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Date Posted: Saturday, March 05, 05:18:00pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 191+" on Wednesday, March 02, 07:22:29pm
“That was quick thinking on your feet tonight,” Michael praised Nikita as he walked up to her as she was finishing washing her face in the bathroom. Nikita laughed and nodded her head. “It was just throwing some soup, noodles and meat together…”
“And crossing your fingers?” Michael quipped and Nikita nodded her head. “Yeah… that too.”
Michael rubbed Nikita’s arms and she shrugged them away. “Michael… we promised Adam.”
“I’m just touching you.”
“You meant to just touch me the last time we were in the bathroom together,” Nikita pointed out as she turned and looked at Michael. “I didn’t mean to forget Christmas.”
“I know that you wouldn’t have allowed it to go on much longer,” Michael spoke and Nikita touched Michael’s shoulder. “But you know that it would be easier for me to just be in this happy haze for a while…”
“Because it was about a year ago that Section…” Michael drifted off and Nikita nodded her head. “Oddly, I don’t remember the exact day that it happened. I was given the order and I was just moving… You know that dates really didn’t seem to matter inside.”
Michael nodded his head and took his hand against Nikita’s neck. “It has been nice these days… we talk some… and then we… we do other things.”
“And right now, those other things have to be more family appropriate,” Nikita sighed as she crossed her hands over her chest. “We can do that, Michael.”
Michael sighed and shrugged his shoulders as he stood in front of Nikita. “It’s not as fun.”
“I agree,” Nikita chuckled as she blushed lightly. “About Adam…”
“Oh, please don’t go there,” Michael shook his head from side to side. “He has an attitude that is only growing…”
“I haven’t helped.”
“It isn’t you,” Michael interrupted Nikita as he stood there. “But he is smart… and wise. He hasn’t caused any problems and if anything he has been my conscious too many times to count… he helps us both.”
“He is a child,” Nikita stated as she blinked her eyes at Michael. Michael looked towards the door and groaned. “Let’s just get through the next couple days, Kita. And I’ll talk to him.”
Nikita grabbed a towel and dried off her face as she nodded her head. She knew how it felt when she was young and she thought she was trying to take care of her mother. She didn’t want Adam to ever feel like he had to take care of them.
“I have something for you,” Michael spoke as he took the towel out of Nikita’s hands. “You’ll need it tomorrow.”
“What?” Nikita asked and Michael took Nikita’s hands. Nikita pulled back with her weight. “It’s never good when you take my hands like this, Michael... we both know where this leads…”
“It isn’t,” Michael arched an eyebrow and with that movement Nikita started to follow Michael. He took her to the bedroom and Nikita cleared her throat. “I swear, Kita.”
Nikita looked around and she then looked at Michael. “You were going to give me something?”
“Sit down… on the bench if you are afraid of me trying to get you into the bed,” Michael chuckled as he walked towards the closet. Nikita didn’t go to the bench but sat on the bed. She looked at his back and laughed. “Not all of our adventures have been in bed, Michael.”
Michael turned to look at Nikita. “You had to bring that up.”
“We both might as well admit we are being tortured,” Nikita shrugged her shoulders slightly. Michael shook his head as he sighed. “I want to give you a gift, Kita. Can I do that?”
“It’s early for Christmas,” Nikita gently commented and Michael nodded his head. “I know it is… but I was going to give you this as a gift… but you are going to need it tomorrow.”
Nikita tilted her head and shook it. “I don’t want a gift early…”
“You need this gift early,” Michael announced as he looked at Nikita. Finally she nodded her head as she realized that Michael was going to give her this gift with or without her blessing. He reached into the closet and pulled out a large box. It wasn’t wrapped yet, but it didn’t show anything on the outside that said what it was.
Nikita hand the box in her lap and Michael stood there, waiting. “Come on… open it.”
Nikita pulled the lid off and blinked as she saw white fur first. Then she continued to pull the clothing out and realized that it was a really high end ski jacket. The material was water repellent and the fur was along a detachable hood that made Nikita realize that the fur was real fox fur. Then she noticed the sparkling Swarovski crystal embroidery. “Michael…”
“Going for a tree tomorrow… and it’s going to be cold… you need to be warm,” Michael spoke as he smiled. “And I like the color… white.”
“I could have worn…”
“That was black,” Michael snapped as he shook his head. “I wanted you to have this… for our new life.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you are.”
“Now you are just trying to get me back into bed,” Nikita smiled brightly as she stood up and wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck. They kissed and Nikita leaned her head back. “Maybe we can be quiet?”
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