Next morning Sara woke up with her head on his arm and one hand was resting on his forearm. The room was bathed in sunlight, the bedroom curtains were closed, but they didn't shut the bedroom door, so the room was lit up.

Michael was still sleeping, judging by the steady breathing and his closed eyes. The sheet was down on his hip, covering him modestly, but left his entire upper body to be roamed by Sara's eyes. This was the first time she has seen the entire tattoo, well the chest piece to be correctly. She saw both chest and back when they were on the boat of course, but then she didn't notice the tattoo much as she was busy being nervous about what Michael was thinking about her body.

In Fox River she had only seen the arms and a little on the lower abdomen when she examined him. She was fascinated. She remembered the rumour that he had the blueprint tattooed on him. So now she was trying to see if she saw them.

Sara was so focused on the dark ink that she didn't notice Michael stirring and then waking up, finding her sitting on her knees beside him. Michael raised one hand and caressed her arm, from the shoulder to the elbow up and down.

"Good morning." Michael smiled at her.

Sara got startled a bit and looked at him and smiled back. "Good morning." Sara bent down and gave him a kiss. She traced the tattooed angel on his chest with one finger. "Michael, is it true you have the blueprints tattooed? Are they hidden in here?"

"Yes."

"But where? I only see the angels and demons. I can see some lines in the background arches, but I don't see them connected with each other to form blueprints."

"You have to look closer."

Sara looked a little guilty. "I have already. I took the liberty while you were sleeping just now."

"You have?" Michael smiled.

"Yes, sorry."

"No, don't be. You can look as much as you want to and any time. So that means you don't find them repulsive, you are not disgusted by them?"

"Not at all, they are fascinated. Together with these white sheets or the white shirt you were yesterday, the contrast between the white and black ink is sexy."

"I'm happy you like them."

Sara saw how his smile faded a bit and heard something in his voice. "You don't like them?"

"Not very much no. They have served their purpose now. I couldn't remember the way in my head and after two weeks of frustration of not getting it right, I got the idea from the pizza delivery woman. She had a tank top on that left her arms bare and she had both arms tattooed, full sleeves. So I wondered, if I could hide the blueprints in a tattoo, then I don't have to remember the way, I could just look when I need to. Until you answered my letter, my tattoo's was a reminder of what I had done, that I would never see you again."

"But how could someone tattooing so good, that invisible blueprints are embedded in it, because I still can't see the lines connecting with each other? If you are covering the lines with another motive to disguise the blueprints, then they would be covered, right?"

"I found the best tattoo artist in Chicago. She was amazing. It's a masterpiece she said. To me it was just a part of the plan and now I have to live with it the rest of my life, so I'm very happy that you like them and not feeling you can't stand them."

"There was one FBI agent that was very interested in your tattoos. He came and asked me and Katie about them several times."

"Oh yeah? What did he want to know? Didn't he look at the pictures? They did take photos of my tattoos when I was admitted to prison, part of the procedure."

"I guess he was. He asked if you ever talked about them, if you mention any clues or hidden message in them. If I had noticed anything in them."

"What did you say?"

"Well, I only saw your forearms and didn't look at the motive, just noticed it was still fresh, that you had done it recently. I was wondering why he was asking me that. Did he think you would tell me?"

"I was just wondering that myself. Did he really think I would go to all this trouble of hiding them, then to blurt about it, unveil the secrets to people?"

"So there is more than the blueprints hidden in here?" Sara stopped using only her fingers a while ago, now she was caressing his chest and abdomen with both her hands.

"Yes, there are places, numbers, chemical formulas and detail information I needed." Michael gasped when Sara's hands went low. "If you want me to continue, you have to stop doing that. I have a hard time concentrate."

Sara smiled. "You meant like this." Sara's hands went even lower down this time. She saw how his eyes darkened a bit. "I want to hear about every details in the tattoos, all the secrets, but it can wait for another time."

Sara removed the sheet that covered both her and Michael, straddled him and bent down to let some kisses do what her fingers did before. Michael held his hands at her waist and let his hands travel up to cup her breasts. He stroked over her nipples and now it was Sara's turn to gasp. She lifted her head and their gazes met briefly before Michael's mouth came crashing on hers.

They kissed hard and demanding. If last night's lovemaking was slow and tentative, this was completely different. Now it was hot and wild, both of them not holding anything back.

