The Taste of Freedom.......COMPLETE

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Prison Break, Michael Scofield or Sara Tancredi. This is pure fiction people!

Michael rested his head against the cool metal frame of shelves lining the walls in the supply closet. He was on PI, Prison Industries, where prisoners were allowed to help in general labour and make a small amount of money, and decided to duck inside for a moment alone to think. Think...that was all he had done lately, trying to get Lincoln out of prison before his execution was emotionally and mentally exhausting. He wasn't sleeping at night because he was digging holes and climbing through walls, preparing for the break, throughout the nights. And when he wasn't focused on the plot to escape he was thinking about Dr. Tancredi, Sara. He had possibly fucked the whole plan saving her but he couldn't let them get to her. In the middle of a prison riot, the Doctor had been left alone in the medical building, trapped in a room with several inmates determined to get to her. He had seen her terrified face on the gaurds monitors, the inmates all around him cheering because the doc was going to get fucked prison style, he had gone to her, climbing through the walls and ceiling to save her. It was magnified today because he was in Medical unit, helping with repairs left over from the riot...what would she do? He was certain she would tell...now he waited for Belick the head guard and the Pope, the warden, to come to him, tell him they knew about the plan were shutting it down and he would have to watch his brother die. Now he wanted to curl up into a ball and cry from his frustration, fear and overall terror that he would fail, he heard the door behind him click and bit back his tears, you can't cry in prison, and turned around to see who else had entered the room.

It was Dr. Tancredi.

"Doctor?" He asked, confused by her presence.

"Sucre and Lincoln are watching the door. I wanted to thank you. For...well for not letting them get me." She always looked him in the eye, something he respected about her, even though he was a convicted felon, she still respected him by treating him as a person.

"I already told you, I couldn't let them hurt you."

"I know but thank you just doesn't seem like enough. Is there anythign I can do? I could try to get you some alone time with Lincoln. Or maybe some candy bars...something from home?" She offered. Was he wrong or was there more to her offer?

"I would appreciate that Doctor." He answered slowly, trying to get a read on her.

"Sara..." She looked at him and wet her lips, while she was still standing by the closed door, Michael could see her lips glistening, he wanted to taste them. He hadn't had a woman for months, longer then even since being in prison, he had been so focused on his plans for Lincoln he had ignored the urges of his body, now standing less that 5 feet from Sara Tancredi he couldn't deny the want he felt. They had been giving each other long looks, engaged in verbal sparring, there was an obvious interest on her part. Interest a doctor in a prison had no right feeling for an inmate. "Call me Sara....Michael."

It was the first time she called him anything but Scofield, it sounded so right coming from her lips. "Alright...Sara. I think you should leave before someone gets the wrong impression here." He wanted to make it seem like the gaurds or the Pope might get that idea but he really meant him and her. They couldn't be more then doctor and patient. In less that two weeks he would be out of this prison and on the run, he couldn't really start a romance just now.

"You see Michael, I think you already have the wrong impression. Should I clear things up for you?" And she reached for the buttons on the black blouse under her white lab coat. His eyes were transfixed by her fingers, she wore no nail polish, no make up in fact, but her nails were clean and manicured, only long slender fingers that had never touched him without a latex glove on as a barrier.

"Sara...this is not the way to say thank you...a candy bar would be fine" He said shaking his head as a new patch of skin was revealed to him.

"This isn't thank you, Michael. This is I can't stop thinking about you and this will probably ruin my career but I can't seem to stop myself." She opened the blouse to reveal a black bra, he felt his restraint slipping away.

"I'm a prisoner." He gave her one last chance.

"I haven't forgotten." She shrugged off the jacket and blouse dropping them on the floor, standing before him in her black dress pants and bra. "And I don't care." She moved toward him, reaching out and placing a hand his face, tracing a thumb over his cheek.

