Lincoln laughed, bringing her close to him, pulling her into a hug and a kiss, before smiling. "No, you get to sit on these, lean mean thighs." He wiggled his eyebrows joking around, taking her hand.

"Good," she inhaled letting him go walking back to the car, she glanced to Michael, "you drive," she watched him getting out the car, he looked at her getting into the driver seat, "I really hope this is over with today..."

David watching Lincoln getting into the front passenger seat, and Olivia sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, and all David could think about was what Layla was doing about now.

Holding Olivia close to him, Lincoln felt the car driving on the road, hearing T-Bag in the back seat; "You know, in uh, in Thailand, they got a black market where you can get any kind of surgery you need, even a hand transplant." He looked at his poor hand.
"You're sick." Lincoln stated the obvious.
"Keep going there. The turnoff's just up here somewhere." He nodded.

"Before or after Sheep Road?" Olivia asked, the fact every time she looked at him, she see his hand, remember the moment like watching a movie, John, the axe, the scream and the blood, her body tensing with it in her mind.

"What's the matter, Theodore? Did you forget?" Michael sounding sarcastic while driving the car, he kept focused on the road.

T-Bag hissed, "How could I forget a road called Sheep? It's after. Don't you feel all warm inside now that we're working together?" He smirked, seeing David he winked at him.
"We aren't working together. You're just here to lend a hand." Lincoln put a lot of power into the word 'hand.'
"Wait, wait, wait. Slow down. That was it. That little bitty road right back there!" T-Bag said quickly.

"What about me?" David asked while feeling left out in all of this.

Olivia looked over David, "well, you can sing Ice, Ice baby..." she gave him cute eyes looking into the back seat.

"That ain't funny..." he replied feeling completely useless.

Michael inhaled, "How far is it from here?" he asked ignoring Olivia.

"A quarter mile, if I remember the scale properly." T-Bag nodded, feeling pretty good about that.
"Let's start walking." Lincoln said, his arms unlacing themselves from around Olivia's waist.

Olivia looked to David, "Just stay here," getting out of the car, "watch the car," she nodded stretching her legs out.

Michael was getting out also walking beside Olivia before back to T-Bag. "Where now?" he asked keeping himself calm. Money, they needed it, that was the whole point.

"Right up there. The hill borders the property. The K.K is on the other side." T-Bag nodded.
"First thing I'm gonna do with the money: buy new shoes." Lincoln said while walking, out reaching his hand for Olivia.

Michael watching Olivia and Lincoln, "Second thing: Tacos." he kept beside Olivia making her the middle.

Her eyes snapping to him, "Food or Vagina?" she asked feeling Lincoln's hand holding onto hers, but kept her attention on Michael.

"Food..." he quickly replied, "Why is it sex with you...?"

Olivia shrugged, "Sex, it rules the world you know, plus not like any of us is getting any, three: a bra..."

"A bra." Lincoln said before laughing, "That, makes complete sense from a logical stand point, 'Livia, nice." He laughed "Forth thing: ice cold beer... " He glanced toward his brother.

"Fifth thing: a little toothpaste." Michael felt his mouth was horrible. He kept walking knowing that T-Bag was right behind them.

Olivia nodded, "Yeah, I miss clean teeth," she ran her tongue over her top lip thinking, "Sixth thing: full body massage..." she closed her eyes for a second imagining it.

Listening to them talking, keeping forward. T-Bag stepped in a muddy puddle. "Ugh!" He snapped. "Dang." He pulled his foot out of the puddle.

Olivia ignoring T-Bag kept thinking, Michael smiled, "Seventh thing: shave," he touched his face lightly, it had been a while, and wasn't blessed like Lincoln to grow facial hair evenly.

Olivia laughed, "Second that, but then I'd wax, lets stubbly..." she kept walking in sync with Lincoln.

Michael feeling himself smile, "right, Livia, don't talk about waxing, cos I think..."

"Michael Scofield, I was talking about my legs..." she waved a finger, "Dirty boy, thing eight: porn for you..."

"Ninth thing: A nice shower..." Michael chuckling to Olivia's face, "now who has the dirty mind..."

A car pulled up outside the residence of Alexander Mahone's silently. The Driver picking up his cell phone, dialling the Special Agent's number, and listening to it ring.

Alex walked over to the bird bath, he glanced over his reflection rippling in the water, his hand going for his cell phone, he flipped it open, "Mahone..." he replied, funny, someone phoning his cell phone, they should only assume the owner would answer, but the Alex worked with brain dead morons half the time anyway.

"Agent Mahone, your car's out front, sir. The flight to Utah leaves in an hour." a voice said to him, he inhaled kept focused on the ripples, the breeze was light, and he swallowed hard.

"I'll be there. Thank you." He hung the phone up; kept facing forward, "Is it me, or you are addicted to shadows..." he spun around quickly seeing Nikole in the shaded area of his back porch.

She smiled, "You're just paranoid." Her eyes were skimming over to the bird bath behind him. "Ouu, nice Bird Bath, Alex! I didn't know you had such a taste in yard-accessories." She stepped out of the shadows, walking across the grass - which in heels was pretty impressive or at least she thought.

"Well the cars here," Alex ignored her comment, he kept watching her while she made her way over here, "If my hunch is right, we've got all the escape cons in one place." he exhaled finding his sunglasses putting them on.

Brushing a hand into her hair, putting some of it behind her ear, Nikole scanned over him, before looking back to the bird bath. "You know... You've got a nice backyard; it would look so much better with a pool... You could dig up the yard yourself." She smiled at him. Darkness was around the edges of her blue eyes. Ignoring pretty much what he said.

Alex focused on her through the dark tint of the aviators, he kept still, "I don't swim, so a pool would be pointless." he then started to head for the front of the house, "Plane takes off in an hour, so are you ready or what?" he snapped feeling sick of her games.

Walking behind him now, "Nope." Her words simple, "I'm not, because I'm not coming with you. I'm sure you're completely devastated by this news."

"Yeah, my heart just bleeds Nikki with the thought of you not being there," he started, "seriously, you can see it, but inside a piece of me just died." he carried on walking away from her, "but trust me, I am hoping this is the last we see of each other, as of today, they're all dead."

"Oh, Ally; it's okay, I'll miss you too. Send me a post-card from Utah." She nodded, sarcasm strong in those words before taking her own car keys out of her pocket. "But no, seriously, for your sake, I really hope they are all dead soon, some people are getting, should we say... Impatient." Her eyes narrowed. "Now, excuse me, I have a wedding dress to buy."

