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Date Posted: 20:02:48 07/14/01 Sat
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's message, "The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove" on 08:17:24 07/07/01 Sat
Closing the cab door behind me, I rush toward the hotel entrance, trying to keep from getting soaked to the skin by the downpour falling from the sky. Only I could manage to be on the Mediterranean coast—well known for its 300+ sunny days a year—during a rainstorm. My own personal dark cloud appears to have followed me here. I can only hope that brighter skies lie ahead, while fully knowing those darker times will always stay with me.
Once indoors, I slide my hand beneath the damp fabric of my raincoat, checking to see if the quarry that I have hidden away remains dry and intact. Adjusting my coat again, I make a beeline for the elevators, knowing that Nikita is up in our room, most likely anxiously awaiting my return. I didn’t like the thought of leaving her alone, but she appeared stronger before I left, with the nausea having subsided.
Staying in Marseilles, for even one more day, seemed both risky and too taxing on my emotions. It would be better for both of us to be in surroundings that lacked any personal connection. Somewhere we could be at ease with being ourselves. And at the same time, feel a sense of security.
Moving from place to place for the time being seems appropriate, given that I am uncertain that I trust everything that has unfolded these last few weeks. I’m not fully convinced that there isn’t someone who has an interest in keeping tabs on us. And a healthy dose of paranoia isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s saved my hide on more than one occasion within Section.
With the opening of the elevator doors, I pause with a nod, waiting for a gentleman and his woman companion to exit before entering the car. After pressing ‘5’, I fold my hands before me, as I wait for the car to ascend.
However, I also admit to myself that we can’t run forever. If it were just the two of us, it could be done indefinitely. With a child, it becomes more complicated. Planning our future in detail becomes much more a necessity.
A child needs the security of a home and a daily routine. Friendships and other familial bonds are essential. All things that Nikita and I have detached from our lives. If it weren’t for the life I created as part of the Vacek mission, I probably wouldn’t understand this. But through Adam, I began to see the world through the eyes of a child. What is and isn’t important. And how to unconditionally love.
With a tone, the doors open again, arriving on the fifth floor. A few paces later and I’m back at the room. After checking my coat once more, I reach into my pocket for the keycard. Unlocking the door, I casually step inside our hotel room, finding a pair of shining blue eyes ready to devour my image. With a nervous smile, Nikita slides her fingers through her long wet locks, as she lies back on the cushioned sofa. The milky white skin of her thigh peeks through the opening of the thick white robe, evoking an uncontrolled response in me.
The thought of leaving a trail of kisses up her thigh has strong appeal. But I begrudgingly push aside my desire for a moment, keeping the task at hand in the forefront of my mind.
“I hope you found my note.” Seeing the Ginger Ale bottle still unopened, I begin to wonder.
“Yes, I saw it. I’m just never quite sure how long ‘soon’ may be.”
I sense a hint of irritation in her tone. But her smile remains, as I sense I am more than likely forgiven.
“You’re all wet.” Nikita muses, as she rises from the sofa to approach me.
“So are you.” I playfully counter, making no attempt to hide my interest in her less than dressed state. Brushing her wet hair from covered shoulder, I then glide my thumb across the smoothness of her skin, from her collarbone towards the point of the V-shaped opening. Only her hand prevents me from traveling further.
“I like your method of distraction, but I can’t help wondering what was so important that you needed to go out into the rain.” Nikita presses.
As I mull over my answer, I consider her state of mind. Clearly, she is peeved that I left, even if it was for not more than an hour. Even less than that. One word comes to mind. Hormonal.
Before I can begin to explain, Nikita bids me out of my coat. “You’re dripping wet, Michael. You need to get out of these wet clothes before you catch cold.”
“Yes, Mom.” I tease, moving from her reach. I had no intention of letting Nikita discover the contents of my coat on her own.
Instead I slowly withdraw each item, curious to see Nikita’s reaction.
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Not 100% sure of this chapter, but here it is, lol. My research comes into play in the next one. {{{Gen}}} for being not-so-patient, lol. I'm still waiting for 101 from you. ;)
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