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Date Posted: 07:21:00 04/21/12 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: CPE-58-161-104-186.kybq1.win.bigpond.net.au / 58.161.104.186
Subject: Chapter 233 (S)
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "Next 5 chapters of the Rising Dragons" on 23:42:03 04/18/12 Wed

Chapter 233 (S)

Nikita lay on the couch staring at the glowing embers from the fireplace with a pleasantly full stomach. The muted glow from the fire coupled with the illumination of small lanterns scattered around the room gave the space an alluring feeling. Nikita was completely satisfied after consuming the delicious vegetarian meal Michael had prepared, but the warmth from the fire, coupled with the glass of wine they’d shared, was making her a tad drowsy. A French melody played softly from the stereo in the background creating an ambiance of relaxation and Nikita closed her eyes as the soothing music lulled her into a blissful state of contentment. She felt relaxed and safe here and was so thankful that Michael had brought her here. The farmhouse really was the perfect place for the two of them to be to recover from their past ordeals and to escape the watchful eye of Section. They had been relaxed in each other’s company tonight and although Nikita thought it may be a little awkward, they had fallen into conversation easily over dinner. They had spoken of many things but nothing of Section One. It was as if Section didn’t exist while they were here for they wanted nothing to mar their first evening together at the farmhouse.

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The sound of Michael coming into the room with some new firewood roused her and Nikita watched him contentedly. Placing the wood on the floor next to the hearth, she was mesmerised by the way his brown jeans clung to his figure. Nikita couldn’t take her eyes from Michael’s muscular thighs as he crouched in front of the fireplace, to set another log on the fire. All his movements set her mind to wandering about the virile man in her company. The memory of his many talents, especially in the bedroom, suddenly popped into her head. Her thoughts were sorely tested as she watched him stoke the embers. Nikita bit her lip. It would have been so easy for her to let them go off on a tangent but she attempted to bring her recalcitrant thoughts under control by complementing his cooking.

“Dinner was wonderful,” she uttered softly, reluctantly taking her eyes from Michael's taut thighs.

Unaware of her inner turmoil at his presence in the room, Michael turned his head to look at her. Hearing the sincerity in Nikita’s words he responded humbly nodding in gratitude. “Thank you.”

“I didn't realize you had such talent in the kitchen.”

His cooking prowess was a revelation and they had both devoured the meal he’d prepared. It had been a long tiresome journey and she hadn’t realised just how famished she was. But as she watched Michael stoke the fire, Nikita couldn’t help but think other tantalising thoughts. She tried to compose her wayward thoughts as her gaze followed the movement of his hands like she had his thighs with a hunger that made her mouth go dry. However, unimpeded they coursed through her mind freely, as her eyes lazily took inventory and continued to slowly caress Michael’s back torso from head to toe. She was mesmerized by his strong muscular arms and thighs and stared at his ripped muscles as he tended to the fire. Nikita just started to have erotic memories of those legs wrapped around her when his reply caught her on the hop.

“There are still a lot of things that you don't know about me.” Michael looked over at her earnestly and with undisclosed double meaning behind his next words. “Maybe it's time you learned.”

The inflection in Michael’s voice was drawing her under his spell. Looking pleased Nikita stared back at him completely lost for words at the statement that had set her heart a fluttering. Although somewhat bewildered she had a contented look all over her face. Her eyes never left Michael’s face as he got up from the hearth, made his way over to the couch and sat down beside her on the opposite end of the settee. Nikita sat up and turned towards him with a soft look on her face. Gazing at him, her eyes captured his in a fixed look. However, Michael’s verdant green eyes seemed to bore right through her and Nikita suddenly felt a little awkward and tongue tired. Flustered and not quite sure of his intentions she blurted out the first thing that came into her head.

“You know, I couldn't get one of the windows closed today.”

Her insides were churning with a sudden nervousness at Michael’s nearness since he’d joined her on the couch. Normally they were comfortable in each other’s company but looking over at her, Michael realised that Nikita was fidgety at him being so close. He decided to put her at ease and keep the conversation on a less intimate basis for the time being after his previous innuendo statement and replied nonchalantly, “I've got to go into town tomorrow and get some things; I'll pick up a new latch.”

Nikita nodded her approval and they sat in silence, waiting for one or the other to speak again. The quiet was deafening except for the only sound in the room, that of the cracking of wood in the fireside. It was Nikita who broke the ice once more. “I'm so glad you bought me here. I like it here.”

Uttered softly her words touched his heart. Lifting his gaze and fixing his eyes on her, Michael gazed over at Nikita with a look in his eye that told her he wanted to kiss her badly. She wished that he would. “Thank you.” Michael replied.

