Fic: Cellie
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serafina20Title: Cellie
Author: serafina20
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Michael/Mahone
Summary: Four months into his sentence for the murder of Oscar Shales, Alexander Mahone gets a new cellie.
Previous
Alex turned the page in his book without having read a word on it. His mind was buzzing. Skin crawling. Fidgety and bored and just... bored.
He sighed. Put down his book. Scooted to the edge of the bed and hung his head over. "My son's in love with you."
Michael didn't look up from his drawing, but he did smile. "I noticed."
He slid down from his bunk. Crawled onto Michael's. "Those were some serious stars in his eyes."
"Yet I barely got a kiss when he left," Michael replied, eyebrows raised.
"Probably better for you. He would have set you on fire, blushing as hard as he was." Alex leaned his head against Michael's shoulder and gazed at the drawing.
It was Cameron, standing in a room underneath a window. His body faced the window, but his torso was twisted toward the viewer. One fist was at his laughing mouth. The other was raised over his head, marker in hand, creating a world of beauty on the wall. Marker was scrawled over his skin, a confusing maze of green and blue. His dark eyes shone and cheeks flushed with laughter and youth and life.
Alex sighed, wistfulness tugging at his heart. His boy was getting older. Soon, the innocent laughter and joy would be replaced with something else. Something muted and reserved. The love he gave so freely would be masked, need to be hidden and expressed in other ways. The soft lips he pressed over and over Alex's face would be a peck, the squeezing arms around his neck would be a quick hug. His baby boy would be someone else, someone older. And Alex wouldn't know until the day arrived, missing the ones in between.
He sighed again. "After he finally crawled on your lap, it was like no one else existed."
"Like father like son." Michael turned his head and kissed Alex on the head. "He noticed you. He loves you."
"I know. I just..." He shook his head. "He's getting so big. So grown up."
Michael set his drawing aside. Turned to Alex. "I'm sorry you're missing it." Too contrite.
Alex turned. Extended his legs on either side of Michael's body and folded them around, drawing him into a circle of embrace. "It's not your fault," he said, framing Michael's face with his hands.
"I know."
"It's not."
He blinked. "I know." He sniffed and looked away. Licked his lips. "He's almost." Stopped talking. Licked his lips and tried again. "He's almost the age I was when... When Mom died."
Alex ran his knuckles over Michael's cheek.
"He's so smart. So full of life. And so unafraid." He took a shaky breath "Still a child. I wasn't. After Mom died. I couldn't. It was too... We went to Veronica's. Her dad drank. Beat up her. Me, a few times. And Lincoln couldn't... I had to grow up."
"I know." He couldn't stop stroking Michael's face. Petting him. Over smooth cheeks and down the long neck.
"He's so lucky. But I'm scared. Something's going to hurt him. I just want to..." He stopped and looked over at his drawing.
Alex smiled, tired. "Yeah. If I could keep him the way he is, I would. But you know that's impossible. And wouldn't be a good idea anyway, if we could. Because, no doubt, if you applied your mind to it long enough, you'd come up with a way."
Michael laughed. Leaned forward and rested his forehead against Alex's. "Do you think Pam would really consider surrogacy?"
"Probably. But, she's had problems getting pregnant in the past. I want her to concentrate on her and Lincoln first." He pulled Michael closer and kissed him. "And I want a year with you. A year of marriage, the two of us, plus Cameron and LJ, before we have our own." Kissed him again. "Of course, there are benefits of being the uncle and ex-husband across the street." He moved closer, easing Michael down onto the bed.
"Drop the sheet," Michael whispered.
Alex climbed off the bed and did as Michael asked. As he came back, he stripped out of his shirt. Toed off his shoes.
"What if I designed a house?" Michael asked, tossing his shirt to the ground. "For all of us."
"Do you really want to live with all of them?" He kissed Michael's neck. His collarbone. Ran his hands up the too skinny torso.
"Some days, I think it'd be nice if we could all just find a place. Live there. Away from everyone. Just us."
"That's crazy fundamentalist talk there." He nipped at blue-inked skin.
Michael's back arched. Hands came around Alex. One slipped between them. Thumbed open Alex's pants. "Eccentric millionaire. Find an island. Build a palace." He pushed Alex's pants and underwear down. "Swim naked in the ocean and build sandcastles on the beach."
He purred softly against Michael's stomach. "Sounds like heaven."