"Look, stakes marking the property line." Lincoln pointed out the obvious, walking ahead of T-Bag still.
"Should be dead ahead. Can you see the silo?" T-Bag wondered, holding his stitched hand close to his chest.

Olivia let go of Lincoln hand rushing to a halt, "Whoa!" she looked to Michael, "you're not going to like it..."

Michael rushed to catch up with Olivia, he looked to the property development, "What the..." he ran his hands over his head.

"I said you wasn't going to like it," Olivia looked down to the small suburban area, she bit her thumb nail, "They built right over..."

Michael kept still, "The money," he inhaled, "It's gone..."

"The bastards... Built over it." T-Bag made it to the top finally after everyone else. "Thank you Captain Obvious." Lincoln glared.

"I really wanted that bra..." her hands going to her chest, "I feel like a stripped in Nika's bra..." she glanced down herself, "plus it's too small..." she kept looking to her chest.

Michael glanced, then snapped his attention away, "well, we need a plan," he inhaled, "Lets go back to the car..." he started to walk back feeling helpless.

"Ranch is gone, Michael." Lincoln sat passenger again, holding Olivia on his lap, arms around her waist, as he looked over his little brother driving. He glanced in the back seat seeing David and T-Bag.

Olivia kept holding onto Lincoln, she was getting hot and bothered; she kept looking to the road they were driving on, the suburban street, the place all girls dream to live when having a family. "I wish I had a white picket fence and green grass..."

"Well, the five million might not be." Michael ignored Olivia while looking around the street, he felt weird.

"And you're gonna find it, how? What, you got a divining rod tattooed on your ass?" T-Bag sniped darkly at Michael.
"I don't wanna hear anything out of your mouth other than what your photographic memory spits out regarding that map!" Lincoln turned to glare at the Southern man.
"You watch your tone with me, boy." He hissed in a warning.

"I will watch you get tossed to the side of the road to fend for yourself, boy. Because if you can't remember where that silo was, you're worthless to us." Michael kept the tense angry voice, and Olivia felt uncomfortable with all the yelling.

"So, David," she looked to the teenage boy, "I love your tattoo..." she kept looking him over while he was trying to keep out of the yelling.

He inhaled, "Tattoo..." he touched his arm, "yeah, you got any?"

"No, never got around to body modifications being in prison since I was nineteen..." she nodded her head.

"The ranch was at the centre of a box... Sheep Road on one side, Kokosing Road perpendicular." T-Bag nodded, using his big words to confuse the dust inside Lincoln's head. "In the centre of the property was the ranch house...and the ranch house was surrounded by trees." He kept talking.

"Every tree here is a year old at most." he kept glancing around, "Except those." Michael finished off, he turned to Olivia, "you still remember everything in school?" he asked her.

"Michael, I still remember mine, and your locker combinations..." she laughed, her eyes looking to the trees. "They all look a good fifty over years old." she pointed out.

"Where's the silo?" Lincoln asked in general, feeling he was missing a very important piece of key information.
"Inside the trees..." T-Bag whispered.
"I wanna say on the left, but that may have been a barn. I remembered the best I could, gents, but I didn't know this place would now be smothered in tract homes. So, you know, I'm sorry that I'm not Rain Man over here." He remembered that movie.

Michael kept driving stopping near the tree, Olivia kept looking, "Michael, you know we're gonna be spotted..." she said while watching him looking over the trees.

"Well, I," he snapped his attention to her face, "What?"

Olivia rolled the palms of her hands over her thighs, "I already know where the Silo was."

Michael inhaled, "How do you know?" he kept watching her eyes.

David leaning forward to hear, he wasn't quiet sure what was going on, but grateful he wasn't in a boot.

Olivia glanced to the trees, "There." she pointed.

"And you know this because?" David asked feeling lost.

Michael broke into a smile, "You see those two trees? They're shorter than the rest. They were all planted at the same time, but those two didn't get as much sunlight."

"Something was in their way." Lincoln clued in to what Olivia was saying as he unlaced his arms from around her waist. "The silo. Our money should be right there, under that garage." He was staring at it.
"You better be right, boy." T-Bag called at Lincoln.

Michael ignoring T-Bag like always, he watched Olivia and Lincoln, "This isn't a high-end subdivision. They slapped this place up overnight. The silo's foundations might still be there. To save money, they probably just laid the concrete for the garage floor right on top of it. We'll dig straight down. If we hit the foundation, we stay. If not, we go."

"And get ice cream!" Olivia smiled while feeling a complete dork.

Michael rolled his eyes, "So, lets go," he started, and looked to Olivia's face, "what?"

"Erm, I don't think blondes her natural colour..." Olivia pointed out the woman walking out of the house to collect the morning paper.

"Oh man." Lincoln exhaled seeing the woman, and he made a face.

"Ain't no problem that a screwdriver to her temple won't fix." T-Bag grinned to himself, before seeing everyone glaring at him.
" People die all the time, boys. Five million dollars comes once in a lifetime." He tagged on. He'd been calling Olivia one of the boys for a long time now.

For a second Olivia turned around, "Okay, no one is going to be killed." she held a finger, "And two, you stink, I hate you, and if anyone is getting a screwdriver to the temple is you!" she pointed in his face with a glare in her eyes, "so shut the fuck up!"

Lincoln nodded. "Like the lady says, so shut up." Lincoln looked to T-Bag who sunk deeper into the back seat. "I've got an idea." Lincoln looked to Michael, "But we're going to need some supplies." He pointed out.

"I can get stuff," David kept looking from Olivia to Lincoln, "I mean, I can get it all quick," he wanted to prove himself to these guys, "But I want my cut..." he kept his voice serious.

"Well, we'll talk. Once you prove we can trust you." Michael kept looking to the boy, but feeling himself driving some place secluded, getting out of the car.

Olivia using this change to stretch her legs out again, "So what do you want David to do?"

Michael looked from Olivia to David, "I want you to go back to that garden center and get everything on this list. And gas up the car." he took some money, "And we'll meet you right back here in an hour." he kept his tone serious.

Olivia smiled feeling like things were getting better, "And, also, if you can, get some gum..." she nodded.

David breathed into his hand, "What?"

"No for you," Olivia watched where T-Bag was, "If I have to spend any longer with him, I don't want his dog breathe..."

"And David...Don't screw this up." Michael added over Olivia.

David brushed his hand under his nose, going to the driver side of the car, "This ain't Fox River no more, man. You're lookin' at the real deal now. But I want my cut." his eyes going to Olivia, his smiled a little, "Gum, I'll see you in an hour..." he got into the car driving off.

