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Date Posted: 01:00:27 05/08/11 Sun
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 2 (NC-17 Rating)
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "Trust is Never Easy - episodic" on 01:00:19 04/22/11 Fri

This chapter touches slightly on: Playing with Fire

Chapter 3 Or We Could Live – Part 2 (NC-17 Rating)

“Hi Walter.”

“Hey sugar, how it going?”

“Not bad.”

He took a closer look at Nikita. There was a faraway look in her eyes, a slight smile on her lips, and flushed cheeks. It didn’t take a genius to figure out his sugar got her heart’s desire recently. Unfortunately for him, she only had her heart set on one man. His guess was confirmed when Nikita saw Michael walking toward his office. Her face flushed and her eyes brightened with happiness. As if feeling the intense gaze of his lover, Michael looked across the room and their eyes met and held for several seconds before he looked away and went into his office. Nikita gave a long sigh as Michael disappeared from view.

He lowered his voice and whispered: “You have to be careful, Nikita.”

She looked up startled and smiled wryly: “Was it that obvious?”

“Yes, and you can’t react like that around Madeline or
Operations.”

“I know. Michael never could teach me how to hide my feelings.”

He chuckled at that: “Well not a lot of people can perfect that blank mask of his. About the only person who can give him a run for his money is Madeline.”

Nikita looked at him suspiciously: “Did she teach him that?”

“No. Michael came to Section with that mask firmly in place. I think Jurgen had a hand in it.”

“Jurgen?”

“Yeah, he was one of Michael’s trainers. I think he’s partially responsible for how paranoid and on guard Michael is.”

“Michael told me once that Jurgen trained him. He doesn’t talk about it, then again he doesn’t talk about a lot of
things.”

“That’s just his training, sugar. He knows not to share his thoughts in order not to lose his edge.”

“I wish he would trust me.”

“He does, sugar. The fact that he’s disobeying those in charge to be with you says how much he does.”

Nikita gave him a tremulous smile before the smile faded and she sighed.

“Why the frown?”

“Michael told me he most likely won’t get another downtime for 6 months.”

“Ouch! Why’s that?”

“Madeline told him if he shakes loose from his security detail again, she would revoke his downtime privilege.”

Walter snorted and said derisively: “Michael doesn’t need a security detail.”

Nikita smirked in response: “Obviously.”

“Listen, is there any way I can help?”

“What can you do?”

“Well I can on pass messages you don’t want others to see.”

Nikita smiled at his offer: “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I won’t. Besides, it would give this old man a thrill to be helping out young lovers.”

“I’ll ask Michael.”

“Yeah, let me know.”

*****

I’ve always been able to separate what I want from what I must do. However, with Nikita I couldn’t seem to be able to repress those desires. It didn’t help matters when every time I see Nikita, she seemed to be undressing me with her eyes. I became extremely motivated to find a way for us to be together.

I found the way almost by accident. While reviewing a mission profile, I noted a way to shorten the timeline by two hours. Working within the mission parameter, there was a way to use dark approach and take advantage of the extra hours. Once Nikita told me of Walter’s offer, it was easy to figure out a way to coordinate the meet.

I knew it was only a matter of time before Madeline figured out what was going on. It was surprising how long it took her to notice. In order to act on her suspicion, she would have to catch us going off profile.

I was instantly on guard when Davenport was added to my team for the Crimson Storm mission. The entire drive to the terrorist cell, I was calculating how to drop Davenport prior to the meet and to warn Nikita. The opportunity showed itself when a terrorist approached on a motorcycle. I quickly shot the driver and took control of the bike.

“We’ll stagger approach. Stay close.”

I drove toward a bridge that had vehicle barriers. “Birkoff, take us off follow-up.”

Birkoff: “Michael wants to go dark.”

Operations: “Is that prudent?”

Birkoff: “Makes sense…the entire perimeter’s a hot zone. And Crimson Storm has satellite tracking capabilities.”

Operations: “Drop him.”

Birkoff: “Dark approach granted.”

Once Section was no longer tracking, it was easy to lose Davenport behind. It was a short distance to where Nikita waited. The meet was on a boat and it reminded me of our reunion after the abeyance operation. That time, Nikita was uncertain and fearful. This time, she looked at me in anticipation.

Michael: “We have one hour.”

The first tentative brush of her lips rouse the feverish craving I always have for her. It didn’t take much to completely lose control, the slightest touch of her hands, her husky voice in desire. She reached for me and I held her hands back, not yet ready to let the fire consume me without making sure Nikita wanted this as badly as I did.

I lowered Nikita’s jacket off her shoulders, baring glorious creamy skin. She leaned in to kiss me, wanting to rush me. I gently pushed her back and she looked at me with such intense need that I gave in and let her hands loose. I rocked back slightly when Nikita step forward and kissed me aggressively.

She lowered the jacket off my shoulder and pushed me back until we stood next to the containers in the middle of the room. She surprised me when she shoved me down so that I was seated on top of them. She straddled one of leg and pulled me close for a deep kiss.

Her aggressiveness broke down the last of my control and I kissed her all the pent up longing that’s been keeping me on edge. We frantically pulled at each other’s clothes until there were no barriers left between us. I drew her close and kissed her sensitive neck. The sound of her moans was an aphrodisiac and I drew a delicate ear lobe into my mouth.

Nikita sat down on my thigh and ground herself against me. It was my turn to groan at the feel of the wetness between her legs. I kissed a trail down to her nipple, while I caressed her elegant leg up to her wet core. I rubbed that sensitive bud as she started riding my thigh, each short stroke driving me wild.

“Nikita.” I chanted her name, completely out of control, needing to be as close to her as possible. Hearing the desire roughening my voice, Nikita reached down and caressed me. Each firm stroke brought me closer to completion until I tipped my head back and gave into pleasure.

She shifted to straddle me and gently guided me to her welcoming entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto my thick shaft, each inch was sheer heaven, until finally I was buried deep where I belonged. We both sighed, overwhelmed by the sensation. She started riding me, long slow strokes, pulling almost completely out, and then down to the base. Her strokes became faster, becoming rougher with each thrust, until she was riding me wildly.

The feel of her wet walls tight around me was intoxicating, as well as the view of Nikita throwing her head back in bliss. I gripped her hips and spurred her on as she took me roughly into her, stroking wildly, completely uninhibited. I reached up to caress her face, and she looked down with passion-glazed eyes and leaned down to kiss me.

She rode me faster, stroking roughly almost brutally. We were both panting in our exertion, feverishly needing to reach completion. Her hips bucked wildly, riding me ruthlessly. With the last few deep thrusts, we cried out surrendering to blissful completion.

Sanity slowly returned as we gasped to catch our breaths. We held each other close, unwilling to let go of the closeness we were feeling. I loosened Nikita’s hair from the bun and fanned it out, feeling the silky strands through my fingers. I buried my face in her fragrant hair and inhaled her intoxicating scent.

Nikita sighed and ran her hands up and down my back. I could hear her racing heartbeat finally calming down as the last tremors of her release milked me. “Michael, I love you.”

I pulled back to look into her eyes. She looked at me with love, honesty, and sadness shining in those extraordinary eyes. I knew then that I would do anything for her, to make her happy, to make her safe. I kissed her then, unable to speak the words, but feeling the reciprocating response deep within me.

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  • Chapter 3 Or We Could Live - Part 3 -- asiacheetah, 23:54:24 05/09/11 Mon
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