Author's Chapter Notes:

Ok every one this is my longest chapter to date, 5700 words! That's right. 5700 and it should feed all your needs. There is action for all our leading men in this one so enjoy. :)

May 1st

At eight o'clock Saturday morning, Lincoln quietly opened the door to his house. At least he thought he'd been quite. He hadn't even made it across the living room before a tired looking LJ appeared from the hall. "Dad?" he said rubbing his eyes. "Is that you?"

"Yea LJ. It's me."

"What are you…?" LJ stopped mid sentence as he noticed his dad in clothes that seemed a bit too dressy for this time of the morning. "Where were you?" When his dad didn't answer right away, "Did you come home last night?" This was met with still more silence. LJ walked straight up to his dad and looked directly in his eyes. He was looking for any thing to give him a clue as to what was going on, why his dad hadn't come home last night because it was clear to him now he hadn't.

"Stop it LJ. Your as bad as your uncle, do you know that."

LJ took a step back and Lincoln walked into the kitchen to get some breakfast. "What does Uncle Mike have to do with you not coming home last night?" LJ said following him.

Grabbing a bowl, spoon, milk and some cereal Lincoln sat down at the table. "Nothing." He was quite as he poured the cereal and milk into a bowl and took a bite. Then almost casually he said, "I had a date last night."

"A date?"

Lincoln looked at his son. "Yea. A date."

A smile appeared on LJ's face. "Way to go dad."

Lincoln snorted and took another bite. "Thanks. I think." LJ grabbed another bowl and sat across from his dad. After he'd taken a few bites of his own cereal, "We need to straighten up the house. Clean a little."

"Why?"

"I've invited her to come over tonight."

"So this is serious? I mean you like this woman?"

"Yes LJ. I like her. And her name is Sam."

~

Sara's first conscious thought was of how tired her muscles still felt. Opening her eyes, she looked over at the clock. Nine-twenty five. Eight and a half hours of sleep so she couldn't complain. Hearing the shower going, she knew she was alone in the bed. Rolling onto her back, she stretched before throwing the sheet off her body. Smiling, she knew exactly what she needed to wake herself up and he was right in the other room. Removing her clothes, she made her way to the bathroom.

Quietly opening the door, she stood for a moment and took in the sight before her. Michael's arms were stiff out in front of him supporting his weight. His head was down, under the spray. The curtain blocked out the details of his figure, but she knew that the muscles in his neck and shoulders were tight and tense. Not waiting any longer, she reached out to open the curtain and stepped inside.

Michael heard her open the door but he hadn't moved. Continuing to let the hot spray of the shower fall over his entire body, he remained still until he felt her arms come around him. Her hands rested on his shoulders as her soft body pressed against him. He straightened as her lips made contact with his shoulder. "Did you get any sleep?" she asked.

He didn't answer right away; too busy trying to wash away the demons that had been hounding him last night. It seemed he would never get away from his past and although the notoriety was more of an annoyance than anything, it was the fear he saw in that one man's eyes that had been haunting him throughout the night over and over again. He kept seeing the dilation of his pupils, the tension in his face, the slight tremble in his hands, the way his eyes had quickly taken assessment of those around him and the exits. Finally, "A little." The only response he got out of her from his admission was more soft kisses to his back and after a while, the tension did begin to leave him.

Sara knew he was suffering and knew why. She'd done some more research on L.L.I. while he'd been in prison but that wasn't it. She knew Michael. His desire to help people went above and beyond and seeing someone afraid of him brought a burden to his shoulders almost too much for him to bare. Almost. Michael would bare it as he had everything else, no matter what the cost to him. And the fact that this was a stranger made it worse in some ways because he would feel there was no way to make it right.

As she felt him begin to relax against her, she reached out and grabbed the soap. Stepping back only slightly she lathered her hands and began soaping his back and shoulders, taking the time to work the tension out of them. Pressing into his back again, she slid her soapy hands down his arms and then back again. Adding more soap to her hands she moved to his chest. As she moved lower, she heard his breathing change and body tense. Instead of taking hold of him, however, she bent down and washed first one leg and then the other.

When she stood back up, he turned to face her. "My turn." He said.

Sara gladly handed him the soap as they changed places. He set the bar down and reached up to help her wet her hair. Reaching first for the shampoo and then the conditioner. He took his time and massaged her scalp with his fingers. The sensation felt so good. It was relaxing every muscle in her body. As he helped her rinse the conditioner from her hair, he brought his lips down to brush over hers. The kiss was light, flirty. But it still sent tingles down her spin.

