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Date Posted: 02:04:32 04/22/11 Fri
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-204-48.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.204.48
Subject: Chapter 1 Betrayal – Part 11 (NC-17)
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "Trust is Never Easy - episodic" on 01:00:19 04/22/11 Fri

This part is rated NC-17. Do not read any further if you don’t want to. You’ve been warned.

This chapter touches slightly on: I Remember Paris and All Good Things

Chapter 1 Betrayal – Part 11 (NC-17)

I thought nothing would shock me anymore. I’ve seen people come back, seemingly from the dead, enemies that are now deemed friends, manipulations that were once unthinkable being condoned and conducted. However, the week Section One security was breached and we were forced to incinerate and move to secondary base camp was a series of nasty surprises.

When Boris Tyco managed to escape from the White Room after attacking Madeline and transmitted highly sensitive Intel, he caused a security breach that was beyond anyone’s imagining. It was almost bittersweet to leave Section One Headquarters for the last time.

Operations: “You’ve been here for how many years, Michael? Seven?”

Michael: “Nine.”

I thought about the chain of events that inevitably led me to Section. The death of my parents around the time I was taking my first step into becoming an adult. Meeting Rene and succumbing to the lure of brotherhood and solidarity. The fateful bombing that took too many lives. The subsequent trial with the testimonies from bereaved love ones of the bombing victims. The days in prison, which were the darkest days of my life alone with the thoughts of the destructions I’ve caused. Finally, my recruitment into Section and subsequent promotion up to Section One. I have been in this location for 9 years, but my journey really begun 16 years ago.

We had to work quickly to locate the people Tyco transmitted the Directory to before they could decode the information and use it against Section. It was a nasty surprise to find out that Errol Sparks had managed to survive the self destruct detonation at their base camp 2 years ago. It brought back memories of Simone who had suffered in his hands for years before she was rediscovered. Her sacrifice was made meaningless when the object of her vengeance was spared. At least this time I got to avenge her.

*****

Over the past months I had slowly come to the realization that I wanted more out of life than the twilight I had existed in. I had risked it all to be with Simone. We both knew the risk in being together, but we thought being together outweighed the pain Section might deal out at us. In the end Simone was the one who paid the ultimate price.
After she was taken, the act of opening up for more loss was unbearable and I had shuttered my heart to guard the pieces left. The past few months have taught me that I no longer wished to be alone, to be so closed off. More precisely, I no longer want to be closed off away from Nikita.

My feelings for Nikita have always been complicated. I could feel equal parts frustration, amusement, annoyance, attraction, jealousy, lust, and yes love. On my part I always had a need to protect her and to claim a piece of her affection. While her feelings for me changes wildly from week to week depending on the Section manipulation in play, always between us was awareness both sexual and emotional in nature.

Knowing the risk and what Section is capable of, I would rather put my life on the line for a moment of happiness than to live out the rest of my life in this half existence. I remember what Nikita said when she first came back into Section.

Nikita: “I’m willing to die. As long as it means if I can live, really live for 1 day.”

I hadn’t been willing to risk it all at the time. Now I found that I finally am. I just hoped that Nikita still felt the same way. I had never been more unsure of her response when I approached her during dinner.

Michael: “It’s been a strange week.”

Nikita: “That’s one way to put it. I don’t know what was more unusual: Operations blowing up Section or you coming to dinner again.”

Michael: “I didn’t choose to stay away.”

Nikita: “But you did. So what’s changed?”

Michael: “Maybe enough time has passed.”

Nikita: “Maybe too much time has passed, Michael.”

Michael: “I hope not.”

Nikita: “So why are you here now?”

Michael: “I missed you.”

Silenced stretched between us as I waited for Nikita’s response.

Nikita: “I thought you didn’t want a relationship. What changed your mind?”

Michael: “I realized that this isn’t living, this is merely surviving. I’m tired of existing day to day. I want more.”

Nikita slowly smiled: “I want more too.”

I basked in the warmth of her smile for awhile until the need to hold her in my arms prompted me to get up and turned on the CD player. Craig Armstrong’s This Love filled the room with its haunting melody.

This Love.
This love is a strange love.
A faded kind of Day love.
This Love.

Michael: “Dance with me.”

Nikita looked at me suspiciously and reluctantly stepped into my arms. I could tell she remembered the last time I had asked her to dance in her apartment. I had manipulated her back then to keep her from leaving; now I’m dancing with her for myself, for us.

Michael: “This isn’t a manipulation Nikita. This isn’t a mission. This is you and me.”

I watched as she slowly smiled. A sad smile that slowly warmed until her eyes glowed with hope and happiness. We danced staring at each other eyes while the music filled the room.

This Love.
I think I’m going to fall again.
And even when you held my hand.
It didn’t mean a thing this love.

