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31 May 2009 @ 11:04 pm
Michael&Sara || Afortunado  
Title: Afortunado (1/1)
Characters: Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Sucre, and one line from Lincoln and a waiter
Pairing: Michael/Sara
Length: 1,000 words (is there a word for that?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She believes him. She believes him and she's happy.
Author's Note: To use a wonderful phrase coined by msgenevieve, this fic is Non-Epilogue-Compliant. Also, no one spicketed any nose bleeds in the last remaining seconds of Michael And Sara's Walk Along the Beach. Set after the wedding in The Final Break, but no one gets arrested because it's Non-Bullshit-Compliant too. No beta, just an idea I had and wanted to get posted, so all mistakes are mine.

Orange was never a color he's imagined her in, but he can't say he is surprised she looks good in it. She looks good in anything, she looks good in everything he can remember her in whether it is the stark white of a lab coat, the faded green of a sweatshirt a few sizes too big, a small leather jacket that had bordered on dangerously sexy, or one of his t-shirts (which seems to be her new favorite bedroom apparel, and a look he is more than used to already).

And then there's nothing. Sara looks good in nothing too, he reminds himself as he gently nudges the delicate black strap of her dress off her shoulder before placing a kiss in its place. His effort fails once more as she continues to chatter on about the day.

Their day, he tells himself, and can't help but smile. He'd had to practically drag her away from the party. One that was not even in their favor -- although someone had cracked open a bottle of champagne in their honor when, after a handful of beers, Lincoln had loudly announced his baby brother was married -- but they'd treated it as if it were the case anyway. Michael had spent hours watching as Sara made small-talk with people she'd never met before, as she'd danced with his best friend and his brother several times each before coaxing him up on the hot sand with her. He'd watched as the waiter offered them both a glass of cava on the house, which Sara gently declined, delicately laying her hand on her belly. He'd had time to briefly wonder if she'd ever smiled so wide while making such a refusal.

"Felicidades!" The waiter nodded at Michael, glanced at Sara, then winked and nodded again. "Qué más quisiera yo!." Then she was back in his arms (or he was back in hers) and they were dancing once again.

"I should be so lucky." Sucre had translated for him later with a grin before patting Michael's chest. "Afortunado."

What he wanted was to get. . . afortunado.

But she was having such a good time, she was so beautiful, happy and glowing and laughing, that he hadn't minded at all that the sun was setting before they made their way back to their hotel. He didn't complain when they finally arrived back in their room and instead of immediately disrobing she drug one of the chairs out on their balcony and stared at the ocean. But now she is talking about going back to the restaurant to request their recipe for salsa, and he's pretty sure it's time to kiss her.

He leans up, placing a quick kiss to her still-moving lips, and glances her up and down. Her apparel is a drastic contrast to the crisp white of the hotel sheets and he smiles. "You didn't wear white."

She smiles a little, and he can tell she's realized he hasn't been listening to her. Touching her belly, she shrugs. "The jig is up."

"It's not the only thing." His words are nothing more than a murmur, but he's sure he sees her smile for a half-second before kissing him.

"You wore jeans."

He opens his mouth, ready with a retort, but her free hand is grazing over his head, pressing gently above his ear, grazing down over his neck, and he's at a loss for words. She's teasing. "What did you wear to your first union?"

"Ah." He watches her for a moment, gauging her expression, trying to decide whether or not to actually answer the question. In the end, he opts for honestly. "That's not comparable."

"No." Her hand falls to the first button of his shirt, sliding it through the hole with a slow meticulousness that makes him clench all over in anticipation. She moves on to the second, showing it the same care. "No, it isn't."

"You're beautiful." He's lost count of how many times he's uttered those words in as many hours, but her reaction makes him never want to stop repeating them. A slight blush crawls up her neck before finishing on her cheeks, and he's rewarded with one of the most genuine, open, unabashedly blissful smiles he's ever seen, and this time it's his heart that clenches.

She believes him. She believes him and she's happy.

Suddenly, his own needs are forgotten, and he gently pulls her hand away from his shirt, kissing her palm. He moves his other to rest above hers, still cradling her stomach. Nothing is more important than making her happy. He'll do anything she wants, take her anywhere she wants -- Baja, Chicago, the ends of the earth. Wherever makes them happy. "What do you want, Sara?"

"Oh." She seems slightly taken aback by his question, then appears to think it over. Finally, "It doesn't really matter. I just want him or her to be healthy. And happy."

He smiles; she didn't understand him. But it doesn't matter, he doesn't bother correcting her. Her answer works. "Like us."

"Like us," she repeats softly, and then she's kissing him, and what either of them wore to their ceremony in the sand is of ill-importance as it falls to the floor.

Hours later she's asleep in his arms -- she's been sleeping more and more frequently the last few weeks, he thinks with a smile, but it's not like she doesn't need it, or at the very least, hasn't earned it -- but his brain won't shut down. The events of the day keep playing over and over, he understands now why she hadn't wanted to stop talking about it, and he keeps landing back on the waiter. Before he has a chance to dwell, Sara shifts, pressing a kiss to his chest in her sleep, and he grins. It is what it is. They're happy, they're healthy, they're a family. He is so lucky, and he's not going to take it for granted.
mood: mellow
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Jess: michael&sara  ||  shoulderaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 03:36 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it s much.
mara: pb [MS] horizonsmarap on June 1st, 2009 03:25 am (UTC)
I LOVE you. This totally made my day. It is PERFECT. ♥

Thank you for writing it and I hope you continue to write heaps more gorgeous MS fics.
Jess: michael&sara  ||  paneaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 03:35 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading, Mara! I can't make all the gorgeous arts like you can -- don't you quit that! *g*
(no subject) - marap on June 1st, 2009 03:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
pro bono pro bongothismidnight on June 1st, 2009 03:31 am (UTC)
Jess! This doesn't suck. Idk why you saaaaid that. I love it.

