Subject:  Dragon's Lair...........Chapter 17 ( Angsty and a bit NC-17. ) |
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Date Posted: 20:01:51 06/08/01 Fri
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's message, "Hello everyone.....Dragon's Lair is back from forced M.R. and ready to post........(r)" on 19:57:27 06/08/01 Fri
Now please read chapters 15 and 16 to remind you of storyline.
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Dragon's Lair
Chapter 17 (angsty and a bit NC-17 )
© May 9, 2001
All disclaimers apply, no copyright infringement is intended and all Non LFN characters belong to me.
As always, Comments will be gladly accepted; flames, however, will be dealt with accordingly (thawing nicely. )
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Walter and Birkoff sat watching Nikita through the monitors inside the room.
“She’s been sleeping very long Walter, do you think it’s bad?” Birkoff asked concerned about Nikita.
Walter sat up straight and sighed. His left hand tightened around the bottle of red dog he cradled there. “I don’t know kid, I’m no doctor but I think the sleep will be good for her.” Shaking his head he stood and walked toward Birkoff’s sorry excuse for a kitchen.
Birkoff stared blankly at the monitor, his hands fisting as he watched Nikita toss her head to the side and mumble something. Reaching out he pressed his hand to the monitor, just above Nikita’s forehead. He sighed as Nikita turned on her side and whimpered softly.
Standing, Birkoff fisted his hands and tightly and rushed to the door. "I won't let her suffer like this alone." he whispered before exiting the room.
“Hey where are you going Amigo?” Walter asked Birkoff’s retreating back. He quickly grabbed his leather jacket and followed Birkoff down the hall.
Birkoff crashed as silently as he could through the double doors that led to Nikita’s sanctuary. He quickly stepped closer to the bed as Nikita again mumbled softly.
“Michael.....Michael Don’t!” She cried out.
Birkoff stopped dead in his tracks, he watched as Nikita turned on her back and whimpered once again. her hands cradling her unborn child tenderly.
“Michael?”
Birkoff jumped as the doors behind him crashed open. He turned and glared menacingly at Walter.
“Shhhh! You’ll wake her up.” Birkoff whispered.
Walter stared angrily at Birkoff, then suddenly a loud shriek was heard and they both jumped as Nikita sat up straight in bed.
“MICHAEL!!!!!!” she screamed, her arms outstretched seeking Michael's embrace.
Walter stepped past a frightened Birkoff and quickly embraced Nikita, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder softly. He felt her collapse bonelessly against him,
loud sobs escaping her. His hands softly brushed up and down her back trying to calm her.
“Sugar, now stop this, it won’t do you or the baby any good you know that. Tell uncle Walter what you dreamed please.”
Nikita chuckled softly. Lifting her head she gazed into his pale blue eyes and was unable to stop the laugh that escaped. “Uncle Walter?” She collapsed back against him as the sobs turned into wild laughter.
Walter straightened stiffly and sniffed. “Yeah Uncle Walter what’s that got to-“ he stopped in mid sentence as he realized his faux pas. “Well I meant it in the family
sense sugar.”
Nikita yelped softly and convulsed with another round of wild laughter.
Birkoff frowned and slowly approached the bed. “I don’t see what’s funny about Walter calling himself your uncle Nikita, he’s as close to family as you’ve got in here.”
Nikita felt Walter stiffen and sighed, trying hard to control her wild laughter, after several minutes she brought her own wild emotions under control and sat up,
looking at Birkoff.
“Birkoff I’m sorry, it’s just that the way Walter said the word-“ she doubled over and collapsed against the pillows in another fit of giggles.
Birkoff sniffed offended by her reactions. Walter stepped close to Birkoff and wrapping his arm around the young man’s shoulders dragged him to the corner. Slowly explaining into Birkoff’s ear the other meaning for Uncle in the real world.
Birkoff stepped back and fought the urge to laugh, his hands covering his mouth he turned and rushed out of the room, Walter and Nikita stared at each other as they
heard the laughter bubble out of Birkoff.