"I like him," Olivia said with her hands into her pockets.

"No." Lincoln said before they walked toward an electricity box, popping it open, it hummed with the voltage inside of it.
"I think, our Sink is feeling nervous miss Olivia might run off with the Milk-Chicken." T-Bag pointed out and Lincoln hissed at him. But his eyes focused on the box, his short hair was standing on edge from the static.

Olivia glared to T-Bag, "He's twelve years younger than me," she stated, "I mean, I was in prison when he was just getting out of dippers..." she felt herself shiver.

Michael glanced over to Lincoln, "Where'd you learn about electricity?" he kept watching his brother, going to Olivia watching out, and finally T-Bag ogling the woman in her yard.

Lincoln half smiled to himself, "I used to steal Copper wiring from Transformer boxes." He pulled something, "Then I'd sell them on the docks, make a few bucks." He looked over his baby brother, "You were in school, of course." He pointed out.
T-Bag looked from the woman in the house, to Michael staring at him. "I was just lookin', Pretty. What's that old chestnut? I can look at the menu, doesn't mean I'm gonna eat." He nodded.

"And some how, in your case," Olivia inhaled, "I am finding it so hard to believe..." her eyes kept on his, she didn't like that they were really working with him, again!

Michael kept looking to T-Bag also, "We get in, we get the money, we get out. That's it." he then turned to Lincoln hoping this plan would work.

"No, absolutely." T-Bag glared from Olivia to Michael, his eyes unglaring. "Of course." He said again.
"And." Lincoln pulled at something else, "We are ... Good." He smiled, looking over the box before watching the lawn sprinklers stopping their jobs and sliding back into the ground. "Now it's just up to the kid." He looked to the three of them.

Olivia glanced over Lincoln, "He'll pull through," her voice light while holding her arms around herself, she felt nervous about everything.

Amber was touching material of a bridesmaid dress, "Darlin' you're gonna have to come outta of there soon..." her southern twang sharp, she didn't really like the big cities, but she wanted to see her baby girl in a wedding dress, she kept looking to the dressing room, "come on baby girl, momma's camera is waiting." she kept smiling brightly.

Nikole was standing inside the dressing room of the Wedding Bridal shop, standing at herself in one of the six mirrors, listening to her mother, who was right; she couldn't hide away inside the changing rooms. "Comin' Momma." Nikole turned around in the dress, unlocking and stepping out into a viewing area.

For a second Amber held a hand to her chest, "Oh if your papa could see you right now," Amber brushed a hand under her eyes, her little girl was all grown up, the simple white dress flattered her figure, the strapless dress, corseted to fit snug against her chest, it hugged her waist, the long train, slipping over her hips, she looked like a princess. "Are you really going to get to the end of the alter this time?"

Rolling her eyes, "Yes, I will get to the end of the Alter this time, momma don't worry." Nikole smiled, her fingers brushing down the dress. "And so will Kevin." She smiled thinking about her fiancée, how so soon; she was going to be, Misses Nikole Scarlatti.

"Well," Amber held the camera up snapping a picture, "I was talking to Misses Robinson," she pointed, "you remember her, lived by Polly's diner," her voice kept twanging, her eyes scanning over her daughter, "She said, you better start being careful with getting pregnant now, lots of things can go wrong," she laughed, "I said not my Nikki, she's gonna give me a grandchild," her head nodding, "I want at least two, I am the only member of my book club without gran'kids."

Nikole exhaled sharply, looking over her mother who she loved so dearly, but sometimes was glad they lived so far away. "Momma, Kevin and I aren't worried about kids right now... " But seeing the look in her mothers eyes, she paused, "Yeah, two... Two babies." She nodded after a minute.

"I'm just sayin' at your age," Amber spoke swiftly, "Everything starts slowing down," her head nodded, "I'm just helping you dear." she placed her camera back into her bag walking over to her daughter, she brushed her hands down the dress, "But you look lovely," she kissed her cheek before hugging her daughter close, "I'm so proud you're not going to be living in sin any longer than you already have..."

"Oh yes Momma, do you think... God will ever forgive me?" Nikole whispered hugging her mother back lightly. Trying not to sound sarcastic about it.

Checking his invisible watch, Lincoln looked annoyed as they all stood by the electricity box. "Where the hell is the kid?" He was pissed this was taking so long.
"Maybe he ran off with the car." T-Bag suggested.

Olivia kept looking to Lincoln, "Have a little faith," she was standing in front of him, holding herself close to his chest.

Michael watching the car come back, it stopped, and David got out walking to Michael. "Do you get everything?" Michael asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I got it." David replied going to the truck, he wiped sweat from his forehead, his eyes shifting.

Olivia stepped away from Lincoln, "David, what's wrong?"

David looked into her eyes, passing her the gum, "Nothin', it's cool, I handled it..."

Lincoln grabbed him around the collar of his shirt, hissing. "What? What did you handle?" He snapped darkness was around his eyes.

Olivia jumped in the way taking Lincoln's hands off of David, "Baby, baby," Olivia spoke softly, "Count to ten," she tried to calm him down, her hands touching his face, "please..." she lightly brushed a kiss on his lips, turning to face David, "What happened?"

"Check it. This fool came in the shop. He was acting all shady, he got a bad vibe...so he picked up his cellie phone, he started making calls, so I popped him."

Olivia's eyes got big, "You what!" her voice squeaked the, what part.

David inhaled, "I hit him with the shovel, man! I didn't know what else to do! So I just...OI tied him up and put him in the back room with that other country hick." he kept looking nervous.

"Here we go. Here we go." T-Bag snapped looking at David with an annoyance on his face.
Lincoln taking in a long breath, "Who was he calling?" He tried to keep his head level, trying being the keyword.

"The sheriff. Man, I...man, I don't know, dude. It just set off so quick!" David felt his eyes stuck on Olivia, she was looking pale white.

Michael looking to David seriously, "Did the call go through?" he kept still watching the boy shifting.

"Yes... No, I don't know." David felt panic wash over him; he could see Olivia pacing now, her hands going into her short hair. "Yo, but I got the gear..."

Lincoln pushed David back, away from the trunk. "We gotta move on this now." He looked from Michael to Olivia.
"Put these on." He handed a pair of overalls and a cap to Olivia. "So we're playin' dress up, huh? I was hoping for more naughty school girl..." T-Bag whispered but took the overalls from Lincoln who was glaring.

Olivia kept looking to T-Bag, "Are you serious," she then glanced to Michael, "I..." she inhaled, "I am going to dress over there." she pointed away from the group walking away.