Nikita echoed the words she said in the farmhouse: “How is this going to work?”

Michael: “We can be careful, take things slowly.”

Nikita: “I’m tired of being careful.”

Michael: “Me too.”

Nikita kissed me then, a gentle caressing kiss that barely brushed my lips. I returned it with several soft kisses. Then needing to taste more of her, held and deepened the kiss. She sighed softly against my mouth, breathing me in. I welcomed the invitation and ran my tongue around the seam of her lips before dipping in to taste her. Nikita moaned softly and ran her fingers through my hair as she became the aggressor and kissed me with urgency and pent up longing.

Our kiss turned frantic with both of us reaching for a better taste. Nikita started pulling roughly at my clothes needing to rid ourselves with any further barriers. I didn’t want this to be rushed or hurried. I needed it to be a slow banquet of senses. I took her hands and stilled her frantic fingers and broke free from the kiss. I was further aroused by the snarl in her voice.

Nikita: “Michael!”

Michael: “Shh…there’s no rush. We have all the time in the world.”

Nikita: “We’ll take it slow later. I need you to kiss me now!”

Nikita has always been impatient. I found that I couldn’t resist her this time and captured her lips again. I held nothing back and kissed her as if my life depended on it. I didn’t object when Nikita practically ripped the shirt from my back. Despite the urgency, her touch was tentative as she caressed my shoulders, my chest, down to my stomach, and around my back as she drew me closer. I ran my hands under her shirt to stroke her back as our mouths mated.

I barely registered walking up the stairs to her bedroom, or standing by her bed as we took off the rest of the clothes. Finally we were lying on our sides facing each other as we stared deeply into each other eyes. I reached out and ran my finger along the fine arch of her eye brow, down over her cheek, before wrapping my hand around the nape of her neck and drawing her closer for another urgent kiss. Nikita rolled on her back and drew me down over her. I put both my hands alongside her beautiful face and buried my hands in her soft golden hair. I plundered those yielding lips over and over again until we both got a little dizzy.

I kissed a path down along her neck, pausing to inhale her fragrant hair. I couldn’t wait any more as I kissed my way to her breasts and kissed a puckered nipple. I flicked the hardening bud with my tongue before taking it deep in my mouth. Nikita sank her fingers into my hair and in her passion made little whimpers that made me almost mad with need. Not wanting to neglect the other breast, I transferred my attention and ran my tongue lightly around the over sensitized bud.

“Michael! I can’t take it anymore! Please!”

I smiled against her breasts and looked up at her glazed eyes. “Be patient.”

“You know I hate it when you say that!”

“You’ll like It, I promise.”

I ignored her protests and dipped my head down to her waiting breasts. Her breathing became more labored as I kissed down to the object of my quest and tasted the sweet nectar there. I flicked my tongue over the responsive bud and watched as Nikita’s skin flush with passion. I held her bucking hips still as I tasted her over and over again until she screamed my name with her release.

I kissed my way up Nikita’s beautiful body and took possession of her mouths again as my hand stroke her still quivering center before dipping my fingers into the core of her. Nikita ran her hand down to my shoulders and dug her nails into my skin as she convulsed against my seeking fingers. I watched her passion flushed face as she chanted my name over and over again. Nikita opened her beautiful eyes and the feverish need I read there reflected the urgency I felt for her, always for her.

I rolled on top of her, between her trembling thighs and carefully positioned myself at that enticing entrance. I needed to know she wanted me as much as the relentless urgency I felt as I looked into her eyes. “Please
Michael.” That was all the permission I needed and I sheathed myself deep into her slick passage.

I felt the pain of the past year melt away as I held Nikita in my arms. The completion that filled me of being with her was transcending as I took her slowly with all the gentleness I felt for this marvelous woman. With every slow and deep stroke I took us both closer to heaven.
Nikita wouldn’t let me take it slow for very long though. She ran her hands over my back and up to tightened around my shoulders as she wrapped her long gorgeous legs high around my waist. She raised her hips to match every thrust and urged me to quicken the pace. I was all too happy to oblige her and started stroking more strongly and deeply within her.

I kissed her with growing desperation as she arched her body up toward me like a bow matching every strong thrust. I saw the unbearable need and love reflected in her eyes as her hips bucked against mine. Her body jerked against mine with aching shudders in response to each deep stroke and I felt her inner walls rippling tightening around me taking me closer to the edge.

I rode her faster, as she moaned, lips parted, her head tilted back. She made little growls and incoherent sounds that were almost inhuman as I hit her most sensitive spot again and again increasing the force each time. Nikita ran her nails down my back hard enough to draw blood as her passion spurred me on. Her hips bucked wildly as I rode her hard and fast, both of us completely incapable of thought. Our bodies ground against each other uncontrollably as the madness overtook us and we both screamed our release.

