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Date Posted: 02:33:27 04/05/12 Thu
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: CPE-58-161-104-186.kybq1.win.bigpond.net.au / 58.161.104.186
Subject: Chapter 226
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "Next few chapters of The Rising Dragons" on 02:31:24 04/05/12 Thu

Chapter 226

“Michael … Come here.”

Drawn in by her order, he moved nearer, but it was not close enough for her. “Closer.”

Nikita’s eyes held his captive. Intrigued he complied. Leaning over her bed once more Michael rested his head right next to hers. Nikita could feel his breath brush warmly against her cheek. She playfully reached out and lightly placed her fingertips under Michael’s chin. A shiver of awareness rumbled in her stomach at his nearness and Nikita fought the urge to throw caution to the wind and kiss him senseless. Thank god, they weren’t being watched as Birkoff had put the surveillance cameras on feed. There was no one to interrupt or see the intimate gestures of their reunion. If so, then Madeline and Operations would have a field day.

Michael’s skin was warm to the touch, but the prickly whiskers of his unshaven face did something to her libido that Nikita was unprepared for. Usually he was clean shaven and the skin along his jaw was smooth to the touch, but the roughened feel of Michael’s beard, sharp against the sensitive pads of her fingertips, was extremely erotic. A move she thought was going to be fanciful and playful was suddenly more intense. A raspy sound echoed in her throat as Nikita swallowed deeply at what the consequences might be of her actions. Her fingernails twitched. There was no way that Michael was unable to feel her reaction to his closeness … she could see the inquisitiveness in his eyes trying to determine her purpose. She was in too deep. Michael would surely take advantage of her boldness.

It didn’t matter that his chest wound was aching … Michael much preferred the pounding he felt from his heart. Being this close to Nikita was impossible … he’d proven that already. Thank god that the surveillance cameras were not operating for he was sorely tempted to do more to her than just the few kisses he’d already bestowed. He couldn’t deny that he wanted her, so much so that he had to fight the overwhelming urge to ravish her. Michael was intrigued though and he watched Nikita zealously. Her lips parted, her pupils dilated and Nikita’s breathing began to waver. Her provocative manner was certainly having the effect she wanted. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t back off … for this woman had lured him into her web. Sexual tension built to such a point that being that close to her was an impossible task. Michael captured her eyes.

What was she up to? Well there was only one way to find out.

“Yes?”

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

Suddenly tension made Nikita reconsider her touch. Whatever was she thinking? Once she started, she knew she couldn’t keep her hands from touching Michael when they were alone and vice versa. The joy of knowing that they were both okay had only exacerbated her need to touch him more, but perhaps Med Lab was not the place to become too intimate.

Nikita realised that she may have bitten off more than she could chew with her bold “come here.”

Michael felt her hesitate a little, perhaps Nikita had realised that this was not such a wise move and was having second thoughts about her actions. Touching him intimately and caressing one of his erogenous zones could only lead to trouble … and Med Lab was not the place to act on his feelings although Birkoff had said there was five hours on the tape. Despite all her sudden misgivings about the wisdom of her actions, to Michael’s ears Nikita’s voice was low and seductive.

“I want to know ...”

Unexpectedly, it all became too much. Conflicting emotions clouded her original intention to tease Michael. The words she was going to say would not come out.

It was the tone of Nikita’s voice that first alerted Michael to the fact that his initial understanding that her command was sexual was wrong. His eyes were drawn to her but his body stiffened when he saw an underlying sadness appear in Nikita’s gaze when she spoke.

“I want to know … why. Why did we have to suffer so much Michael? Why?”

The hurt underpinning her words cut him to the quick. Her body language broke through his defences. He cast an intense look her way, unable to talk, unable to move. Tears welled in her eyes. Michael was at a loss to know what to do. His Nikita was hurting. Obviously the mission had affected her so much more that she was showing on the outside. At that moment he knew he loved her more than he thought possible. Fierce, protective emotions ricocheted in his heart. He would do anything to keep her safe … anything to atone for what had happened to her … anything to keep her alive.

Her eyes were blurred when she finally glanced at him. Michael knew she already knew the answer to her question before he spoke it out loud.

“Section … but the triad’s time is numbered Nikita. We will find them.”

“When?”

“You need to get better first and so do I …” he said gently, “… then we will take care of the Rising Dragons.”

“I don’t know if I can Michael.” Disillusionment flickered across her face. It was as if Nikita was resigned to the fact that this was going to be too hard.

“You just need time.”

Her eyes surveyed his … Section’s leaders were not in the habit of granting operatives downtime unless it was of benefit to them. “Time? … Do you think Madeline and Operations will let us have time …?”

As her words trailed off Nikita bit her lips anticipating how Michael would reply.

