Words We Long To Hear
Title: Words We Long To Hear
Pairing: Michael Scofield / Sara Tancredi
Rating: PG
Length: 436
Summary: The sound of his voice, barely audible over the buzzing noise of the tires rolling on the asphalt below them, startles her.
Author's Note: Oups, I did it again! Every time I say i'm not going to write anymore, I end up writing, lol. This one goes out to everybody, because hiatus is over and 4.17 left some of us with some questions and I thought I'd try to answer at least one of them. No spoilers, it's all from my head. Oh, and I place this story a matter of hours after 4.17. Big thanks to
chatty_cat
, who beta this while playing with the others at the 417 real-time rewatch part deux at wrldpossibility 's journal.
“I owe you an apology.”
The sound of his voice, barely audible over the buzzing noise of the tires rolling on the asphalt below them, startles her.
She thought he was asleep.
After all, his eyes were closed, his breathing was even and his body looked somewhat relaxed, laying in the reclined passenger seat - as relaxed as Michael Scofield can get, she muses
She shouldn’t be surprised that he’s not.
She looks over at him from her position behind the wheel - another day, another escape, another stolen car - and she’s puzzled for a moment, because he still looks somewhat relaxed, laying in his reclined seat, his breathing is even and…
Oh.
At first glance, his eyes appear to be closed, but she can see them now, they are partially open, like a thin line. And through that thin line, he can see everything he wants to see. And from his vantage point, she would bet he’s been watching her the whole time.
“I thought we had agreed on no more apologizing?”
He sighs. The kind of sigh that comes with more apologies, and she closes her eyes briefly, then it’s her turn to sigh. He repositions his seat at a better angle, turning his body so that he can look at her directly, and she’s suddenly nervous. She knows that even though she deserves an apology for the way he’s been treating her for that last few days - for the last few weeks, if she’s really honest - she truly is getting exasperated with his talking.
Because when he’s with her, he’s all about words like soon and someday, and metaphors about their possible future, and talks about sailing away; but words are not what she craves for anymore. She longs for a more hands-on approach.
And maybe that’s why the feel of his hand resting high on her thigh was not something she expected to feel. So much so, that she has to fight the urge not to look down, to make sure that she’s not hallucinating. But she knows that she’s not, because hallucinations don’t feel this good. She can feel the warmth of his hand, the gentle movement of his hand - back and forth, and back and forth -, the delicious sensation of the random pattern he’s making with his thumb through the denim of her jeans, and it’s all very real.
“Pull over.”
And God help her, she does.
They’re in the middle of nowhere, slowly making their way to Miami, where more danger then they’ve ever faced before awaits them. But right now, all she wants is to hear his apology.
Pairing: Michael Scofield / Sara Tancredi
Rating: PG
Length: 436
Summary: The sound of his voice, barely audible over the buzzing noise of the tires rolling on the asphalt below them, startles her.
Author's Note: Oups, I did it again! Every time I say i'm not going to write anymore, I end up writing, lol. This one goes out to everybody, because hiatus is over and 4.17 left some of us with some questions and I thought I'd try to answer at least one of them. No spoilers, it's all from my head. Oh, and I place this story a matter of hours after 4.17. Big thanks to
chatty_cat
, who beta this while playing with the others at the 417 real-time rewatch part deux at wrldpossibility 's journal.
“I owe you an apology.”
The sound of his voice, barely audible over the buzzing noise of the tires rolling on the asphalt below them, startles her.
She thought he was asleep.
After all, his eyes were closed, his breathing was even and his body looked somewhat relaxed, laying in the reclined passenger seat - as relaxed as Michael Scofield can get, she muses
She shouldn’t be surprised that he’s not.
She looks over at him from her position behind the wheel - another day, another escape, another stolen car - and she’s puzzled for a moment, because he still looks somewhat relaxed, laying in his reclined seat, his breathing is even and…
Oh.
At first glance, his eyes appear to be closed, but she can see them now, they are partially open, like a thin line. And through that thin line, he can see everything he wants to see. And from his vantage point, she would bet he’s been watching her the whole time.
“I thought we had agreed on no more apologizing?”
He sighs. The kind of sigh that comes with more apologies, and she closes her eyes briefly, then it’s her turn to sigh. He repositions his seat at a better angle, turning his body so that he can look at her directly, and she’s suddenly nervous. She knows that even though she deserves an apology for the way he’s been treating her for that last few days - for the last few weeks, if she’s really honest - she truly is getting exasperated with his talking.
Because when he’s with her, he’s all about words like soon and someday, and metaphors about their possible future, and talks about sailing away; but words are not what she craves for anymore. She longs for a more hands-on approach.
And maybe that’s why the feel of his hand resting high on her thigh was not something she expected to feel. So much so, that she has to fight the urge not to look down, to make sure that she’s not hallucinating. But she knows that she’s not, because hallucinations don’t feel this good. She can feel the warmth of his hand, the gentle movement of his hand - back and forth, and back and forth -, the delicious sensation of the random pattern he’s making with his thumb through the denim of her jeans, and it’s all very real.
“Pull over.”
And God help her, she does.
They’re in the middle of nowhere, slowly making their way to Miami, where more danger then they’ve ever faced before awaits them. But right now, all she wants is to hear his apology.