She was still facing him when he reached for the soap again. Lathering it in his hands, he began at her back just as she had done with him. Then down her arms and back up. More soap as he cleaned her neck and then moved to her chest pausing slightly as his hands cupped her breast and his thumbs brushed lightly over her nipples making them harden. Sliding down, he mimicked her actions and moved first down one leg and then started back up the other. But instead of continuing up to stand as she had done, he remained kneeling and looked up at her.

His slippery hand moved up the inside of her leg until it found her damp curls. She gasped as she felt his soapy fingers move between her folds and rub her clit. He lingered a little longer than necessary for cleaning before removing his hand from between her legs, but he didn't go far. Instead, remaining in his current position he reached behind him into the stream of the shower.

Bringing his hands back around, she could see he'd cupped his palms and they were full of clean water. He brought them between her legs again and rinsed the soap from her. He repeated the motion several times before he was satisfied he'd gotten everything. Finally he stood.

Stepping out of the spray, she pressed her wet body against his and brought her lips to kiss the pulse at the base of his neck. Her tongue darted out to capture a water droplet as it made his mark down his skin. A moan escaped from Michael as her lips and tongue made their mark on his wet body.

Her body plastered to his, hard nipples pressing into his chest. Hands on her hips he roughly pulled her lower body closer, letting her fully feel his hardness. This time the moan that was heard in the steam filled shower was hers.

Sara continued to move along his upper body with her mouth. He needed to feel her heat surrounding him, and he couldn't wait any longer. Moving his right hand to cup her curves, he bent his knees and lifted her.

Letting out a small gasp, Sara wrapped her arms around his shoulders as her legs circled his waist. The movement broke the assault of her mouth and with her lips free, he captured them with his own. Turning, he braced her against the wall of the shower as he reached between them to guide himself into the warmth he was seeking.

Rising slightly to give him better access, she felt his hand press on her hips guiding her down. Michael pulled her upper body back slightly and watched her as he finished joining them. Back arched, her head fell back against the wall and she was watching him. As he began to move, her eyes first drifted closed and then opened again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he moved a little faster, harder. Placing his right hand on her neck, he brought his mouth down onto hers as his aggressive tongue told her of his desire.

Pulling back their upper bodies no longer touching, he kept eye contact as his hand began moving down her body stopping briefly at her breast and then moving to where they were joined. Slipping his fingers in a circular motion across her sensitive flesh, he saw her eyes close a moment before he felt her inner muscles clench around him and a high-pitched scream rip from deep within her throat. Seeing her fall into ecstasy was it for him. With a final hard thrust, her name came from his lips in a low primal growl as he let go.

Michael's head rested against her shoulder, her legs still wrapped around his waist. She placed a kiss on his neck and let her legs fall to the shower floor. He raised his head, their faces only inches away as he bend down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He wanted to say thank you but that seemed so inappropriate. Every time he started to sink into the darkness she was there. She's his lifeline. His anchor.

Before he could say anything to her though, she was reaching again for the soap. Washing herself again, she handed the soap to him to do the same but before she stepped out of the shower she brushed her lips against his shoulder. "I know." Then she was gone.

~

At eleven-thirty Michael and Sara headed out the door and with a quick goodbye went their separate ways. Michael was picking Lincoln and LJ up to go have a fitting for their suits and Sara was meeting Vicki for lunch. She'd decided to take a Saturday off shopping for her elusive dress.

Sara pulled up to a light blue two-story house only twelve minutes from their apartment. Getting out of the car, she saw the front door open to reveal a now obviously pregnant Vicki. At five months, her bump although still small stuck out from her previously flat stomach. As Sara closed the final steps separating them, Vicki reached out and hugged her. "It's good to see you again Sara."

Sara hugged her back and smiled. "You too."

As she walked inside she took in the house. Thinking an apartment wouldn't be the best for their new baby, they'd bought a new house and had just moved in about a month ago. Sara and Vicki had talked on the phone several times over the last few months but this was the first time they'd seen each other since New Year's.

Sara followed Vicki into the kitchen. "So? What do you think?"

"It's very nice. The question is do you like it?" Sara could see her friend was obviously very happy.