"Please Michael, just once, I need this...I need you." Her other hand, moved to his hand, taking it in her own, guiding it to her breast. He gave up any hope of restraint and roughly pulled her to him, grasping her breast in his hand, his other wrapped around her waist, bringing her close to him. Holding her gaze as he lowered his head toward hers, he saw her eyelids flutter briefly before closing and then he closed his own as their lips met. She tasted like freedom, like his life before Fox River Penitentiary, when all he had to worry about was his job, making his car payment and which girl he was going to date, but she was more than that. She was pure, not in a virginal way but in a good to mankind and doing the right thing sort of way, just breathing her in like this was revitalizing him. She willingly opened her lips to let their tongues meet, her hands now gripping the front of his blue prison uniform while his moved to undo her bra. When he slid the bra down her arms his head immediately moved to her nipples, dusky, rosey, hard little nipples just begging to be licked and sucked on. She moaned and her hand moved to his head, nails digging in slightly, as if she went to pull his hair and forgot he wore it shaved low and then she began to lightly rubbed the shorn hair. Her other hand moved to his shirt and began to pull it up, he helped her, pulling it off along with the grey long sleeved shirt he wore under it, revealing his torso covered in tattoos that also covered his arms, she barely paused to look at it before she was reaching for the button of his pants.

"We don't have much time." She panted. He nodded to let her know he understood and allowed her to push his pants down, he was wearing the prison issued tightie whities, she felt his dick through his briefs, he breathed out a hiss of pleasure. She stroked him for a few moments while their lips crashed and danced together, his hand seeking the clasp of her pants and sliding them down over her hips, he pulled back to watch their journey. She was wearing panties that clearly matched her discarded bra, he looked at her questioningly. It didn't seem right that the doctor of a prison hospital would wear something so sexy under her clothes unless she planned for them to be seen. She smiled at him as if asking if he liked what he saw, his response was to drop to his knees in front of her and kiss her pubic bone through her black lacy panties before hooking his fingers in the sides and sliding them down too. He knew there wasn't much time but he had to do this, to taste her before he sunk deep inside of her, he figured he wouldn't need more then a couple of minutes anyway. But it was just rude to fuck and run. He put his hand on her inner thigh, urging her to open up a bit more for him, one of her hands braced herself against a shelf while the other softly tickled his short hair, moaning softly when he deposited the first kiss on her pussy. He kissed her thighs and belly too before sliding his tongue up and down the length of her, teasing her with soft feather licks before centering on her clit and sucking and licking it til she came, whispering his name. The soft carresses she had been giving him no changed to her grabbing his ears and yanking him to his feet and kissing him fiercely, biting at his lips and sucking on his tongue roughly. The good samaritan doctor was a wild animal when she came he thought smugly. Lifting one of her legs onto his hip and bending his knees slightly he took his dick in his hands and rubbed the tip around her wet hole, lubricating himself in her juices before plunging into her, all the way and then holding still for a moment, just enjoying the hot tight heat of her. Then he buried his head in her neck and began to rock in and out of her, sucking on her neck as she whimpered and clung to him. The shelves creaked and squealed from their combined weight, thumping into the wall behind Sara, he pulled her body to his and stood up, centering her weight on him so that the thumping would stop, it also allowed him to get in even deeper to her, he thrusts faster and harder as he neared his release, biting on the spot he had sucked before. She lowered her leg and stood, but still held onto him, leaning her head against his chest, breathing heavilly. He tilted her face to his and placed one more soft lingering kiss on her lips.

"We should go back...." He didn't want to break the spell that they were under but he knew this was too dangerous to be doing.

"I know....I...."

There was a light knock on the door and they heard Sucre whispering, "Yo Fish...hurry it up."

"Let me get your clothes." Michael said pulling on his own pants as he bent for her things on the floor.

"I've given Warden Pope my letter of resignation." She told him. "I know what you are up to, I'm in."

"What are you talking about?" He forced himself to remain calm despite the hammering of his heart.

"I know you are trying to escape, I'll help you on the outside. I can get ID's or a place to hide..."

"No Sara.....when we are in a safe place I'll contact you but untill then stay good. Please?"

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart." He was finished dressing and she was just pulling on her lab coat.

"See you on the outside." He said as he left the room.


The End