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Date Posted: Wednesday, July 11, 11:09:56pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 453+" on Wednesday, July 04, 08:49:28pm
Mick knocked on the door as he looked thru the screen. He saw Reagan wave at him to indicate for him to come into the cabin. He looked around the kitchen and rubbed his face. “There is no way that Sabina is still asleep. It’s lunchtime.”
Reagan smirked and smiled. “No… Sabina was awake this morning at seven… but Whitney had given her that digital camera yesterday and Whitney came to take her to a store to print them out. She was going to keep Sabina thru lunch.”
Mick pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. “That had to be a relief if she was up at seven.”
Reagan nodded her head up and down. “Endless energy that girl.”
Mick saw the pot of coffee that Reagan was eyeing up and he stood up. He took the empty cup that was in front of Reagan and walked to the pot. “So, Adam came home last night… so he must still be in bed.”
“He came back at a decent hour… He was up around ten and he went over to visit with Lisa,” Reagan explained as she took the cup that Mick offered her and inhaled. Mick went to the refrigerator to pull out the two individual containers of the creamer that Reagan had brought up with her. “Is it ok that Adam went to Lisa?”
“He is having lunch with Rhoda, Nat and Eric along with Lisa. I think it is safe,” Reagan chuckled as she leaned her head back. “But I worry that it’s the first day… what happens when it’s this time next week.”
Mick poured himself a cup of coffee and walked back to his chair. “We’ll handle it.”
“We’ll?” Reagan shook her head and then stopped. “I know… I appreciate your offer.”
“It’s not just an offer. I’m going to be in that house working on it… and I’ll need a break next weekend. We should plan to do something fun… just the four of us,” Mick explained as he leaned closer to Reagan. She reached out and touched Mick’s face. “It won’t be just the four… I have a feeling that Adam already made plans with Lisa.”
“She can either come along or Adam can change them,” Mick directed Reagan as he took his hand to put Reagan’s in it. “So… can we talk about us?”
“There is an us?”
“Reagan…” chided Mick gently as he shook his head before kissing Reagan. “I know that you like the way it is... friends with benefits… but I’ve been exclusively yours and I think there is more going on…”
Taking her hand away, Reagan shifted and looked very awake. She wasn’t about to tell Mick that she had been thinking about them before he arrived at the cabin. Reagan wasn’t sure what she thought about this and she was just afraid. She shifted in the chair and shoved her hand that Mick had been holding underneath her behind. “Ah… Mick… you know… I think we are fine.”
“What are you afraid of?” Mick asked as he didn’t back down. “Being my girlfriend is just a title… a label… because we are already acting like a couple, except not telling anyone.”
Reagan jerked and her shoulders went up. Mick shifted and stood up. He walked up behind Reagan’s chair and rubbed at her shoulders and despite her attempts not to react, Reagan started to relax. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “Mick... I like you a lot…”
“You like spending time with me… we do things with others. We’ve taken Sabina to a lot of things. We are a couple, Jujubes,” Mick whispered as he continued to massage those tense shoulders. He heard a slight chuckle from Reagan with the use of his nickname for her. He usually got punched for using it.
Reagan waited and finally exhaled deeply before turning around to look at Mick. “You understand what Section did to Nikita… and the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder that she has.”
“You don’t have that,” Mick shook his head and Reagan nodded her head. “But Section touched me, Mick.”
“I may not have been in officially, but it touched me too,” Mick fired back and Reagan groaned as she rubbed her forehead while dropping it.
“But you were a teacher inside of Section… you weren’t a cold operative… but it couldn’t have been easy,” Mick continued to talk when it was clear that Reagan was going to remain silent for the moment. Reagan lifted her tear-stained face. “I did teach… but I was still an operative. I had missions… but you’ve never asked me why I was in Section.”
“Nikita got you out. That’s all that matters,” Mick replied as he walked back to the chair so Reagan to face him again without twisting around. He took her hands and squeezed them. “Popsicle knows that you are good.”
“It doesn’t mean that I wasn’t involved with what happened to get me inside of Section,” Reagan rasped and Mick nodded his head. “If Nikita was only going to release the people who were truly innocent, she wouldn’t have gotten married yesterday, Reagan.”
Reagan thought about it for a while and leaned her head forward against Mick’s shoulder. “It’s hard to think… that I’m allowed to have this, Mick.”
“You are,” Mick whispered as he tipped Reagan’s head so he could look into her eyes. “I’m falling in love with you Jujubes… and I’ll wait.”
Reagan felt more tears on her face and Mick whisked them away with tender kisses. “But you have to try too, Reagan… that’s all I want you to do.”
Licking her lips as her head slightly nodded her head up and down until finally she barely whispered, “I will.”
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