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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 4:43 pm Post subject: Sara....The Healer
Hey,.....I usually write short ff but I got carried away with this one....Hope you enjoy spending the next 10 minutes of your time reading this.....Oh Yeah,I hope you enjoy fairy tales.........
Disclaimer : Since I do not own Prison Break, it should be alright if I have a bit of fun right?
Once upon a time, in a land called Fox-Upon-River, there lived a king. A wise, gentle, kind and noble king, named King Henry. Sadly, the King Henry suffered a constant headache. You see, he ruled over a land where men a plenty but women were scarce. His beloved Queen had bestowed him a son but their heir had learned from an early age of the kingdom’s problem and had decided to seek his fortune elsewhere. In other words, he had ventured to a land where women are more available and he could stop subscribing to magazines that offered mail order brides.
Although King Henry never mentioned it, he had always longed for a daughter. But after his wife left him (no she didn’t run off with another eligible bachelor in the kingdom, she died of a broken heart. Well, actually a heart attack but at that time a broken heart sounded more romantic) he didn’t marry another. So the chance to have a daughter with his wife was not possible. Hence, he took up model building. Buildings of wonder. Buildings that he had no knowledge of how to build. You see, he ordered the Taj Mahal and the dome part just got him frustrated and had him taking more pain killers for his new headache. The thing just kept falling down and mistaking the lubricant for glue didn’t help. …but that’s another story.
One day, while reading through the kingdom’s immigrations records (he was bored to death you see) he noticed of a new comer that seem to have knowledge of buildings. He never heard of the term “Structural Engineer” but he was sure that it related buildings. He was sure if he ever had a daughter she would have found the term or designation rather sexy. So after scouring the kingdom, he finally found the young man. The handsome young man. Sexy, eyes that fill your wildest cream..er…dream, absolutely a total-sent-a-heart thumping young man.
Michael Scofield, the kingdom’s soon to be resident hottie was initially was not interested as he had a much urgent agenda. Finally after much persuasion and promised of free lodging and free access to the castle’s basketball court, the king finally managed to convinced the young man……the adorable and certainly possessing a-to-die for smirk young man, to work for him on his Taj Mahal.
After days of working together, King Henry and Michael became good friends. He realized that this was something that he never got to do with his own son. Over time, I mean after working overtime on some nights, Michael finally voiced out his sorrow to the king. He was actually looking for his brother, Lincoln Burrows, who had disappeared suddenly. The King asked Michael many questions about his childhood and family history. Michael was surprised when King Henry finally laughed and told him that his search was over.
Lincoln Burrows, it seemed was put under a witness protection program after some political mishap (that was totally unromantic and unfairy tale like) and placed under King Henry’s care. He now goes by another moniker, as when he first came to the castle, he was made to work in the kitchen and washed dishes all day. Hence the name, Linc the Sink was born. As time went by the head cook found his true love (his own cooking tv programme) and had left the castle, leaving the place full of hungry people. That’s when Lincoln stepped in and cooked up some mean Blueberry Pancakes. Since then he was made Head Cook.
Under the King’s request Lincoln was called from the kitchen where he was preparing Macaroni & Cheese for lunch that day. The reunion was a tear jerker and the brothers sat crying the whole day. Seeing the brothers, the king was very happy. But deep inside, he still longed for a daughter.
One day, the three men decide to go for a ride. The carriage was too girly for Lincoln, the wagon was too high for King Henry to climb on (did I mentioned that he was afraid of heights?) and Michael just wanted to look cool. So they rode into the forest on stallions and headed for the pond under the waterfall for a swim.
Stripping off his shirt, Michael dived into the cool water and didn’t hear King Henry’s warning. He grazed his head against the side of a rock and blood flowed turning the water around him pink. (Red is just too gory) Lincoln pulled him out of the water. Both dripping wet and looking terribly, terribly hot, (they both have good genes and look good in jeans especially wet jeans) the brothers sat on a rock. (By right the men in this era should be wearing tights. But for the sake of keeping our sanity intact, I’ve decided that the brothers wore jeans. Now stop imagining them in tights and continue reading!) King Henry was just about to bring out his horn to alert his guards, when the branches from a nearby tree parted and out stepped a beautiful red haired maiden.
