Lincoln/Sara *I Think I'm Paranoid* Chapter 2/?
Beta: Lissa_bear thank you I agreed with all your suggestions a lot :)
Rating: PG-13 - mentions of drugs, but nothing shocking (for now)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything i.e. neither Prison Break nor Garbage's song which came out in 1998 - I'm pretending it came out in 1997 for my purposes..
Summary: Lincoln the dealer meets Sara the student in a club and they have an encounter
Words: 910
He needs to be out there working, earning money to pay the bills to support LJ and Michael. The girl is caressing Lincoln's neck just like Veronica used to. It feels so good. The girl can't understand the cruelty of what she is doing to him. Attempting to figure out how best to get her to safety without jeopardising most of tonight's take is going to be hard enough without this.
"Mmmm, you work out a lot stud?" she shouts into Lincoln's ear. The girl's long red hair is tickling Lincoln's arms and neck and her fingers pressed into his muscles are driving him crazy. Lincoln might allow himself to be tortured by how good she feels against him. But that was as far as this could go.
"What's your name?" Lincoln tries to coax an answer out of the girl. The tone of his voice has been honed through years of practice with Michael and then LJ.
"What's your name?" asks Sara, her smiling eyes shining chemically bright. "You didn't introduce yourself to me. Its how things work in polite society."
"Ok right." Lincoln can't keep a grin away anymore. He lets out a sigh before continuing with his reply, "Sweetheart, I must have missed the part where this place became trendy." God has to be laughing at him again. Lincoln was set to pay off his fourth payment ahead of time to Crab Simmons and now this.
"Come on, you tell me your name and I'll tell you mine," says Sara.
This chat had gone on long enough. Time to get the girl back to her friends or home, whichever was safer. Lisa will be dropping LJ off for his weekend visit at 11AM and Michael will most likely come around beforehand, "coincidentally" as he usually does, just to check that everything is in hand for LJ's visit. Lincoln needs more trouble in his life like he needs a hole in the head.
"Michael," answers Lincoln before he realises what he's said. Lincoln doesn't know why he used Michael's name. Maybe it is because if the girl hadn't been taking drugs and alcohol, Michael would have been the kind of guy she'd have gone for. "Come on, I've told you mine, its your turn princess," Lincoln says, looking into the girl's eyes. Lincoln tells himself he's only checking her eyes to see how dilated the pupils are.
"Stud, you guessed right," replies Sara looking up at Lincoln earnestly. The skinhead makes her insides throb like the bass line of the music. Sara is a nice girl, really. A nice girl who any man would be proud to have on his arm. Its just life that's made her hard and nasty and cruel. If Sara had been soft and nice her father would have crushed her underfoot just like he'd done her mother.
"You mean your name is princess?"asks Lincoln. "OK."
Getting what she wants has never been a problem for Sara. It only got difficult when God started to make Sara pay for everything she had. The alcohol, the drugs, the casual sex, gives her the sparse hours of dreamless sleep that gets her through the frenetic days.
The days in Cook County give her exactly what she needs to exercise her mind. But will the skinhead give her the workout she wants tonight? What is it that is stopping him from touching her? He can't have a boyfriend at home. That would be such a waste. Sara has never yet been wrong about guessing which frogs to kiss and which she should just experiment on. Figuring out who she needs to exploit and the best method for doing so is a Tancredi trait. She is her father's daughter after all.
Feeling the skinhead's hot deltoids doesn't bring her any closer to the diagnosis that she is looking for. All it tells her is that the skinhead is no stranger to physical labour. So she ups the ante of this examination. The buttoned crotch of Lincoln's jeans swells against Sara as she deliberately bumps the edge of her zipped chinos against him. Slow and deliberate works best in Sara's experience. It tells her that he has just enough muscle to do the job she needs.
She is going to kiss him and then she'll be sure of her diagnosis. The way he looks at her when she petulantly pulls his chin down towards her gives him away. He likes her. The skinhead drug dealer likes her. He has the same expression that her sister's prom date had when Sara answered the door to him on prom night. She wonders if the skinhead will still be smiling when morning comes. This isn't a relationship. The frog prince only gets his princess in the fairytale.
Everything is going fuzzy for Sara. That's just the way she likes it. Except tonight she is seeing things. She must be. Her father would never ever come to a place like this. If her father finds out where his princess has been going at night, she will be in so much trouble.
Lincoln quickly reacts to Sara going momentarily limp in his arms by clasping her to him closer. Its only for a little while, Lincoln tells himself as he puts his arms firmly around her waist. She just needs to adjust to how much she has taken. Once she is ok Lincoln is going to get her straight back to her friends.
