "I know. It's just…I hope everything went alright."

Placing a kiss just above her ear, he whispered wickedly "Would you like me to distract you?" He didn't wait for her to answer. Instead, he bent down and began placing small breathy kisses on her neck and shoulder.
Sara closed her eyes momentarily and her body leaned into his touch without even thinking. Feeling his fingers begin to move under her hands and his tongue dart out to send shivers up her spine, she jumped when she heard Lincoln say, "There they are."

Opening her eyes she saw LJ and Jessica just on the other side of security making their way towards them. Lincoln had pushed himself away from the wall and was now standing several feet in front of them impatiently waiting for his son to get through the necessary barrier.
Michael still hadn't released her and she could feel a rumble coming deep from his chest. Looking over her shoulder at him, she shook her head. "Just remember this moment, Scofield."

Before either of them could say more, their attention was brought back to the current situation as Lincoln wrapped LJ in a tight embrace. LJ held onto his father, "Hey Dad," he whispered. They hadn't been apart this long since Panama and everyone was giving them a moment.

Sara slipped out of Michael's arms and made her way to Jessica, giving the young girl a hug of her own she said "Welcome back."

Hearing Sara beside him, LJ turned to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Hey Sara."

"We've missed you."

Pulling back, "I've missed you too." Seeing his uncle standing only a foot away, LJ closed the distance and hugged him too.

"Are you two hungry?" Lincoln asked.

Jessica was the one that answered, "As long as it's better than the peanuts they serve on the plane."

Everyone laughed and headed toward the baggage claim to pick up their luggage.

~

After catching an early dinner at one of the local diners, everyone went back to Lincoln's house for a while. No one had asked for details about their trip and they hadn't shared. Finally at eight, Michael and Sara said their goodbye and headed home. Shortly after that, LJ turned to Jessica, "I'll take you back to the dorm."
Letting his dad know where he was going, LJ and Jessica made their way to campus.

Hand in hand, LJ walked with her up the stairs to her door. Stopping Jessica turned to face him. "Are you sure you don't want me to come in?" he asked.

Sighing, "Yea. I need to call home and let them know we got back ok."

"You mean let them know you got back ok."

"LJ."

"Sorry."

"We don't know they didn't like you."

"Jess. Let's be honest. You parents weren't exactly warming up to me."

"LJ." She paused. How to explain this to him? "They were like this with my first boyfriend too at first. By the time we broke up…they loved him." She paused again. "I'll see you tomorrow?" He nodded and she leaned in to give him a kiss goodnight. LJ wrapped his arms around her waist to deepen the kiss. She responded by bringing her arms up around his neck and threading her fingers through his hair.

In her family home, they'd slept on opposite ends of the house. His every move had been watched and dissected. They were never alone and this was their first real kiss since leaving Chicago nine days ago. He wanted nothing more than to stay with her tonight, but he knew that was impossible.

Pulling back before things got too heated, he placed his hands over hers as they slid down his shoulders onto his chest. "I love you Jess."

"I love you too." She whispered.

Reluctantly he stepped back. "Call me if you need anything."

"I will."

Jessica watched as LJ disappeared down the hall before she turned and entered her small dorm room. Her roommate Tonya was sitting on her bed listening to music but looked up upon seeing Jessica enter. "Hey." She smiled. "How was home?"

Jess gave her a little smile. "Not too bad." Laying her bag on the bed, she began to unpack. Putting the last of her clothes into her drawer, she turned to her roommate. "Tonya?" She waited till she knew she had her roommate's attention. "I need to call home. Let them know I'm ok. Do you think…"

Tonya stood. "Say no more roomy. How long do you need?"

"I don't know. Can you give me an hour? Is that too much?"

Getting up Tonya made for the door. "Nope. I'll just head over and see if I can find me an evening snack. You want me to bring you something back?"

Jessica just shook her head and watched her roommate leave through the door. With a final sigh, she reached for the phone. On the fourth ring her mother answered, "Jess?"

"Hey mom."

"Jessica Rice where have you been? You father and I were expecting your call hours ago."

Leaning her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes. "Sorry mom. I didn't mean to make your guys worry. We just grabbed a bite to eat after the plane landed."

"You and LJ?"

"Me, LJ, his dad, his uncle, and Sara."

Her mom was quite. "Mom?" she asked.

"Jess we're worried about you. You know that."

"I know mom. But really they're great people."

"So you keep telling us." Her mom paused. "Your father and I talked about it after you left. And it's not that we don't think LJ is a nice boy and all…"

"But?"

She sighed. "But, were concerned about the bad influence his family could be. It was obvious they're close."