Dressed in a Forest Green long dress that complimented her smooth creamy complexion and mesmerizing hazel eyes, with a high slit along one side that showed off her long, well toned and sexy leg, laced down the back that clinched her tiny waist to distraction and a tight bodice with an alluring and low cut neckline that summons an open-mouthed reaction to the ample cleavage that plays peek-a-boo, the maiden stood legs apart (shows off more leg) in front of the shocked and drooling Michael.
After taking a look at the young man’s (yeah the sexy one) injury, she knelt down and unknowingly caused the injured man to suddenly feel faint, not from the lost of blood, but from the view that she just flashed him of her thigh and neck. While she was administering simple first aid to his cut, King Henry and Lincoln were making bets on when the couple will make out.
After softly blowing on the cut to ease the stink of the balm that she had applied, Michael took her small smooth hands in his big ones, turned it over and place a chaste kiss o her wrist. (1, 2, 3,,,,aawwwww). They introduced themselves and then spent the next few minutes just staring into each other’s eyes, a smile playing on their lips and fingers still entwined.
Sara. Sara Tancredi was her name.
Michael whispered her name a few times until Lincoln knocked the back of his head, to stop him from sounding like a broken record, not to mention looking s-t-u-p-i-d in front of the lovely Sara. King Henry stepped forward and Sara’s eyes widened upon seeing him. She apologized for being in the private “Reserved for The King and His Family Only” forest and promised to remove herself from it as soon as darkness came. Curious as to her anxiousness, the King enquired of her haste and secrecy.
Standing with the setting sun behind her giving her an aura of mystic beauty, not to mention projecting the best damn silhouette of a woman’s figure in the kingdom, she told the trio of her flight from her father who wanted to marry her off to some Prince who was only interested in her ability to gather herbs, a certain kind of hallucinating causing herbs, for his little side business. If, you know what I mean. Being a healer, she was also the object of father’s discontentment. He wanted her to open a clinic that provides only for the rich and famous but she insisted on working and helping the poor in their kingdom. (Sigh….isn’t that sweet of her?)
After her lengthy explanation and lack of the sun’s light to show off her figure, the King, snapped his fingers to stop the brothers from drooling and suggested that Sara return with them to the castle. Without further ado, Michael lifted her on his horse and swung up to sit behind her. Lifting her on to his lap, he carefully adjusted his cloak around her and whispered his concern that she might be feeling cold. Sara wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. The night air suddenly turned a degree or two warmer.
On the journey towards the castle, King Henry thought about Sara’s sleeping arrangement. Due to the fumigation, the guest wing was out of bounds and pronounced unsafe till end of next week. As a man who still mourns for his late wife, his own room was sacred. Further more, he didn’t want anyone to know of his action figures collection that he played with before he turned in for the night.
Lincoln’s room was next to the kitchen where on some nights, when his culinary inspiration arose, he’ll work on a new recipe all night. So that left only Michael’s room. Well, actually his old room.
A room that has a balcony that gives a panoramic view of the lake and green mountains beyond. The room boast a king size poster bed with ceiling mirrors and satin sheets. An adjoining bathroom that featured a bathtub for two (I don’t think they had invented the Jacuzzi yet) and of course a full length mirror. There was also a fireplace where many romantic candle light dinners were set but on many occasions the food was left cold. Ahem!
Now the only problem was to convince Sara of the sleeping arrangement but looking at the two of them cuddling and whispering on the back of the horse, King Henry didn’t foresee any problems. If need be, he could always hint Michael to fake a concussion that required an all night supervision from a qualified healer. He was sure the healer in Sara will naturally surface.
With that, he smiled contentedly and praised himself for playing cupid to his young friend. A friend, that he considered son. If all turned well, he’ll gain a daughter too!
