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Date Posted: 22:04:33 05/06/11 Fri
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: Chapter 3 Or We Could Live - Part 1 (NC-17 rating)
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "Trust is Never Easy - episodic" on 01:00:19 04/22/11 Fri

Side note: have you ever wondered why Michael and Nikita decide to risk it all for a few hours while on a mission instead of try to get together during downtime? Or for that matter why Eric tried to escape with Nikita in the middle of a mission? Wouldn’t it be easier to escape notice when you are not wired and have tracker on you? My attempt to figure this out is that they are constantly under surveillance. In my alternate reality, the reason why they do it is because due to Michael’s Level 8 status he is mostly inside Section and has to be on call at all times. His down times are few and far between and when he is outside he has a security detail (also why he would go meet with Gelman in the middle of a mission since he could shake his security details then).

Chapter 3 Or We Could Live – Part 1 (NC-17 Rating) – Major HR alert

“Sh*t! We lost him again! Madeline is going to kill us. She probably won’t even wait for Housekeeping to get to us. She’ll do it herself. Why the he*ll did we volunteer for this duty?”

“You opened your big mouth and wanted to shadow the great Michael on his downtime.”

“I don’t see you objecting? You probably wanted to follow him to his offsite living quarters so you can paw through his underwear drawer.”

“You’re an as*s hole, Percy!”

“And you’re a lust crazed nymphomaniac, Sherry!”

“Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! What do we do?”

“Lie and deny everything. We’ll say we followed him around and he did absolutely nothing suspicious.”

“How are we supposed to know when he gets back?”

“We park ourselves near Section’s entrance and wait until he returns.”

“Think she’ll believe us?”

“If she doesn’t, she’ll cancel us. If we tell her we lost him, she’ll cancel us. We do it my way; we just might avoid getting killed.”

“Alright.”

*****

The air had a crisp coolness that herald the coming winter. I tilted my head back slightly to let the sun warm my skin. It’s been weeks since my last down time. When Walter had offered the use of his tanning bed I thought he was joking. I couldn’t have imagined how much I missed the sun being trapped 500 below ground.

It was pathetically easy to shake loose from my security detail. I didn’t think much of the caliber of talent of the people tasked with keeping me safe. I was grateful for their ineptitude since I get a few hours of solitude, without the ever present eyes of Section.

I made it back to my apartment to change and water the few plants still struggling to stay alive. I left quickly since I knew they had installed surveillance cameras in my apartment in my absence. Not knowing if my security detail had been briefed on my offsite quarters, I made a few evasive maneuvers to shake them. I didn’t need to bother though, since it was clearly evident that they had not tracked me.

Other than work, the only distractions living inside Section were spending time with Walter, Birkoff, and Madeline. I was primarily a solitary person though and preferred to spend the time reading and listening to records. However, I had read all the books in my limited library and had grown tired of listening to the same thing. I need to take the opportunity afforded by the downtime to acquire a few new purchases.

I went into a used book store I had been to before with Nikita. Just being inside reminded me of her and the nights we spent reading to each other. The memories of a happier time were a depressing reminder of our current forced estrangement. I shook off the melancholy and walked toward the poetry section. When I drew closer I noticed a familiar blonde head crouching down looking at titles on the bottom shelf.

“Nikita?”

She glanced up in surprise and stood up quickly. “Michael! What are you doing here?”

“I had some down time.”

“Did you come to find me?”

“No, it was a coincidence.”

She smiled at that: “I thought you don’t believe in coincidence.”

“I guess it does happen once in a while.”

She smiled warmly, her gaze lingering over my face. “A happy coincidence then.”

I smiled in return, greedily taking in the sight of her beloved face, which was slightly flushed in excitement.
The need to touch her was almost overwhelming. I stepped closer to look down at the book she was holding. “What are you getting?”

Nikita blushed and clutched the books to her breasts, hiding the titles: “Nothing, just a few random books.”

