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Date Posted: 22:34:22 04/27/11 Wed
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-204-48.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.204.48
Subject: Chapter 7 - rated S for sensuality (j/k lol)
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "The Recruit (working title) - Michael pre-LFN story" on 03:47:50 04/25/11 Mon

Caroline nervously moved around her quarter, lighting candles, turning on music, and putting finishing touches on the table setting. After everything was set up to her liking, she walked to the mirror to check her makeup. She looked at her overly bright eyes, which revealed her excitement and trepidation.

Oh man you�ve got it bad, she said to herself. She�s been with Section 8 for 7 years, had been extensively trained as a Valentine operative, and had been in the field for 5 years. Never before had she been this nervous, this giddy with anticipation, just at the prospect of spending a few hours with a man.

No, not just any man, she sighed, her material. She found that she had to remind herself of this fact multiple times a day. Even with the constant reminders, her logical calculating Section self disappears as soon as she�s with Michael. She�s trained other Valentine ops recruits, why was this one so different, so desirable.

She thought back to the first time she met Michael. She had been given Michael�s personnel file and surveillance feed from his introduction into Section. She had thought she was well prepared to begin his training. How wrong she�d turned out to be.

*****

Caroline walked confidently into Michael�s quarter. Michael was sitting on the narrow bed, with his back against the wall, and one knee propped up with his arm resting over it. She opened her mouth to introduce herself and lost her train of thought as soon as she met his eyes.

The brightness of the room lit his eyes to reveal greenish blue eyes framed by long dark lashes. Straight, well defined eye brows highlighted those extraordinary eyes. A generous Roman nose helped prevent the face from seeming too feminine. Short stubbles darken the strong jaw line revealing a small dip on his chin. He had a small mouth with generous lips that beckon the viewer to taste. The sum of which revealed an astonishingly beautiful masculine face framed by a riot of curls in shades of brown, auburn, and dark blonde.

She suddenly realized that she had been staring at Michael for a full minute without saying a word. He had met her gaze unflinchingly, patiently waiting for her to speak. She gulped and took a deep breath.

�Good morning, Michael. My name is Caroline. I will be training you these next few years. Has anyone told you why you are here?�

She knew what Elsbeth had said on the tape, but wanted to test Michael to see if he would tell the truth.

�According to the other person, I�m here to atone.�

�Yes, but how will you go about atoning for your crimes?�

�It�s not possible. No amount of atonement will bring back the dead.�

His answered shocked her for a moment. She couldn�t help asking: �Then why even bother trying?�

Michael looked at her with an expression akin to resignation. �Apparently it�s not my time to die yet. Until that time comes, I have to live by your rules.�

This conversation was not anything like what she was expecting. Usually it takes a while for a new recruit to figure out there�s no way out, and no other alternative but to cede all control over to Section. Michael had skipped that period of denial completely.

�That�s good. You already accepted what most people take years to figure out. You may just be able to stay alive inside Section.�

Judging from the look in Michael�s eyes, that was not a prospect that excited him.

�You�ve been recruited to be a Valentine operative. Have you heard of the term?�

�No.�

�Sometimes the best way to get to a target is not through guns or fists. There are times where you would need to get close to a target in order to bring them down.�

�Get close how?�

�Through trust, friendship, seduction, anyway you can get close to a target.�

�Seduction?�

�You are a beautiful man, Michael. We will teach you how to turn that beauty into a weapon.�

Those stunning eyes of his were direct and unnerving in its intensity. The resignations in those eyes were turning to disgust. The calmness of his words belied the anger showing in his eyes. �You want to turn me into a wh*ore.�

Caroline smiled coldly at Michael at that. Wh*ore, prostitute, ho*oker, those were all terms she�d called herself over the year. Those terms no longer have the power to hurt her. It simply was a fact she accepted.

�No. We are turning you into a weapon. It�s up to us how we want to use that weapon.�

Her words were greeted with silence as Michael looked away, veiling his thoughts.

�Do you accept that?�

Michael returned her gaze, and with a small sardonic smile he stated: �I have no choice.�

�No. You don�t.�

He inclined his head slightly, acknowledging her honesty.

