Four Times Lincoln Almost Told Jane He Loved Her And One Time He Actually Did
Title: Four Times Lincoln Almost Told Jane He Loved Her And One Time He Actually Did (1/1)
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Lincoln/Jane (with fleeting guest appearances by LJ, Michael and Sara)
Genre: Alternate Universe
Length: 2,155 words
Rating: Hmmm. How about R?
Summary: I think the title is self-explanatory, don't you? *g*
Author's Note ( Read more... )
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Lincoln/Jane (with fleeting guest appearances by LJ, Michael and Sara)
Genre: Alternate Universe
Length: 2,155 words
Rating: Hmmm. How about R?
Summary: I think the title is self-explanatory, don't you? *g*
Author's Note ( Read more... )
Man. Considering we saw Jane for like 15 minutes, how can they be my OTP? I know theoretically it's ridiculous, yet this sort of story makes me so happy I could cry.
And some of the more lovelier descriptions that I have to quote:
He stares at her, his blood heated with more than just lust, the urge to tell her he loves her coming out of nowhere and seizing him by the scruff of the neck, shaking him out of his stupor. He opens his mouth, the words rising up in his throat, then he chokes back the impulse. It’s too soon, and he can’t bear the thought of her looking at him the way a woman looks at a man who says those words too soon, like they’re some fucking lovesick puppy that needs to be humored.
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Something tightens in his chest as he looks at her. He wonders when she’d become such an essential part of his life, then decides he doesn’t care about the when. He knows the why, and that's good enough for him. “Just yourself.”
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“Sorry for yelling,” he mutters gruffly, and he sees her shoulders lift in an elegant shrug.
“You’re a yeller. I know that.”
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He hesitates, trying to find the words that won’t make him sound like a complete tool. “Is this how you want to spend your spare time? Hanging out in a beach house in Panama with a guy who yells every time he’s losing an argument?”
Her eyes search his for a long moment, then she lifts her hands to touch his face, her lips meeting his in a slow, delicate kiss. “Yes.”
...
Her eyes meet his in the mirror, and her smile is as warm and welcome as the night breeze floating through the open window.
And I love that Lincoln said it first! So great.
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I know, I know. Those 15 minutes left me with a lasting adoration of this pairing. Now *that's* chemistry, kiddies. *g*
So glad you liked it!
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