Michael watched Olivia rushing off, her face deep pink, "Well, I think it's best I do all the talking." he kept looking to T-Bag now, "you, don't talk to her," he pointed, "don't even look at her."

David took his own overalls; he kept feeling like he was failing at everything.

When Jeanette opened her front door, she didn't except to see a man dressed in work clothes standing there.
"Yes?" She asked him, staring, Lincoln, T-Bag, Olivia and David all off to the side of the house.

Olivia standing in the garage, her hair pulled into the cap, the overalls made for a man, so she had no curves, her eyes hidden under the cap, she didn't talk, just kept looking around.

Michael smiled to Jeanette, "Jeanette, the noise might be substantial. You might wanna take in that tennis game after all." he wanted to keep his charm, that was all he had, plus his boyish good looks, that said you can trust me.

"Oh, no, it's too hot for that now. Plus, I gotta keep an eye on y'all and make sure you don't steal anything." She said seriously. Before Lincoln came in via the door that led back into the house. " Ma'am." He said with a nod.
Jeanette looked flirtingly at him. "How are yoouuu?" She almost giggled.
"Good." Lincoln smiled, charmingly before disappearing.

Olivia kept looking to the door where that woman was, she didn't like her, everything about her screamed fake. "How are you?" Olivia mocked the woman's voice before taking the cap off, "good..." she grunted walking to a corner.

"All right, where's Tweener?" Michael asked while looking around.

Olivia's eyes on Michael's, "He's name is David!" her voice stiff, "and he's plugging the extension cable in next door."

Michael nodded, "We're gonna have to cut up the cement." he looked as David rushed into the room.

"Yo, we gots company!" he stepped inside; behind him was C-Note and Sucre.

C-Note looking around, "What's up, Snowflake?" his voice smooth, calm, looking around the room.

"Well, as always, your timing is flawless." Michael said, his tone was dry.

C-note laughed, "I don't follow."

"Well, let me try to explain it to you. We're trying to run something here, and we can't have people walking in off the street." Michael kept his tone dark, wanted to really smack someone.

"Oh, oh, okay, so you want us to leave and then you can just mail us the check?" C-Note was looking around, making himself heard.

Michael's attention going from C-Note to Sucre, "Sucre, I know you trust me. And you know I'll cut you in on that money. But the two of you being here right now jeopardizes everything."

"I'm not going nowhere. I want my share of the money." Fernando said darkly about it.
"Wait a minute, hold on, man. Ain't we did this dance before? You know, I say I want in, you say no. Then I threaten to tell somebody about what's going on here. And then you decide to play nice and then we're one big happy family. Why don't we just stop wasting time, all right?" C-Note looked down at Michael, darker then Fernando's voice was.
Lincoln was looking over Olivia. "Relax, she isn't my type" He snickered.

Olivia blinked looking to Lincoln, "I'm not jealous," she kept looking to him while trying to ignore herself screaming that she was.

Michael kept looking from Fernando to Sucre; "If this blows, we're all going to be in trouble." he kept looking to everyone, but inhaled rubbing his temple.

"Damn, man, you still alive?" C-Note stared darkly at T-Bag.
"And kickin' Homeboy." He hit his good hands fist against his chest, like a black person would to another black person.
"How'd you find us?" Lincoln looked away from Olivia to C-Note.
"Man, if I can do rapid deployment of satellite communications, for Uncle Sam all over the world..." C-Note nodded.
There was a knock at the door. Jeanette entered, "How are you guys doing..." She trailed off seeing others. "Who are you? Who are they?"

Michael pulled the charm again, "I, uh...I had to call my supervisor. He sent them right over. This job is a top priority. They want to get this done as quickly and as efficiently as possible." he smiled with a nod to Jeanette.

Olivia standing behind Jeanette giving the woman a dirty look, she just wanted to come here, so she can keep checking Lincoln out, she was eye humping him like a dirty whore.

Michael gave a semi glare, "Well, Jeanette...like I said, there's a lot of work to do and it's gonna be noisy." he smiled ignoring the dirty looks.

"Jeanette, do you have a restroom I can use?" Olivia kept trying to look simple and polite.

Jeanette nodded, "Oh yes, just upstairs, first door on the left." She looked from the other woman to Lincoln again, smiling to herself. "Oh! Drinks, I forgot to offer." She smiled.
"We're fine." Lincoln said, his ball cap pulled down over his face, Turning around with a little wave and leaving the garage again.

"Yo, man, this is not good. We got her up in our grill checkin' in on us all the time..." David kept looking to Michael as Olivia walked out of the garage.

Olivia now walking through the kitchen, she looked over the woman, her walking around wearing skimpy skirt, tight top. "Nice home," she got to the stairs, she looked to the bathroom before locking the door, she inhaled while looking around the bathroom, so tidy, now inhaling.

"The boy is right. And since I can't dig, I'll volunteer to keep her occupied." T-Bag smirked to himself, heading toward the door but seeing Lincoln blocking it now.
"You don't touch her." He warned, darkly. Untrusting of T-Bag.
"Who are you, Sister Mary Francis? I know how to play nice." He put on a charming smile.
"We'll be watching." He let T-Bag go, before turning on a drill.

Olivia walked back into the garage, her eyes going from Sucre to Michael, C-Note and finally on David, "where's Lincoln?" she said looking worried.

"He's getting some air," Michael pointed out, he then looked to cement.

Olivia nodded sitting down, C-Note looked up giving her a dirty look, "Princess, don't think you're sitting there doing nothing!" his voice a growl.

"Yeah, see you all get a boner over money, but I don't give a shit..." she then glanced over her fingernails, and relaxed.

Fernando was working on the hole, exhaling. "I feel like I've done a lot more digging in the past several months then in my whole life!" He was snappy, pissed, at everything.

"I gotta get some water or somethin'." David kept looking around.

Michael glared, "Hose at the side of the house," he kept his tone dry, he then turned to Olivia still looking over the scene. David walked out of the garage.

"Nando," Olivia kept her tone carefully, she got up quickly before wrapping her arms around him hugging on tight, "I'm so sorry..." she whispered before kissing his cheek.

Michael glanced over them, seeing it was only the three of them, "Down the road, if you're in trouble, . It's what we can all use to communicate. Post a note on the message board."

"What was it?" Fernando looked over at Michael, while hugging Olivia had softly, sighing sadly.
As Lincoln re-entered the garage, his hands were rubbing over his head.

