LWLU – Morning After
She awoke still snuggled to his bare chest. It must be morning…or very close to it. The room was no longer dark; instead, dusky hues of predawn light filtered through the curtains. In that moment, she was content to stay in his arms for the rest of her life.
Perfect peace. That’s what this was. That must be how it felt to wake up with the man you loved.
Could a single moment stretch out to eternity? Would what they felt for one another last forever?
“You are so beautiful when you think I’m asleep.”
His voice pulled her from her musings. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that I can get a glimpse of the real you.” He stroked her face with loving fingers. “You always have your guard up when you think someone might be watching you.”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
“I’m not saying you are. I don’t think you even realize you do it most of the time. I wish you could let it down around me. It would be nice if you could open up more to me sometimes.”
“Uh, I sorta thought I was pretty open with you last night.”
A lazy grin spread across Michael’s face. “Oh, I’m not complaining about that at all. You know what I mean.” His eyes became serious. “What do you think everyone’s going to say about this?”
“Everyone? What everyone?” Was it her imagination or did her voice just go up an octave?
“You know. Linc, Nika, Roni, Paul. Everyone.”
Sara was horrified. “You want to tell everyone about this?”
“I want to shout it from the rooftops, but I thought we’d start with our friends.”
Was he insane? She tore herself away from his embrace and clutched the sheet to her chest. “I can’t believe I trusted you. You actually want to tell everyone we had sex last night? You want to make me locker room talk?”
Of all reactions, he chose laughter.
“You jerk. Get the hell out of my bed!”
“Sara, what we did last night was nobody’s business but our own. I’m not going to tell a soul.” He worked one hand free from her death grip on the sheet. “I promise.” He pressed a kiss to her palm. “I would never betray you like that.”
“Then…then…What are you talking about?”
He tugged lightly on her arm. “You’re too far away from me. Come back here.” Once she was secure within his arms, he continued. “I was wondering how our friends are going to react when they hear we’re dating.”
“Dating? I didn’t realize we were dating, Michael.”
“You’re kidding, right Tancredi?”
“Well…”
Propping himself up on an elbow, he said, “You agreed to be my wife last night. I think it only makes sense for us to start dating.”
“But we’re not getting married for five years.”
“I know.” His free hand trailed down her body. “I think we should get in as much practice for the honeymoon as we can until then.”
“That’s not exactly dating.”
“I just don’t get you. You’ll be my wife, but not my girlfriend?”
“What?” It was hard to think with his hand on the move like that. “Is it so wrong that I want to play the field for the next five years, just so I know I’m not missing out on anything?”
He stared at her, expressionless, mouth agape. Moment by moment, understanding crept into his eyes. “And to think I was going to make you French toast for breakfast.” He shook his head, solemn. “I feel so cheap. So used.” Mischief broke an instant before he pounced on her, flipping the sheet aside, fingers in full tickling mode. “You had me going for a second there, Tancredi. Now you’re going to pay!”
“No!” She shrieked at him to stop in between gasping laughter, trying to fend off his advances. Unfortunately, after years of friendship he knew each and every one of her most ticklish spots. “Mercy! Uncle! Please…just…stop…”
“No way!” He knocked her blocking hands out of his way with ease and continued the tickle torture. “You actually had me believing you wanted to be with other guys.”
Uncontrollable laughter caused a delay in her protest. “I don’t. I just want you. Always.”
Fingers poised over her most ticklish spot paused. “Say that again.”
“You’re all I want, Michael Scofield. Forever. Just you.” Before he could think about going back on the attack, she reached up to grab the back of his neck. Craning her neck up to meet the lips she was pulling towards her, she kissed him with a fiery need more intense than anything she’d felt. “Only you,” she murmured against his lips.
Hands now only tense from desire smoothed over her curves. “I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Sara Scofield.”
Sara sighed with pleasure. “Five years won’t go fast enough.”
And then their words gave way to wordless breaths that spoke volumes as the sun’s first light began to break in the sky.