"We love it. It has four bedrooms so we have plenty of room." Vicki reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a large bowl. "I made salad's for us. I hope that's ok."

"It's fine." Sara assured her. Vicki grabbed some utensils and set the bowl on the table. "What else do we need?" Sara asked.

"The plates are in the cupboard on the right. I think I have everything else out already."
Sara brought the plates to the table and sat down. They began scooping salad onto their plates. "So how are the wedding plans?"

Sara finished her bite before she answered. "Good. I still haven't found a dress, but everything else seems to be falling into place. I have to pick up the invitations this afternoon, flowers are ordered, cake ordered, the guys are getting fitted for their suits as we speak, bridesmaids dresses bought, and deposit on honeymoon made. I don't think I've forgotten anything." She laughed.

Vicki laughed. "I remember all that. It seemed like the last three months both took forever and flew by all at the same time. There never seemed to be enough time for anything."

"Your can say that again." Sara said. "Although all of those things are done, I still have to send OUT the invitations, do a final check on the flowers the week before, confirm the final menu with Carol at the bed and breakfast, confirm and make the final payment on the honeymoon cabin and if that wasn't enough to do…I still have the dress dilemma."

"Well I might have a solution to your dress dilemma if your up for it."

Sara gave a little laugh. "I think at this point I'm up for just about anything."

With a huge grin on her face, Vicki got up and left the room leaving Sara wondering what was going on. Two minutes later she returned holding a business card, which she handed to Sara. "She's a friend of mine. She makes dresses and she's very good. Tell her I sent you and she'll fix you up."

Sara looked at the card and then at her friend. "Vicki I don't know. I mean the wedding is only two months away."

Vicki waved her doubts away. "It'll be fine. I've seen her make a dress in half that time. Just tell her what your looking for, what you want and she'll make it for you." When Sara just sat there in deep contemplation Vicki added, "Trust me."

After another moment, Sara stuck the card in her purse. "Thank you."

"Your welcome." Vicki smiled. "Now. Tell me about this honeymoon. Where will the new Mr. and Mrs. Scofield be going?"

"Maine."

"Ok not what I expected. May I ask why Maine?"

"Well…we had to stay in the states since Michael doesn't have a passport and we both wanted to go somewhere we've never been before. About a month ago, Michael was surfing the net and found a secluded cabin on the beach just outside of a small coastal town. We both loved it instantly so we called the next day to see if it was available."

"Well it has all the honeymoon requirements that's for sure. So are you leaving right after the wedding?"

"No." Sara said finishing off her salad. "He has one final meeting with his parole officer on Monday. We'll leave after that."

~

Sara had beat Michael home and was sitting on the couch when he came in the door just after four. She'd stopped and picked up the invitations on her way home. They'd wanted her to look them over in the store so she did. The moment she saw her name next to Michael's the tears had begun to fall. The poor sales clerk, not knowing how to react to his customer's waterworks, had placed a hand on her shoulder and asked if she was alright. She'd quickly closed the lid to the box and nodded.

The entire ride home she'd glanced at the box of invitations sitting in the seat next to her. As soon as she'd gotten inside the apartment she sat on the couch and reopened the box, taking out one of invitations. This time she'd didn't try to stop the tears as she ran her fingers over the raised lettering.

Sara Tancredi and Michael Scofield
Request the honor of your presence

That was as far as she got every time she started to read. They were really getting married. In two months she would no longer be Sara Tancredi. She would be Sara Scofield.

This was how he found her. She'd heard the door open but was so lost in her joy she didn't look up until he said her name.

When she raised her head, Michael saw her tears. Quickly making his way to her side, he sat next to her and saw what she was holding in her hand. Their wedding invitation. "Sara?" he asked again, reaching out for her hand. Finally turning her face to him, he realized she was smiling.

Adjusting her hand, she laced her fingers through his. They sat in silence for a long time before she put the invitation down and wiped at the tears. "In fifty six days I won't be Sara Tancredi anymore."

Michael was still a little confused and this didn't help. Was she sad about that? Happy? But he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to ask her to clarify it for him. Luckily he didn't have to. She turned to him, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I can't believe this is really happening Michael. I can't believe that in fifty six days I'm going to be your wife." The smile on her face was unmistakable. She was beaming.

Bringing their joined hands up to his lips, he placed a kiss on the finger that now wore his engagement ring and would in fifty six short days also bare a wedding band. "I'm so happy you are going to be my wife Sara."

