Peace - Michael/Sara (1/1)
Title:Peace (1/1)
Fandom:Prison Break
Pairing:Michael/Sara
Rating:NC-17 (sexual content)
Length: 300 words
Summary:Sometimes peace can be hard to recognise. (Post-Sona)
Author's Note: Well, I don't think anyone will be surprised that I've written more than one story for the Let's Talk About Sex challenge at pbhiatus_fic, but it's not just because I love writing these two characters and that particular rating. I just needed to write something a little more uplifting than my last effort, and this is was the result. This hasn't visited the beta-reader, so all concrit is welcomed with open arms. *g*
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Peace is its own reward.
~ Mahatma Ghandi
When it finally came, peace was hard to recognise. She couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder. Couldn’t stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. Couldn’t stand still long enough to enjoy their bittersweet victory.
It was only when the legal machinations were finished and his mother’s namesake was returned to its rightful owner that she felt the tide turning. They left the land behind them, a dark gray smudge on the horizon, not caring where they were headed, only that they were finally standing still.
Surrounded by endless water and sky, she stopped looking over her shoulder. She didn’t stop thinking of everything she’d lost. She just needed to realise everything she’d found.
The salt air found an echo in the taste of the tanned skin of his throat, the fleeting tang of blood on her lip as he kissed her with a gentle violence that stole her breath, her voice. The sound of the fluttering sails blended with his rough groan as she cupped the silky heat of him in her hand, tasting him with her tongue and her lips, her lips curved into a smile as he lost himself.
The ebb and flow of the ocean mimicked the rush of blood beneath her skin, the heat that flooded her body as he buried himself deep inside her, his mouth on her breasts. The rhythmic roll and tilt of the world around them seemed to soak into her bones, his arms tight around her as she cried out, falling into him as the pleasure lifted and crashed her onto the rocks.
Afterwards, she curled her body around his, their legs tangled beneath the rumpled sheet. The slap of the waves against the hull was steady, strong, keeping time with her heartbeat, and peace was suddenly easy to recognise.
~*~
Fandom:Prison Break
Pairing:Michael/Sara
Rating:NC-17 (sexual content)
Length: 300 words
Summary:Sometimes peace can be hard to recognise. (Post-Sona)
Author's Note: Well, I don't think anyone will be surprised that I've written more than one story for the Let's Talk About Sex challenge at pbhiatus_fic, but it's not just because I love writing these two characters and that particular rating. I just needed to write something a little more uplifting than my last effort, and this is was the result. This hasn't visited the beta-reader, so all concrit is welcomed with open arms. *g*
~*~
Peace is its own reward.
~ Mahatma Ghandi
When it finally came, peace was hard to recognise. She couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder. Couldn’t stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. Couldn’t stand still long enough to enjoy their bittersweet victory.
It was only when the legal machinations were finished and his mother’s namesake was returned to its rightful owner that she felt the tide turning. They left the land behind them, a dark gray smudge on the horizon, not caring where they were headed, only that they were finally standing still.
Surrounded by endless water and sky, she stopped looking over her shoulder. She didn’t stop thinking of everything she’d lost. She just needed to realise everything she’d found.
The salt air found an echo in the taste of the tanned skin of his throat, the fleeting tang of blood on her lip as he kissed her with a gentle violence that stole her breath, her voice. The sound of the fluttering sails blended with his rough groan as she cupped the silky heat of him in her hand, tasting him with her tongue and her lips, her lips curved into a smile as he lost himself.
The ebb and flow of the ocean mimicked the rush of blood beneath her skin, the heat that flooded her body as he buried himself deep inside her, his mouth on her breasts. The rhythmic roll and tilt of the world around them seemed to soak into her bones, his arms tight around her as she cried out, falling into him as the pleasure lifted and crashed her onto the rocks.
Afterwards, she curled her body around his, their legs tangled beneath the rumpled sheet. The slap of the waves against the hull was steady, strong, keeping time with her heartbeat, and peace was suddenly easy to recognise.
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