"." Michael repeated to Sucre, as C-Note walked into the garage again.

He kept looking from Michael to Sucre, "That's a bird right?" he didn't like feeling left out of things.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "you know, ear wigging is so rude," she folded her arms.

"Why are you here anyway!" he pointed, "I mean, if you don't want the money, why?" his face serious.

Olivia shrugged, "I thought I'd tag along, being I have no one else in the world, well no one expect Linc, Michael and my daughter."

Fernando switched out of the hole with Lincoln who started digging quickly.
Fernando exhaling, leaning against the wall, he looked from Michael to Olivia and to Lincoln who stopped digging. "I got something." He was looking at his brother.

"It's the silo's foundation." Michael said to him while looking to everyone with a smile, "Thank you, Charles." he whispered to himself, "We just need to find the edge and dig underneath it. We'll get the money, hit the back roads..."

"Uh, well..." David started quickly.

Olivia pinched her nose, "David you're killing me here!"

"We gots to stop in Tooele first and gas up our ride." David pointed out quickly.

Michael rolled his eyes, "I thought I told you to do that!"

"Man, when the garden center thing happened, I just forgot, a'ight?" David kept panicking.

"I want you to go back into town. I want you to gas up that car. Because I am not driving around with millions of dollars in the trunk. Do you understand?" Michael kept his voice the controlled calm.

"Why do I have to do it!" David stomped his foot down feeling pissed off.

Olivia got up quickly, "Fine, gimme the keys, I'll do it." she held her hand out to David, he passed the keys over to Olivia who started to head for the door.

"No!" Lincoln said sharply, glaring at David stopping Olivia leaving the garage, he got out of the hole. Walking over he took the keys from her hand, kissing her cheek. "Gotta keep you safe." He whispered. Turning to David with a glare. "Go." He held the keys out. His eyes narrowed like he'd snap him in two.

David took the keys, "Yeah, I see the pecking order..." he turned away walking out of the garage, and Olivia exhaled.

She glanced to Lincoln, "you really that scared for?" her hands touching his chest, her eyes kept fixed on his feeling herself blush lightly.

Michael jumped to his feet, "I'd better check in on our friend." he talked about the woman; he opened the door hearing giggles of Jeanette.

"Anything could happen, 'Livia I'm not willing to risk you for anything." Lincoln's voice was low, not wanting the others to see the mushy side of him as his hand took hers.

A while passed, and Olivia was again sitting on her own looking over the work.

C-Note throwing a shovel down, "Hey, man, one hand or not, I think hillbilly needs to be up in here digging. What you think?" he kept his eyes on Michael. Michael got to his feet, "Good man..." he watch Michael leave the garage.

Olivia exhaled, "you know, I just don't get you Ben," her voice cool, "you kept trying to transcend the racial stereotype..." her eyes looked him over, "but you know what, you're just a giant ass..." she got up following Michael, she see the broken glass. "Oh my god!" Olivia seeing T-Bag with an ice pick to Jeanette's throat, Michael looking like a deer in the head lights.

"She's our only way out of this, Pretty." He looked to Jeanette his voice dark, "Don't say a word, you old whore, or I'm gonna cut your throat out." His was honest holding the Ice Pick.

"She's coming up." Michael said looking to Olivia staring to T-bag holding a woman close to him, the ice pick inches from her juggler vein.

Her legs felt light, "Michael..." her eyes kept looking to his trying to figure out what was going on. "What's going on?" she asked trying to get an idea in her head.

"Livia..." Michael took her hand pulling her close to him, "She's coming up here. Stay there, stay there." he kept his attention to T-Bag, his hands holding Olivia close to him.

"Mom, are you home?" a female voice was coming from the stairs.

Olivia felt Michael moving, away from her, "Stay here. Stay quiet." he touched her face lightly.

Downstairs, Lincoln, Fernando and C-Note were pressed against the wall, not even dare breathing, hiding away from the Police Officer.
T-Bag pressing the ice pick into Jeanette's throat, Jeanette let out a loud scream.

Michael see the gun pointed to his face, and then to T-Bag. "Back away and put your hands up!" her voice serious.

Olivia kept by the window, but she felt her stomach sinking.

Michael kept in front of Olivia, "Just go easy!" he kept speaking quickly.

"Go nothing! She ain't the one carrying the cards here." T-Bag snorted, the ice pick harder against Jeanette's wind pipe and she became frozen, looking at her Daughter.
"I put my hand up, I'm gonna take her jugular with it." He hissed at Ann still holding her gun at them.
Fernando came up behind her, silently trying to over-take her.

"I don't want anyone to do anything stupid, okay?" Ann quickly brought her elbow up, it collide with his nose, pointing the gun to his face, "Don't move!"

Olivia felt her stomach turning; she dropped to her knees throwing up quickly feeling light headed.

When Fernando went back into the wall, holding his nose in pain. Lincoln pushed him aside, coming up, his arms around Ann in a second, his hands on the gun, twisting it in a way it slipped from her grip and he became the guns owner. "Let's be civil. Stop, relax. Here you go." He looked between everyone.
"Mami, all right?" Fernando got beside Olivia, rubbing her back with this free hand.

Olivia looked up to Fernando's face, feeling his hand rubbing her back, her head shook, "I can't," she got to her feet, she held onto Sucre hiding her face from the scene.

Michael kept looking, "We need a plan," he focused to everyone, "any suggestions?"

Fernando held Olivia close to him, seeing Lincoln busy with a gun in his hands. "Mami and I are gonna get some air, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer, walking out of the room with her.
Lincoln exhaling. "We tie them up..." He nodded.

"Oh yes, Sink, VERY high profile..." T-Bag was still standing in the centre of the room it seemed.

Olivia took in the air of the back yard, but she kept inhaling and exhaling. "I don't think I can take that..." she glanced to Fernando, "I'm," she shook it off, "I'll assume Mariecruz didn't turn out well..." she touched his face, "I really am sorry..."

"Oh Mami, you have... No idea." Fernando let out a long sigh; he hadn't wanted to talk about it.
But it seemed with Olivia, he could talk about it. "I mean, I know I'm not a great guy! But... " He shook his head, rubbing his wrist. Looking around the backyard.

Olivia kept looking to Fernando, she kept touching his arm, she pulled him into a hug, her eyes closed, "I know what a girl fears." she looked to Fernando, "If you was the guy who knocked me up in High school..." she laughed, "I doubt I'd be here right now..." she kept looking to his eyes, "You are a good man, I can see it in your eyes."