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Sara lay on top of Michael, her head against the crook of his neck, breathing in the intoxicated mixture of Michael, sex and sweat. She was trying to catch her breath, waiting for her heart to stop beating so fast. Michael wasn't making it easy for her, because his hands were on her lower back, dangerously close to her buttocks.

She just discovered that particular part of her body was very sensitive, she never noticed it before, or maybe it was the way Michael touched her. Every time he touched her there, her desire increased, her pleasure more intensified. She definitely felt more than she ever felt before.

Sara raised her head so she could look down on his face. Michael turned his head when he felt her move. He looked at her and saw how happy and how content she looked. Her warm big smile and her beautiful eyes.

"Can we go out with your boat today? Sail around and found a secluded bay to bath in, like we did the other day?" Sara asked.

"Sure, we can do that. I just need to swing by my room to grab some things and we have to stop at the market to buy some food."

"Great. I will take a shower." Sara gave him a quick kiss before she left the bed. She didn't bother to cover herself walking the few steps to the bathroom.

Michael admired her slim body. "Do you mind if I join you?" Michael heard the water being turned on.

Sara popped out her head through the open door. "Not at all."

Michael rose from the bed and joined Sara in the shower.

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Lincoln saw Michael and Sara come walking hand in hand from his position in the hammock. They looked very happy, smiling, laughing and talking to each other.

"Good morning, you two."

"Morning Linc."

"Good morning, Lincoln."

"I will only be a minute." Michael said and went inside. As he passed Lincoln he heard.

"I don't need to ask you the same question today, do I?" Lincoln said with a big grin.

"Shut up!" Michael replied.

Lincoln turned his attention to Sara. "So doc, how do you like it here?"

"It's fantastic. It was a long time ago since I spent time at a beach, I'm not sure I know when that was even. In fact, it was a long time since I had a real vacation. I don't want to go home to the cold and the snow."

"Yeah, I don't miss that."

Michael came out with a small bag in his hand. "I'm done. Are you ready? Shall we go?"

"Yes." Sara smiled and took Michael's hand he offered her.

"What are you guys up to today?" Lincoln asked.

"We are gonna sail out with the yacht. Don't be alarmed if we don't return tonight, we might stay out all night."

"Okay. Have fun." Lincoln said with an even bigger grin.

Neither Michael or Sara missed the underlying meaning of that phrase.

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Michael stood at the helm thinking. He wished they could stay like this, that she wouldn't have to go home. Sara was everything he expected her to be when he got to know her better. What he thought she would be like from those short moments they spend together. He wanted more time with her, more time for them. He wanted a lifetime with her, in fact.

Was it too soon to tell her that he already loved her? Would she be frightenened? Would she be appalled? That it was too soon? They had only known each other for that 1 month in Fox River where they had daily contact, then 4 months of nothing, then 2 months of talking on the phone and now these 5 days they have spent time here.

If he wasn't mistaken, he thought she felt the same. He could see it in her eyes. He haden't been wrong that she felt something back in Fox river and now those feelings was stronger, possibly even love. He hoped she had strong feelings for him too, and wanted them to be together.

He couldn't bare if she was going home and to never come back. That he would never see her again is the worst punishment he can think of now. He would rather spend the rest of his life in prison, then never to see her again.

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They had finished their lunch and Sara was resting in Michael's arms, with her back against his chest and stomach.

"Sara."

"Mm-mm."

"Have you given any thoughts about the future? Is there a future for us? Have you reached a decision about what you are gonna do the day after tomorrow?"

Sara's whole body stiffened up and she turned around so she could look at him. "What do you mean, Michael? My decision? I thought it was our decision. I thought we were in this together."

"We are, but..."

"I know we haven't talked about it, but I thought we had something, something more than just friendship and casual sex. That we felt more than that and it was mutually."

"We have something special and I do feel more than that. But you are the one that has to take the risks to be with me, you have to lie to your friends, colleagues and especially to your father, you have to do the travel everytime just to see me. Is not an easy relationship to be in. All I can do is to provide money for the plane tickets and the phone bill. So that's why it has to be your decision. But I so hope this isn't the last time I will ever see you, hold you, kiss you, that you do come back soon."

Sara relaxed at his words and the smile returned. "So let's have a long distance relationship then, because I definitely will come back. I don't want to leave her, leave you. I want more."

