Thursday – April 8th

They'd decided Michael would pick her up at the hospital after her shift was over and head straight for the church. They'd contacted the minister Carol had suggested and they were scheduled to meet with him in an hour. The church was only five miles from the bed and breakfast so the drive would take them about forty-five minutes.

When Sara hopped in the car just outside of the hospital's employee entrance she slide over to Michael, cupped his face with her hands, and proceeded to give him a slow and sensual kiss. Michael relaxed into her and his hands came up to massage the back of her neck. When Sara broke the kiss she didn't go far. Only inches away from his mouth she said, "Mmmm. That's better."

Michael gave a small chuckle. "Trying to tell me something Tancredi?"

Placing another peck on his lips she sat back in her seat and reached to put on her seat belt. "Yes. Relax." She smiled.

He laughed again, a full-hearted laugh this time. "I somehow don't think 'relaxed' is what a kiss like that does to me."

With a wicked smile she glance down at his lap and then back up at his eyes. They weren't laughing now. Then she heard him say, "You'd better stopped looking at me like that if you want to get to our destination tonight."

After another intense moment, Sara broke eye contact. Sitting back in her seat, she closed her eyes. A few seconds later, she felt the car start to move.

~

They arrived at the church with two minutes to spare. Dinner that night had been a fast food drive through which wasn't ideal but they'd both been starving and with only fifteen minutes to spare there weren't many options. Sara could see the wary look in Michael's eyes the moment he put the car in park. He'd chosen to stay in the suit he'd worn to work minus the jacket and tie.

They made their way up the steps to the church. Not long after they stepped into the foyer an older man, in his sixties, came out of a door to their right. The man stuck out his hand and they shook, "Hi. I'm Pastor Ron Keller. You must be Michael and Sara." He stepped back. "Come on into my office." He pointed to the door he'd just exited from. Letting Sara go first, Michael placed his arm at the small of her back as he followed her in.

The older gentleman indicated a small couch along the wall and they took a seat. Their hands met and rested on Michael's leg. He took a seat opposite them in a single chair. Ron Keller took in the couple sitting before him. He'd noticed how close they'd stood to each other in the foyer, the hand to the small of her back when moving into the room, and now the hands. He'd been doing this long enough to know protectiveness when he saw it. The thing was, while it was obvious he was protecting her, she also seemed to show protectiveness of him as well by the way her thumb was gently rubbing along his as it now sat just above his knee. Ron cleared his throat; "So Carol tells me you two are getting married out at her place on June 26th."

"That's right." Michael said.

"Well it's a beautiful place for a wedding that's for sure. I've done a few ceremonies for them over the years." He smiled. When the couple didn't respond he took a deep breath and decided to take a more direct approach. "So why don't you tell me a little about yourselves. Let's start with how long you've been together."

Michael didn't really know what to say. Where did they stop becoming Dr. Tancredi and Inmate Michael Scofield and become Michael and Sara? As he was trying to mole over the technicalities in his mind he heard Sara speak up. "We met two and a half years ago."

"I see." He wasn't sure why that had seemed like a difficult question but continued with what he hoped was a friendly smile, "And how did you meet?"

Here it was again. The dreaded question but to her surprise Michael spoke up and what came out of his mouth surprised her. "Do you know who we are?"

Ron looked at first Michael and then Sara. "No. I'm sorry I don't. Should I?"

Michael turned to look at Sara, their eyes met and held. Biting her lower lip, she nodded. In an emotional voice he began. "Do you remember hearing about Lincoln Burrows, the man who was said to have killed the Vice President's brother?"

"Yes." He said, not quite sure where this was going.

"Lincoln Burrows is my brother." When the minister made no real reaction Michael continued. "My brother was innocent but was sentenced to death and housed in Fox River Penitentiary. I couldn't let him die so I robbed a bank and got put into Fox River as well. To break him out." The older mans eyes were not impassive now. Now they were staring wide eyed at Michael. "I went to the infirmary every day for insulin shots. Sara was the doctor."

