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Title: A Lesson in Restraint.
Fandom: Prison Break
Prompt: In Dr. Tancredi's office.
Pairing: Sara/T-Bag
Word count: 494
Summary: Sara must learn restraint.
Rating: PG-13
Dedication: for xxxpromisexxx
The smell of bleach, too clean coldness filled his lungs and the freezing of the silver disc pressed against his back was too real for Theodore Bagwell. Her breath was minty-sweet, brushing against his cheek like a warmed breeze. Theodore sat there, his eyes staring at the wall before him, as she took his pulse with those warm but gloved fingers.
Bellick was no longer within eye-sight, that ass hole having grown wary of the inmate down the hallway. They were alone, Theodore's brain told him, they were alone with a pretty doctor. His hand lifted up to touch a soft strand of red, twining it around his fingers. She tensed. So did Theodore. He dropped his hand slowly, watching her with cautious - knowing the last time he tried something she coshed him over the head with a nearby bed pan.
But she didn't attack this time, and their eyes met as he moved a hand up to touch her cheek lightly. There were no words spent between the two of them as Theodore's fingers explored along her cheek, her hairline then down against her soft mouth. He drew his fingers against her neck to touch her pulse, feeling it jump a little. He leaned forward and brushed his mouth against the fluttery little beat, feeling her hands on his shoulders now. He looked up at her, and still there was silence, as she couldn't help but drown in his gaze - an aching anguish in those eyes.
"You're eyes are prettier than hers." Was stated, as he licked his now dry lips and slowly eased himself from the table. She stood just inches shorter than him, and he looked at her his lips parting to speak...to kiss her? She couldn't seem to discern which one he was about to do. Contrary to popular belief, Theodore had restraint. Sara Tancredi, however could not find hers. She took a step towards him, touched his chest and brushed her lips over his own. It was sweet. It was gentle, innocent.
Theodore wanted to make it bloody. Violent. Sara seemed to be on the same wave-lengths as she smashed their mouths together, her fingers digging into his chest as he placed his hands her wrists. Colors swirling in front of her eyes while they were closed as she tasted the convict's heat. When they broke away, it was almost funny to Sara that it'd been barely a minute long.
Theodore released her. She moved back. Bellick re-appeared, cuffed Theodore on the side of the head with the flat of his hand before taking Theodore back to his cell. Sara had to take a moment of her own, to erase the feeling of too-hot lips against her own, and the briefest flicker of tongue that she'd felt. She felt her eyes flutter close, she gripped the table lightly then steeled herself for the next patient. She'd exercise restraint with this one, for sure.
Fandom: Prison Break
Prompt: In Dr. Tancredi's office.
Pairing: Sara/T-Bag
Word count: 494
Summary: Sara must learn restraint.
Rating: PG-13
Dedication: for xxxpromisexxx
The smell of bleach, too clean coldness filled his lungs and the freezing of the silver disc pressed against his back was too real for Theodore Bagwell. Her breath was minty-sweet, brushing against his cheek like a warmed breeze. Theodore sat there, his eyes staring at the wall before him, as she took his pulse with those warm but gloved fingers.
Bellick was no longer within eye-sight, that ass hole having grown wary of the inmate down the hallway. They were alone, Theodore's brain told him, they were alone with a pretty doctor. His hand lifted up to touch a soft strand of red, twining it around his fingers. She tensed. So did Theodore. He dropped his hand slowly, watching her with cautious - knowing the last time he tried something she coshed him over the head with a nearby bed pan.
But she didn't attack this time, and their eyes met as he moved a hand up to touch her cheek lightly. There were no words spent between the two of them as Theodore's fingers explored along her cheek, her hairline then down against her soft mouth. He drew his fingers against her neck to touch her pulse, feeling it jump a little. He leaned forward and brushed his mouth against the fluttery little beat, feeling her hands on his shoulders now. He looked up at her, and still there was silence, as she couldn't help but drown in his gaze - an aching anguish in those eyes.
"You're eyes are prettier than hers." Was stated, as he licked his now dry lips and slowly eased himself from the table. She stood just inches shorter than him, and he looked at her his lips parting to speak...to kiss her? She couldn't seem to discern which one he was about to do. Contrary to popular belief, Theodore had restraint. Sara Tancredi, however could not find hers. She took a step towards him, touched his chest and brushed her lips over his own. It was sweet. It was gentle, innocent.
Theodore wanted to make it bloody. Violent. Sara seemed to be on the same wave-lengths as she smashed their mouths together, her fingers digging into his chest as he placed his hands her wrists. Colors swirling in front of her eyes while they were closed as she tasted the convict's heat. When they broke away, it was almost funny to Sara that it'd been barely a minute long.
Theodore released her. She moved back. Bellick re-appeared, cuffed Theodore on the side of the head with the flat of his hand before taking Theodore back to his cell. Sara had to take a moment of her own, to erase the feeling of too-hot lips against her own, and the briefest flicker of tongue that she'd felt. She felt her eyes flutter close, she gripped the table lightly then steeled herself for the next patient. She'd exercise restraint with this one, for sure.