"Me too." She whispered.

~

At five forty-five Lincoln left LJ and Jessica at the house watching TV while he went to pick up Sam telling them he'd be back in about a half hour. "Do you want something to drink LJ?" Jessica asked.

"No. I'm good."

"Ok." She said as she got up from the couch and made her way to the kitchen.

Head in the refrigerator, she didn't hear him come in so when he wrapped his arms around her waist she jumped. "Did I scare you?" he asked with a smile as he buried his face in her hair.

"A little." She reached again for the juice she'd been grabbing and then dropped when he'd startled her knowing full well the position was pressing her butt directly into him. The knowledge of what she was probably doing to him made her smile. Her roommate, without notice, had driven home last night for the weekend so she had every intention of inviting LJ to stay with her tonight. It had been so long for them, over a month. They had no privacy with her living in a dorm with a roommate and him with his father.

When she righted herself juice in hand, she continued to lean into him and felt him press against her. "What are you doing?" he said on a breath.

"Tonya's gone and won't be back until Sunday night." She said with an air of excitement.

Catching on to what she was implying, he brought his hands to her sides and adjusted the pressure to skirt up her sides causing her to begin giggling. "LJ!" she scolded as she began squirming.

"And just what are you suggesting?" he whispered against her neck sending another shiver down her spine.

Jessica turned her body and skirted away from him. Laying the juice on the counter, she quickly made her way out of the room laughing. LJ darted after her. After several twists and turns he cornered her in his bedroom. He was between her and the door. She had nowhere to go. Both of them were laughing and out of breath. She made a move to go around him and he caught her by the waist. Pulling her with him, he let his momentum take them down and fell onto his bed.

She lay over him with a huge smile on her face. With one hand on her hip, his other hand pulled her face down to his mouth. Kissing him back, their laughter quickly became something else entirely. Her hands slid to the hem of his shirt and found skin.

Their kisses became more urgent as their hands began to seek more. His hand moved up her back and unhooked her bra. Suddenly they heard the front door opening and breathlessly they broke apart. Jessica rolled off him, refastened her bra and fixed her shirt. LJ took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself before getting up. Reaching out his hand to Jessica they made their way back out into the living room, both disappointed their privacy had been yet again interrupted.

~

Michael and Sara had arrived at Lincoln's a little early. Seeing LJ's car in the driveway, they'd knocked but after several minutes and yet another hard pounding of the door there'd been no answer. Taking out his keys Michael had let them in. His eyes had quickly scanned to see if anything was out of place, if there was any sign of danger. He'd seen the TV on and had went into the kitchen to see if maybe LJ was busy and just hadn't heard them. With no luck there he was beginning to get worried and was just beginning to head for the hallway when LJ, with a slightly flustered Jessica appeared.

LJ stopped short after almost colliding with his uncle. "Uncle Mike."

"LJ." Michael looked them both up and down and when he came to Jessica's eyes she looked away. "Why didn't you…?"

Sara had seen the signs all too clearly the minute the young couple appeared in the hall. She'd had that slightly disheveled look herself more than once and Jessica was obviously not doing well under Michael's intense scrutiny. "Where's your dad LJ?" Sara asked as she slid up beside Michael and placed a hand on his arm silencing him.

LJ's attention shifted to Sara. "Uh…he went to pick up Sam."

"I see." Sara felt she needed to defuse the situation since she could still feel the tension in Michael. Turning her attention to Jessica. "Do you think you could help me for a minute. I want to get some thing from the car and I'd like to show you the invitations I picked up today."

"Yea sure." Jessica said rather shyly as she moved to follow Sara back outside.

Once the women left, LJ stared at his uncle. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know what. Not everyone is used to your intense stares Uncle Mike. Your making Jess feel uncomfortable."

"I'm making Jessica feel uncomfortable? Correct me if I'm wrong LJ, but I was just walking through this house in a near panic because you were too busy making out with your girlfriend to hear us knocking." Michael voice was on the edge of control.

LJ turned around and walked back to his room. Not wanting to blow like his dad, he needed to cool off but Michael wasn't having it. Following LJ into his bedroom he shut the door behind them.