"Doesn't it?" Michael took Alex by the hips and pushed him over, flat on his back. He kissed down Alex's bare chest. Took a nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Alex's stomach tightened. Sweat burst over his body, the temperature going supernova.
"I don't care," Michael said suddenly. He took Alex's hard cock in his hand. Stroked it, twisting his wrist. "If we don't get out. If our sentence isn't commuted. I don't care. They keep us together in the same cell, they keep us in special needs, that's all I want. To be with you. Here. Out there. It doesn't matter."
He sat up. Wrapped his arms around Michael and pulled him back down. Kissed him, deeply, one leg wrapped around Michael's waist. "It's enough for me."
"Almost."
"With all the sins I've committed in my life, I will take what happiness I can. What contentment I can." Michael's lips were addictive; once he started kissing them, it was always so hard to stop. "I'm content with you."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Just content?" He smirked. Rode his hips into Alex's.
"Content," Alex groaned, pleasure pulsing hotly through his groin. "Dizzy. Wanton. Needy." He licked the soft indent underneath Michael's ear. "God, I wish you would take me already."
He exhaled against Alex's neck. Kissed him there once, then pulled away.
Alex opened his eyes. Michael was peeling his pants off. Setting them on the floor. Ran his hands down his long, lean thighs, then reached underneath the mattress. Pulled out the tube of lubricant and condoms Dr. Parsons had given them so long ago.
He set it next to Alex. Sat a moment. Swallowed. His eyes closed and he took slow, measured breaths.
"Michael. If you're not ready..."
He shook his head. Turned and leaned over Alex. "Sometimes, I still can't believe that you even want me," he said.
"How couldn't I?"
Michael kissed him. Stroked his hand down Alex's stomach. Over his hip. "Too thin. Scared. Stupid tattoo. Crazy."
"Beautiful. Genius." Alex ran his palms over Michael's shoulders.
"Scarred," he said when Alex's hand ran over a scar, hidden underneath intricate drawings.
"Refined." He pulled Michael down. Kissed him, drawing the clever, teasing tongue into his mouth. "Michael."
Cool, slick fingers pressed against Alex's entrance. He shifted. Tried to relax. Pushed back.
Michael's fingers slipped inside.
He gasped. Nipples tightened. Goose bumps rose over his skin.
Michael kissed deeper. Hummed against his mouth. His own arms wound around Michael's neck. Kissed harder.
"Do you want to roll on your stomach?" Michael asked. Two of his fingers slid in and out of Alex slowly, allowing him to adjust. "It might be easier."
"Mmmm. No. This is fine."
Michael's fingers went deeper. Alex arched his neck. Inhaled sharply.
"You're taking this well. My first time, I was so tight. So nervous."
"I'm nervous." He bit Michael's neck. Sucked the hot, salty flesh. "I've been, ah... experimenting a bit."
Michael smiled. "Wondered why the tube's been used so much. Seemed like more than we'd used for handjobs and stuff." He licked along Alex's jaw lightly. "I love you so much." He slid another finger in.
"Ah," Alex gasped. His hands fell away from Michael. Clutched at the bedspread. His hips undulated as Michael pumped into him. Moved in a wave, Michael's fingers moving in, through. His stomach tight, nerves on edge. Sparks dancing over them, over his skin. Blood rushing, heart pounding.
Another fingers added.
"No." He shook his head. Opened his eyes, vision blurred. "Michael. Please. I want you. You, not... please. Please."
Michael smiled. A blushed danced over his cheeks. "I think I like it when you beg."
"You've got me trapped," he said, smiling crookedly. "I've got no shame."
"No need for shame." Michael pulled out his fingers. Rubbed his cock--hard, nearly purple, jerking in his hand. He picked up a condom and, opened it with shaking fingers. Rolled it over his cock before slicking it with more lube. His mouth was open, breath coming fast. Eyes glazed as he looked down at Alex.
He leaned over Alex. Kissed him as he pulled Alex's hips closer to his own. There was an awkward moment. An uncomfortable pressure. And then...
The give of muscle as Michael sank into him was unlike anything he'd ever felt. A wave washed over him. Another. Heat and pleasure and fire. It crawled over his skin. Pressed against him. Built.
"Oh, Jesus," Michael gasped in his ear. His fingers dug into Alex's arms, too tight; they'd leave bruises.
