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Date Posted: 02:43:14 05/10/12 Thu
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: CPE-58-161-104-186.kybq1.win.bigpond.net.au / 58.161.104.186
Subject: Chapter 240 (S)
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "Next chapters of The Rising Dragons" on 18:36:25 04/26/12 Thu

Chapter 240 (S)

�Michael!!!!!!�

In the silence of the night the sound of his name uttered with such raw fear woke Michael up with a start. He blinked his eyes but was immediately aware of the woman lying beside him as she restlessly tossed and turned in their bed. They had fallen asleep in each other�s arms but he knew that Nikita was now having a bad dream. He turned towards her sleeping form and watched as she struggled against invisible demons in her mind. Michael saw the agitated movements and the sweat on her brow as Nikita thrashed about. Whatever it was she was fighting against seemed very real to her. A gamut of anguished emotions crossed her face as her head obviously filled with horrifying images.

Nikita�s hands flailed wildly in the air as she lashed out blindly hitting Michael in the process. "Go to hell ... you bastard!!!" She screamed out.

Firmly grasping her hands in his, Michael held them gently so as not to alarm her and lowered them to the bed. Nikita was obviously having a nightmare about her torture at the monastery at the hands of Andy Koo. She had endured more than she should have and when he�d found her the evidence of the triad�s methods of pain and suffering had been gut retching. Michael leaned over and could feel the sweat cooling on her heated skin. Placing his hand to her chest he felt her heart racing madly. Nikita�s face was damp with tears and Michael watched as they trickled down her cheeks.

�What do you want from us?� She yelled as another image obviously formulated in her tortured mind.

Carefully, Michael brushed the salty drops of tears away with his lips pulling Nikita lovingly into his arms. This seemed to calm her a little and her movements stilled as she moved and nestled into the crook of his arm. Gently his hand stroked her head brushing her tangled tresses from her face.

�Ssshhh! Nikita,� he whispered tenderly against her ear just before placing a light kiss there before moving down her cheek. His calming cadence continued as he tried to soothe her agitation and distress. �Sleep now ... everything is okay... it was just a bad dream.�

Michael wanted to ally her torturous thoughts and held Nikita�s body more tightly to his, while protectively enclosing her in the warmth of his embrace. Gently he stroked her head by running his fingers though her hair at her nape to calm her agitation. Nikita snuggled closer to the man she loved as he pacified her movements while her thoughts consumed her psyche.

She sighed in her sleep. Eventually sensing Michael�s concern, Nikita responded to his touch and the sound of his voice and roused a little from her slumber. She called his name quietly, �Michael?�

�Ssshhh!� he whispered in the night, his soft voice washing over her like a soothing balm to her senses.

Her eyelids fluttered. Nikita nestled a little closer turning her sleepy eyes towards Michael�s voice. Opening her eyes, she stared up at the man in whose arms she felt safe. Tears welled up in her eyes once again. �Michael � I�m sorry ... This is all my fault.�

�No � no � it�s not,� he answered softly sensing her guilt ridden regrets.

Michael tightened his arms around her hugging Nikita firmly to his body. He could tell by the tremulous quaver in her voice that her mind had relieved all that had happen to them at the monastery. Her body had begun to heal but what had come to pass was still very raw to Nikita. Although he thought she was recovering, Michael now knew that it would take a little longer for Nikita�s mind to erase those horrendous memories of incarceration � but he would help her get through this. He would do everything in his power to let her heal completely. Remembering those times and confronting her fears was a good thing. Nikita needed to face her demons to be able to let them go and then together they would dispel the atrocities through his love and devotion. Letting go would not be easy but when she did her nightmares would stop. Not a day would go by than he would miss an opportunity to reconfirm how precious she was to him and that they would have recompense for what had taken place at the hands of Andy Koo and the Rising Dragons.

With his face so close to hers that his words caressed her skin like thistledown, Michael gathered Nikita up into his embrace speaking softly, "I�m here � You're safe � Go back to sleep."