"I have deliberately avoided mentioning this issue, because I don't want to think about the day when you have to leave me and go home. I want you here, in my arms. I love you, Sara. These days with you only confirmed my feelings for you that I felt back in Fox River. That I fell in love with you from the moment I saw you."

Sara gasped in amazement. "Oh, Michael." She brought her fingers up and touched her lips, then touched his lips while staring deeply into his eyes. A little smile formed on her lips, she took his head in both her hands, one hand on each cheek and kissed him. "I love you, Michael. I thought I was the only one to feel so strong already. I thought it was too soon to be feeling like this."

Michael pulled Sara into his lap so they could kiss some more. When their hands were caressing and touching not so innocent parts of the body, it was time to go down below and to their bed.

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Sara woke up and found herself alone in bed. She wondered how long they slept this time. This was the fourth time they made love today. After the third time when they declared their love to each other, they took a little nap. After they woke up, they went for a swim. And when they had been resting in the shade close together, Sara had studied his tattoos again. She had traced the figures and lines with her fingers until Michael had been ready to explode if he didn't get to touch and kiss her back. Michael had taken her hand and they ended back in bed.

Sara had never had sex this much on the same day before. Just thinking about it made her body tingling for more, aching for him. What has gotten into her? She was not like this usually, or so she thinks. The years when she was using is a bit fuzzy for some periods. Her memory from that time isn't that great, so she may have been. But in the last relationship, she had been sober and she definitely didn't want to have sex with him all day long. Once a week was enough then.

But now she wanted Michael here, beside her, naked and ready for round five. Maybe it was because this was her second last day, she had to go home the day after tomorrow.

Sara got dressed, or dressed was a strong word, she only put on her panties and Michael's shirt she found on the floor. She buttoned it with two buttons, just so it covered her and rolled up the sleeves. Sara went up on deck and got surprised that the sunset already had begun. They must have slept quite some time then.

She had seen more sunsets this week than she had in her entire life almost. You don't see that many sunsets or sunrises for that matter in downtown Chicago. She was fascinated by all the colors, red, orange, yellow to the blue water, it was spectacular.

Sara was so in awe of mother nature's sight, that she didn't notice that Michael has sneaked up on her until he put his arms around her from behind. She leaned her head back against his shoulder.

"It's so beautiful."

"You are beautiful, so very beautiful." Michael whispered in her ear.

Sara turned around in his arms, put her arms around his neck. "Yeah? You are kinda handsome yourself." She caressed him from the neck and up over the back of his head. She loved the feeling of his crew cut hair under her fingers. "I was attracted to you from the very moment you walked into the infirmary. I thought you were very handsome and your smile was so incredible. It's such a liberty to admit it, because it's against the rules, even better to be able to tell you."

"I'm happy that I can tell you things, not have to lie or pretend. You coming here, spending these days with you has been the best days of my life. I love you, Sara. I am so in love with you. I wish we would have met under different circumstances, so I wouldn't have to be separate from you. I would have gone home with you in a heartbeat if I could."

"I love you too. So very much. And I know you would. I will be back soon, I promise. I´m gonna miss you like crazy. I don't know if I will be able to go back and just continue with my old life, pretending this week never happened. Pretend it was just a vacation and not the life changing experience it was. I don't know how I will do that. Michael."

"Me neither. I don't know what I will do without you. The days will be so long now, until you can come back."

"Yeah, they are gonna last for ages. We have to make this evening and tomorrow count until I return." They kissed again.

"Yes, we will. I have prepared our dinner. Come."

Michael took Sara's hand and they walked over to the stern, where Michael had lightened a dozen of candles. A box was used as a low table and there were a lot of cushions around for them to sit on.

"It looks amazing. When did you have time to do all of this?" Sara leaned against Michael and he closed his arms around her.

"I had to tear myself from your lovely arms, it was hard, but we need some energy. We need to rebuild our strength if we are gonna keep this pace up."

"Good call. Excellent idea. We will need it, I'm not done with you yet."

Sara caressed his hands that were locked around her waist. Michael smiled and pressed soft kisses on her neck. They sank down on the cushions, dug in on the variety of finger food. After a while they started feeding each other. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, it was a lot of touches and kisses between each piece of bite. They didn't need words to communicate, their eyes and smiles told them everything they wanted. When they had almost eaten all food, the kisses grew in intensity. That night they made love there out in the open. When it became a little too chilly to lay naked on the deck, Michael picked up Sara in his arms and carried her down below and to their bed.