Hugging her back, tightly, he inhaled a long breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth, "Sometimes, I don't think I am, Mami." He muttered, staring over her. "If I got you knocked up in High school, I'd have us a nice house, with a good job... " He kept thinking back to Mariecruz and his baby, his baby would grow up, unknowing he was his Father.

"See," she pointed to his face, "You are bigger than any guy I've known," she paused, "well aside from Linc and Mike." she laughed, "I mean, Ryan, he married me, and it was for all the wrong reasons, but you want to do it for the right ones," she tapped his arms, "Don't ever lose that quality about yourself," she glanced to the house, "I'm going to face up to my fears." she walked over to the house walking into the kitchen seeing the two woman tied up.

"This is stupid, man. We cannot do this!" C-Note looked around the kitchen.
"The hats over the wall now!" T-Bag pulled a set of blinds closed. Seeing Olivia and Fernando walking back into the house.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" C-Note glared at the Trailer Trash.
"I mean, we committed. It's time to go get the hat. We don't have a choice." His voice serious.
"Yeah we do." He looked over to Michael. "We can walk right up out of here right now, man."
"And then what? We are already in the house. Those women are bound. We have already committed this crime. We leave, it ain't gonna change any of that." T-bag hissed.

Michael walked over to Lincoln, his eyes watching Olivia joining them, "Why couldn't there just be a silo in the middle of a field with no one around?" he kept his voice low, but he felt Olivia's hand touching him.

"We'll figure it out and get the money another way." she kept looking into his eyes.

Michael snorted, "Yeah, maybe I can rob another bank. You know what Charles once said to me? He said, "There's no such thing as an ex-con". Because I used to think there was a way we could wipe the slate clean. Make up for everything we've done. The hat's over the wall, Livia. For everyone."

"Don't say that Michael, there is always a way to make sometime right." Lincoln exhaled, seeing Fernando looking out the window in the kitchen above the sink.
Before the two ladies were tied up. "Well..." He looked back to the garage.

Olivia walked over to the two scared woman, "Sorry isn't gonna mean anything to you right now. But I wanna say it anyway. This wasn't supposed to happen. One or two hours tops, and we'll be out of here. You have my word, no one will harm you." her eyes kept looking from Ann to Jeanette.

Ann's eyes kept looking to Olivia, her voice mumbled. Olivia took the gag off, "Why are you with them?" her voice cold, "why..." her voice cut off.

Michael watched her going into the Garage, he glanced to Fernando, "Make sure nothing happened to them..." he followed Olivia.

In the garage, Lincoln was watching C-Note digging before his attention turned to the T.V. his eyes opening wide as the Fox News woman spoke; "There's been a breaking development in the double-homicide prosecution of Lincoln Burrows, Jr. Due to the sudden disappearance of crucial blood and..."
T-Bag's voice rang in to drown her out. "Linc, I didn't know you had a boy." The sound in his voice, made C-Note cringe.
Lincoln's eyes focused on the T.V. set. " ... The Cook County District Attorney's Office had no choice but to drop all charges against the 16-year-old. Burrows is scheduled to be released from the Klipton Detention Center in Kingman, Arizona where he's currently being held, tomorrow morning."
Lincoln's eyes went wider. He stood up fast like lightening.

Olivia got to her feet, the fact she'd not seen L.J since he was a toddler chewing on her hair, she kept looking to Lincoln, for a second their minds were linked, "Car, keys." she said quickly rushing to the kitchen.

Michael glanced to Lincoln, "Just hold on, okay? You can't do this. Linc!" he was pleading to his brother now. "We are five minutes away in there!"

Olivia jingled keys, "got em baby," she ignored Michael's begging.

"We've been five minutes for four hours." Lincoln looking over his brother as they all stood in the kitchen.
Fernando was looking down, trying to ignore the conversation.
"You think I give a damn about the money?" He tried not to sound mean. But right now, his son was getting released from Prison and he wanted to get to him first. "You're afraid to fail. You're afraid this big plan of yours ain't gonna work out. You wanna get caught proving you can pull this thing off, be my guest. L.J.'s out there, I'm gonna get him with Olivia." He turned away from his brother, his eyes locked to Olivia's.

"We have come 1500 miles across country. We have made it this far." Michael glanced from Lincoln to Olivia; he felt his eyes trying to get them to see.

Olivia placed her arm around Lincoln placing the key into his hand, "Michael, the money is your prerogative," she looked up to Lincoln, "Linc we start driving now, we can stop a Motel midway, then get up early and make time for the release..."

Michael inhaling, "Linc, please, really think this, please..." his voice dropped.

"I guess, this is where we part ways..." It hurt to say it, but he looked into his brother's eyes. "You can still come with us." He offered him, stepping back, taking Olivia's hand into his.

Michael shrug, "No, I could...I could do this." he kept looking from Lincoln to Olivia, they were standing outside now.

"Michael," Olivia walked up giving him a hug, "You really," she didn't finish it, "Bolshoi Booze..." she said with a light tap of his arm.

"Yeah, You remember how to get there?" Michael asked, his attention to his brother.

Olivia nodded, "Michael," she kissed his cheek, "I've got a steel trap memory, I know." she walked over to the car now.

Michael was watching them both.

"Thursday night, six 'o clock. It's our last shot. If we're...um...if we do this right, we're gone forever. " He spoke to Lincoln.

"A lot of ground to cover in three days." Lincoln kept watching Michael. "All right." He sighed. Pulling his brother into a hug. "Take care." His voice was soft.

"They'll be gunning for you two. They'll get you anyway they can, so..." Michael kept his eyes on them both. "Just remember to use a condom..." he pointed out.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Jesus Dad..." she opened the car getting in.

Michael chuckled looking to Lincoln, "Tell LJ...tell him I said there'll be a surfboard with his name on it."

"Nice. Bolshoi Booze." Lincoln pointed out that he remembered, looking one more time over Michael, "Three days." It seemed, Michael, Olivia and himself all said it at the same time.
Lincoln and Olivia heading toward the car. "Keep your head down." Lincoln said to Michael seriously.

David got out of Alex Mahone's car, he walked down the path, the fact he was going to make a big risk, but with how he was feeling everything was turning out, he reached for the door knocker, he knocked it quickly while glancing around the garden, the house look simple, but he knew this was going to be his moment to be honest.

There was a shuffling from inside the house and the sound of a door unlocking.
Opening slowly. Layla appeared from behind it, wearing a purple sundress her hair up in a bun, she looked shocked. "Scott?" She gasped, looking over him, this wasn't happening. She was too scared to reach out and touch him, in case this was a dream.

