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Date Posted: 12:38:07 05/26/09 Tue
Author: Odelle
Author Host/IP: CPE0013f7f24246-CM0013f7f24242.cpe.net.cable.rogers.com / 99.234.121.213
Subject: When A Time Comes (Chapter 36)
In reply to: Odelle 's message, "When A Time Comes" on 11:23:04 04/14/09 Tue



Michael deposited Nikita gently on the thick white duvet, cradling her tired head last to rest her against the thick pillows. Her eyes were closed as she savoured deeply the feeling of being moments away from blessed sleep. The bed felt like heaven, and she could hardly contain the physical feeling of safety as it washed over her.

“Don’t worry,” her voice was low with humour, “I burned the old bed.” Housekeeping had systematically stripped the house of Guillaume – including her personal apartments. At her direction, they had also removed and replaced the bed, curtains, carpets, towels, linens, and anything else that might hold his scent or a reminder of his presence in her home.

Michael was somewhere near her feet, clunking off his boots, “I wasn’t.”

She felt him tug off the flats of her shoes; heard them slap gently to the floor near the walk-ins. She then felt a gentle tug on the toes of her stockings. The lace bands scraped along the tops of her thighs as he pulled them down, and her eyes flew open. She looked down to glare at him with a shocked expression.

“Relax,” Michael said blankly, with what she could only describe as a self-satisfied gleam in his eye.

She couldn’t believe how brass he was being, in light of her deeply personal revelation. And then it hit her: this was the tact he was taking – humour and touch, instead of the long two years she’d had of feeling like a fragile piece of glass.

When her stockings slid free, Michael decided that was plenty for tonight, and stood and took off his jacket and belt. He tossed them carelessly on the floor and turned back to face her. She was venturing close to the abyss of sleep as he lifted her, slipped down the top of the duvet, and tucked her inside. Then, he walked around the other side of the bed and climbed inside the heavy comforter.

Checking the time, Michael quietly prowled across the large expanse toward her, turned her gently away from him, and tucked a small pillow between their bodies.

Nikita pivoted her head to look at him questioningly over her shoulder as she felt the firm pillow against her buttocks. Michael drew himself up flush against her, and placed his hips against the pillow in answer.

Nikita lay her head back into the downy softness to find Michael’s arm under her neck, and she grinned to herself. The small pillow was to mitigate the risk of a repeat-performance from the occasion she had awoken to find his morning-erection pressing warmly and insistently into her cleft – and tried to kill him.

His other arm came around to encircle her, and then he kissed her shoulder tenderly.

“Sleep,” he commanded softly.

What a remarkable directive, she thought; it was probably the first she’d take from him in a long, long time. It was a submission she doubted she’d get used to.

“Thank you,” she breathed in the softest of whispers, and, in a few deep breaths, fell easily into the arms of blessed rest.

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