He would move Heaven and Earth if it was necessary to get Nikita the time she needed to once and for all put her demons to rest. However, despite what Madeline and Operations thought about them, it was in their best interests in the long run. It made sense. Michael had faith that they would have downtime together and that it would happen any day now. They already had a staunch ally in Dr Johnson, but if all avenues failed, he would find a way to make it happen. He had contacts at Oversight that he could utilise. The bottom line was that it was a win-win for Section One if they were both mentally and physically at their optimum to complete the mission to bring the Rising Dragons to their knees. He would have no greater joy than achieving that end game. This time it was personal.

Michael’s voice was so soft that Nikita had to strain to hear his whispered words,”Perhaps Dr Johnson’s recommendations about us were very compelling.”

She gave Michael a small, sad smile trying to prevent the tears from falling. “Is that going to be enough?”

“I don't know but …”

“It’s possible?”

This time it was Michael who gently caressed her. “Yes ….”

His fingertip lightly stroked her brow then he leaned in to replace his fingers with his lips. Gently and reassuringly he tried to convince Nikita that it would happen and not to worry. “Be patient my love.”

“So what are we going to do ... you and I?”

“We'll have to be careful when Operations and Madeline visit or ...”

“They’ll know something happened between us.”

“We need to keep pretending that it didn’t.”

“Why?”

“This isn't the right time. They'll see it in our eyes when we look at each other. And it won't be long before they figure out the truth.”

“And they'll cancel us.”

“Yes.”

“I'd be willing to die if it meant in the meantime I could live ... really live ... for just one day.”

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

As Michael slowly stepped away, Nikita grabbed hold of his hand reluctant to let him go. He knew that he should leave, the hour was getting late, it was nearly dawn and the medical staff would be making their rounds soon. He needed to get back to ICU and alert Birkoff to reinstate the live feed. He knew he should tell her to get some rest, not worry and that it all would be better in the morning. Instead, Michael pressed a lingering kiss onto the hand she had clasped with his.

“It will happen Nikita … we will be together.”

She said nothing at first, but merely raised a tentative smile knowing that she could trust Michael implicitly to make this happen. Nikita knew without a shadow of a doubt that it would. This knowledge was reassuring and made her confidence and bravado soar out of the doldrums to which she had sunk. She couldn’t let Michael leave like this. Finally she gave him his answer.

“I know.”

Nikita’s eyes refused to let his go. There was innuendo in her reply. Locking gazes with his, her passionate, visual caress was a sign of times remembered and times yet still to come. Michael was alert to where Nikita’s thoughts were heading as his were heading in the same direction too. In understanding and reciprocation the look he gave sent a hot shiver dancing across her skin too. Her lips tingled in the anticipation of what was to come when they were together away from Section. They’d never held back with their lovemaking before and Nikita knew the next time they came together … they would surely combust.

All of a sudden she felt hot and bothered. She couldn’t breathe or think straight. Her heart was pumping furiously with the staccato beats thumping in her head. Michael was too close. She wanted him here … she wanted him gone before they started something they couldn’t finish. She dared not look at him again for he would surely have read her thoughts.

“Michael?”

He had. Michael had also reached the limits of his self-control; he pulled away from Nikita, his heart pounding strongly. If he was to kiss her now he wouldn’t be able to stop. He knew he couldn’t act any further on his feelings … it was too dangerous. Michael reluctantly took a step back, straightened up and turned to leave.

“I should go.”

And then he was gone.

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

Nikita watched Michael leave; he quickly walked through the Med Lab door without a backward glance. If he’d done so, he would have seen Nikita place the fingers that had caressed his chin in her mouth. He would also have seen the contented smile that bowed her lips as she settled back in her bed lost in her thoughts and consequences of his visit.

Perhaps … just perhaps … the planets would be all aligned and the gods would smile on them after all.

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

Nikita's retreating gaze bore a hole in his shoulders and Michael felt her eyes follow him until he was out of sight. Returning to his room he took a brief moment to compose his thoughts. Seeing Nikita had been cathartic but on another level it had revealed how profound his feelings were for her and vice versa. She needed downtime to recover fully and with his help she would do just that. He would not fail her.

Had it not been for Birkoff’s intervention, his visit with Nikita would have been fraught with danger. Michael knew her friend would be waiting for his signal.

“Birkoff?”

“Nikita is in position. Michael, stand by.”

Birkoff waited until Michael was in bed in ICU and in the same position as the tape, then he tapped a button on his keyboard.

“Okay, they're watching the live feed now.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Michael closed his eyes, his mind filled with the images and words spoken to Nikita and he pondered the ramifications for them if he was unable to rouse her from her melancholy with downtime away from Section. He knew wholeheartedly that he would succeed … it would happen … it was just a matter of time.


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