"Look, I need to be honest," he started, David was remembering everything that Olivia did for him, so he brushed a hand against her cheek, "I'm gonna be honest, my name isn't Scott." he nodded, "My name is David, David Apolskis." he touched his fist to his hand.

Feeling his touch against her skin, Layla's heart skipped a beat. "David." She whispered, her eyes staring into his, watching him. "I... You came back." She sounded so lost.

"The motel room," he spoke softly, "It was real, everything was real." he kept shifting his weight, "and I know I am looking at some serious time, but I'm gonna write to you," he pointed out, "I just hope you hit me back." for a second he smiled. "I wanna take you to Hawaii..." he leaned forward, his hand brushing her lips kissing her.

Layla's fingers brushed into his hair, avoiding the gash on the right side of his head.
Kissing his back powerfully, feeling her heart flutter, as she sound of people rushing towards, yelling appeared.

"I'll write," he kept watching her while he was being pulled away by Alex Mahone, but then he knew he was going to his this girl again, he wanted her to know that he wasn't going to forget.

Olivia kept looking to the open road while riding shotgun with Lincoln, her eyes kept focused on his face, the first time they'd been alone together, in a very long time. Her hands brushed into her hair lightly. "So, I was wondering," her eyes kept focused on him driving, it felt so surreal for her. "When, did you realised you felt something for me?"

Lincoln made a face, as his left hand was on the steering wheel, his right was around the passenger seat. "I ... " He paused thinking about it, biting his lip. "After I started remembering you, maybe a week after we met."

"You mean," she thought about it, "After the riot?" she kept twirling her hair, it was strange with her hand close to her ear, her other hand placed on her thigh, "Wow." her eyes would look to Lincoln, "Got anything you wanna ask?"

Lincoln thought, "When you, said you liked me when you were a teenager, why? What did you see in me? I wasn't really... Heading anywhere in life." He sucked his lower lip.

"I was thirteen," Olivia laughed, "and you was in the kitchen, and you just," she shrugged, "I thought you looked good." she found her eyes avoiding his face, then looking back to him, "I guess when I got older, I knew I wasn't your type, then with L.J, everything," she found her eyes on his face, "Now, I just know you make me feel something, I've never imagine feeling."

Lincoln smiled partly, the skies were turning grey, rain was heading in. "I just, I never really thought I'd see myself with someone, in a relationship. I've never been in one... But I really - want ours to work." His eyes looked at her face for a minute on the long winding road.

Olivia nodded, "Well, we're in the same boat," her hand reached over touching his, "I've never really been in a relationship before." her eyes focused, "I mean, I'm just hoping you don't think I'm a complete dork."

"A complete dork? No, maybe just a tad of a dork and I like it." He smiled, bringing his fingers to lace with hers, the rain started hitting against the windshield slowly. "I'm thinking we pull off at the next motel?" He glanced to her.

"Motel, good," she squeezed his hand feeling happy, "Sharing, a motel, like, bed. Like, together." she inhaled sharply trying to stop the worry breaking over her face.

Lincoln could see the worry across her face as if it was written there in sharpie. "I, we don't have to share a bed, not if you don't want too... No pressure." His voice was serious.

"Motel!" she pointed to the exit sign, "There," she kept looking to the exit, then hand free still playing with her hair, "I think we've got a lot to talk about then..."

"There is always a lot to talk about when you've just escaped Prison." Lincoln pointed out, taking the exit, the motel up ahead he pulled into the parking lot of the Super 8.

After checking in, getting to the room, she sat down on the bed, "I'm gonna shower, if they is okay?" Olivia pointed to the bathroom.

"Of course it's okay, Olivia, you don't have to ask my permission." Lincoln pointed out looking at the T.V. remote.

Olivia felt weird getting into bathroom; she didn't lock the door, trusting him completely. Taking everything off, the top she got from Nika, the jeans, she felt awkward, she glanced over herself in the mirror, she'd never really focused on her body, her hand touching her stomach, turning the hot water, she got into it, feeling the water touching her, it made her feel better. She never known of a motel to give complementary razors, but felt great going over her legs, her armpits, she froze, "What am I doing?" she finished washing getting out finding a towel, she dried, dressed walking back into the room looking to Lincoln, "Much better..."

Sitting on the bed, Lincoln looked away from the T.V. screen, hitting mute on the remote, the Fox News lady's voice died.
He smiled at her. "All squeaky clean, now?" He sat up from his half laying position on the bed.

Olivia fluffed her damp hair, her eyes kept on his, and she inhaled. "I've only had sex once." she exhaled quickly feeling the need to be honest. "I was completely drunk, my first time being drunk." slowly she sat on the end of the bed looking to Lincoln, "I just, feel like, I don't want to base all sex on that one night I don't even remember."

"That's understandable, but 'Livia, you have to remember." Lincoln rubbed his forehead. "I'm not looking for sex, I'm not putting pressure on you, I don't want it to ever seem that way, okay?" His eyes were finding hers.

"No, no," Olivia looked to Lincoln, she moved up the bed quickly she was saddling herself on her lap, she'd never done this before in her life, but felt relaxed, natural. "I'm not assuming, I just," she brushed her hair back, "I want to know what it feels like." she whispered kissing him lightly; looking over his face, "I need to, feel..." she pressed her lips against him kissing more intense.

Lincoln turned his head away, breaking their kiss, looking deep into her eyes. "Are you, sure about this?" He asked her, seriousness in his voice as he cleared his throat, his hands holding her hips.

Olivia got off the bed, her hand unbuttoned her jeans, she took them off looking to Lincoln, "I want to..." she whispered looking to his eyes, her hand raised, inviting him over to her.

Lincoln got off the bed, he rushed over to her now, he kept looking into her eyes.

The sun was slowly setting in the Western sky, as raindrops softly tapped against the tiny window in the back of the Super 8's Motel room. Lincoln's hands holding Olivia's waist, as they stood inches from the bed that looked barely big enough to fit one person, the floral pattern of the bedspread was an eyesore. But neither one of them was aware of that. Lincoln's lips were touching upon Olivia's carefully. Being slow and careful with her. It felt like a whole new experience for Olivia, whose first and last had been with Ryan Hart almost twelve years ago. But this wasn't a Prom after party with cheap booze and Apple Snapps. No this was inside a dodgy motel room for 45 dollars a night and a free shower cap!"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Lincoln broke the kiss after a second, she felt distant.

His hands were still holding her waist carefully. Their eyes connecting, Olivia smiled. "Yeah, sorry." She let out a small laugh. "My mind wondered, it won't happen again."