"Mom…"

"Jessica let me finish. Your dad and I talked about it and we've decided we want to meet them." And just to make sure Jessica understood. "We want to meet LJ's family." After a moment she continued. "So…we're going to drive out to Chicago at the end of May to pick you up from college. We'll stay a week. That should be plenty of time for you to show us around Chicago and meet his family. After that…after that then we'll decide."

Jessica was beginning to get a headache. "Mom…"

"Oh here's your father. I know he wants to talk to you. And Jessica? This isn't up for discussion. Take it or leave it."

Before Jessica could say anything more, her father was on the phone. "Hi dad."

~

Michael striped down to his boxers and walked over to his nightstand picking up his book. Although on the surface it hadn't seemed like a stressful day, it had been. He heard Sara behind him, but didn't think anything of it until he felt her wrap her arms around his waist. Before he could respond, he felt her soft mouth against his back. Her fingers were moving across his stomach. "Is this supposed to be my pay back Tancredi?" he smiled.

"Mmmm." Was all she said, her mouth too busy with other things. She reached up on her tiptoes and just as he had done to her, placed soft kisses on his neck and shoulder while her tongue sporadically darted out to taste him. Her hands were moving too and not staying in the fairly neutral area of his stomach as he'd done with her earlier in the day.

Feeling her hand dip below the waistband of his boxers, Michael stomach muscles contracted and he felt Sara smile against him. She knew what she was doing and as far as he was concerned, she could do whatever she wanted as long as she kept touching him. When her fingers wrapped the length of him, he tried to stay completely still but it was becoming a challenge. She was behind him, out of his reach, and he desperately wanted to touch her.

Before he could say anything though, she removed her hand and stepped back. He turned to face her. Instead of reaching for her as he'd planned, he paused and took in the sight before him. She was wearing a sheer black baby doll and he could see the outline of what looked to be a matching set of sheer black panties underneath. He'd never seen this one before and it didn't leave much to the imagination, which was just fine with him since his objective would be to get her out of it.

Michael took a step forward sliding his hands under the sheer material and placed his hands to bracket her hips. Sara reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders. "New?" he asked.

She nodded. "Do you like it?"

"I'll like you better out of it." He smirked.

Sara took a step closer and pressed herself against him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So what are you waiting for?"

He answered her with a kiss. Covering her mouth with his, his lips were searching, demanding.

Sara brought her arms up to cup his head, her mouth meeting him stroke for stroke. She felt his hands move. His fingers begin to move the sheer panties over her hips and down her legs. The barely there material slid to the floor and she stepped out of them kicking them behind her.

Michael's hand sot the sensitive flesh between her legs and began a slow rhythm. She pressed herself against his hand, urging him to apply more pressure. When he stubbornly didn't comply, she released a moan of frustration from deep in her throat. To her surprise, Michael pulled away leaving her wanting and breathless.

Just as she was about to give voice to her frustration, he reached up with both hands and slid the two thin straps from her shoulders, guiding the material down her body and to the floor. Looking down at him, she stepped out of the garment. She saw a wicked gleam in his eye but wasn't quick enough. As he began to move back up her body, he stalled at the junction between her legs as his tongue darted out to taste her.

Sara reached for his head to hold him in place, but it was too late. He was already making his way slowly back up, paying special attention to the areas of her body he knew to be sensitive. When he reached eye level again, he pulled her flush against him and kissed her feverishly. She hung onto him and rode the wave of heat quickly building in her.

Without breaking the kiss, he moved her onto the bed. Her back on the mattress, he was hovering over her. Her hands found his boxers and pushed them down, freeing him. Kicking them off his legs, he never left her. His hands moved up and down her body, teasing her flesh.

Her hands were on his back, and then his chest. Not caring where her hands were as long as they were on him. Wrapped up in what he was doing to her, he hadn't paid attention where her hands were headed until felt them move below his waist as she took hold of him again, stroking him. He broke the kiss and found her eyes. Searching for breath, "Sara." He murmured as he reached between them and slid his fingers into her slippery folds, first inserting one finger and then two into her heat. Her hand stilled on him as she arched into the intruding digits. He removed his fingers slowly and moved to enter her. Feeling him inside her made her feel whole as nothing else did. As they came together, they held each other tight.

There was so much going on in their lives right now, LJ and Jessica were only part of it. Trying to get everything together for the wedding was proving to be a challenge with her work schedule and his. Almost every weekend there was something else to do. And then there was Lincoln. Last month he'd finally confessed to Michael that he'd started dating again. Nothing serious as of yet, but it was obvious it was hard for him and when Michael saw suffering, especially from his family, he suffered. That's just the way it worked.

Michael moved away and they both moved under the covers. He pulled her into his arms and she went to him. Placing a soft kiss on his chest she whispered, "I love you Michael Scofield."

With a soft kiss on the top of her head, he ran his fingers through her hair before settling his arm around her for the night. "I love you too, Sara Tancredi."