I gently push the books down so I could read the titles, grazing her breasts in the process. Her sharply inhaled breath briefly distracted me as I see her breasts rise in response. “You’re reading French poetry?”

“I can’t really read them, but…” She couldn’t complete her sentence and her face had turned an adorable shade of pink.

“They remind you of the nights when I read them to you?”

She sighed: “Yes.”

I met her embarrassed gaze and made an admission: “I was going to get some as a reminder as well.”

She blinked a few times at my confession and gave me a glorious smile. “Would you like to get some coffee?”

“I’d love to.”

We left the books behind and left the store. Nikita glanced around nervously: “Where’s your security detail?”

“They couldn’t keep up.”

She quirked her eyebrows at that: “You mean you evaded their watch?”

“Yes.”

She chuckled: “What would Madeline say?”

“She’ll probably assign better trained operatives next time.”

“What happens when you shake them off as well?”

I merely shrugged: “I’d probably recommend they get further training, assuming she lets them live.”

She frowned at that and I cut off her objection before she could voice them. “I need time away from being watched as well.”

Her frown eased and turned into a mischievous grin: “You should tell them to cancel surveillance, Michael.”

Knowing where she was going I replied: “Tell them I’d rather be cancelled rather than being watched like an animal in the zoo you mean?”

She hooked her arm around mine and leaned in close. “Yes.”

“It’s okay. I’m used to being watched.”

“I don’t know how you get used to that.”

“I don’t think about it.”

We walked to the café in companionable silence.

“When do you have to go back, Michael?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“I’ve been off for a few days with nothing to do except being hassled by Mick.”

Her mention of Mick reminded me that he was one of the people tracked going to Center. I pushed that thought out of my mind to concentrate on what was more important, the woman seated next to me. “Want me to toss him out of a moving limo again for you?”

“Why, is that a joke Michael?”

I said with a straight face: “No.”

Nikita just laughed her wonderful husky laugh and leaned closer to me. “I don’t want to let you go, Michael.”

“I don’t have to get back yet.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I know.”

I wrapped my arm around her and caressed her shoulder. “Do you want to go to the jazz club?”

“Sure.”

*****

I’ve always loved holding Nikita in my arms, something I don’t allow myself to indulge in, ever mindful of the constant eyes watching. I buried my face in her silky hair and breathed in her sweet fragrance. She shivered slightly and tightened her arms around me. We swayed to the mellow notes of the blues music playing, joyful of this time together.

She pulled back slightly so we could look into each other’s eyes. It was my turn to quiver as she brushed her fingers down my face and traced it over my lips. I kissed her fingers gently and watched as the passionate fire flare in her eyes.

She bit her lips and looked at me with melting desire: “I need to be with you, Michael.”

“I know.”

“Can we go to my place?”

“It’s wired.”

“What?” Her eyes narrowed in irritation.

“I think they put in surveillance when they issued the Type 1 directive.”

Nikita let out a few choice curse words at that. “How about your place?”

“It’s wired too.”

“Why?”

“Officially, for my security; unofficially, to keep an eye on me.”

“Sh*t.”

We danced for a few more minutes, reluctant to let each other go. “We can go to a hotel?”

I was afraid that she would get offended by my suggestion. She merely smiled at my question and grabbed my hand to haul me out of the night club.

“Where to?”

We checked into a nearby hotel. We didn’t get too far into the room before grabbing on to each other and kissing ravenously. After several heated minutes of deep kisses, we broke apart gasping for air. We start ripping each other’s clothes off, desperate to rid ourselves of any barriers. Finally, we held each other, enjoying the sensation of smooth skin against hard muscles.

I walked her back toward the wall and leaned in for more kisses. It was as if I’ve been starving and I couldn’t get enough of her sweet mouth. I pulled away and looked down at her reddened mouth and into her passionate eyes. Groaning, I leaned into to feast again.

Nikita’s hands were everywhere, tunneling into my hair to pull me deeper into the kiss, running along my arms, grazing down the length of my back, and finally cupping my buttocks and pressing her hips against mine. I gasped at the sensation of her smooth skin against my hardened shaft.