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:21 pm Post subject:
ABSOLUTELY!
i'm gonna hunt you till the premiere if you don't continue it! it's just...fairytalery (so NOT a word ) with the right amount of dirtyness _________________
Credit for that goes to my Dirty, Evil Twin aka coldfire ;)
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:27 pm Post subject:
TO BE CONTINUED?? Is that a question?? do you really need to ask that Ros??? Of course to be continued!!!! and soon...please
This is certanly a fairytale i will tell if i ever have a little girl ( i´ll adjust some content, so feel free to expand on the dirtyness "fairytale style"! ) _________________ SAVE PUSHING DAISIES
Built for security against intruders, the door of the King’s former room which was made of solid oak was thick and heavy, which act as a solid wall that was able to withstand Michael’s weight and Sara’s as she pinned him against it while kissing him senseless! They had been at it for the past quarter of an hour and still there seemed to be some spot of each other’s lips that they have missed.
After being convinced by the King that Sara would be safest in Michael’s room as he is a very honorable and trustworthy young man (good looking too!), at which Lincoln actually giggled, they all retired to their respective rooms. The minute the door was closed, Michael found himself pushed against the door and was gladly molested by the growling healer. A dream come true for him.
Their kiss (ok… their hot ravishing not made for tv kiss) was not their first. They had one quick yet thorough session in a tavern (olden day form of bar or pub) some nights ago where they first met. Neither of them was drunk, (is that a compliment?) but their short heated session was cut short due to their respective agenda. Sara had to make a getaway when she realized her father’s guards were surrounding her. Although, the guards were out of their usual armor uniform and minus their lance, their dark glasses were still perched on their noses at 3 o’clock in the morning was a dead giveaway. Michael on the other hand, (metaphorically speaking as his hands were inside Sara’s dress at that moment) was called away by his contact who was also his long time friend, Fernando Sucre. They met years ago at a spelling competition, where Michael won because he could spell “passion” without an “h”.
So although, they both knew that what transpired between them was not just hot steamy make out session, (in fairy tale term it meant they knew it was love at first sight with the possibility of a happily ever after ending) they had to each go their separate ways. In their haste to fix their buttons, (yes they do have buttons at that time..woo-hoo for me!) laces, buckles and other fastenings, they shared a quick last kiss and made their exits. It was only later when they both sat under different trees, miles apart from one another, staring at surprisingly the same stars in the Milky Way and rem .. remisnicing .. remini .. er recalling their earlier hot make out session, that they realized of their little oversight. They both realized it when after taking a deep breath and closing their eyes to whisper each other’s name, nothing came out.
But now, their names are like a mantra coming out of each others lips, when they managed to stop for breath, that is. Clothes were soon trailing on the floor and Michael’s honorable intention of taking things slow, so that he could have a play by play playing in his mind later, was totally forgotten. Sara, who a few hours ago, all gentle, soft and virginal was now totally wild and thoroughly arousing!
The sturdy made to withstand earthquake bed, rocked with their highly gyrating motion. Hands were everywhere and every touched evoked a moan or growl that was loud enough to wake the dead. But luckily, their room was on the highest floor so the night air carried their erotic sounds of ecstasy to the full moon that was smiling brightly. Rolling from one side of the bed to the other, Michael and Sara performed their own little game of who got to be on top. At last Michael relented and allowed Sara to have her way and settled her cute little butt astride his hips. Not that he admitted defeat but in one of their “rolling” sessions, he saw the mirror on the ceiling. A smirk grew which drove Sara absolutely wild and started attacking his neck and chest with little bites and kisses. A breathless reminder from Michael reminded her of her promise earlier to show him her riding skills.
She rode him till the both scream in unison at their respective phenomenal higher-than-Mount Everest-almost-reaching-the-distant-galaxy orgasmic wonder (sounds totally exhausting doesn’t it?).
Slowly, descending from their heavenly plateau, (breathless and panting like after a 10 mile hike through the jungles in South America….Ooops! Sorry that don’t sound romantic does it?...mmmm) Michael gently rolled Sara to his side and tucked her soft pliant body to his side. It was then that Sara noticed the overhead mirror and started to journey her fingers down his chest and taut stomach and then lower and lower still, before resting her capable fingers against his family jewels. His hand glided down her smooth back to settle on her derriere. Holding on to what mattered to them most, each other’s heart (need I remind you that this is a fairy tale? So let’s try to keep it clean shall we?), they both fell asleep.