She closed her eyes as he kissed her brow, her eyelids and cheeks. Nikita whispered his name as Michael�s kisses anointed her face over and over again. �Things will be better in the morning. Go to sleep my love,� he murmured against her ear.

Eventually his evocative caresses lulled her senses causing Nikita to drift back into a peaceful sleep but not before her arm tightened around Michael�s shoulder. He felt her steady breathing on his neck, however, sleep evaded him. He stared up at the ceiling for quite a while, his heart gripped with the enormity of the task of restoring Nikita�s spirit after such abhorrence. Brushing away a few wayward strands of her hair from her forehead he drew Nikita more comfortably into his arms hoping that the remainder of the night passed without her nightmares returning. Michael studied her face now calm in repose and knew that he would not rest until his love was avenged. That was his solemn vow.

Closing his eyes he waited for sleep to come but when he did eventually succumb to tiredness Michael fell into a troubled sleep.

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In the early light of the morning�s rays, Nikita awoke and dreamily stretched her limbs so satisfied and in love with Michael that it was impossible to feel any happier. Subconsciously she�d repressed memories of her nightmare and consequently Nikita had no recollection of her bad dreams during the night. Only the vivid pictures of their lovemaking so profound, so beautiful, so soulful, formed a tapestry of images in her head of what had happened between them. Last night had been better than their first night on Lamma Island if that was at all possible. Last night had been incredible.

Turning her gaze towards the man of her thoughts, Nikita studied the virile masculine specimen of manhood lying next to her. She was captivated by everything about Michael; from the beautiful contours of his face, especially his whisker roughed jaw, the adorable cleft of his chin to the riotous curls on his head. Her eyes traversed him from head to toe in her appraisal and appreciation as he lay in a deep slumber. Last night was wonderful and Michael had been the most superb lover, but she could see that he was exhausted. It had been a long drive to the farmhouse, and he was still recovering from his operation. Nikita felt a pang of guilt that he may have aggravated his wound last night although not once had he complained that it was hurting. However, regardless of what Michael had said, the energy spent during their lovemaking must have taken its toll on him for it was so unlike him to remain asleep this long. Nikita�s hands itched to caress his skin, but she knew this would awaken him and though it was excruciatingly difficult, she resisted the temptation to do so. Instead she let her eyes do the caressing. Nikita watched Michael in repose. From his steady breathing and rise and fall of his chest, to the twitching of his eyelids, she took in every detail of his softened features but it was the parting of his mouth, a mouth she longed to reconnect with, that held her mesmerised.

Her own lips were swollen from the powerful flurry of kisses they�d shared last night, and Nikita gingerly traced her fingertip over her bruised lips in remembrance. A raw need for Michael once again rushed through her veins, but she didn�t want to wake him although he was oh so tempting. Nevertheless she still lowered her mouth and ever so gently pressed her lips to his delicately tasting his bottom lip. Michael stirred. Her mouth trembled at the gentle connection and Nikita felt them respond somewhat to her caress, however, fearful of awakening him she reluctantly broke away. Her eyes then travelled down the column of Michael�s throat before resting on the bandage on his wound. She wondered if it hurt. After all the exertion of last night it must surely ache terribly this morning, she thought. Gingerly she lowered her mouth to the spot and again placed her healing caress to his injury.

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Michael moved beneath the covers and when Nikita pulled back she was captured by the fathomless, languid gaze of her lover studying her. His eyes caressed her delicate features as he studied Nikita intensely watching to see if she had any affects or remembered her bad dreams from last night. It was obvious that these thoughts were buried deep in her subconscious because she smiled beguilingly at him. His eyes lingered on her beckoning mouth and the tongue tip just peeking through her lips cheekily.

�Good morning,� Nikita uttered in a hushed voice. Her hand reached for his lovingly interlacing her fingers and squeezing them gently. She smiled; her eyes lingering on his sensuous mouth.

