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Date Posted: 11:07:30 12/14/07 Fri
Author: Mary
Author Host/IP: PMP.jax.org / 209.222.204.104
Subject: Characters & Shadows - Chapter 19 Very suggestive!!
In reply to: Mary 's message, "Characters & Shadows - Cont." on 18:11:16 12/08/07 Sat

Moving toward NC-17!! Now we are having some fun....


Chapter 19


Nikita hadn’t been expecting anyone so she slightly jumped at the knock on the door. She wasn’t ready to face Carla yet after the other night. But as she looked through the peephole she realized that she was even less ready to face Michael. Her nerves were on end from the call with Marco and her growing feelings for Michael had continued to consume much more of her thoughts than she would have liked. But she didn’t have a choice, he was there and she had to face it.

Michael rode the elevator up in eager anticipation of seeing her. He felt like it had been forever since the last time he was with her, which in reality was only days ago. His conversation with Walter played over and over in his mind and he knew that what he felt really was love toward the beautiful blond. He carried dinner with him hoping that she was home, hungry and would want his company.

She he hesitated only a moment longer as thoughts of the kiss the other night washed over her and she knew in her head that the kiss had been a mistake, but her body had it’s own thoughts right now. Just the sight of him had her heart racing and her palms sweaty. She felt the anxiety rise in her, and if she were willing to admit it to herself, she knew that sexual tension seemed to swirl around them when they were together. He was just so incredibly handsome, and charming, and the way he had tasted the other night when he kissed her….the second knock at the door brought her out of those dangerous thoughts and this time she quickly opened the door with a smile.

“Michael? I wasn’t expecting you.”

He smiled that completely disarming smile that made her knees go weak, “I needed to see you. I thought we might have dinner.” He held up the bags of Chinese in his hands.

She leaned slightly against the door, to appear nonchalant about his offer, and to help hold herself up as her knees felt somewhat weak just having him this close. “I don’t know…”

“Did you have other plans?” he asked casually, almost too casually for her liking. Didn’t he want to be here?

“Well, no...” she admitted.

That smile again and his ability to ask a question that really wasn’t a question as he brushed past her, “Then may I come in?”

Since he was already in and besides, how could she possibly say no to those green eyes, “Of course.”

He sat the bags on the counter and began to unpack, “I hope you like Chinese food. I wasn’t sure what you would want so I ordered some of everything. I figure there has to be something here that you will like.”

“Thank you. I’m sure there is.” And she was not talking about the food. She watched as he moved gracefully through her kitchen collecting plates, glasses and then began serving the food. Even with everything on her mind she had to admit that he caused a reaction in her that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Everything else around her seemed to disappear when he was this close. It made it difficult to think about anything else but wanting to be kissed by him again.

“Hey, did you hear me?” he was asking.

Confused she asked, “I’m sorry?”

He smiled knowingly and she hated him for that, “I asked if you wanted to eat at the table or in the living room?”

“Oh.” Damn but he had her flustered. “Ah, the table I guess.”

They sat as Michael placed the feast before them. “Can I ask if you’ve made any decisions yet?”

Nikita almost choked on her first bite at the question considering where her thoughts had been over the last couple of minutes. He continued seemingly unaware of her discomfort at the moment, “I know that the contracts were delivered today. I hope your considering saying yes.”

Marco’s words rang in her head. <i> I need you near a lot of people. Being alone like you have been, you probably aren’t safe anymore. </i> She didn’t know why he wanted that but she did know to trust him. He was the only person she could trust. And she had to be able to pay her bills and eat, at least the part came with some pay. She chose her next words carefully, “Well, since I just found out yesterday that my current job won’t be there anymore, I’m seriously thinking about it.”

Michael was shocked, “What happened?”

Nikita tried to downplay the situation as much as possible, “The financial situation of the company is a mess. So they are closing. I’m out of a job.”

He tried to read her face, her eyes, tried to gauge if she was upset or bothered, but her expression was just almost blank, he didn’t understand. “You don’t seem upset.”

She shrugged as she ate, “I guess I’m not. I saw a problem coming for some time now. I didn’t think anything would happen this fast but…” she let the thought trail off.

“So this is a great time to make a change. Take a chance, play Katernya.”

Nikita wasn’t ready for this with Michael. She grabbed at what she could at the moment. Standing she asked, “Would you like some more wine?”

He knew it was an evasive maneuver but he let her back off anyway, “Yes, thank you.” She might be able to run a little from the question, but she couldn’t hide, he wasn’t going to let her.

He watched as she opened the wine with her long slender fingers, the way her silky hair cascaded over her shoulders under the light, he wanted to kiss her, wanted to take her right then and there. But he knew he had to move carefully with her. But the way that she moved in those jeans was driving him crazy.

He stood, the food forgotten, and moved behind her, close, very close. She watched him as he slipped behind her, felt his warmth as his hands came around and helped her with the corkscrew. Then those hands put the cork on the counter and turned her around to face him. Almost eye to eye, their bodies aligned, Nikita could barely breath as his hand came up and traced her brow line, his eyes studied her so intently, her lips parted and her breathing hitched at his touch.

Then his lips were on hers, soft, gentle moving. Then retreating, his eyes looking at her again, she reached out needing his touch again, pulling his lips back to hers more fully. Once, twice, lips parted and tongues touched and danced, moved and explored. Faster, more insistent, he pulled her body against his and she felt herself fit against him perfectly. His hands roamed over her back, through her hair, held the nape of her neck and pulled her hips tighter against his. Her own hands roamed the strong muscles of his back and then her fingers were in his hair and pulling him toward her harder.

Her breathing was labored and she was lost in total sensual overload. His scent, his taste, the feel of him warm and hard against her. Her body responded as she had never known it to, not with anyone, and certainly not for a very long time. She heard a small moan and wondered if it came from him or herself. His lips pulled away and she heard his own labored breathing as those soft lips moved to kiss her cheek and then down her long neck. Heat coursed through her body as he kissed and licked his way down and then back up the sensitive spots of her neck, his lips so soft and his touches so teasing and burning.

He lifted his head and looked at her and his eyes seared her with the desire that she saw there, she felt her own desire rise uncontrollably just with that look, she had to have him. He groaned a small sound, “Oh God.” And then plummeted her mouth with his own again, commanding her and taking her mouth with his yet at the same time she felt no fear from his movements, just raw powerful passion and need that stole any rational thought she could possibly have. She kissed him back with the same abandon and felt her hips begin to move against him wanting and desperately needing more of him. Very much more of him.

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