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Date Posted: Saturday, January 29, 11:15:42pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 148+" on Thursday, January 27, 08:17:10pm
Michael was just shutting the door as Walter left the room to find himself ducking as Nikita tried to punch him. Michael then turned quickly and caught her hand again. This time, Michael pulled it behind her body and quickly caught the other hand and placed it back there too. “It’s time for you to clean up, Kita.”
“Let go of me!” Nikita hissed as Michael pushed Nikita forward. He hadn’t been planning on this when he entered the room and placed the first aid kit down. He was going to try to talk Nikita into a shower, but she clearly didn’t want him in the room with her.
“You have blood in your hair,” Michael whispered as he noticed the strands of her hair that were darkened with the blood that was not only hers, but probably mostly his. “We need you to clean up… and you will feel better.”
Nikita put her feet out to try to stop Michael from pushing her into the master bathroom, but Michael had the leverage. He worked quickly and was able to turn on the water before Nikita could try to strike against him. She forced her head back roughly and tried to do some sort of reverse head butt against Michael groaned as her head glanced off of his forehead. “Kita…”
“Leave me the fuck alone, Michael,” Nikita hissed as she pushed again and tried to then pull her arms away by leaning forward hard. She tried to kick Michael’s knees and then she tried to get a kick in between his legs. He got chills that right now that Nikita was a lot like she was when she was first brought into Section. She had been a hell of a trainee and in ways he never would admit, he was stunned that she had survived being a recruit. But Madeline was able to easily scare Nikita into submission of the world of Section. But Michael didn’t have that right now.
Instead, he had cold water.
Michael forced Nikita into the cold water of the shower and he dropped her hands as she was drenched and brought into the cold reality. Michael watched as she withered in the water and jumped back from the water. “What? How? Why?”
“You needed to calm down,” Michael declared as he stepped into the shower also. Michael took a moment to pull Nikita’s shirt off of her and he frowned at some of the bruises that had showed up on her body. There was no way that she was not going to bruise due to the way that she was fighting him. “Kita…”
Nikita turned her head away and then tried to slip away. Michael wrapped his arms around Nikita’s waist and dragged both of them under the water, which had turned warmer already. She tried to pull away and Michael stood firm there with her. “It’s warm water now, Kita… it is going to make you feel better.”
Nikita leaned her head forward and slowly she began to surrender. This allowed Michael to loosen his grip on Nikita. He reached out to a wash cloth and started to wash her body. He then unbuttoned her pants and guided them off of her body and then he continued to wash her.
In Michael’s mind, he knew that she had given up too easily to this. He was tentative and weary that at any moment she could try to make a break for it, or use the slippery surfaces of the shower to get him off balance. Michael then started to wash Nikita’s hair and he rubbed at her shoulders. “It’s going to be ok, Kita. You have to let me help.”
Nikita turned to look at Michael. She studied him and then touched his cheek. But it was too soon for her to show concern for the damage that she had inflicted onto him. Michael listened to Nikita’s words but was two steps head of her when she tried to push him roughly against the wall to get away.
It was Nikita who ended up against the wall.
“I’m going to take care of you.”
“And this is taking care of me?” Nikita fired out and Michael swallowed hard. “For now, it is.”
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