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Date Posted: Sunday, July 21, 06:24:39pm
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's message, "The Outside Operative 12+" on Sunday, June 16, 08:29:29pm
As their hot bodies recovered from their physical release, Michael looked around the small loft bedroom and then gazed at Nikita. “This is cozy.”
Nikita chuckled as she pulled the sheets over their bodies, the chill from outside now starting to touch her skin again. “Better than that first cabin you were going to use. That didn’t have running water.”
“Can’t have anything too elaborate or Zalman will figure that something else is going on,” Michael pointed out as he shifted to sit up in bed, but he pulled Nikita with him. Nikita sighed. “And how long do you estimate it will be until the newest female operative finds you here?”
“Her name is Missy,” Michael commented and he watched as Nikita rolled her eyes. He knew that she found it funny that the operatives working with Michael didn’t last long with him. None of them matched well with him. It wasn’t something that hadn’t been missed by Madeline, but Operations didn’t care as the missions were successful. If Operations only knew why they were successful, he would blow an artery or two.
With a sigh, Michael could see that Nikita was waiting for information. “You saw the report on the mission. Two nights.”
“So I have some time with you,” Nikita cuddled up to Michael and he sighed with the feeling of her skin against his. He never had enough time with her. They were stolen moments and he always craved more. Michael always worried about her. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“Taken care of,” Nikita brushed of the statement. She looked into the small bathroom and sighed. “Too bad I couldn’t find a place with a tub.”
“Your apartment still doesn’t have a tub, does it?” Michael inquired and he felt her tense. “Let’s not go into that discussion again.”
“Adrian and others have provided that you could move, Kita,” Michael chided her softly. He had stopped by her place a couple times and he hated it. It was in a bad part of town and it barely had the basic needs addressed. Nikita had done some cosmetic fixes, but that didn’t fix the poor water and drainage and those others around her apartment.
Nikita kissed his lips. “I’m barely ever there.”
Michael frowned and she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t need anywhere big…. Until…”
“Until we have a big place,” Michael finished and Nikita half smiled. “I’d be happy with a place like this.”
“We barely have heat,” Michael quipped and Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “We didn’t need to worry about that a few minutes ago.”
Michael felt Nikita’s hand start to dance down his bare stomach. “My darling, Kita… are you trying to seduce me?”
“We only have two days together… not enough time,” Nikita slowly spoke as she chewed on her lip while she paused between every couple words.
Michael didn’t think that they should chance her staying that long. He would say that they had one day together before she would have to disappear. But right now, Nikita’s hand was doing exactly what she wanted it to, to make him think just about pleasing her.
It had been two days since Nikita woke up and talked about seeing Operations with Michael. He barely had left the room since then, waiting for her to wake again. There were so many worries in his mind, chief among them that she wouldn’t wake up again. But that didn’t mean that he left and Dr. Carle had said that this was normal for someone who had been in a coma for such a long time.
Michael shifted and looked towards the bed.
Nikita opened her eyes as she felt her body. She felt weak and she knew that she could barely move. As the blurs started to adjust and become clearer, she gasped as she saw her trainer sitting there. She closed her eyes to try to think back to what she last was doing because clearly she had done something wrong in training.
Michael Samuelle scared her so much in the months since she woke up inside of Section One. She had never seen this room before. She had been sent to Medical a couple times and this was nothing like Medical. It was probably some new type of psychological torture used for not scoring well on the sim and that must have been the issue. She remembered when she had just been inside for a couple weeks when they had pumped her up with some sort of drug to make her high. She had been a recreational user to numb the pain during those times on the streets when things were really bad, but they said that they were making sure that she would never do that again. Once they pumped her up, they took it all away, created an extreme withdraw. In the shadows of the hallway, his stern face had gazed in, probably accessing her level of weakness.
“I’m sorry,” Nikita weakly spoke as she shifted and tried to move. It felt like her muscles were melted into the bed. She didn’t know why they did this to her. What did this achieve? “I’m sorry Mr. Samuelle…. I didn’t mean to do so badly… in the sims… I just was off…”
Michael was taken aback by the words from Nikita and confused. He could see that the heart monitor was indicating that her heart was racing and she was trying to physically recoil from him. He was confused and struggled to speak. “Kita… it’s ok… you are fine…”
Nikita jerked with his voice and wasn’t sure with what he had called her. He almost sounded concerned about her and that wasn’t right. She felt tears coming down her face and she knew that tears weren’t allowed. But the attempts to lift her hands to swipe them away were futile and she didn’t understand why she didn’t have control of her body in the way that she should have. It only caused her to panic more.
Walter had heard the nurses stirring outside of the suite while he walked down the room. They were for Dr. Carle because Nikita was awake but also because her heart rate was jumping dramatically. Walter wasn’t stopped as he walked into the room and he could see the scared eyes on Nikita’s face.
“Is this… cancellation?” Nikita asked as she moved her head in a way that caused her hair to fall partially across her eyes. “Is this… a special room… that it happens in…. because it’s not Medical… and I’m sorry Mr. Samuelle for failing… I tried really hard…”
“Kita… It’s me, Michael,” Michael softly spoke as he reached for her and he watched her body jump in fright.
Walter stepped into the room and cleared his throat. “Hey, Sugar…”
Nikita’s eyes looked at Walter and she hoped that he could stop this from happening. “Help me, Walter… I did something wrong… and I can’t move…”
“Kita…”
Walter slapped Michael’s shoulder. “You should go get some coffee, Michael.”
“I need Kita to know that things are getting better,” Michael explained as he looked up at Michael. Walter cleared his throat. “Remember that Dr. Carle said that things are scrambled up in her head… she woke up without the memories of you being… well, I guess she hasn’t had Lyons yet.”
Michael turned to look at Nikita who was trying to cower in the bed and he felt his stomach turn. Since she had remembered things when she first woke up, he thought that this possibility wasn’t going to happen. “But she remembered…”
“Go get some coffee,” Walter pulled at Michael’s shirt, seeing that Nikita was panicking even more and Michael was the root of that panic right now. It wasn’t easy to see this, but Walter had to take action and if he had to drag that younger man out of the room, he was willing to do it.
Michael stood up and looked towards Nikita and realized that Walter was right. It stung.
Walter waited as Michael left the room and went to the bed. “Hey Sugar…”
It was confusing to hear Walter talk to Michael. Walter was ordering Michael around and that wasn’t right. Nikita was sure that she was missing something and she stared at Walter. He looked like he wanted to pull her up in his arms but that wasn’t going to happen. Not in Section One.
But then Walter moved the railing down and sat down on the bed. Nikita looked at him. “What’s going on?”
“You were injured really badly,” Walter explained as he touched Nikita’s chin and then swallowed hard. “And you don’t remember everything.”
Nikita frowned. “What?”
“You were out of Section.”
“No… that doesn’t happen unless you die… cancelled…”
“It did happen,” Walter spoke gently as he took Nikita’s hand. “And the last time you were awake you remembered things that made Michael happy…”
“My trainer was happy?” Nikita questioned with a groan. “He is never happy.”
Walter wanted to refute what Nikita was saying, but that would probably do nothing but agitate her more. He was sure that Dr. Carle would want Nikita to calm down and to explain to this version of Nikita that somehow she fell in love with Michael would serve no purpose.
“Please believe me, Sugar… you aren’t in danger of Section One… they are gone… and now we just want to get you better…. You’ve been asleep a long time. You had a really bad head injury….” Walter spoke as he knew that he wasn’t going to be the one to go down that road with Nikita right now about her relationship with Michael.
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