Prison Break - He Sleeps in the Middle
Title: He Sleeps in the Middle
Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael, Sara, Lincoln
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 (+ 5 for the title)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What the title says. (Post-series, non-epilogue compliant.)
Author’s Note: Written for rosie-spleen’s Bleeding Cuticles Challenge (Day 15). This is the outline for a Michael/Sara/Lincoln story I’ve been trying to write for... a while. This tidbit, though, can be read as threesomy-and-incest-free or heavy as you want.
He sleeps in the middle.
He’s not sure what he did to deserve this - deserve them and their unrelenting affection. They don’t let him shy away from it. They secure him, hold and wrap him up in arms and legs and warm skin; they trap him between them. He’s a willing, grateful captive.
Everything bad fades in Sara and Lincoln’s conjugated embrace, and dissolves beneath the sliding of their hands on his back.
Everything good shines brighter and warmer as they lay him between them and kiss his cheek or his temple.
For a few hours, everything else doesn’t matter.
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--Comments are aways welcome.
End note: This is probably my last fic for rosie-spleen’s challenge. Even if I do write more ficlets for it, I doubt I’ll manage to come up with something every day for two weeks in a row again, so this is the higher I’ll score. Thanks for the fun, ma'am. Back to less annoyingly spammy ficcing, now.
Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael, Sara, Lincoln
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 (+ 5 for the title)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What the title says. (Post-series, non-epilogue compliant.)
Author’s Note: Written for rosie-spleen’s Bleeding Cuticles Challenge (Day 15). This is the outline for a Michael/Sara/Lincoln story I’ve been trying to write for... a while. This tidbit, though, can be read as threesomy-and-incest-free or heavy as you want.
He sleeps in the middle.
He’s not sure what he did to deserve this - deserve them and their unrelenting affection. They don’t let him shy away from it. They secure him, hold and wrap him up in arms and legs and warm skin; they trap him between them. He’s a willing, grateful captive.
Everything bad fades in Sara and Lincoln’s conjugated embrace, and dissolves beneath the sliding of their hands on his back.
Everything good shines brighter and warmer as they lay him between them and kiss his cheek or his temple.
For a few hours, everything else doesn’t matter.
* *
--Comments are aways welcome.
End note: This is probably my last fic for rosie-spleen’s challenge. Even if I do write more ficlets for it, I doubt I’ll manage to come up with something every day for two weeks in a row again, so this is the higher I’ll score. Thanks for the fun, ma'am. Back to less annoyingly spammy ficcing, now.