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Date Posted: Thursday, November 18, 06:44:31pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 57+" on Thursday, November 18, 06:39:07pm
Nikita turned the corner in the hallway and stopped. She had gone to the bathroom and Michael was now standing in the hallway, panic in his eyes. She had thought for a moment to wake him by her side and let him know, but it was still early. “Not leaving.”
“Good,” Michael rasped as he forced himself to take a deep breath. He had tried to stay awake, but he knew in the end that he wasn’t going to be able to watch over Nikita as she slept. He also knew that she had slept, which was different than every previous night.
He also had been careful not to cross that invisible line that only their hands had crossed while staying beside Nikita. It had worked through the night, but when he opened his eyes to find his hand empty and the bed beside him empty, he had assumed that Nikita had left.
But there she was, standing in the hallway, looking at him. He was so relieved to see her there. Michael had been ready to find his cell phone and call out to Davenport to find out where his men had tracked Nikita too. Instead, she was standing right in front of him.
“I don’t want you to leave, Kita,” Michael spoke again as he stepped forward and forced his hands together. She didn’t look as tired as she had looked and the redness from crying was gone from her eyes. In fact, Michael could see that the blue of her eyes were back from just that little bit of sleep.
Nikita stepped towards Michael. She tilted her head to look at him. She wasn’t sure what to think. It confused her. But right now, those memories that hurt her so badly for the past months did not take center stage in her mind. It was Michael who was center stage in her mind right now. “You… feel good.”
Michael didn’t realize that he was still stepping towards her. Just weeks ago he never thought that he would see Nikita again, let alone have her in his own house. She was free from Section One and she was with him. It was his dream come true. He also knew that Nikita’s lack of words didn’t mean that he felt good – it meant that Nikita feels good being near him. It meant so much that he was not causing Nikita more pain.
“Kita…” Michael whispered as he looked at Nikita.
Her body launched forward, with needs and desires that she had not felt in years. She pushed Michael to the side so that his back was against the wall as her hands wrapped around his neck. Nikita’s mouth parted open as it pressed against his lips, urgent and in need. She arched her back into Michael’s body, feeling alive as she touched him.
It was a purely physical reaction that Michael could not stop at first. His lips parted to meet Nikita’s lips, her tongue teasing his into action. Kissing her deeply as he never seemed to have enough time to do. The years apart melted away. That time didn’t matter as their bodies just knew each other.
Nikita ran her hands down Michael’s body and settled them on Michael’s hips. She rolled her legs forward and felt him growing in the pajama bottoms that he had changed into at some point during the night. Michael groaned as Nikita pulled her lips away and looked at him.
It was still a physical reaction that Michael was acting on. The fact that Nikita was kissing him, wanting him, and turning him on almost beyond the point of pleasure. Part of his mind knew that it had to stop, but it did not stop his hands from wrapping themselves around Nikita’s waist and lifting her in order to walk into his bedroom, which was just to the side of where Nikita had smoothly pushed him against the wall. The light was needed as Michael continued to move until he deposited Nikita on the bed.
“Michael…” Nikita rasped as she reached a hand up and allowed her fingers to touch his hair. He was real. This wasn’t one of those rare good dreams that she had when Michael would appear and rescue her. He was here, with her – touching her now.
Michael knelt on the bed, looking down at Nikita. Her hair was spread out around her head. She was a vision that he had ached for so long to see again in his bed. Her hands were pulling him back down to her lips and Michael did not pull away. This interlude was not optimal, but to kiss Nikita, it was making his heart sing and truly have physical acknowledgement that she was still alive.
Her hands pushed at Michael’s thin t-shirt and pushed it over his head. She leaned up and kissed at Michael’s chest. She stayed up at that angle as she dropped her hands to her shirt and pulled it over her head, looking at Michael with desired-filled eyes as she leaned back, trying to call Michael to her.
Michael’s mind kicked in at that moment. This wasn’t right! Giving into his body’s desires, and Nikita’s body’s desire, wasn’t going to make anything better. It would be a temporary escape from the reality where Michael knew nothing about what had happened to Nikita and Nikita was still in a shell.
Abruptly pulling away, Michael shook his head from side to side. “I’m sorry, Kita… I shouldn’t have encouraged this…”
Nikita looked at Michael as she felt the pain of being pulled back to the life that she wanted to escape from. Michael could see her face turn pale from the quick change he had caused. He stood up from the bed and retrieved Nikita’s shirt and turned his back to Nikita while she put the shirt back on. “It would be so easy, Kita… and I want you like that…. But not on these terms…”
Nikita hugged her arms around her body, embarrassed by her actions. She rubbed her neck as she fought off tears.
“Don’t be upset at yourself… and please don’t leave, Kita… not about this,” Michael urged as he turned back to see Nikita’s face. She was so disappointed. But if he had made love to her in those moments, it would have made things even more impossible. It would have made it possible for them to use sex as a way to avoid what was happening to Nikita. And that couldn’t happen.
Nikita struggled as she didn’t look at Michael. She was ashamed and suddenly felt exhausted again. “Don’t… want…”
“I do want you, Kita,” Michael interrupted as he squatted down in front of Nikita and tried to get her to look at him. But Nikita kept her eyes away from his gaze. “But not now, Kita… not until I know what happened and you are really truly comfortable with being here with me…”
Nikita glanced at Michael and dropped her head. “My… mistake…”
“Kita… believe me…. We are going to make love sometime soon… but not right now,” Michael declared firmly. “I can’t be this close to you without knowing that I want you in that way…”
Nikita stood up and Looked towards the window. Her eyes were glittering with tears and Michael felt awful. He knew that he had done the right thing. It would have been so much worse if he had not stopped. But yet, it didn’t make him feel less guilty right now.
Michael wasn’t surprised when Nikita briskly left the room. He shook his head as he listened in the quiet room and could hear Nikita walking down the stairs. Mere seconds later, the door was opened. Michael went back to the guest room as his cell phone started to ring. “Yeah, Davenport… please follow her.”
“Do you want me to stop her?” Davenport inquired and Michael sat down on the side of the bed he had slept during the night, unsure how he had not felt the lust that had consumed him moments ago. He had to find a way to stop those thoughts and not allow this to happen again. “No…. I think she’ll come back.”
“Really?” Davenport chuckled. “Yeah… in two hours when she is half way across town… I’ll call you.”
Michael heard Davenport disconnect. Yet, Michael was not fazed by Davenport’s comments. He didn’t think that Nikita was going to run. In fact, he was more sure about that now than he had been last night when he went to sleep.
Nikita would be back.
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