A long time later our labored breathing finally started to calm. Knowing that I was probably crushing her I moved to ease my weight off of her. Nikita snarled her displeasure so I wrapped my arms around her to keep us connected as I rolled us to our sides. We sighed as we stayed entwined, placing feather light kisses from time to time both unwilling to let sleep overtake us. We kept our arms wrapped around each other and I buried my face in her fragrant hair at peace for the first time in years.

I held her as she gradually fell to sleep and I succumbed to a dreamless peaceful sleep.

I woke up later that night to find myself still entwined with Nikita. I held her close as she continued to sleep. I marveled at the turn of events and the utter peace I felt at this moment cradling the woman of my dreams in my arms. Nikita had succeeded in breaking down the walls I had erected around myself, resurrected the pieces of me I thought long dead, and had won my heart completely. I made a vow then to cherish each moment we manage to be together. Slowly I fell back to sleep completely at peace with the decision.

*****

I woke up the next morning when I felt Nikita starting to stir against me. It was a feeling of loss when she separated herself from me and left the bed. I instinctively knew she needed some time alone so I pretended to sleep. I sensed her staring at me from beside the bed for a long time before moving down to the kitchen to make tea. I heard her moving out to the balcony and waited for her to return. I wondered again what her decision would be. I had told her I wanted a relationship last night. I only hope she felt the same way.

I heard her make herself back into the bedroom and sit down on the bed. I opened my eyes and drank in the sight of her. Nikita has never looked more beautiful before. She had soothed the tangles in her hair with her hands, but it still looked delightfully tousled. Her lips looked kiss bruised and the glow of her eyes made me want to just look at her forever.

Nikita: “Good morning.”

Michael: “Good morning.”

Nikita: “It feels strange. We’re really together now.”

Michael: “If we want to be.”

Nikita gifted me with the most beautiful smile and said: “Well…I want to be.”

Michael: “So do I.”

Nikita: “Section won’t like it. What do you think they’ll do?”

I didn’t care what Section decided to do. When I decided to come over, I made the conscious decision of choosing her over them. I had taken the leap to hell with consequences. I couldn’t resist touching her anymore and sat up to brush her hair back from her face.

Michael: “We’ll have to see.”

I kissed her fragrant neck that still held a hint of last night’s passion against the skin. It didn’t take much to reignite the always simmering flames of our desire for each other. I heard Nikita’s breath catch as I took her delicate ear lobe into my mouth and gently worked it with my teeth. She drew away from my touch and I looked at her in confusion.

Nikita: “MY turn.”

She pushed me back down on the bed and climbed up to straddle me. She buried her fingers almost roughly into my hair and kissed me with bruising force. After several urgent kisses we broke apart to gasp in air as we looked into each other’s passion glazed eyes.

Nikita ran her hands down the length of my arms before entwining our fingers together. She lifted my arms up and pinned my hands beside my head. “Don’t move.”
She lowered her head down to mine and kissed me deeply again. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain control as she kissed her way down my body. Impatiently, she shoved aside the bed covers to find me already ready for her. The smile of eager anticipation on her face was almost my undoing as I made to move. She pinned me with a glare and
reiterated: “Don’t move!”

She ran her tongue down the hard length of me as she let go of my hands in order to lovingly caress the tight sac beneath. She ran a clever tongue around the tip, tormenting me, before taking me deep into her mouth. I couldn’t suppress the moan that erupted from my chest. She sucked my shaft hard before withdrawing until only the tip remain inside that sweet mouth. She ran her tongue back and forth over the small opening at the tip before tracing lightly along the vein on the underside my shaft.

Next she turned her attention to the tight sac beneath and took each ball into her mouth, sucking it gently. She ran light fingers from the tip of my shaft down to the base before grasping it firmly and taking me deep in her mouth again. I could feel the wetness of her core against my legs and it drove me even wilder. I was thrusting slightly against her mouth with each stroke of her hand and mouth. I moaned at the sight of her loving me with those coral lips. “Nikita.”

She looked up at me with bright feverish eyes while she sucked the length of my shaft hard, almost brutally, before reluctantly letting me go. She crawled up the length of my body like a hungry panther before settling her hips over me. She rubbed her hips against me in a circle and I almost lost control completely.

She took me slowly into her wet depth and I sank into her with a sigh. She began riding me with long, slow thrusts taking her time, rhythm slow and sensual, pulling me in completely and then withdrawing until I was almost completely out of her. She began riding me faster, harder and I could no longer keep still as I pulled her down strongly down onto my shaft.

She cried with her passion as I urged her movement faster, both of us almost mindless with pleasure. I sat up to take a hardened nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard. She was grinding her hips against me urgently wanting to get closer, to sink completely into each other. She rode me a little harder, her hips bucking against me, her inner walls milking me with each stroke.