“You keep that up and we won’t get to the bed.”

“Forget the bed.”

Her sexy growl nearly made me lose control. I pulled back and held her at arm’s length. I gave her a warning look when she reached for me again. I leaned down and kissed a path down to her breasts and pulled a hardened bud into my mouth. She gasped and trembled as I worked that responsive nipple. After giving it a lot of loving attention, I kissed my way to the other waiting bud.

Nikita had buried her hands into my hair and arched her breasts toward me. “Michael.” She chanted my name, each word caressing me. I dropped to my knees and kiss my way down to her navel, and finally to the object of my quest.

“Michael!” She cried out as I tasted the sweet nectar at her core and teased the sensitive bud hidden in the fold.
I lifted one of her long legs and draped it over my shoulder, opening her core to my exploration.

“Michael! I can’t-I can’t wait anymore!”

Her supporting leg was trembling and she was close to tumbling over the edge. I let her leg drop from my shoulder and stood up. I lifted her so that her legs wrapped around my waist and plunged deep into her sweet depth.

We both stopped for a moment, savoring the sweet reunion. The fire ignited between us couldn’t be ignored and the timeless rhythm begins. Pushing and pulling, each taking as much pleasure as we could, mindless with pleasure.

I lost all control and was thrusting frantically into her. Afraid that I was hurting her, I tried to slow the rhythm. The golden haired goddess wouldn’t let me and made that clear by digging her nails into my shoulders. I claimed her lips against as I thrust into her again and again, the fire building until it consumed us both.

*****

“Hi, Michael. I’m going to be down the next few days, need anything?”

“Not right now, see you in a few days.”

Nikita smiled at my answer and left. For the past few months, we would meet any time we had downtime at the same time. I had just given her a coded message that I would have downtime soon. While the limited time we got to spend together wasn’t nearly enough for either of us, it was better than the alternative.

Even that small window of opportunity might be closing soon. My inept security detail had kept the fact that they lose track of me every time we leave Section a secret.
Madeline had finally got the truth out of them and threatened them with cancellation if they ever loose me again. That wouldn’t bother me except she then warned me that if I evaded their watch again I would lose downtime for the next 6 months. Despite that reprimand, I was fully prepared to risk it to spend a few days with Nikita.
Hopefully my security detail won’t report in until after I returned to Section.

I wrapped up work as quickly as I could, packed a few items from my quarters, and left determined to lose the security detail quickly.

*****

*F**k! We lost him again. That’s it! We’re going to be cancelled for sure. Madeline told us she would personally cancel us herself.”

“What do we do, Percy?”

“Let’s go back to his quarters and see if he’s just out running errands and will return.”

“She’s going to know we lied.”

“Maybe he’ll be back within a few hours.”

“You’re in serious denial, Percy.”

“Well what’s your brilliant plan?”

Sherry just dejectedly shook her head. Either way, this might very well be the last few days she had left on earth.

“Sh*t! Why the hell did he choose to lose us again? He was doing so good the last few times he went out.”

She thought back to the previous times they had to track him. Madeline had caught them in their lies when they were being debriefed with the simple fact that they had no idea where Michael lived. Just thinking about that encountered sent chills down her spine. They had stood in front of Madeline in her office reporting Michael’s activities for the last two days.

Percy had taken the lead. “Nothing much happened. He ran some errands, went home, and just sort of stayed in for a few days.”

Madeline had been silent for a few moments before asking point blank: “Where does Michael live?”

That’s when both Percy and she started sweating bullets.

“Um…he lives close to Section.” He shot a desperate look her way in panic.

“He lives near the St. Cloud suburb.” She took a blind stab by throwing out the nearest neighborhood to Section.
Madeline smiled at them and she immediately knew they were done for.

“No, he does not. Why don’t you tell me what really happened the last few times you trailed him.”