LJ heard the door shut but kept his back to his uncle. Neither one said a word, both of them concentrating on slowing their breathing. It was Michael who spoke first. "I'm sorry LJ." He sighed. "It's just when I walked in and the TV was on, your car in the drive, and no one in the house…"

LJ sighed himself and turned to face his uncle. "It's ok. I understand. I'm sorry I made you worry. But please don't take this out on Jess. She has too much to worry about right now without feeling self conscious about this."

The side of Michael's mouth pulled at a smile. "Having a little trouble with privacy?"

"You have no idea."

Michael laughed this time. "Oh LJ. Yes I do."

~

Sara had put the invitations back into the car. Jessica was leaning against the side of the car with her eyes downcast. "Thank you." She whispered.

Almost not hearing the young woman, Sara paused a moment before she finished shutting the door. "Your welcome." Turning, she leaned back against the car beside Jessica. "Don't worry about Michael. He'd not upset with you. He just got worried when he came in the house and couldn't find anyone. My fiancé doesn't do well with surprises."

Jessica gave a little groan. "I didn't mean for it to go that far."

Sara gave a little chuckle. "And exactly how FAR were you meaning for it to go."

Jessica gave a weary smile. "I don't know. I just thought…" She sighed. "Oh never mind."

Sara reached out. "Jess if you need to talk to someone…I will listen you know."

"I know. And I appreciated it. It just feels a little weird talking to LJ's aunt about our…" Jessica just could not bring herself to finish that sentence.

Sara smiled at Jessica's obvious shyness. "Well I'm not his aunt quite yet. Try me."

At first she didn't think Jessica was going to answer. Then in a small voice she said. "We're never alone. Not really. Here there's always his dad. At the dorm, there's Tonya. And LJ refuses to do anything in the car. Says I'm worth more than that. Which is sweet, but…I just want to be with him and…" Finally she was gaining confidence but with it was also rising emotion. "And in less than a month I may be going back home with my parents for good."

Sara pulled the girl into her for a hug and Jessica clung back to her. "Shh. It will be ok."

Jessica pulled back and wiped at her tears. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be…"

"Don't apologize. You want to be with your man. I can relate."

Just then, Lincoln pulled into the driveway with Sam. Jessica groaned again. "Oh no."

Sara gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Why don't you go inside, get cleaned up and find LJ. I'll go greet Lincoln and his girlfriend." Jessica just nodded and left.

Sara watched Sam get out of the car. The woman wasn't what she'd been expecting. Where Lincoln was tall with broad shoulders; Sam was slender, of average height maybe five five with dark brown hair. As she came up to stand next to Lincoln, the height differences became clear as Sam only came up to just above his shoulder.

Lincoln put his arm around Sam's waist and guided her over to meet Sara. "Sam this is Sara, my brother's fiancé. Sara this is Sam."

"It's nice to meet you Sara. Lincoln's told me how you were able to hold your own surrounded by all these men."

Sara didn't know if Sam was talking about her time at Fox River or her time with Lincoln, LJ, and Michael. Either way it was enough to make her laugh. "Well thanks. It was touch and go though at times."

Sam laughed as well. "I can only imagine."

They moved inside and Sam met the rest of the group. Lincoln excused himself to order the pizza while everyone gathered in the living room. He'd decided to have the pizza delivered tonight rather than going to pick it up since he'd not wanted to leave Sam alone with his family on her first run.

When the pizza arrived everyone dug in with their usually gusto and Sam didn't hold back either. About half way though dinner Lincoln began to relax. Things were going well. Sam insisted on helping him clean up and when they were alone in the kitchen she slid up beside him, "So do you think I passed the test?" she said with a teasing smile.

Lincoln threw the paper towel he had in the trash and slid his arms around her waist. Her arms came up to circle his neck. "Mmmm." Was all he said has he bent to kiss her.

"Ahem."

Lincoln looked up to find his son. With a sigh, he let go of Sam.

Sam looked first at LJ, then at Lincoln, and then back at LJ. "Hum. I'll give you two a minute." She said excusing herself.

Lincoln grabbed the lone remaining pizza box and put it in the fridge while he waited for his son to say whatever was on his mind. LJ stepped into the room a little further. "I like her dad."

"That's good son. I like her too."

After a few more minutes of silence LJ added. "I packed an overnight bag. I'm staying over at Jess's tonight so if Sam…"

"LJ." Lincoln paused. "Son let me worry about my own sex life okay."

LJ blushed, turned around and left.