“is he going to be alright?” Nikita asked a bit subdued.
Walter nodded and slowly approached her, taking her hand he sat beside her and smiled. “How do you feel sugar?”
Nikita smiled slightly, her right hand brushing over her abdomen softly. “The pain is gone, but she’s still extremely active.” She said as a tiny elbow poked out of one side. She closed her eyes and sighed softly.
Walter smiled and softly brushed a stray strand of pale blonde hair off her cheek.
“Well she’s got to be, her parents are not the type to sit around reading much, they prefer to be active.”
Nikita lifted tear filled, sky blue eyes to meet Walter’s.
“Her father is always calm, but her mother is way too tense to stay seated for long.” She chuckled softly. “Do you think she’ll look like him Walter?”
Walter sighed softly, feeling suddenly extremely tired. He rubbed the back of his neck softly and nodded.
“I think she’ll have the best of both of you sugar.”
Nikita smiled. “I hope she has his hair and eyes, and his temperament too-”
Walter almost choked. Coughing he pounded himself on the chest before staring at Nikita. “His temperament? The man is a cold rock! He has no emotions sugar, at least he never shows them. Why would you want a child like-“ He stopped as Nikita’s fingers pressed against his lips.
“That’s not what I meant Walter, plus you know he does have emotions and is not a cold rock! He’s just less able to express his emotions in public. He’s had to hide his true self so much, he doesn’t know who he is anymore.”
Walter nodded slowly. Placing his hand over hers, he gently placed a kiss on her fingers before clasping them inside his rough palm.
“You’re right sugar, I’ve seen his emotions spring forward once or twice, and I don’t think he was happy to allow those bursts of emotion to actually be seen.”
Nikita laid back on the pillows, her pale hair softly arrayed around her head like a golden crown. Smiling she gently pulled Walter to sit beside her again.
“Tell me about him Walter. You’ve known him for such a long time. Tell me what was he like when he arrived.”
Walter shrugged softly. “I don’t know if I should sugar, it’s extremely personal and it should be Michael the one to tell you about that.”
Nikita pouted softly and turned her head away from Walter.
“You’re right, he should tell me......but he’s not here, and he might never return. I want to be able to tell our children what their father was like.” She turned and slowly closed her hand over Walter’s. “Please for Adam and Issabeau.”
Walter’s eyes widened. “Issabeau?” He asked softly while his gaze strayed toward her moving abdomen.
Nikita smiled and nodded. “Yes, Issabeau. That was his mother’s name right?”
Walter’s eyes misted over, he nodded. “Yes.” He croaked softly.
Nikita shook her head and gently brushed her fingers over the tiny bump of her daughter’s knee. “Please Walter, tell me about Michael.”
Walter sighed and shook his head. “Sugar I can’t, he should be the one to tell you. I’m sorry.”
Nikita nodded sadly. Reaching out she stopped Walter from standing and leaving.
“I understand Walter, truly I do, I just.....I just wanted to know in case he doesn’t return, Adam and Issabeau will need to know more than just the basics about him.”
Walter closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
“You don’t understand sugar, I can’t tell you anything, because I don’t know anything. Michael is not the most communicative of individuals and the only person he got close to was Simone. I rarely spoke to him outside section and the few times I got a glimpse of his emotions......well they are for him to tell you not me.”
Nikita sniffed softly as she turned her back to Walter.
“I’m sorry Walter, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, forget I asked ok.” She doubled over into a fetal position and closed her eyes. Slowly she brought her breathing under control.
Walter sighed. “I should tell her what she wants to know, what harm will it do?” He thought. Softly a small voice penetrated his mind.
“What if Michael doesn’t want her to know? What would he do to you if he returned and found out you told her his secrets?” The annoying voice whispered.
Walter shurgged. "What if he doesn't return? Nikita would feel bettwe knowing what Michael was like before he met her. she might understand him better then."
