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Date Posted: 21:45:59 03/28/12 Wed
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: CPE-58-161-104-186.kybq1.win.bigpond.net.au / 58.161.104.186
Subject: Chapter 225
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "Next couple of chapters of The Rising Dragons" on 22:14:22 03/09/12 Fri

Chapter 225

Nikita heard her name once more. No… It couldn’t be true … Michael wasn’t here. Was he?

She fluttered her eyes open without really focusing, sighed then closed them again. It was just wishful thinking.

“Ni-kita.”

This time at the sound of Michael’s voice washing over her, she blinked her eyes trying to focus on the lulling timbre of his voice. Although not fully awake Nikita opened her eyes and looked around her to see his concerned face close to hers. She wasn’t dreaming after all … Michael really was here. He wasn’t an apparition; he was standing by her bed. Nikita moved her head so that she could look up at him. When he smiled at her, a radiant smile bowed her mouth in return and his name echoed on her lips.

“Michael.”

They searched each other’s faces for a long moment; the intensity of his gaze equally shocked and thrilled her. Nikita couldn’t believe Michael was really here … that she could see him … touch him. Her hands started to shake with this need. She felt her face grow hot as he caught her stare. Michael too felt the draw she had on him. He needed to gather her in his arms once more, to feel her closeness and reassure Nikita that they were going to be okay. Tenderly his eyes travelled all over her face. Michael longed to press gentle kisses to her temple and hold her lovingly until the nightmare of the mission dissipated. He ached to caress Nikita back to good health with healing kisses. He wanted to do all of this and more … much, much more.

Nikita was suddenly nervous, but it was a nervousness borne from relief and desire. Michael was okay. He was going to heal. He was alive. Her skin prickled cold then hot as she felt a shiver course through her body from head to toe at his nearness. He was the stimuli that she responded to. Just the sight of him made her toes curl. Michael did this to her every time … it was an involuntary reaction … one she could not control. Nikita stared at him as his voice invaded her senses doing funny flip flops in her heart. But it was his smile that sent her emotions soaring.

“Hi.”

Oh my … I must look terrible, Nikita thought subconsciously running a hand through her hair in an attempt to make herself more presentable.

Wriggling in the bed, she tried to raise herself up but felt Michael’s resistance to her movement as he captured her hand in his. To him she was beautiful in every way. His eyes lingered on Nikita’s parted lips when her head fell back into the pillow. She was unable to break her gaze from his as Michael leaned closer. The alluring scent of her skin filled his senses until desire grabbed him, and he surrendered to its pull. Bending his head, Michael placed his mouth to hers. The kiss was gentle in its intensity … yet everything was in that kiss. Nikita could barely breathe. His touch thrilled her to the bone. Her lips moved a little under the pressure of the kiss until breathlessly, they parted for him. Michael gently slipped his tongue into the warm recess of her mouth. Nikita sighed when he deepened his caress, but he was careful not to apply too much pressure to her swollen, cut lip. His tongue retreated then teased the fullness of her lips once more before reluctantly releasing her from the kiss. Michael knew he had to pull away before he yielded more to the embrace and couldn’t stop the irresistible urge to gather her in his arms.

Nikita’s emotions were running wild. It had been too long since her lips had felt the pressure of Michael’s kisses. Her eyes widened as she recalled the things that he’d said to her on the mission. This kiss was a reconfirmation that the personal things they’d shared … the feelings he’d revealed … were true. Suddenly all the raw feelings in her heart burst free.

“I love you.”

Nikita peered into Michael’s eyes with the pure honesty of her words.

Her words were his undoing.

The last time he’d heard those words from her lips was when they were preparing to die at the monastery. Michael remembered the passion of Nikita’s gaze then. This time it had multiplied. It continued to surprise him that this beautiful woman could love him … the man who had constantly manipulated, the one who had hurt her so many times in the past. He would never tire of hearing her say those three profound words. He loved Nikita beyond all reasoning, beyond all common sense. His desire for her was greater than he’d ever had for any other woman in his life. Nikita was the other half of his soul. She was the very air he breathed. Without her he was a shell of a man but together they soared. Nikita was his everything. Reaching for her, his arms pulled her into his embrace. Then, inclining his face into the side of her neck, Michael fought to keep his own resolve but to no avail. His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke into Nikita’s ear.

“I love you too.”

He meant every word.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Nikita closed her eyes, as did Michael, and they were reluctant to pull apart. Just knowing that both of them had survived the atrocities at the monastery despite all the odds was miraculous. Michael was grateful that Dr Johnson was the physician that he was. He and the team of surgeons in Med Lab were responsible for putting them back together physically and now he had all the intentions of putting Nikita back mentally and emotionally once they were out of here in a day or so. Then their real healing could begin.

Finally Michael stepped back a little, but he kept his face close to Nikita’s as he explored her features. Nikita felt his eyes take inventory of each bruise, each mark that Andy Koo had bestowed. She knew Michael was livid for she saw his eyes turn cold for a split second as he felt the evidence of her welts. Nikita knew that look … he could neither forgive nor forget. No sooner had she seen these thoughts cross his face than they were gone. Their foreheads touched and Michael’s finger lightly glided over the puckered edges of her split, bottom lip.

Her lip tingled at the feel of the sensitive pads of his fingertips and Nikita held onto the moment any way she could. But all of a sudden it dawned in her that the surveillance cameras would have caught every moment of their reunion. Nikita tore her gaze away from Michael with a herculean effort, and tried to suck some air into her empty lungs. Her eyes darted upward to the closest surveillance camera. If Section had suspected something before … then Operations and Madeleine would know everything now. It was almost too much for her, she began to panic.

“Michael the cameras …”

He pulled back, then smiled enigmatically, “They’re disabled. Birkoff has them on a feed.”

“Oh … And they don't know?”

“No. It’s all right.”

Her breathing slowly returned to some normalcy at his explanation, but it was still difficult because Michael was so close.

Raising her hand reassuringly, his lips kissed her knuckles with reverence. “You did great. How are you feeling?”

Nikita took a deep breath. “Okay, I guess.”

“Good.”

Michael brushed the hair off her face, his eyes caring and caressing. “You've been through a tough time. We both have. It will take time to heal.”

“I’m so glad you came … I’ve been so worried.”

Nikita reached up and timidly touched her mouth which Michael had caressed. That kiss had instantly made her feel a 100% better. His kisses were the healing balm she needed, but that was out of the question unless they were able to leave Section. Maybe this time would be different.

“I’m fine …”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“So what's going to happen now?”

“We'll have to wait until Madeline and Operations debrief us further.”

“When?”

“Who knows?” They exchanged searching looks, then MIchael gazed back at her and whispered back, “Soon. Be patient.”

Nikita looked up at him then away. She swallowed and looked ahead. She couldn’t bear the prospect of staying in the infirmary one day longer than necessary. She hated being in here. The sooner she was released the better it would be or she’d go stir crazy. Physically she felt fine … she just needed to get out of here and somewhere … anywhere on the outside that would not remind her of the mission … the Rising Dragons or Section One. But their fate was in Madeline and Operations’ hands. Would Madeline and Operations allow them to recuperate together and without surveillance 24/7? Would they demand a debriefing of the mission or a psyche analysis first or would they be compassionate and give them downtime? By god they needed it.

“I’ll try ... but it might be difficult.”

Her reply amused Michael as he fully understood where Nikita was coming from. He too hated being in Med Lab any longer than necessary. Suddenly Michael could see Nikita’s eyes darken as her gaze roamed his face then locked on his eyes. There was something compelling in them that made him take note, but he was not prepared for the quietly whispered command she would say next.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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