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They stayed out until midday the next day before heading back. They had dinner with Lincoln and LJ, so Sara could say her goodbye to them. They took an early night because they have to start their journey to Mexico before the sun rises. This being their last night together, they wanted to make the most out of it, so they didn't get that many hours of sleep.

Lincoln accompanied them, it was one thing for Michael to maneuver the yacht himself on short distances, but on this long trip and in the dark, it was too dangerous to do alone. LJ went along for the fun of sailing, he really liked it and the yacht had been occupied this week, so to speak.

Michael and Sara sat cuddling at the sun deck.

"So what happens when I get home? What do I tell people?"

"The easiest way to uphold a lie is to be close to the truth, just withhold or lie about the details. That way your answers to questions are better and sound more genuine when you can rely on memories and feelings, than if you have a whole fake story to remember and fabricate events or things from."

"That sounds pretty logical. But what do I tell people?"

"Tell them you met someone, he lives by the beach and owns a boat. So you need a boyfriend." Michael took out and showed her a photo of a smiling man. "How about Miguel Cruz, 30 years old, elementary school teacher, living in Acapulco Mexico, and can make one hell of a virgin mojito."

"A boyfriend? Do I need another one? If I haven't misinterpreted you, us, this week, I was under the impression I already have one. And I kinda like him and don't want to trade him for another one. Even with your blessing I'm not gonna cheat with another man." Sara said with a big smile.

"Very funny, that wasn't what I meant. I meant a boyfriend you could talk about, show some pictures of later on. Your many trips to Mexico will be easily explainable if you met someone and are in love."

"That last part is true. How much is true about, what did you say his name was?"

"Miguel. It's basically the Spanish version of Michael. That's why I chosed him. I go by the name Miguel here when I have to do business. If I forget or if Linc by mistake call me by the wrong name, you can easily explain it by not hearing and dialectal. His name and age is true. He isn't a teacher, but he helps out at the local school here. And about the mojito, I have no idea, I made that up."

"So what should I and Miguel do? What have you told him? What does he think about his new job?"

"Nothing at the moment, but next time just take a few pictures. Miguel is actually married and newly a father, he and his wife got their first child recently. He has a family to support. So taking a few pictures with a beautiful woman and getting money for it, well... he thought it was too easy to be true. He wondered if it was a joke at first and when I said it wasn't, he was excited to earn good easy money. We can have dinner with them next time you are here."

"Yeah, we can do that."

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They reached their final destination, where they have to drop Sara off. Lincoln helped Sara with her suitcase to get up on the pier. Michael came up from below and went to stand beside her.

"I just called Julia and she is on her way to the café, to make the trade back. Here." Michael handed her an envelope. "Give her this, it's her final payment for her work."

"Okay. What did you tell her about this? Didn't she think it's strange to get paid to live in a hotel room for a week?"

"Part of the truth, as I told you before is the best way to lie. I told her that your father wouldn't approve of me, so we had to sneak behind his back to be together. She thought it was very romantic."

"Pretty clever, but oh the irony in that. My father would have loved you if I were to introduce you to him, if we met anywhere else then we did of course. Compare to my previous boyfriends you would be a godsend in his eyes, he would have thanked every higher forces and powers in the world that I finally met a decent man. And then when he would gave getting to know you better and learned about everything you have done, he would probably bribe you to marry me so he could have you as his son-in-law and so I wouldn't end up with another loser."

Michael laughed. "Really? Has it been that bad? Have you really picked wrong guys or have your father a too high standard, which he judge men by?"

"I would say it's been both. In my defense, I would say picking guys while being drunk or using, you don't look for one that you would want to spend the rest of your life with exactly."

"No, probably not." Michael looked at his watch and took her hands in his. "I'm afraid our time is up, you have to go so you don't miss your flight."

"I don't want to leave you, Michael. This has been the best days of my life."

"I know, I feel the same. I love you, Sara, so much."

"I love you too, Michael."

"Sara..."

"Yes?"

"Come back soon."

"I will."

They kissed for a long time, almost desperately. Trying to savour the memories for the lonely weeks that will follow now until Sara's return.