The annoying voice chuckled. "So you've also given up on the kid huh? no wonder he never trusted you."
Walter shook his head and closing his eyes he counted to one hundred.
The voice chuckled once again. "Tell me this old man, what would Michael do if he returned and knew that you told her about his loss of control? he does love his control doesn't he?"
Walter shook his head. “you're right; Michael would put me in abeyance quicker than I could blink. He does have the right to tell her whatever he wants and keep from her his most painful secrets.” shrugging he softly leaned over and kissed Nikita’s forehead, eliciting a soft whimper.
Straightening, he placed his hand on his lower back and groaned softly before slowly exiting the room, leaving Nikita alone with her thoughts and wishes.
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Shantal entered her chamber and quickly walked to the bed, she smiled as she watched Michael asleep. His lashes softly curling across his cheekbones. He rested on his back, the silk sheet dangerously low on his hips. His left hand cradled over his stomach while his right was thrown back over his head, Curled up like a child’s. She chuckled softly as he mumbled something and his lips curled up, almost as if he was suckling. Shantal leaned over and gently brushed her index finger over his bottom lip, eliciting a sigh and a soft mumbled word too soft to be
hard.
“Ohhh Michael, you look so peaceful when you sleep like this, so deeply. I wonder if Nikita has ever enjoyed watching you sleep?” Shaking her head she stood and left the bed, slowly taking the silk dress off, she entered the bathroom and quickly turned the shower on. She climbed into the burning hot shower and scrubbed her body roughly with the thick loofah. Her skin burned not only from the
rough treatment but from the heat of the water as it scalded the pale soft skin. Sniffing as she washed her hair and face, she tried hard to hide the tears that ran down her cheeks uncontrolled.
“I hate spending time with Jamil, he is not sweet and tender like before. Rahine has turned him into a monster, with no emotions.” Wiping her tears off her cheeks she turned the water off and slowly climbed out of the shower.
Wincing at the bruises Jamil left on her back, legs and abdomen, she took the Rose scented lotion and gently dabbed some all over her body. sighing she looked toward the corner of the bathroom and took a seat on the small stool beside the door she carefully toweled herself dry. Wrapping the towel over her body she stepped out of the bathroom and rushed to the armoire, taking a shy glance at the bed she frowned as Michael whimpered softly and turned on his stomach, She watched fascinated as the sheet slipped off. Allowing her a nice view of his bare posterior. A soft tingling feeling spread down her body to center between her legs. Shaking her head she pulled the pink silk camisole out of the drawer and slipped it on. Throwing the towel toward the corner she approached the bed and softly caressed one pale cheek. Smiling as Michael twitched in his sleep. She pulled the sheet over his buttocks and gently patted them before turning toward the garden and stepping out.
Shantal walked around the garden several times, the soft coolness of the night breeze softly caressed her skin. Finally after the sixth walk around the garden she settled under the old oak tree.
“How will I ever get Michael out of here?” She asked herself as she tenderly caressed the red rose she had plucked. Her fingers gently caressed the soft petals
as her mind wandered away.
“I could arrange his death and mine, that would be the easiest way, but without Onnia here I might just kill us both.” Shaking her head she followed another path.
“I wonder how difficult would it be for Michael to contact his people with my laptop?” She closed her eyes and continued this line of thought.
Shaking her head she frowned. "I know Rahine will come for him soon, what can i do to keep him away from her?" her mind searched for reasons why Rahine would not want Michael in her bed.
"Maybe a slight case of the loose bowels? or maybe a slight fever?" smiling she took a deep breath and sighed. "I know......a slight case of a certain venereal disease? I am sure i can imitate the sores quite truthfully with a slight touch of the prickly poison ivy."
With a smile on her lips the evening breeze slowly dragged her deeper into oblivion and soon Shantal had drifted off to sleep.
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Michael felt the soft breeze touch his naked skin and jerked fully awake. His survival senses still somewhat subdued, he slowly searched the room with his eyes.