Michael brought their joined fingertips to his mouth and intimately kissed her fingers. Releasing her hand he traced Nikita�s petal soft lips before closing the distance between with a chaste caress. �Good morning.�

�I can�t believe that we're really here.�

Nikita traced her fingertips along Michael�s powerful jaw feeling the bristly stubble on his chin which tickled the pads of her fingertips. He rubbed his chin up and down her palm. Overcome with the erotic sensation of the rough hairs pressed into her hand, Nikita mewed happily. Tenderly she stroked his face before tracing the outline of his oh-so talented mouth, trailing her finger lazily across his bottom lip. She dipped it inside his mouth all the while holding his gaze. Her eyes were captivated by his lips and her leisurely touch was having an effect on his logical thought patterns.

Capturing her wayward index finger, Michael caressed it with his moist tongue before reluctantly releasing it. �Yes � we are,� he answered as his fingertips separated the tangled tresses from Nikita�s nape.

She blushed at his reply. Nikita was caught in his spell as the soft timbre of Michael�s voice caressed her ears. Her thoughts were in overdrive basking in the sweetness of waking up every morning at the farmhouse with Michael for the next two weeks.

Smiling back at her, his hand reached up and brushed her hair away from her temple as he stroked her delicate features sliding the backs of his fingers up and down her cheek and under her chin. Lovingly tracing the arch of her brow with the pads of his fingertips, Michael let his gaze drift over her face before gently kissing her forehead. Nikita welcomed his touch and rubbed her head against his hand, wanting his touch. He stroked along her eyebrow and traced her petal soft lips then closing the distance between them he tenderly captured her mouth in a gentle kiss.

�We better think about getting up,� Michael said as he teasingly nipped Nikita�s bottom lip once more.

She splayed her hands against his chest and traced her fingernail across his skin with intent. Michael sucked in his breath trembling at her touch. �Why? Can�t we just stay here?� Nikita replied mischievously feeling his painful erection begin to throb against her soft skin at her reply.

Slipping a hand around the nape of her neck, Michael brought Nikita�s face down to his. �I guess we can.� He watched as a beaming smile crossed her features.

Hesitating to voice a reply she coyly uttered, �We do have all day.�

�Yes � we do.�

Nikita laughed. This was so unlike Michael but she liked it, she liked it a lot knowing that they had two glorious weeks to do whatever they wanted without restraints and what better way to start than by staying in bed.

Her laughter echoed in the room. That was a good sign that her dreams had been banished from her mind.

Michael felt himself overcome with emotion at his love�s reaction and he couldn�t help himself. Two could play this game. Without wavering he shifted his body, taking her with him and rolled onto his back settling Nikita�s body on top of his flush from neck to knee. This was a much more comfortable position for him and presented less pressure on his wound. His arm and shoulders had been overworked last night and he felt stiff and sore, but having Nikita�s weight covering his own felt like thistledown this morning.

The hard length of Michael pressed hotly between her suddenly damp thighs left Nikita in no allusion as to how he was feeling. Michael�s erection brushed her inner thigh as her nipples scraped his chest. A carefree chuckle bubbled up in her chest again, revelling in the knowledge that she was the one who had this effect on him. Wantonly rubbing against his growing arousal, she was really enjoying his predicament. She had never felt this close to Michael after making love before and it felt good � it felt right.

Her eyes looked deeply into his. �It feels strange. We�re really together now.�

Holding her captive in his arms he rolled them back so that they were lying on their sides facing each other and silenced them both with a mouth soft yet hard at the same. His lips determinedly coaxed a response from her making her forget all her worries. A soft whimper of need immediately bubbled up inside Nikita�s throat when his responsive tongue slipped between her lips to seek and caress.

�Yes � We have fourteen days.�

Nikita attentively bit her lip in a way that Michael loved before a huge smile bowed her mouth. �Two weeks. I�m so happy Michael.�

Achingly rocking her hips against his, desire for each other immediately consumed them once more and time stood still. There was no Section � no Madeline or Operations there was only just the two of them and the time they had together at the farmhouse for the next fourteen days.

�So am I.�

Michael had two weeks in which to erase Nikita�s nightmares and heal his love completely and there was no time like the present to start.

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