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Date Posted: 21:47:30 03/13/09 Fri
Author: Odelle
Author Host/IP: CPE0013f7f24246-CM0013f7f24242.cpe.net.cable.rogers.com / 99.234.121.213
Subject: When A Time Comes (Chapter 21)
In reply to: Odelle 's message, "When A Time Comes" on 22:50:15 03/07/09 Sat



Some hours later Michael sat on the floor of the living room, next to the large deep-blue chaise Nikita was lying on. Together they had surveyed their work at the bookcases, and determined that the enormous shelves had easily swallowed all of the boxes of books they had purchased. More would definitely need to be bought to fill the abundantly available spaces. Then, as the setting sun painted the walls golden shades of orange and red, they had made a large, warm, delicious meal. Nikita obligingly formed a list of all the appliances and pans he would need to outfit this particular empty space of his apartment, which now lay pinned to the refrigerator waiting for the next trip they agreed to the following week.

Dinner and dishes done, Michael was now softly reading aloud one of the books Nikita had picked out. It was old French and poetry – she assumed – because she didn’t understand a word of it. But his voice was so soothing, she couldn’t help but beg him to read it to her. He had acquiesced easily, building a fire in the hearth and sitting below her on the plush Persian rug.

Watching the flames dance lazily, Nikita’s eyes began to tell her she needed sleep. She knew she should leave; knew that to stay would weave him into a layer deeper than she had intended by spending the evening here. But her heart couldn’t care less. Slowly, she lowered her eyes, pressing her head deeper into the soft fluffy pillow. His voice became melodic, filtering into her unconsciousness like a heavy vapour. All that was, was Michael’s rough-silken accent, the luxurious warmth she lay on, and the deep promise of peace awaiting her in a few breaths. She filled her lungs with the fresh feeling of another dreamless paradise, and submitted to the rolling, heavy blanket of sleep.

Michael felt, more than heard, her relaxation into slumber. He kept reading until she had fallen deeply under, and then he looked up at her. She was so beautiful, it made his heart ache. More than his heart, actually, if he were honest. He closed the book quietly, and valiantly resisted the urge to tuck an errant lock of hair behind her ear.

In private serenity, he sat in silence – not bothering with thoughts – just enjoying the ability to watch her. Finally, sensing her need, he raised up on his haunches and lowered a throw gently over her form.

She stirred slightly, burrowing deeper into the chaise. She sighed and murmured his name softly. His heart stopped. Lips parting, Michael could hardly believe how his pulse sung in his veins. His name. She had murmured –his– name. He closed his eyes and locked this secret deep inside, as she fell easily back into the depth of her sleep.

Silently, he took his own pillow and throw from a nearby couch, and stretched out on the ground beneath her.

With a small grin, he sent up a prayer that he wouldn’t wake up suffocating, this time.

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