Finding nothing amiss he slowly pushed himself up against the backboard of the bed. He reached out and turned the lamp on. His fisted hands slowly wiped the sleep away. He smiled at the childish action, a memory of Adam slowly walking down the stairs, whimpering after a nightmare assailed him. He felt a sharp pain clamp a tight hand around his heart and he closed his eyes, he concentrated deeply and brought forth an image of Shantal.
The soft, porcelain skin, dark eyes that glittered with intelligence and her crowning glory, the curly mass of her coppery hair. He smiled remembering the silky feel to
those curls. How they softly curled around his fingers. He opened his eyes and searched the room for her. his gaze fell on the turquoise dress she had worn before leaving. Frowning he searched the room again. Not finding her he slowly pushed himself to sit at the edge of the bed. His feet softly touched the floor making him cringe at the coldness.
Michael moaned softly as the nausea and dizziness claimed him with a vengeance. He doubled over and fell to his knees barely grabbing the waste basket before his stomach rebelled and brought up the last food he had taken. He convulsed violently as his stomach clamped tightly. Inhaling deeply he was able to stop the regurgitation and he sat back, allowing his head to fall limply against the bed. Sighing he reached up toward the table where the water glass was, taking it in his shaking hand he slowly brought it to his lips and sipped the cool water slowly.
“What happened to me?” He asked softly as he attempted to sit back up. The dizziness was still there but he was able to control it. The nausea had left a sour taste in his mouth and dragging himself to sit on the edge of the bed he searched the room for anything that might take the taste away. His gaze fell upon the jug sitting on the other bed side table. He groaned as he leaned over and grabbed the jug. Sniffing softly he found the contents smelled of sugar. He slowly placed a small quantity of the jug contents inside the glass and brought it to his lips.
Closing his eyes and saying a soft prayer he slowly opened his mouth and took a small sip of the dark liquid. It tasted like bananas and strawberries and he smiled at the memory.
“My mamman used to give me that soft icy mix in summer.” He whispered as he took another sip of the drink. Slowly he emptied the glass and served himself a second helping. His gaze still searching for Shantal. Shrugging he drank down the second glass and sighed.
Hearing a soft sound outside the room Michael’s back stiffened. He put the glass down and slowly dragged himself to his feet. Swaying softly he reached out and
grabbed the marble column. Steadying himself that way he slowly swayed from column to column until he reached the double doors. He stood there, allowing his eyes to get used to the semi darkness of the garden. Her gasped as his sight finally adjusted to the darkness, he saw the bright pink of Shantal’s camisole at the same moment that she whimpered softly, bringing her hands to cover her breasts.
“No Please! No more! Please don’t It hurts.” She softly whimpered.
Michael’s heart lurched at her words. He took a step and promptly collapsed against the tree trunk. Slowly he dragged his weak and unbalanced body toward Shantal’s side. Taking a seat beside her he gently placed his hand on hers.
Shantal frowned deeply, her hand curled around his and she sighed softly.
“Michael.”
Michael jumped. “How does she know it’s me?” He thought.
Shantal’s head slowly slipped to the side and Michael quickly reached up and cradled her head in his shaking hands, he gently placed her head on his lap, blushing softly as he noticed that he was naked.
His gaze roamed the immediate area, finally finding the large, silk cloak she wore. He gently lifted her head and wrapped the cloak across his waist and lap. His fingers gently brushed her curls off her face, amazed to find that his mind was clearer now that it had been since he had been captured.
“I wonder where I truly am? Will the torture begin soon? Is Shantal the torture?” He sighed as his head began to ache. He inhaled sharply as Shantal twisted on his lap and her hand settled softly upon his groin.
“Use your training Michael, keep yourself calm and cold. Don’t allow them to get to you.” He slowly lifted Shantal’s hand and placed it beside her.
He watched as Shantal nuzzled his hip and sighed. Her sleep still undisturbed.