�Get some rest. I�ll see you tomorrow.�

*****

Caroline broke from her reverie when she realized she only had a few more minutes before Michael was scheduled to arrive. She smoothed a stray lock of hair back and sat down on one of the dinning chair to wait for his arrival. She took several deep breaths, attempting to slow her racing heart beats.

She had thought with time she would be used to the impact of Michael. Instead, it seemed to get worse the longer she trained him. She doesn�t even want to think about how it would be when the training gets more advanced. Ever since she started training Michael, she�s had erotic dreams nightly about him. It took every ounce of her considerable control not to rush the training and loose all semblance of control over him.

The sound of the steady knock on the door made her throat dry. She swallowed with difficulty before giving permission to enter with as steady a voice as she could manage. Like always, all thoughts fled as soon as Michael walked into the room.

Michael was wearing black pants with a fitted black t-shirt delineating the finely sculpted muscles on his broad chest. His hair was slightly damp from showering after a recent training session. He walked forward until stopping a few feet away from her. He inclined his head slightly and politely greeted her: �Good afternoon, Caroline.�

She couldn�t stop the wide smile that broke across her face at the sound of his soft accent. �Good afternoon, Michael. Please have a seat.�

�Thank you.�

�Would you pour some wine, Michael?�

�Of course.�

Caroline watched him greedily as he poured the wine, his movement smooth and sensual. Michael had always had an effortless sensuality to him. The recent training he had been receiving in seduction as well as martial arts and weapons have resulted in an economy of movement. There were no superfluous moves, no abrupt change in direction. There was no excess energy expanded as each move was calculated. This resulted in a smoothness to the way he moved around that was sensuality and sexiness personified.
She smiled and thanked him when he set the wine glass in front of her.

�Today, I will be teaching you how to seduce without using words.�

Michael only quirked his eyebrow at her statement, and she smiled at him in acknowledgement. He was a man of few words, made even more taciturn and cautious by the ever present surveillance and constant testing done on the operatives.

�You can seduce with just your eyes alone. You have to learn to project desire using your eyes even if you feel no actual yearning for a target.�

She knew his other trainers, Jurgen in particular, have been instructing Michael to veil the emotions betraying him through his eyes. What she was asking Michael to do was to fabricate desire and expose them through his eyes.

�You need to draw the target in by the desire you show to them. By the time you even touch them; their need will be so great that they would do anything for you. Let me demonstrate.�

She stopped trying to hide her desire for Michael and exposed all the need and longing she felt for him. It was difficult shuttering those feelings so she looked down to pick up her wine glass and took a fortifying sip. �Now I want you to try.�

Michael looked away and took a deep breath. He turned his gaze directly to hers; the impact of those eyes took her breath away. In his eyes she read hunger, need, and yearning. The emotions there seemed so real she could have sworn it was genuine. She was suddenly desperate to know if Michael actually wanted her.

�There are ways to feign desire. You must learn to read the signals to ensure the desire results. One of those signals is the heart beat.�

Caroline skimmed her finger over the line of Michael�s throat, brushing over his pulse, which beats slow and steady. The lack of physical reaction betrayed the fact that it was all an act, that Michael had no real desire for her. That reality was crushing and it took all her control not to yell at him to give in to tears. She forced herself to continue the lesson, hoping that her reaction hadn�t been noticed by him. She knew, however, how observant Michael was. He most likely caught her reaction and recognized why she was mad.

�Their heart beats give themselves away. If they desire you, their pulse will be hammering away.�

Michael slowly lifted his hand and brushed an elegant finger along Caroline�s throat, revealing the traitorous rapid pulse there. He looked up to meet her eyes, which betrayed her hunger. She looked away from his gaze, trying desperately to mask her thoughts.

�That�s enough for today, Michael. You may go.�

Michael dropped the hand caressing her throat and stood up
smoothly. He walked to the door and turn slightly to look at her. She met his gaze, helplessly revealing her torment.

�Good night, Caroline.�

�Good night.�

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