Prison Break
NB: all post-series fics are non-epilogue compliant.
Thrice in a Blue Moon ♦ If, uncharacteristically, you ever chicken out and need to blame it on something, you will rely on the tux. And on the cigar, too. (Michael/Sara/Lincoln. Het, mild slash. NC-17.)
Shades of Vanilla ♦ She’s just starting to admit to herself that maybe she shouldn’t have cackled and called him vanilla when he’d blushed at her answer. It had been reckless of her. (Michael/Sara. Het. Nc-17.)
Working Out the Chill ♦ She was cold, and not sure the weather was entirely responsible for that. She scooted on the bedcover, inching toward Michael’s heat. His warmth only made it worse. (Michael/Sara/Lincoln. Het. NC-17.)
Essences ♦ They have this little fixation going on... Michael, in typical Michael’s way, tries to explain, analyze and intellectualize it. Lincoln thinks he’s a total geek, as usual. (Michael/Lincoln. Slash. NC-17.)
Safe. Almost. ♦ They don’t do this on a regular basis, but sometimes, it does happen. Inappropriate late night phone calls. (Michael/Lincoln. Slash. NC-17.)
The Good Wife (français)
Des lubies et des tatouages ♦ « Je n’aurais pas pensé qu’une femme comme vous aurait quelque chose comme ça. » (Alicia/Kalinda. Femslash. PG-13/R. Traduction.)