Michael stopped. Sara was silent but holding tightly to Michael's hand. Ron Keller was speechless. After several minutes of strained silence, Ron spoke up. "You're the Michael Scofield from the papers?" Michael nodded. Turning to Sara. "And you're the prison doctor they said helped him to escape?" She nodded as well. After a long silence, "Well…I can't say I hear that everyday."

The room was silent again. Choosing his next words wisely he said, "I'll admit I'm not up on all the facts, but from what I do know…you two have to have quite a history together."

It was Sara's turn. "Yes. We do."

"Well…that can be good and that can be bad. Or it can be a little of both." He laughed.

And with that little laugh Sara relaxed a little.

~

They didn't get home until a little after ten. Both had to be at work in the morning so they quickly got ready for bed and slipped under the sheets. Michael was lying on his back, his arm behind his head. Sara came over and laid her head on his shoulder. Moving his arm to wrap around her he ran his fingers slowly up and down her back. She placed a kiss on his chest, "Spill it Scofield."

Letting out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, "I'm beginning to think your idea of going to the courthouse was a good idea."

Slapping him playfully with her hand, "Don't you even dare say that." After a few minutes she added, "I like him."

"Well that's good since we'll be seeing him every other week for the next two months." He said deadpan.

She scooted herself up so she was face to face with him. "This has nothing to do with us you know. It's standard." She watched him close his eyes. "Michael?"

"I know." He said, bringing his other hand around to splay through her hair.

"So what's the problem?"

His fingers continued to stroke her. "It's nothing." When it was clear she was waiting for more he added shrugging his shoulders, "I just feel like I'm in therapy again, that's all."

Giving him a smile, "Well in a way you are. Couples therapy." She leaned down and placed a kiss near his ear and whispered, "Want to make sure I'm good enough for you."

She kissed him again, a little lower this time and he swallowed. "Don't you mean the other way around?"

"Absolutely not." She murmured against his rapidly beating pause. "I already know how good you are."

He groaned. Hand already under her camisole, it began snaking up her back while his other hand was enjoying the feel of her hair in his fingers. "Sara…" he whispered.

"Don't argue." She smiled against his skin. "Don't you know the first rule of marriage is that your wife is always right?" His only answer was a tightening of his hands. She continued to suck and nip away at the tender skin just above his collarbone. Sliding her lips up along his jaw line, she found his waiting mouth.

Michael's tongue delved into her, taking possession of her tempting lips. His hands moved lower, pulling her on top of his body and held her hard against him. His fingers caressed her and kneaded her flesh. He so enjoyed the feel of her under his hands.

He felt her pull away and sit up astride him. Hands moving to the hem of her cream camisole, she pulled the silk fabric up and over her head to reveal her beautiful body to him. Moving his hands up her sides, he took her breast in his hands. His thumbs circled her nipples and she closed her eyes in obvious enjoyment.

Sitting up, one hand moved to cup her head bringing their lips together once more while the other slid back down to her waist. Her hard nipples against his naked chest sent shivers down his body.

He flipped her over and was now hovering above her. Her red hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her. She was so beautiful. So perfect. Michael bent down and let himself get lost in her lips once again.

Feeling her hands on his hips, pushing at the material of his boxers he reached down to help her. Leaving her lips, his mouth moved to take one of her breast into his mouth while his fingers found the thin straps of her panties and moved them down her legs.

On their way back up, his hands stalled between her legs gently caressing her while his mouth continued it slow assault on the nipple in his mouth. He heard her breathing change and with a final stroke of his hand, he moved between her legs and entered her.

Once he was inside her, she wrapped her legs to encircle his waist. Her arms cupped his head as she pulled his mouth back to hers. They moved together, the only sound was their raged breathing and the low moans coming from deep within both their throats. Keeping one hand on her hip, Michael reached up to lightly touch her breast. Both hearing and feeling her reaction, he used his long fingers to mold her tender flesh in his hands. His mouth left her lips to trail kisses on her neck. Finding the spot just behind her ear, he pressed first his lips and then his tongue against it and felt her body go stiff before she cried out her release.

He rode it out with her. Pulling him back to her lips once again, she began stoking his arms and chest while still moving against him, with him. He was so close, he pulled back and found her beautiful copper eyes. After that, nothing else mattered as his world exploded.