Sometime during the night, Sara woke up at Michael’s gentle insistence. It took a bit longer for her to respond to his request as his lips were causing havoc on her semi-conscious mind. Whispering his name she finally opened her drowsy sexually aroused eyes to find his smiling at her. With gentleness that brought tears to Sara’s eyes, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the balcony. At her questioning expression, he explained that if he is right, there should be a comet shooting across the sky in a few moments. And he would like to share the celestial moment with her.
Leaning his back against the side of the balcony wall, he folded her in his arms. His arms rested on her naked breast, her back warmed against his chest, his aroused manhood coddled between her thighs, her head tucked below his chin, a blanket protecting them from the cool night air and with Michael’s breathing seeming like a melody to her ears, they waited of the comet.
The piece of history in the sky soon rocketed pass them and left them in awe. They both made a wish and by some miracle coincidence, the same one, that is to be with one another till eternity. (sigh) Turning Sara in his arms, he began to pepper her sensuous neck with kisses that was soft but burns right to her soul. Giving herself up to his mind-blowing administrations, the blanket was led to fall on to the floor and the both stood under the stars naked and body and soul fused as one.
A love song. A ballad. A melodious mixture of beautiful verse and harp (I don’t think they had a piano back then) lightly filled the night air and drifted up to the balcony. Momentarily lifting his lips from hers, he managed to capture the song and softly sang the meaningful lyrics. Holding her in his arms, they slowly swayed and moved to the balladic tune. Locking her eyes with his own intense and passion filled ones, Sara listened to the words that flew out of his mouth and tears shimmered her eyes at the beautiful poetry. (Why don’t we listen to the actual song and imagine Michael singing it to her, mmmmm?)
(I hope the video works if not the song I have chosen is by Jim Brickman feat. Wayne Brady and the song is Beautiful)
The song ended and they whispered their heart desires and confession of love for one another. With gentle ease, Michael lifted her back into is arms and this time carried her to bed minus the wild and urgent need as they had a few hours ago. This time, they slowly explore every inch of each other. This time, learning each other’s sensitive spots and maximizing them to highest heights.
This time, Michael led the way into a much slower act of love making (he got to be on top and in control…hehehe!). This time, the unhurried entrance brought grasps of pleasure from both their lips. This time, the union of their bodies were further intensified with the dueling of their tongues and Sara’s victory in sucking his. This time, their climax was more explosive from the first. This time, they cried from the intensity of their passion and adoration before Michael still impaled in her, fell asleep on her breast and they both rode on the boat to peaceful slumber, with Sara’s arms wrapped protectively and possessively around him.
SHALL WE CONTINUE THIS ANOTHER TIME? _________________
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:40 am Post subject:
Of course we shall Milady!!!
Don´t worry Ros, i´m sure íf i ever do have a daugther she will definitly inherit the MiSa love gene, and i will gradually let her read your work in the original version... when she is much much more older, but until then i can adjust your fairy tale ( well maybe i should skip most of this chapter and just say they "hang out" together A LOT ) _________________ SAVE PUSHING DAISIES
Joined: 20 Nov 2007 Posts: 1525 Location: On a small busy island call home
Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 4:05 am Post subject:
Joana,...."Hang out"?....hehhehe!...that sounds very innocent!......btw, I think you have to skip the whole chapter.....coz if you've noticed they were totally bare from start to finish.....and there's nothing innocent about that certain part "hanging out"....hehhe! _________________
Lincoln knew his baby brother’s habits very well, especially his eating habit. He knew Michael’s way to signify the end of his meal. The men found it unmanly but women found it utterly provocative, sensuous and erotically desirable. They have been known to stare unashamedly. Some stood rooted transfixed with lust in their eyes. Some even drooled. Without doubt, that was what Sara was doing (all three actions) at that time.
