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Title: Touch
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Sara/Michael UST
Rating: Adult
Words: 225
Touch:
Michael reached out to touch her left hand. He left a trail of fire along her arm on the way and she felt fragile and delicate. Doctor’s hands, skilled in thousands of small movements, rendered nothing but receptacles for his touch. Their fingers curled together naturally and it was as though she had never held anything else.
In the next second he was gone and the noise of the prison intruded. She was sure the hand he touched looked different, marked. Sara brought it to her lips, just for a second, and knew that she was his for good now.
Lying in her bed that night Sara felt the fire again as she touched herself with the hand Michael had claimed earlier. She was wet already and painfully aroused. She could see Michael’s eyes burning into her very soul. It was his hand that touched her, that stroked her clit, that entered her. His hand that pinched at her nipples. His hand that stroked down her belly.
Sara had three fingers inside herself moving in time to the fingers of her other hand moving over her clit. Images of Michael stuttered through her mind; bandaging his foot, giving him injections, reaching for his hands as he rescued her from the riot. But it was the image of him touching her hand that made her come.
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Sara/Michael UST
Rating: Adult
Words: 225
Touch:
Michael reached out to touch her left hand. He left a trail of fire along her arm on the way and she felt fragile and delicate. Doctor’s hands, skilled in thousands of small movements, rendered nothing but receptacles for his touch. Their fingers curled together naturally and it was as though she had never held anything else.
In the next second he was gone and the noise of the prison intruded. She was sure the hand he touched looked different, marked. Sara brought it to her lips, just for a second, and knew that she was his for good now.
Lying in her bed that night Sara felt the fire again as she touched herself with the hand Michael had claimed earlier. She was wet already and painfully aroused. She could see Michael’s eyes burning into her very soul. It was his hand that touched her, that stroked her clit, that entered her. His hand that pinched at her nipples. His hand that stroked down her belly.
Sara had three fingers inside herself moving in time to the fingers of her other hand moving over her clit. Images of Michael stuttered through her mind; bandaging his foot, giving him injections, reaching for his hands as he rescued her from the riot. But it was the image of him touching her hand that made her come.