Knowing continuing lying would only make it worse for them, Sherry admitted: “We haven’t been able to track him. He loses us within minutes each time he leaves.”

“And you’re only telling me now?”

They both nodded grimly.

“I will have a talk with Michael to make sure this behavior doesn’t continue. In the mean time you both need to be retrained since he obviously got the best of you. If you ever lose him again or lie about it, you both will be cancelled immediately. You’re dismissed.”

Madeline gave them Michael address before his next downtime to make it easier for them to trail him. Not that they needed it since Michael was obviously not trying to lose them this time. He had led them directly to his address and went in. A few minutes later he re-emerged wearing a leather jacket and pants while carrying a motorcycle helmet.

Sherry had nearly started hyperventilating at the sight of Michael wearing anything other than his black uniform. She nearly melted into a puddle of goo when she saw him straddle a motorcycle. Any daydreams about Michael straddling something else fled as they tried to keep up with him. Even though Michael wasn’t trying to lose them, he drove like a bat out of hell and handled that motorcycle like it was a part of him.

Strangely, the story they made up for Madeline turned out to be pretty true. Michael ran a few errands and then returned home. He stayed in for the rest of the evening while they waited in the car across the street.

Sherry got bored watching Percy flipping a deck of cards into a hat. “I’m going to go upstairs to get a better view of the perimeter.”

“Just admit it, you want to spy on Michael and drool over him.”

She flipped him off: “Suck it, Percy!”

“Go right ahead, I don’t mind.”

She rolled her eyes and got out of the car. “Contact me if anything changes.”

She walked up a few flights of stairs and broke into a vacant apartment. She looked through the binocular into Michael’s loft. If she nearly hyperventilated at the sight of Michael in leather, she practically started panting when she saw him wearing jeans and a black form fitting t-shirt. “Holy sh*t!”

“What was that, Sherry?”

“Um..nothing!” She watched as he moved around the kitchen, obviously preparing a meal. She thought to herself: A man after her own heart: dangerous, sexy, and he can cook! He put the vegetables he was cutting into a pot and put it in the oven. She nearly passed out at the view of that gorgeous butt as he bent down toward the oven.

He wiped down the counter and moved into the living room with a glass of wine. She watched as Michael reclined on the sofa reading a book while sipping the wine. It was so rare to see Michael so relaxed. He was always so reserved inside Section, like a coiled spring ready to explode into action at any moment. It was why everyone gave him a wide berth and left him alone because they know how dangerous he was.

It was always surprising whenever she see someone who didn’t seem to be scared of him. It made sense that Operations and Madeline wasn’t, since they have control over his life. It made less sense when she sees Walter, Birkoff, and especially Nikita behaving friendly toward him. She actually had seen those three physically touch him on occasion. Michael practically has a sign warning people to stay at least 10 feet away from him, outside of striking distance. That he allowed them within his personal space, and in the case of Nikita practically crowd him, was the reason why everyone assumed they were having an affair.

Sherry’s attention jerked back to the present f**ked up situation by Perry’s voice.

“Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! What do we do?”

“Guess we go back to his place and hope that he returns soon.”

*****

“What are we going to do?”

Nikita was running her fingers through my hair as I lay upon her chest. We’ve had two blissful days together, free to enjoy each other’s company. The sunlight peeking through the curtains was an unhappy reminder that I had to return to Section soon.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t think I can bear it, seeing you and not being able to touch you.”

I listened to her racing heartbeats, which were slowly calming down. “We have to.”

She sighed and held me closer to her. “It gets harder to let you go each time.”

I looked up at her sad eyes then: “Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head and smiled wistfully: “Sometimes I want to run, just run away with you.”

“They’ll catch us.”

“Maybe they won’t get us for a few weeks. It wouldn’t be a bad way to die, in your arms.”

I kissed her hand and brush it against my face: “I can’t accept that.”

She was tearing up: “I can’t watch you die either.”

I kissed her then, to lose ourselves in each other and forget what the rest of the day would bring.

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