As his eyes moved from mine to my body, down my chest, breasts, I took my hand and cupped his cheek, pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met in a slow kiss, the heat from the water mixing with the heat between us. His hands slid up my back, and i melted into him, all the fear of the past few days washing away.
- your tattoo, - said Michael, referring to the tattoo on my ribs - makes you more tempting. - i smiled at him, widely and responded.
- thank you Scofield - i muttered, - your's are not just tattoos, are they?
He shook his head - everything is a plan.
- my father taught me to be always ahead of the plan. You're similar. - i whispered pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.
- you have been through so much. - He reached up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing against my skin.
- It's not your fault, - I said softly. - I just do not want you to try to fix me.
- I don't want to fix you, - he said, his voice steady. - I just want to be with you. I don't think l've ever met anyone like you before. - Michael leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and i closed her eyes again.
- you're really going to do it, aren't you? - i murmured, pulling back just enough to look at him again.
- yes, - he admitted. - and you want me to come with me.
- Michael - i whispered.
- yes?
- can i tell you something? - i asked him, looking into his eyes.
- yeah, you can.
- if you need. I .. i can help you - mumbled, biting my lower lip.
- what are talking about? - he asked softly.
- my father being the rich mafia boss he is. He gifted me a private plane, when told him i wanted to live in Paris.
- Emma .. I want you to have a life away from the mob. - he said, cupping my face with his hands.
- i know, but he is still my father. And the plane is only mine. It's not as big as his, but still is a plane. And the villa - i whispered the last part.
- what?
- the villa Michael. Father has a house and no one expect our family knows about it. We could live there. Me, you, Lincoln and his son. - i whispered with hope in my eyes.
- i have to think about it Emma - Michael said breathing out slowly, i nodded.
- i get it.
- where's that house? - he asked after a little while.
- st. Lucia
- i'll keep it in mind. - he said and i smiled.
- my mom wanted to live there, away from everyone, but she died and dad never told anyone about it.
We left the shower, clean but also assured we had one another. Michael's touch was small but it was there, hand on my lower back barely touching as we made our way to the cells. After the shower the guard came saying, that my father was here.
- what are you doing in here? - i asked him, when i sat down on the chair.
- i came to see you. I heard you have something going on in here.
- and you came to threaten me? - i asked cocking a brow, and he laughed.
- baby you're my daughter. And no i didn't came here for that. Michael Scofield, right? - he gave me a smile. The one when he got the answer right.
- so? - his words were kind, but i wasn't sure.
- when I'm out, I'm going to live in the villa - i stated and his eyes lit up.
- your mom's dream - he managed to whisper.
- yes it was.
- do whatever. I never realised it was what you wanted - he said looking into my eyes.
- me too. Now i do know
- fine. Give me a call and i'll make it up to you - he said, standing up.
- dad? - i asked before he could leave.
- yeah? - he answered, but i did not say anything, just hugged him.
- thank you - i said and he hugged me back.
- anything for my girl.
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Favourite episode to write so far.
Emma and Lee's reunion >