"Look if you aren't ready for this, its okay..." He smiled a nice genuine smile at her. "Linc, I said I want too." She nodded, her hands cupping his face, pulling him down, kissing him this time.

Bringing his hands from around her waist, they lingered at the bottom of her purple thank top, fingers slipped up it, he could feel goose bumps form over her soft skin. Olivia could feel his warm fingers travelling up her sides, before stopping just below her bra. He pulled back from their kiss, he didn't speak a word, but his green eyes were sparkling, always watching her reactions. He didn't want to move them to quickly or to slowly either.

"Keep going." Olivia said as her heart started beating quicker.

Sliding his hands down, Lincoln pulled the tank top off her, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes looked over her top half, the fabric of the bra. He held her close against him, kissing her neck, Making Olivia gasp lightly.

She brushed her hand down, against his chest, started to unbutton the buttons of the shirt he wore. Her body shook, but in a good way. She closed her eyes feeling Lincoln's lips touching her skin.

His hands sliding her bra straps down her shoulder, his lips brushing kisses against her exposed shoulder. Olivia's knees felt a moment of weakness while Lincoln unhooked her bra, slipping it down her arms, leaving it to fall beside her tank top. His hand cupped her breast, squeezing it softly.

He moved his head down, to her chest, leaving a trail of kisses against her collarbone.

Olivia, pulling his shirt open, ran her hands up against his solid chest, her nails dug into his shoulders when Lincoln carefully pinched her nipple, making her gasp, his fingers were magical things.

"Lincoln?" Olivia said after a minute, opening and closing her eyes.

"Yeah?" He looked at her, "I love you." Her eyes twinkled.

Lincoln kissed her on the lips softly. "I love you, too." He smiled.

Shifting them, he laid her back against the bed, climbing on beside her, Hand on her side, the other against her breast, his thumb running over the same nipple he'd pinched.

Lips kissing down the centre of both breasts. Before pausing, feeling her chest rising and falling quicker. He smiled.

She could feel Lincoln's hard on against her leg as he kissed across each of her breasts carefully. Her insides felt like little explosions were happening.

She was also nervous, the fact she was fully aware of everything happening this time. But she knew Lincoln wasn't Ryan.

She started taking off his jeans, pulling the button from the hole. Sliding down the zipper, teasing Lincoln in a way.

"You're beautiful." Lincoln remarked, making her pause in what she was doing. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

"Thank you." She slid the jeans away from him and he wiggled out of them, leaving him in a pair of black boxers.

Lincoln was pulsing for her, so long it had been since this kind of action, but he wasn't horn dog Lincoln in this moment, he was caring Lincoln. Because this wasn't just a quick fuck from any old girl, this was sex, sex with the woman he'd been in love for many weeks.

Olivia shuttered nervously. But smiled at him. She lent upwards a little bit. Her head back against the pillow. Lincoln looked over her, her panties sported a wet patch, just for him and he couldn't hold back a smile.

"Excited?" He glanced sideways at her. Olivia bit her lip and nodded, batting her eyelashes cutely. Before winking at him. Her hands pulled Lincoln down against her body; she kissed him strongly, slowly sliding her tongue between his lips. Feeling their tongues twisting against each others. Her fingers pulled his boxers off, His hands pushing her panties down.

Olivia closed her eyes, everything felt so perfect between them. The moment was the right kind, the sex for all the right reasons. Olivia felt him, his penis brushing against her clit.

Turning her head from him, she found her lips against his ear. "Lincoln, I'm waiting..." She didn't wan to wait any longer, but maybe she did.

"Are you sure?" Lincoln's voice was low.

"Mmm-hmm... Really sure." Olivia assured him.

Before gasping sharply. Lincoln had shifted, his penis just before her opening.

Slowly he pushed the tip of himself into her; her nails against his shoulders were digging into his flesh. Her eyes closed tightly.

",'Liva..." Lincoln whispered, seeing the look of discomfort on her face. "We can... Stop." He held his position.

Unmoving as she shook her head, "No- I'm fine, really." She nodded, opening her eyes, her nails retracting a bit from his shoulders.

Lincoln nodded, moving more of himself into her, taking it slowly. Remembering the first time he'd had sex, he was thirteen and the woman who he was with was sixteen.

She wasn't a virgin; Lincoln didn't do virgins scared they'd get too clingy on him.

But he wasn't a complete asshole. He wanted this to be perfect for Olivia.

Moving at a pace, she was tight against him, as he finally had all of him inside of her, they eyes locked onto each other.

"Okay?" Lincoln asked her and she smiled. "Perfect." Her voice was a whisper.

Feeling Lincoln inside of her, her body adjusting to him, like he belonged. She could feel her vagina tense against him.

She gasped, when he pulled himself back and nearly out of her. Moving back into her, his pace slow, but gaining a speed.

Olivia brought her legs up, on either side of Lincoln's body as he moved into her and out of her. His chest brushing against hers, He lips kissing her neck.

Her hands were on his shoulders, before running down his back, feeling her breath getting short, every time Lincoln moved harder into her.

"Yeeesss..." Olivia let escape her mouth, Lincoln's penis rubbing down against her swollen clit as he went deep into her.

His fingers were teasing her nipples in a soft manor.

"Lincoln." She said his name, in a gasp, He made him keep his pace up, and his body was tingling. He tried to keep his breathing calm, his head level.

He didn't want this to be to short.

Moving into her, harder and quicker. Watching her eyes, they were wild, he could feel her tensing, Her chest rising and falling quicker.

Her body was getting the right attention. She tried keeping her eyes open, but they slipped closed. Her moaning turning into a quivering breath.

Her body went into a state of bliss it hadn't felt in many Moons. Her vagina started tensing around Lincoln's penis.

Making him hold deep inside her. Closing his eyes. Listening to her voice murmuring his name in pleasure.

Lincoln couldn't hold it any longer, he felt himself let go. Sending a stream of his warm seed into her. Olivia felt it too. She gasped.

She opened her eyes, seeing Lincoln watching her, she wiggled under him and he moved, pulling himself out of her carefully. To lay beside her, catching his breath, His forehead littered with tiny sweat beads.

Olivia's eyes were wide, her body still shaking, but coming down from its natural high.

Lincoln found her fingers, lacing them with hers. "Was I good?" He had to ask, like any man would.

She laughed, turning on her slide, their bodies sandwiching together. "The best." She nodded, bringing her lips to crash against his. Lincoln reached over, pulling the bed covers over their naked bodies.