Scrabble had been the game of the night. Sam had provided quite a bit of competition for the usual dominate Michael, which made Lincoln smile. LJ and Jessica were the first to leave. Once ten o'clock rolled around, the two started eyeing the clock every few minutes. Finally Lincoln had had enough and told them to just get going.

LJ retrieved his bag from the bedroom, said their goodbyes and headed out. Michael and Sara stayed for another thirty minutes before saying their goodbyes as well, leaving Sam and Lincoln alone. Lincoln gathered up the game board and put it in the closet. Turning back to Sam he asked, "Want me to drive you home?"

Sam stood and walked over to stand in front of him, not touching. "Do you want to drive me home?"

"No." Lincoln said honestly.

Sam smiled. "Good." Closing the distance between them, she slid her arms around his neck. "Now. Where were we earlier before we were interrupted."

~

Unlocking her door, Jessica and LJ walked into the small room. Moving to turn the lamp on by her bed, Jessica reached for her bathroom supplies and headed down the hall. LJ reached into his bag and did the same. By the time he got back to the room, Jess was already there and the sight of her stopped him in his tracks. He hadn't been long in the bathroom, but somehow she'd managed not only to beat him back to the room but also to get herself into a silk nightgown he'd never seen before.

She was sitting in her twin bed, her hair brushing her bare shoulders. The gown she wore, of which he could only see the top half, was light pink. Thin straps led to triangles of fabric to cover her breast and smooth silk covered her until it disappeared underneath the blanket. She was watching him watching her. It wasn't until his eyes met hers again that he moved from his place leaning against the now closed door.

He stood beside the bed and looked down at her. She looked up at him. When she reached up, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Without saying a word, she reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Her hands reached for the snap of his jeans and he stopped her.

LJ leaned in and kissed her before standing up and removing his jeans himself. Walking to the door, he locked it and turned off the main light leaving only the bedside lamp to illuminate the room. Jessica moved over as LJ approached the bed again and he slid in next to her, turning on his side so they were lying face to face.

Jessica was the first to reach out placing her hand on his chest. Sliding closer she held his eyes for a moment bring her lips to kiss him. His hand found her waist and pulled her closer. His fingers slid on the silk and he could feel her skin underneath his hand.

The kiss became more intense and Jessica held onto him, almost frantic. After a few minutes LJ pulled back trying to slow things down. She leaned back in and he held her back. "Jess?" he questioned.

She was breathless herself. "What? What's wrong?"

His body was not helping him at the moment. Closing his eyes he tried for a deep breath but didn't quite get one. When Jess leaned in again, he pulled back enough to put space between them. He saw the hurt look in her eyes. Reaching out, he brushed the hair away from her face. "Jess what's wrong? Why are you pushing?"

"I'm not."

"Jess." He said quietly.

Instead of answering Jessica rolled over, turning her back to him. He gave her a minute and then moved to spoon her, chin resting on her shoulder. "Do you want me to leave?" She shook her head no. Sighing he placed a kiss on her shoulder. "So what's wrong? This isn't you."

She sighed. "I'm sorry LJ. I didn't mean to be…" she didn't finish. "I just want this. You and me. And I'm so afraid right now. Afraid mom and dad will come and take me away from you, from us." She finally turned back to face him, tears in her eyes.

LJ leaned down and kissed her softly. "Jessica I'm not going anywhere." She started to say something but he stopped her. "Even if your parents decide not to let you come back that doesn't mean it will change the way I feel about you."

Jessica closed her eyes tight trying to stop the tears as her next words were ripped from her throat. "Yes it does. You'll move on, find someone else."

Turning her completely to face him, he wrapped both of his arms around her. "Jessica no one knows the future but I can tell you this. I've never felt this way about anyone before and I'm not giving up on us that easily, even if you're a thousand miles away. Okay?"

"Okay." She whispered and rested her head on his chest. LJ's thumbs were massaging her back as he held her. They lay in silence for several long minutes before she raised her head. "LJ?"

"Yes?"

Jessica brought her lips up to his and softly kissed him. "Make love to me." She whispered.

LJ's lips found hers and began a soft, slow seduction. Rolling them over, he was posed above her. His lips left hers and made a path to her ear. "I love you Jessica Rice." He whispered as he began a gentle assault on that part of her body.

Those were the last words either spoke as they enjoyed what they knew would be their last night together for a long time to come.

Chapter End Notes:

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