He didn't care.
Michael's hips moved. Drove into Alex. Moving in time, together. Their bodies, in tandem. Alex slid his arms around Michael and held. Lifted his head to kiss Michael's jaw. His neck. Follow a drop of sweat as it rolled down his shoulder. Fingers twist his nipple, tugging.
"I can't.." Michael gasped suddenly. "Oh, God, Alex...."
His entire body tightened. Eyes squeezed, shoulders drew up to his ears. He threw his head back, face twisted into something not unlike a grimace. "Oh," he grunted. And again.
And he was coming. Pulsing, his body heaving suddenly with the movement. Everything flush and pink, glowing and shiny with sweat and the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Alex reached for his cock. Took it in hand and pulled, transfixed by the sight of Michael, shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm. Stroked once, and again and then Michael's sticky-slick hand joined his and stroke. His hot wet mouth covered Alex's, licked against his tongue and... and...
He came, groaning into Michael's mouth.
The world swum around him. He closed his eyes. Clung to Michael. Michael, whose face was buried in his neck, sweat mingling with Alex's own.
A guard banged on the bars. "Still in there?" he called.
Alex forced moisture back into his throat. "Yes, boss."
"Sheet's gotta come up by the time I come round again. This ain't the Hilton, boys."
Michael snorted. Waited until the footsteps retreated before rolling off Alex. After the condom was off and thrown away, he looked at Alex, shyly, from beneath his eyelashes. "So," he said. "Are you sorry you asked me to marry you?"
Alex smacked him lightly before pulling him back down into a sweaty, sticky embrace. He kissed Michael thoroughly, until they were both breathless. "Boy," he whispered, drawing his thumb down Michael's face. "You will be lucky if I ever let you out of bed now." Kissed him again. "Thank you. That was wonderful. Just like I always knew it would be."
He blushed. Averted his eyes. "Well. You inspire me."
"So do you." He pulled Michael down to lay next to him. Kissed his cheek. "You make me want to do great things."
"All I want is for you to love me."
"Loving you is the greatest thing I can ever do."
Michael snorted, blushed. "I love you too, Alex." He yawned.
"Go to sleep. I'll keep you safe."
"Yeah." His eyes closed and he snuggled against Alex's drowsily. "I know."
Author: serafina20
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Michael/Mahone
Summary: Four months into his sentence for the murder of Oscar Shales, Alexander Mahone gets a new cellie.
Previous
Alex turned the page in his book without having read a word on it. His mind was buzzing. Skin crawling. Fidgety and bored and just... bored.
He sighed. Put down his book. Scooted to the edge of the bed and hung his head over. "My son's in love with you."
Michael didn't look up from his drawing, but he did smile. "I noticed."
He slid down from his bunk. Crawled onto Michael's. "Those were some serious stars in his eyes."
"Yet I barely got a kiss when he left," Michael replied, eyebrows raised.
"Probably better for you. He would have set you on fire, blushing as hard as he was." Alex leaned his head against Michael's shoulder and gazed at the drawing.
It was Cameron, standing in a room underneath a window. His body faced the window, but his torso was twisted toward the viewer. One fist was at his laughing mouth. The other was raised over his head, marker in hand, creating a world of beauty on the wall. Marker was scrawled over his skin, a confusing maze of green and blue. His dark eyes shone and cheeks flushed with laughter and youth and life.
Alex sighed, wistfulness tugging at his heart. His boy was getting older. Soon, the innocent laughter and joy would be replaced with something else. Something muted and reserved. The love he gave so freely would be masked, need to be hidden and expressed in other ways. The soft lips he pressed over and over Alex's face would be a peck, the squeezing arms around his neck would be a quick hug. His baby boy would be someone else, someone older. And Alex wouldn't know until the day arrived, missing the ones in between.
He sighed again. "After he finally crawled on your lap, it was like no one else existed."
"Like father like son." Michael turned his head and kissed Alex on the head. "He noticed you. He loves you."
"I know. I just..." He shook his head. "He's getting so big. So grown up."
Michael set his drawing aside. Turned to Alex. "I'm sorry you're missing it." Too contrite.
Alex turned. Extended his legs on either side of Michael's body and folded them around, drawing him into a circle of embrace. "It's not your fault," he said, framing Michael's face with his hands.
"I know."
"It's not."