*sigh* I really don't have words for how much I enjoy this. But I doooo. Lots and lots! <333
Jessaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 03:35 am (UTC)
I just don't like posting fic before anyone has read it. And I've edited about sixteen errors out since I clicked post!
Kat: AU-the scofieldsbluebird1045 on June 1st, 2009 03:46 am (UTC)
This version of their wedding day is a hundred times better than the 2 minutes they showed in The Final Break.

Thanks for making my day!
Jess: michael&sara  ||  afterglowaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:36 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure anything would have a hard time being better than only 120 seconds of happiness. Thank you for your kind words though, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
wrldpossibility: PB M/S lovewrldpossibility on June 1st, 2009 04:10 am (UTC)
This was beautiful, Jess. Thank you for sharing it! Just as their wedding night would have gone, I think!
Jess: michael&sara  ||  hoursaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading, Amy! I guess any wedding night is better than one spent in prison.
bnleah: M/S happy endingbnleah on June 1st, 2009 04:36 am (UTC)

This was beautiful and makes me feel soooo happy. I wanna snuggle the non-epilogue-compliant category. I love that Michael is eager to start the honeymoon while she'd rather do a little more partying.

Jess: michael&sara  ||  parentalaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:38 pm (UTC)
Leah! *hugs* I feel like we haven't conversed in ages. Are you coming to the rewatch tonight?

And yes, BELLY TOUCHING. I knew you'd get a kick out of that. *g*
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min.: pb; epic lovegreeneyes_17 on June 1st, 2009 05:08 am (UTC)
this is awesome, you've totally made my day. thank you. (:
Jess: michael&sara  ||  fuzzyaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:38 pm (UTC)
you're welcome, and thank you for reading!
this isn't binanos.: pb | get in the trunk bitchadventurepants on June 1st, 2009 05:29 am (UTC)
Oh, them. ♥ You are good, best.
Jess: michael&sara  ||  gauzeaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:39 pm (UTC)
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Jess: michael&sara  ||  rubaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, Maureen, honestly I always look so forward to your comments no matter what my post is about. You always make me feel good, you're just so nice. I really like what you said about it being peaceful. Because that's just all I wanted for them in the end.

I'm really glad you liked it!
Rosie: Sara/Sucre dancerosie_spleen on June 1st, 2009 07:11 am (UTC)
You know what? You do 'feel good' fic (a very lame title, sorry) so very well - there's not an element of fluffiness or squelchiness, it's just fabulous.

And it makes me feel good, even though your previous fic about the birth of Michael Jnr was the opposite *g*

I loved it all, Jess, but it's the last paragraph that is very close to perfect. In character, charming, and a fantastic image of closure:

Hours later she's asleep in his arms -- she's been sleeping more and more frequently the last few weeks, he thinks with a smile, but it's not like she doesn't need it, or at the very least, hasn't earned it -- but his brain won't shut down

and the kiss to his chest. Lovely. Thanks. Your stories are very healing.
Jess: michael&sara  ||  paneaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, Rosie! I'm glad that you don't just think of this as fluff, because I really do try to keep it from being fluff for fluff's sake.

And happy fic is just so fun to write. I mean, I enjoyed writing my previous fic, but there's something about them being happy and safe that leaves me feeling more peaceful when I'm done!

Your stories are very healing.

*g* Except the one about Michael Jr's birth, right?
astreeblue on June 1st, 2009 07:43 am (UTC)
I just wake up and find this new story of yours!!

Touching, sweet and in character as usual!

and that sentence that I love "They're happy, they're healthy, they're a family. He is so lucky, and he's not going to take it for granted."
astreeblue on June 1st, 2009 07:46 am (UTC)
I think I am still sleepin, sorry for the too quick editing!!

Just the final need to say thank you..again!!
(no subject) - aboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Kirsty: Michael and Sara cutenesskirsty_strachan on June 1st, 2009 08:07 am (UTC)
OMG this is so perfect!

Utter cuteness!

Loveeee x
Jess: michael&sara  ||  benedictionaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Peter Pan: PB - Weddingsunnydust on June 1st, 2009 12:03 pm (UTC)
Oooh very nice !! I'm all mellow too now !
I absolutely loved it !
Jess: michael&sara  ||  lingeraboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)
Ha, I really did feel mellow when I was done! Thanks for reading!!
Jenny: mikesara:start something neweveningflares on June 1st, 2009 01:24 pm (UTC)
Oh this was wonderful, Jess.
*sighs happily*

I'm so glad you posted it!
Jess: michael&sara  ||  yachtaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:48 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you liked it! *hugs*

How's that header coming? *wink*
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Jess: michael&sara  ||  bargainaboutbefore on June 1st, 2009 07:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Your icon is beautiful.