Rating: PG-13 - mentions of drugs, but nothing shocking (for now)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything i.e. neither Prison Break nor Garbage's song which came out in 1998 - I'm pretending it came out in 1997 for my purposes..
Summary: Lincoln the dealer meets Sara the student in a club and they have an encounter
Words: 910
He needs to be out there working, earning money to pay the bills to support LJ and Michael. The girl is caressing Lincoln's neck just like Veronica used to. It feels so good. The girl can't understand the cruelty of what she is doing to him. Attempting to figure out how best to get her to safety without jeopardising most of tonight's take is going to be hard enough without this.
"Mmmm, you work out a lot stud?" she shouts into Lincoln's ear. The girl's long red hair is tickling Lincoln's arms and neck and her fingers pressed into his muscles are driving him crazy. Lincoln might allow himself to be tortured by how good she feels against him. But that was as far as this could go.
"What's your name?" Lincoln tries to coax an answer out of the girl. The tone of his voice has been honed through years of practice with Michael and then LJ.
"What's your name?" asks Sara, her smiling eyes shining chemically bright. "You didn't introduce yourself to me. Its how things work in polite society."
"Ok right." Lincoln can't keep a grin away anymore. He lets out a sigh before continuing with his reply, "Sweetheart, I must have missed the part where this place became trendy." God has to be laughing at him again. Lincoln was set to pay off his fourth payment ahead of time to Crab Simmons and now this.
"Come on, you tell me your name and I'll tell you mine," says Sara.
This chat had gone on long enough. Time to get the girl back to her friends or home, whichever was safer. Lisa will be dropping LJ off for his weekend visit at 11AM and Michael will most likely come around beforehand, "coincidentally" as he usually does, just to check that everything is in hand for LJ's visit. Lincoln needs more trouble in his life like he needs a hole in the head.
"Michael," answers Lincoln before he realises what he's said. Lincoln doesn't know why he used Michael's name. Maybe it is because if the girl hadn't been taking drugs and alcohol, Michael would have been the kind of guy she'd have gone for. "Come on, I've told you mine, its your turn princess," Lincoln says, looking into the girl's eyes. Lincoln tells himself he's only checking her eyes to see how dilated the pupils are.
"Stud, you guessed right," replies Sara looking up at Lincoln earnestly. The skinhead makes her insides throb like the bass line of the music. Sara is a nice girl, really. A nice girl who any man would be proud to have on his arm. Its just life that's made her hard and nasty and cruel. If Sara had been soft and nice her father would have crushed her underfoot just like he'd done her mother.
"You mean your name is princess?"asks Lincoln. "OK."
Getting what she wants has never been a problem for Sara. It only got difficult when God started to make Sara pay for everything she had. The alcohol, the drugs, the casual sex, gives her the sparse hours of dreamless sleep that gets her through the frenetic days.
The days in Cook County give her exactly what she needs to exercise her mind. But will the skinhead give her the workout she wants tonight? What is it that is stopping him from touching her? He can't have a boyfriend at home. That would be such a waste. Sara has never yet been wrong about guessing which frogs to kiss and which she should just experiment on. Figuring out who she needs to exploit and the best method for doing so is a Tancredi trait. She is her father's daughter after all.
Feeling the skinhead's hot deltoids doesn't bring her any closer to the diagnosis that she is looking for. All it tells her is that the skinhead is no stranger to physical labour. So she ups the ante of this examination. The buttoned crotch of Lincoln's jeans swells against Sara as she deliberately bumps the edge of her zipped chinos against him. Slow and deliberate works best in Sara's experience. It tells her that he has just enough muscle to do the job she needs.
She is going to kiss him and then she'll be sure of her diagnosis. The way he looks at her when she petulantly pulls his chin down towards her gives him away. He likes her. The skinhead drug dealer likes her. He has the same expression that her sister's prom date had when Sara answered the door to him on prom night. She wonders if the skinhead will still be smiling when morning comes. This isn't a relationship. The frog prince only gets his princess in the fairytale.
Everything is going fuzzy for Sara. That's just the way she likes it. Except tonight she is seeing things. She must be. Her father would never ever come to a place like this. If her father finds out where his princess has been going at night, she will be in so much trouble.
Lincoln quickly reacts to Sara going momentarily limp in his arms by clasping her to him closer. Its only for a little while, Lincoln tells himself as he puts his arms firmly around her waist. She just needs to adjust to how much she has taken. Once she is ok Lincoln is going to get her straight back to her friends.