He blinked. "I know." He sniffed and looked away. Licked his lips. "He's almost." Stopped talking. Licked his lips and tried again. "He's almost the age I was when... When Mom died."
Alex ran his knuckles over Michael's cheek.
"He's so smart. So full of life. And so unafraid." He took a shaky breath "Still a child. I wasn't. After Mom died. I couldn't. It was too... We went to Veronica's. Her dad drank. Beat up her. Me, a few times. And Lincoln couldn't... I had to grow up."
"I know." He couldn't stop stroking Michael's face. Petting him. Over smooth cheeks and down the long neck.
"He's so lucky. But I'm scared. Something's going to hurt him. I just want to..." He stopped and looked over at his drawing.
Alex smiled, tired. "Yeah. If I could keep him the way he is, I would. But you know that's impossible. And wouldn't be a good idea anyway, if we could. Because, no doubt, if you applied your mind to it long enough, you'd come up with a way."
Michael laughed. Leaned forward and rested his forehead against Alex's. "Do you think Pam would really consider surrogacy?"
"Probably. But, she's had problems getting pregnant in the past. I want her to concentrate on her and Lincoln first." He pulled Michael closer and kissed him. "And I want a year with you. A year of marriage, the two of us, plus Cameron and LJ, before we have our own." Kissed him again. "Of course, there are benefits of being the uncle and ex-husband across the street." He moved closer, easing Michael down onto the bed.
"Drop the sheet," Michael whispered.
Alex climbed off the bed and did as Michael asked. As he came back, he stripped out of his shirt. Toed off his shoes.
"What if I designed a house?" Michael asked, tossing his shirt to the ground. "For all of us."
"Do you really want to live with all of them?" He kissed Michael's neck. His collarbone. Ran his hands up the too skinny torso.
"Some days, I think it'd be nice if we could all just find a place. Live there. Away from everyone. Just us."
"That's crazy fundamentalist talk there." He nipped at blue-inked skin.
Michael's back arched. Hands came around Alex. One slipped between them. Thumbed open Alex's pants. "Eccentric millionaire. Find an island. Build a palace." He pushed Alex's pants and underwear down. "Swim naked in the ocean and build sandcastles on the beach."
He purred softly against Michael's stomach. "Sounds like heaven."
"Doesn't it?" Michael took Alex by the hips and pushed him over, flat on his back. He kissed down Alex's bare chest. Took a nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Alex's stomach tightened. Sweat burst over his body, the temperature going supernova.
"I don't care," Michael said suddenly. He took Alex's hard cock in his hand. Stroked it, twisting his wrist. "If we don't get out. If our sentence isn't commuted. I don't care. They keep us together in the same cell, they keep us in special needs, that's all I want. To be with you. Here. Out there. It doesn't matter."
He sat up. Wrapped his arms around Michael and pulled him back down. Kissed him, deeply, one leg wrapped around Michael's waist. "It's enough for me."
"Almost."
"With all the sins I've committed in my life, I will take what happiness I can. What contentment I can." Michael's lips were addictive; once he started kissing them, it was always so hard to stop. "I'm content with you."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Just content?" He smirked. Rode his hips into Alex's.
"Content," Alex groaned, pleasure pulsing hotly through his groin. "Dizzy. Wanton. Needy." He licked the soft indent underneath Michael's ear. "God, I wish you would take me already."
He exhaled against Alex's neck. Kissed him there once, then pulled away.
Alex opened his eyes. Michael was peeling his pants off. Setting them on the floor. Ran his hands down his long, lean thighs, then reached underneath the mattress. Pulled out the tube of lubricant and condoms Dr. Parsons had given them so long ago.
He set it next to Alex. Sat a moment. Swallowed. His eyes closed and he took slow, measured breaths.
"Michael. If you're not ready..."
He shook his head. Turned and leaned over Alex. "Sometimes, I still can't believe that you even want me," he said.
"How couldn't I?"
Michael kissed him. Stroked his hand down Alex's stomach. Over his hip. "Too thin. Scared. Stupid tattoo. Crazy."
"Beautiful. Genius." Alex ran his palms over Michael's shoulders.
"Scarred," he said when Alex's hand ran over a scar, hidden underneath intricate drawings.
"Refined." He pulled Michael down. Kissed him, drawing the clever, teasing tongue into his mouth. "Michael."
Cool, slick fingers pressed against Alex's entrance. He shifted. Tried to relax. Pushed back.