He sat still, Shantal gently breathing against his exposed thigh, he gently continued to brush his fingers through her hair as he thought about the last few days, the consequences of his capture and Nikita’s reaction. He sighed as he envisioned Nikita wrapping herself in the largest leather mission suit available and trying to
climb out of the roof. Walter and Birkoff doing all they could to force her down. He chuckled softly at the image.
“Not that she doesn’t look gorgeous in black leather but in her advanced state of pregnancy? Not good.” He sighed, feeling strangely numb, the light euphoric feeling cursed through his body as the soft languor began. His mind began to bring forgotten memories to the surface. Michael shook his head trying to ignore them. They flashed softly at first, making him simply cringe.
“I’ve been drugged again?” He asked himself in a bare whisper as his mind tried to categorize the effects. Shaking his head to clear it he tried to move away.
Looking down he felt a strange connection to the girl who laid on his lap. His vision blurred as he tried to focus on Shantal’s features, shaking his head to clear it he gasped at the sharp pain that spread through his head. Pressing his fingers to his temples he began to slowly massage the affected area.
Shantal jerked awake as the sound reached her subconscious. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself laying on Michael’s lap, the movement made her lift her
gaze and she met Michael’s pain filled expression.
“Michael?” She whispered as she quickly sat up.
Michael winced at the sound, it reverberated through his skull loudly.
Shantal wiped the sleep off her eyes and slowly reached out to touch his cheek. Michael jerked away. Gasping as the movement made him lose his balance. She wrapped her right arm around his shoulders and pulled him toward her. She
knelt beside him, allowing Michael to gently lay his head on her shoulder
“Breathe deeply Michael, keep your eyes closed and breathe through the pain.” She whispered once she knew it would not hurt him more.
Michael obediently breathed as deeply as he could, almost in a trance like state. He could barely feel his body, he knew that whatever drug was cursing through his system was extremely strong. It made his blood burn like fire, then suddenly flow cold as ice, making his shiver softly.
“Michael what did you eat or drink before coming out here?” Shantal asked as she gently replaced his fingers with her soft touch.
Michael frowned not remembering what he had done before coming to her. Suddenly he remembered. Reached up he gently touched her hand.
“The jug, I drank two glasses of the sweet stuff. What is it?”
Shantal smiled. “It’s medicine Michael, medicine that will keep you safe, it should not harm you. Just allow you to rest and keep the other drugs out of your body.”
Michael sighed and nodded softly. “I threw up.” He whimpered.
Shantal nodded, gently massaging his temples. “I expected you to, did you eat anything?”
Michael smiled and shook his head slowly, wincing at the pain the slight movement elicited.
“What kind of drugs have you given me?” Michael asked.
Shantal took a deep breath. “I don’t think you will know any of them, they are very old, most of the ingredients are extremely rare.” She brushed the soft curls off Michael’s forehead and gently smiled. “Maybe we should return to bed, you need a lot of rest.”
Michael smiled softly, making Shantal sigh. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as Shantal gently pulled him up. Slowly they managed to stand against the tree trunk. Gently she nudged him forward and they stumbled toward the door. Crashing to their knees as they crossed the threshold, Shantal softly buried her face against his neck and chuckled.
Michael fisted his hands as her lips touched his throat. One of the most sensitive parts of his anatomy. He clenched his teeth tightly and tried to control his natural
reaction to any woman kissing or touching his throat.
Shantal heard the grating of his teeth and slowly lifted her face to look at him. She frowned at his expression. Gently she reached out and tenderly brushed her fingers
over his forehead, trying to take the frown away.
Michael gasped at her touch, his eyes snapped open. Shantal sat back at meeting his gaze. It was fever bright and extremely shiny, his lids half closed over his Jade
green eyes. She tried to stand but Michael reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t leave me.” He whispered softly, his hand gently reaching out and settling behind her neck, slowly dragging her lips to his. “Please......please help me.” he
whispered against her lips before covering her mouth with his.
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