Fic: Better

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Title: Better

Author: interpretthis

Fandom: Prison Break

Pairing: Alex/Sara

Rating: Mature

Summary: Alex breaks down and Sara’s there to comfort.

Warnings: Sex :)

Notes: Because it had to be written. As far as I’m concerned, Alex needs as much sex love sex & love as he can get. Spoilers for 2x19. Cross-posted to fichtner_fans and prison_breakfic .
 

The man was not well. Sara could see it in the way he folded into himself, shaking, trying to hide his fix as he downed the pills once more. Junkie. Everything about him screamed junkie. She watched as he grew more strung-out with each second, jittery, running his hands through his hair in frustration, agitation, anxiety, helplessness. There was something strangely beautiful about the scene. Heartbreaking.

He hadn’t taken well to her familiarity with addiction. She hadn’t been expecting him to. Junkies didn’t like to have their desperation noticed. Didn’t like to think it showed on their faces - in everything they did. Sara knew that well enough.

Alex leaned against the windowpane, staring into the street without really seeing it, knowing the girl was still behind him, scrutinizing his every move. Damn her. What did she know anyway? A lot, a small voice screamed at him. She knows you’re killing yourself.

“Shut up,” Alex whispered under his breath, clutching the windowsill, his knuckles paling. “Just shut up.”

“I haven’t said anything,” Sara sounded calm. As if she knew exactly what was going on with him.

Alex snapped, exploding, flipping around to face her, wanting nothing more than to end her with one twitch of the finger, one shot of the gun, one bullet was all it would take and...

“I WASN’T TALKING TO YOU!” He slipped down the wall, head in his hands, dry sobs wracking his worn body. He heard her get up. Fine. She could leave. He didn’t particularly fucking care anymore. As a matter of fact, he’d rather just bring the barrel of the gun to his own temple. Fuck, but it would be so easy. Over just like that. Over. Done. Gone. Dead. What beautiful words.

It was a moment before Alex realized the girl was slipping down beside him. He held his breath. Didn’t look up. Squeezed his eyes shut, palms over his face, fingertips curling in across his forehead to grip disheveled hair. Her arms came around him then, pulling him in to rest against her chest. She was warm. So warm. Her scent calmed him and made him nervous all at once. He felt her heart beating evenly in her chest. Strong beats. And he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to do.

He let his hands fall away from his face. Kept his eyes shut. Let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding as Sara’s fingers began to run through his hair. She ‘shh’ed him softly, and he realized he was still sobbing. There were no tears. He didn’t know how to cry properly anymore.

Sara held him closer against her breast, pulling him up so his head lay in the crook of her neck, still stroking, heart still beating calmly. Strongly. He drew in a sharp breath as he felt her lips against his temple leaving soft, comforting kisses. His sobs slowly died down to even breathing.

A few minutes passed before Alex allowed himself to open his eyes. He didn’t move. Stared at Sara’s knee. Stared. He turned his head up to face her, and she was right there. Sad eyes. Caring face. Right there.

They were kissing before he knew what was happening. She pressed into him softly, hands curling up his neck to grasp through his hair, lips moving together as soft kisses started and ended and started again. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling them both from a sitting position until they were lying on the carpeted floor, limbs tangled with limbs, Sara’s back to the wall. Lips pressed flush together, giving way to broken, swallowed moans. Sara wedged her crooked leg in between Alex’s own, brushing ever so softly across the hard junction of his thighs, drawing a breathy moan from him as he clutched his fingers desperately through her hair, attempting to crush her closer, meld her into him, their kisses growing ever more feverish. Sara groaned, digging dips into Alex’s jacketed arm as he lowered a hand to cup her clothed breast, sliding the pad of his thumb over the peak of her nipple. Jackets and shirts were discarded in a rush of need to feel flesh on flesh. Sara exhaled in a moan, clutched Alex to her, pushing her bare breasts up against his chest.

The remainder of their clothes were shucked in a hurry. Sara eased him over until he lay on his back. She straddled his waist, running her hands through his soft hair, sun-streaked from the light pouring in through the window. They paused briefly, a short moment to meet each other’s eyes and share their uncertainty and confusion and desire and understanding. Sara lowered herself onto him, gripping his shoulders with a hiss, moving slowly at first before increasing the speed. Alex pulled her down for a kiss, giving a desperate whisper of a moan, cool fingers brushing across the curve of her breast. They pushed together, riding to a high, sweat mingling and groans fading into the comfort of the room. The sun streamed through the window, alighting them both with splotches of warm light. Sara rubbed her thumb against Alex’s nipple and he shuddered, threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer. He needed her closer. He pushed up into her, arching his back, eyes closed as he whispered incoherently under his breath, softly gripping her cheeks, pulling her down for needy kiss after kiss. They came together, shuddering and bucking one last time before tumbling back to the floor. Sara’s back rested against the wall as Alex gripped her naked form to his own, still trembling from the emotional onslaught.

They reveled in the quiet, lazy solitude of the sun-splashed room. Their own corner of the world, at least for now. Sara drew slow, calming circles across the small of his back with one palm as she took to smoothing his hair once again, his face buried against her shoulder.

“Sara?” Alex’s whisper caused her breath to catch in her chest. She grasped him closer, putting her lips to his ear and kissing, brushing her hair against his own, savoring his closeness.

“Mmm?” Sara continued to trace along his back, drawing circles and suns and the way Alex made her feel connected and loved.

“I don’t know what to do.” He kissed her neck and clutched her closer. She let out a sigh against his ear. Kissed his jaw. Again and again and again and again and buried her face against his neck. He smelled like soap and sex and dulled confusion and desperation and the slightest bit of accepting calm, and she kissed him again, on the shoulder this time. There were no words. No words because there were no relevant words to be spoken. No solution to the greatest problem yet. Not yet. 

They breathed deeply, each taking in the other, their physical closeness contrasting sharply with their lack of actual knowledge of the other. They knew little more than names. And junkie. Both junkies. There was that. Connection. Just connection really.

FIN

 

Comments

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Aw, that's frustrating about the comments. And I doubt they'd go Alex/Sara, but it would be so crazy if both Alex and Michael were stuck vying for her attentions. If Alex ended up falling for her and...well, not going to happen, but it would be so, so fun. But I still love more than anything the wonderful that is Alex/Michael, so I could deal with Sara being out of the picture altogether (in a nice way). :)