Michael's fingers slipped inside.
He gasped. Nipples tightened. Goose bumps rose over his skin.
Michael kissed deeper. Hummed against his mouth. His own arms wound around Michael's neck. Kissed harder.
"Do you want to roll on your stomach?" Michael asked. Two of his fingers slid in and out of Alex slowly, allowing him to adjust. "It might be easier."
"Mmmm. No. This is fine."
Michael's fingers went deeper. Alex arched his neck. Inhaled sharply.
"You're taking this well. My first time, I was so tight. So nervous."
"I'm nervous." He bit Michael's neck. Sucked the hot, salty flesh. "I've been, ah... experimenting a bit."
Michael smiled. "Wondered why the tube's been used so much. Seemed like more than we'd used for handjobs and stuff." He licked along Alex's jaw lightly. "I love you so much." He slid another finger in.
"Ah," Alex gasped. His hands fell away from Michael. Clutched at the bedspread. His hips undulated as Michael pumped into him. Moved in a wave, Michael's fingers moving in, through. His stomach tight, nerves on edge. Sparks dancing over them, over his skin. Blood rushing, heart pounding.
Another fingers added.
"No." He shook his head. Opened his eyes, vision blurred. "Michael. Please. I want you. You, not... please. Please."
Michael smiled. A blushed danced over his cheeks. "I think I like it when you beg."
"You've got me trapped," he said, smiling crookedly. "I've got no shame."
"No need for shame." Michael pulled out his fingers. Rubbed his cock--hard, nearly purple, jerking in his hand. He picked up a condom and, opened it with shaking fingers. Rolled it over his cock before slicking it with more lube. His mouth was open, breath coming fast. Eyes glazed as he looked down at Alex.
He leaned over Alex. Kissed him as he pulled Alex's hips closer to his own. There was an awkward moment. An uncomfortable pressure. And then...
The give of muscle as Michael sank into him was unlike anything he'd ever felt. A wave washed over him. Another. Heat and pleasure and fire. It crawled over his skin. Pressed against him. Built.
"Oh, Jesus," Michael gasped in his ear. His fingers dug into Alex's arms, too tight; they'd leave bruises.
He didn't care.
Michael's hips moved. Drove into Alex. Moving in time, together. Their bodies, in tandem. Alex slid his arms around Michael and held. Lifted his head to kiss Michael's jaw. His neck. Follow a drop of sweat as it rolled down his shoulder. Fingers twist his nipple, tugging.
"I can't.." Michael gasped suddenly. "Oh, God, Alex...."
His entire body tightened. Eyes squeezed, shoulders drew up to his ears. He threw his head back, face twisted into something not unlike a grimace. "Oh," he grunted. And again.
And he was coming. Pulsing, his body heaving suddenly with the movement. Everything flush and pink, glowing and shiny with sweat and the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Alex reached for his cock. Took it in hand and pulled, transfixed by the sight of Michael, shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm. Stroked once, and again and then Michael's sticky-slick hand joined his and stroke. His hot wet mouth covered Alex's, licked against his tongue and... and...
He came, groaning into Michael's mouth.
The world swum around him. He closed his eyes. Clung to Michael. Michael, whose face was buried in his neck, sweat mingling with Alex's own.
A guard banged on the bars. "Still in there?" he called.
Alex forced moisture back into his throat. "Yes, boss."
"Sheet's gotta come up by the time I come round again. This ain't the Hilton, boys."
Michael snorted. Waited until the footsteps retreated before rolling off Alex. After the condom was off and thrown away, he looked at Alex, shyly, from beneath his eyelashes. "So," he said. "Are you sorry you asked me to marry you?"
Alex smacked him lightly before pulling him back down into a sweaty, sticky embrace. He kissed Michael thoroughly, until they were both breathless. "Boy," he whispered, drawing his thumb down Michael's face. "You will be lucky if I ever let you out of bed now." Kissed him again. "Thank you. That was wonderful. Just like I always knew it would be."
He blushed. Averted his eyes. "Well. You inspire me."
"So do you." He pulled Michael down to lay next to him. Kissed his cheek. "You make me want to do great things."
"All I want is for you to love me."
"Loving you is the greatest thing I can ever do."
Michael snorted, blushed. "I love you too, Alex." He yawned.
"Go to sleep. I'll keep you safe."