In this quiet, intimate moment, when nothing much was said those words meant everything. Nikita rested her head on the back of the sofa, nestling against the softness of the leather couch while curling her legs under her into a more comfortable position. Turning her head she looked at Michael relaxed on the settee. Nikita then wriggled a little closer to him until she was touching his thigh. A sudden burst of heat shot though her body at their closeness. Placing her head on his shoulder, Nikita snuggled in closer to Michael’s body.

Her words were pensive and heartfelt. “I wish we could stay longer than two weeks.”

Turning his head towards her, Michael stared back at Nikita capturing her gaze in his as simultaneously their hands reached out for the others. “So do I.”

He was undeniably drawing her under his spell. Their eyes met and held and Michael slowly rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Lost in each other’s gaze, Michael gently stroked her fingers in oblivious abandon. He then gently clasped Nikita’s strong, but delicate hand in his raising it to his mouth and brushing his lips to her fingertips caressingly. The feel of his lips sent shivers up and down her spine in exaltation and she inhaled deeply. His fingers and soft lips were so erotic, light of touch but overpowering in the intensity of the feeling they evoked. Nikita marvelled at how something as simple as holding hands could be so overwhelming. Her cheeks grew rosy at how Michael made her feel. Just his touch was the catalyst to send her hormones into overdrive.

Nikita was already lost at what he was making her feel, but when Michael changed tack and lazily scraped his nails across her fleshy mound, then across her heart line, Nikita’s fingers curled around his and squeezed lightly. Interlocking his fingers Michael entwined her hand within his own in a sensuous dance of erotic foreplay … like two entangled lovers. She was lost completely to the sensations his caress evoked. Although he said nothing, the simple gesture of entwining his hand with hers, spoke volumes. Searching Nikita’s face with intent, the fire in Michael’s eyes caused a heat to radiate through her body. Nikita’s breathing became shallower and she had difficulty inhaling. Tracing his fingertips over her wrist, blood filled her veins and Nikita was sure that Michael would be able to feel her heightened pulse rate. He was playing havoc with her senses, then when he pressed a tender kiss to her palm, she felt a powerful responsiveness assault her being.

Eyes, darkened with desire, roamed over Nikita’s flushed face before holding her gaze in lockdown. Her lips parted and Michael saw her eyes dilate at his intense scrutiny. Looking deeply into her beautiful blue eyes he declared, “Let's not think about the future. Let's just enjoy this while it lasts.”

Cupping Nikita’s face in his hands, he kissed her tenderly. She sighed at the sheer bliss of the gentle connection. Nikita reached up and pushed a lock of hair from Michael’s forehead then let her hand rest on the side of his face. Although she had some difficulty getting the words out, she managed to turn the tables a little on his overt seduction. Nikita bit her bottom lip suggestively before she asked, “Michael … are you trying … to seduce me?”

Her words touched his heart and encouraged him to give in to the longing that had haunted him all day on their journey to the farmhouse. Her brazen question was nearly his undoing … but two could play this game. Taking Nikita’s hand, Michael kissed her fingers again smiling as he placed little nips to her palm, scraping her skin with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. “Of course.”

Nikita captured Michael’s gaze with one of her own while searching his eyes for the truth of his statement. “Well it’s working.”

Without taking his eyes from her, Michael’s strong hands gently encircled her waist, pulling Nikita close to him. Lowering his head he brushed his mouth against her soft lips which she’d moistened in anticipation. Nikita’s eyes closed as she leaned into him, allowing her mouth to open slightly beneath his request. With familiarity, his tongue sort entry to the moist recess of her mouth. Nikita felt a rush of desire wash over her as Michael’s tongue explored at liberty. Resting her hands lightly against his chest, she allowed him to softly plunder her mouth. Her initial response, although tentative at first, soon changed to urgency as Michael deepened his kiss.

Their feelings were laid bare; Michael gave her a leisurely smile that made her toes curl. Nikita gripped the front of his woollen sweater tightly as she responded to the sensation of his touch. After all they had gone though they both finally surrendered to their built up emotions.

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When Michael pulled away from her lips, Nikita moaned in loss. He was in no state to call a halt to their caresses although he knew he should. The hour was getting late and the couch, although comfortable, was not the place he wanted to make love to her.

“Nikita.”

“Yes?”

“If we’re going to stay here on the couch a little longer then I’ll need to put another log on the fire.”

“Oh … okay,” she replied and reluctantly shifted away from him still holding his gaze with intent. “So I'll be cold tonight then.”

Her hinting words caught Michael off guard but also brought a smile to his face. He got up to tend the fire and carefully scrutinized Nikita’s expressions as he picked up the blanket from the back of the settee and threw it over her. He leaned down towards her and his fixed gaze caressed Nikita with his piercing green eyes. With a tender smile gracing his lips, he reached down and rubbed his thumb over her lips, then her eyebrow in an all too familiar gesture.

Nikita had her answer.

She smiled mischievously at him. “Thank you.”



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