As soon as Michael finished his meal, he would down the last of his drink and placed his mug down and tap his finger on the rim. While doing this, his lips will be slightly open and his tongue would slowly lick off the remaining taste left on those lips. The tip of his tongue would slowly, (Lincoln swears that you could actually hear a pin drop since all the ladies in the room would hold their breaths and remained still while their eyes remained glued to Michael’s mouth)…. Travel along his lips, starting from the left side of his top lip all the way to the right and then slightly sucked his bottom lip before continuing his tongue’s journey from the right side of his bottom lip to the left. Then he ends it with biting his bottom lip softly before exhaling like he just had one-hell-of-a-satisfying make out session! To end the highly mesmerizing act, he would slowly close his eyes, tilt his head back, take a deep breath (that expands his broad chest) and then slowly exhale. He would then look forward, while opening his eyes and then lift an eyebrow and release a satisfactory smirk. Some of his audience would sigh and fall to the floor about now.
Fortunately, Sara’s head was in her hand with her elbow resting on the table. Or else she would have made a heap on the floor at Michael’s feet!
It was only at Lincoln’s hand rapping on the breakfast table and the King’s chuckling that made Michael and Sara turned their attention towards them. They were curious as to why Lincoln was holding his palm out to King Henry and wiggling his eyebrows at the same time. They were very surprised when the King gave him some coins.
Apparently, Lincoln had made a bet with the King that Michael and Sara will be so engrossed with one another at the breakfast table that they will not notice anything around them. The couple was about to deny that fact when they suddenly realized that the King was wearing Lincoln’s apron and a flower over his ear. They all laughed at the situation.
The King was truly happy and this went on for years. He was happy that he had two adopted sons and a daughter. But being a wise King, he knew that the brothers will eventually leave him. Naturally Michael would be taking his personal Healer with him. With them, King Henry occasionally gets his headache. Their constant sneaking around to find another make out corner drove him crazy. Once he found them in the throne room behind the tapestry. He would have believed that they were just repairing the old cloth that had been hanging there for as long as he could remember, if not for the fact that Michael was without his shirt and Sara’s leg was around his hip. Their arms around one another tight. He was still recovering from the nightmares when he found them in front of the fire place in the dining room. He told himself that, that was the last time he would ever venture down into the dining room after midnight.
The day finally came when a messenger came with the news of rumors that Lincoln’s identity and whereabouts have been revealed. That meant that Lincoln was no longer safe where he was. They had to move him elsewhere. Plans were immediately made. The King gave the brothers a quarter of his kingdom assets and gave them the location of a secret hiding place that only he and his late wife knew. Michael arranged for Sucre to pick them up and they were to leave as soon as possible.
Their goodbyes were short but a teary one. Michael made the King promise to send word to them if ever he needed help. He also promised to build a villa for the King just in case he wanted to retire. Sara, knowing how sad the King was, held him in a tight embrace and softly whispered a promise that if they ever meet again, the King will be happy. Lincoln hugged the King and whispered another bet. They parted and the King laughed. With the tide and moon to guide them, they sailed on Sucre’s ship that he called “The Merry Cruise”.
Years passed before they finally met again.
The minute King Henry touched his feet on the soil he once called home before he was made King, he tossed a coin to Lincoln.
Lincoln had made a bet years ago that when they meet again, Michael would have build a house as big as a castle and King Henry will be surrounded by seven girls with red hair and all dancing around him and addressed him as “Grandfather” as soon as he reach their home.
He was contented. He found not only a daughter but gained seven beautiful granddaughters. Their parents Michael and Sara were still very much in love never failed to show their love thru gentle touches and lingering looks and soft whispers, just like the day they met.
In his happiness, King Henry forgot his own promise to himself and went down to the dining room after midnight for a drink. His nightmare was almost relived but this time he smiled.
For the second time he found Michael and Sara in front of the fire place in the dining room. But this time, they were sleeping and Michael’s hand was subconsciously rubbing Sara swollen belly.
Sara, The Healer, not only heal the sick but also heal Michael of his loneliness, heal Lincoln of his fear of not getting to be an Uncle before 45 and heal the King of his yearn to have a daughter.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 2:48 am Post subject:
Hey Joana,....Thank you, glad you like my version of a fairy tale.
Btw, ...One kid for every inch?!?!?!?!?.....mmmmm I wonder what happens when they have more children?....Is it possible to have an extension?.......OOoohhhhhhh!!!!....maybe in another fairy tale....hehehhehe! _________________
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) with the right amount of dirtyness 
YAY Ros!!! Fabulous ending Milady! 