"Yeah." His eyes closed and he snuggled against Alex's drowsily. "I know."
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YAY !!!!
Date: 2007-08-28 08:19 am (UTC)I held my breath the whole time and my heartbeat stopped several times....
That was soooooo fantastic !!! So sweet and erotic and hot and beautiful and .... OH WOW !!! That was rally an awesome chapter !!! Love this story sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much !!!!!!!!!!!
Usually I don`t like Top!Michael but that...that was just PERFECT !!!!
Can`t wait for the next chapter !!!
Re: YAY !!!!
Date: 2007-08-29 02:09 am (UTC)Happy to please.
Thanks.
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Date: 2007-08-28 09:54 am (UTC)Gorgeous start with Alex coming to realise that Cam's in love with Michael (obviously a hero-worship thing!) and that he's growing up and their dreams for a house for all of them and the possible surrogacy...so, so lovely!
And then, finally, the loving!! It was strange to enjoy Michael topping, though given what happened to him it was very likely the only way he could have sex with Alex. But he's still the submissive partner here, I think.
It was hot and sweet and moving and dammit! well worth waiting for!!
It seems like this fabulous story has been around forever...and there would be no complaints from me if it stayed around forever too! It's still high on my list of favourite fics and will remain so, no matter how many more wonderful stories I read along the way!
Thank you, my darling, for the wonderful gift of this fic!
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-08-29 02:10 am (UTC)It really was the only position he could manage at this point. What happened still has him too skittish and uncomfortable. But, yes, still a bit submissive, just the way we like it. :)
Thank you so much!!!
COLD SHOWER TIME!
Date: 2007-08-28 11:15 am (UTC)Serafina, I think I'm in love with you. Marry me? We can have a double wedding with Michael and Alex, LOL!
Re: COLD SHOWER TIME!
Date: 2007-08-29 02:11 am (UTC)Serafina, I think I'm in love with you. Marry me? We can have a double wedding with Michael and Alex, LOL!
But, if I marry you, how will I marry Wentworth?
Re: COLD SHOWER TIME!
Date: 2007-08-31 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 03:10 pm (UTC)Alex talking about Cam and thinking about how Cam was going to get older, and everything would change. Michael thinking about how when his mother died. I loved all of it. And then they started to kiss, and the sheet went down...they were finally together like that. It makes sense that Michael would be on top right now. After what happened to him, I think it's to be expected.
This chapter was just wow, I loved it. Amazing.
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Date: 2007-08-29 02:12 am (UTC)Truthfully, I was a bit surprised, too. One minute, they were talking, and the next, they were all over each other and moving toward something more. I can't leave those boys alone for a moment.
Thank you. :)
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Date: 2007-08-28 03:32 pm (UTC)It remains one of the greatest stories!
Can't wait for more!
x
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Date: 2007-08-29 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 04:52 pm (UTC)P.s. I am sooooooo glad that guard didn't interrupt them too early.
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Date: 2007-08-29 02:14 am (UTC)*performs mouth to mouth.* *applies electric shock thing*
P.s. I am sooooooo glad that guard didn't interrupt them too early.
Although, it almost would have been interesting for him to have called in during, Alex answer, but Michael just keep going...
Thank you!
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Date: 2007-08-28 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-29 02:15 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-08-28 08:19 pm (UTC)You really do know how to write a fantastic sex scene. I don't think this could have been any better.
I think I need to read it again. Right now.
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Date: 2007-08-29 02:15 am (UTC)You really do know how to write a fantastic sex scene. I don't think this could have been any better.
Thank you. I thought it was going to fall flat, so I really appreciate hearing that. :)
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Date: 2007-08-28 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-29 02:15 am (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2007-09-04 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 12:55 pm (UTC)And, yay! Finally I'm up to date with this story. You kept me up late the past few nights, because I just couldn't stop reading.
Now I'm really looking forward to seeing season 2. I adore William Fichtner, but thanks to your story I'm in love with Alex Mahone without having seen the tiniest glimpse of him.
Wow... I might have found my new favourite pairing...
*dreamily floats back to reading again*
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Date: 2007-09-04 04:24 am (UTC)Thank you so much!!
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Date: 2007-09-03 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-24 01:54 am (UTC)Wow. That's all I've got. This was amazing. You're amazing. You make life amazing. And wow. Yeah. I'm wordless.