Nikita was chanting my name like a prayer with each hard thrust. I was desperate to make her feel as out of control as I felt. I kissed my way up her body before closing my mouth over the sensitive spot on her neck. I felt her inner depth spasm around me as I reached one of my hands between our entwined bodies. I found the lip of her swollen sex and flicked at the sensitive bud there.

“Michael, please!”

I wrapped one arm around her hips and urged her to increase the tempo as I continued to toy with that receptive bud. Nikita was riding me ruthlessly now, bucking wildly as she forced herself down on my shaft almost brutally. With a final long hard stroke we both went over the edge and into ecstasy.

It took a long time before our racing hearts slow down to normal and we were able to breathe deeply without panting. I ran gentle hands along her back as I nuzzled her neck.
Somehow I had come out of hell straight into paradise and it was all thanks to the golden goddess in my arms. “Nikita.” I sighed, each syllable a benediction.

*****

Over the next few weeks Nikita and I spent every moment outside of Section together. I looked back at those weeks and there were a certain innocence and wonder to them. It was one of the happiest times of my life. We took the opportunity to get to know each other without deception or subterfuge between us.

The more we got to know each other, the more differences we found. Nikita’s taste in music leaned toward electronic and techno, while I preferred classical music. We did discover a mutual fondness to jazz when we stumbled across a jazz club. I liked the soulful music played from the soul and I let her drag me onto the dance floor. I didn’t argue since I loved holding her in my arms.

We both loved to read but preferred vastly different genres. I preferred biographies and classical literature. Nikita admitted she loved to read “trashy romance” since they were optimistic and always ended happily. We were browsing in a used book store when Nikita caught me in the French poetry section. After I admitted my affinity for classical French poetry she made me read some to her. She loved to sit and listened to me read poetry to her for hours. It was a completely selfish act on my part since inevitably Nikita would get so aroused listening to me she would grab the book from my hands and pounced on me.

She sometimes got frustrated saying I was a closed book. I teased her and told her I’m really not that interesting and she didn’t need to know how my mind worked. That spurred her to attack my back and I wrestled her down until we landed in a tangle on the ground. The lengths of our bodies flush against each other, exactly where I wanted to be.

The one thing we have in common was our insatiable need for each other. We couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. The need to touch, to caress, to kiss was so strong that sometimes I completely forget my train of thought when we looked at each other.

Sometimes, despite my best intention of taking her out on a proper date, with a heated look or softest of kiss, we forgo any plans and just stay in. We split our times between her place and mine. Since Nikita helped me decorate the place, she told me she felt a little sense of ownership to it.

Nikita especially loved taking long baths in the claw-footed tub she forced me to install. I still didn’t see the point of baths, but I was perfectly willing to try it with Nikita in it. Nikita would smugly mock me for doubting her choice when she picked out the tub. Her laughter soon turned to moans as I distracted her with caresses and scorching kisses.

****

I caught Nikita sometimes with a sad, wistful look on her face. When I asked her what was bothering her she would just say nothing was wrong and tried to change the subject. The more we opened up to each other and got closer emotionally, the more I sensed something was really troubling her.

Michael: “What’s wrong Nikita?”

Nikita: “Nothing’s wrong. The only thing bothering me right now is you’re too far away from me.”

Nikita leaned over and kissed me. I let myself bask in the tenderness and sweetness of her kiss before pulling away. I couldn’t let her distract me yet.

Michael: “What’s really going on Nikita?”

Nikita sighs and looked down a moment before looking up with sad eyes. “I’m just worried Michael.”

Michael: “Worried about what?”

Nikita: “I’m afraid that I’ll lose you.”

I ran my fingers along her delicately arched eye brows and cupped her beautiful face. “You’ll never lose me Nikita.”

Nikita: “Can you promise me that, no matter what happens, what Section dishes out, you won’t turn against me?”

Michael: “Is that what’s worrying you, what Section will do?”

Nikita: “No…I guess yes, partly. I need guarantees…”

I interrupted her: “There are no guarantees in life Nikita, especially not in Section. All I can promise you is that you have me for as long as we still want to be together.”

Nikita dipped her head down then and thought for a long moment before looking up, the impact of those eyes held me captive. “I guess I’ll take whatever I can get.”

I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her forehead, then her nose, and finally a lingering gentle kiss to her beautiful mouth. “I think it’s worth it to give it a try.”

Nikita ran her fingers along my jaw and said with love and complete honesty shining in her eyes. “You’re worth whatever the price Michael.”

We stared into each other eyes for a long time, gauging the truth shining there before sealing our promise with a heartfelt kiss, which turned into something more, always more.

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