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Date Posted: 06:45:05 12/03/06 Sun
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 144.139.21.43
Subject: Chapter 87(S) ... slightly suggestive
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 06:45:06 11/18/06 Sat

Chapter 87(S)


Some time into the flight to Bangkok, the hostess reappeared to collect their evening meal dishes from the dining area of the jet. Nikita cast a glance Michael’s way as she hovered around them then watched as she placed their dishes on her trolley. After she’d cleared their table the hostess cast her gaze over both of her guests before looking at Michael. “I hope you enjoyed your meals,” she enquired with a smile.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Will that be all then sir, or is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No.”

“I have a question,” Nikita stated as she looked towards the hostess.

“Yes mademoiselle?”

“How long will the flight to Bangkok take?”

“It will be approximately two hours and twenty minutes until we reach our destination.”

“Thank you. I think I’ll just catch a little shut eye then.” Nikita replied.

“By all means ... if you need anything just press your call button.”


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Travelling at fifteen thousand feet, the hum of the engines and the gentle rocking of the plane were hypnotic. Nikita’s forehead pressed against the jet’s window and she stared blankly into the night void, but she soon closed her eyes as the lull made her drowsy. She began to recount their time here in Hong Kong and in particular the night of their reunion and felt herself drifting back to the intimate moments shared with Michael, after their long separation.

After only a few hours sleep caught here and there during the night she’d been exhausted, but it was an exhilarating exhaustion. She’d been somewhat insatiable for Michael’s touch and their ensuing lovemaking had affected her deeply. Why was it that when together they had such an explosive outpouring of emotions? Separation had obviously made the heart grow fonder or was there more to their relationship? It wasn’t just the sex ... because that was wonderful. There was something more, something so fragile and intangible that Nikita knew it could only be one thing. If she could admit it was more ... would Michael too? The mutual outpouring of their emotions for one another had been overwhelming and too hard to ignore. She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face at just the thought of what they had done again and again.

When Michael had laid his head on her chest, her skin had shivered but when his hands lowered and touched her intimately ... she’d been lost. Michael had bombarded her with his touch until she could stand no more. Her stomach muscles had clenched in the anticipation of what was to come ... and she couldn’t stop the keening cry that left her lips. She’d arched up to make it easier for him to explore ... but her motives were completely selfish. She’d wanted Michael with such an overwhelming passion that her body had reacted spontaneously. She’d had no control whatsoever over how she’d reacted. All she knew was that it was right ... it was what she’d missed ... it was what she’d wanted.

She had moved against him without so much as one coherent thought entering her brain. Her body just knew what it wanted ... what it needed. Her hands wandered roaming at will over his body. When Michael had looked at her ... he’d known. He’d known everything that she was feeling ... he’d known the secret of her heart by just looking into her eyes. Then they had made love ... fast and furiously until Michael had turned her inside out sending her feelings soaring. They’d made love again ... slowly this time, as they savoured the touch and feel of each other after so long away. Michael was a conjurer ... whatever magic he’d invoked ... he’d used it on her until all she could do was respond to his touch. Shaking with the depth of her feelings she’d given him control of her mind and body to do whatever he would at will.

Michael was everything to her and no matter how often they came together it would never be enough to satisfy her longing for him. Each time they had made love was a time of new discovery. She had broken down Michael’s barriers a little during the night. But did she really know him any better? Her heart had opened up wider with love that was overflowing for him but ... was it reciprocated?

In the early morning she’d sighed out loud and moved her hand to the place where Michael had laid beside her. She had touched his warm skin ... then had felt his caress and she’d lost all conscious thought. She remembered stretching like a cat that had been well and truly stroked for Michael had been extraordinary and she had responded to his lovemaking just as enthusiastically. Her body had felt weary, but every pore, sinew and nerve ending from the top of her head to the tip of her toes was sated. Yet still she had wanted more. Her brazen response to Michael’s touch had been involuntary, but she had invited his caress and things had just escalated. His touch made her ache with the heat of desire and she’d gone to pieces. Her emotions were all a kilter when Michael bombarded her senses making her tremble. Unravelling and moaning she’d surrendered to his potent touch lost to an outpouring of emotions she could not control.

She had touched him just as intimately. She’d felt Michael swell as her fingers had glided over him until his erection had throbbed in her hand. The power was incredible. To think that he’d reacted to her touch with such conviction was overwhelming but he’d only given her so much control ... and no more until he had groaned and flipped her over. She was hungry for him... so hungry she’d writhed in desperation of what she knew he could give her. And he had. They’d moved in sync until they had both capitulated to the “little death” that had swept them over the edge with a cataclysmic joining of their two souls.

She could still smell their intoxicating scent.

Michael’s image was etched into her heart. Making love with him made her feel whole. They had been together so few times yet each coupling was a piece of the puzzle that fit together to make a bigger picture. It just felt right. They were right together. Michael may not yet realise the depth of his emotions but she knew that what she felt could only get better if they were only given the chance. But would that be possible in the life they led? Could they have a relationship and remain unaffected? Section One held no prisoners when it came to emotional ties between operatives. But Michael was worth fighting for. They already had history together ... they had a bond that was invincible. Could they have a love that lasted the test of time too?

Her heart smiled. They did had a love worth fighting for ... of that she was certain and she would convince Michael in due time.


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


I’m dreaming, Nikita told herself, it was obviously the effects of the red wine she had consumed, but it was a dream she didn’t want to wake up from. Settling in for more of her wonderful dream induced memories, she sighed out loud as her thoughts returned to their night spent at Madame Cheung’s. However, before she was able to recount more of those experiences Nikita was awakened by Michael’s gentle resonance.

“Nikita?”

“Humph?”

“Wake up we’re approaching descent.”

Two hours had passed quickly. Had she really slept all that time?

Noting her disorientated look Michael enquired, “What were you dreaming about?”

“N ...nothing...” she replied sheepishly.

Michael merely raised an eyebrow in question. “Really?”

Gazing at his penetrating look and now fully awake, Nikita answered cheekily staring him down ... “Well actually ... it was the Mile High Club.”

The inflection and challenge in her voice amused him. A wry smile crossed Michael’s lips ... but his eyes promised much more.

She had done it again. Where Michael was concerned ... she very seldom could trump him for he had just turned the tables on her yet again. Michael Samuelle was a dangerous man ... a very dangerous man... and she had fallen into his trap once more, she chided herself.


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


Madame Cheung’s Lear jet flew through the clouds en-route to Bangkok International Airport with its two passengers. However, those on board were unaware that Jacques LeDeaux and Nikita Wirth were really Section One operatives whose mission was to capture Madame Cheung herself. The time on board had passed all too quickly and as the jet neared its destination; the pilot made preparations for landing and spoke with the air traffic controller at the airport for confirmation of his landing procedures.

“Bangkok, this is Mooney-three-three-golf.”

In the control tower, a flight controller replied, “Mooney-three-three-golf, Bangkok. We have you level at 5,000.”

“Roger. Request vectors, full-stop landing runway three-two.”

"Copy, three-three-golf. Turn right heading two-seven-zero descend to 3,000. Altimeter two-niner-niner-two.”

“Three-three-golf right to two- seven-zero. Decent to three thousand, two-nine nine-two.” The pilot repeated.

“Three-three-golf, you are cleared final runway three-two. Winds three-three-zero at 15. Be advised visibility is reduced on final half mile”.

“Roger, Bangkok. I don't see the field insight. Continue vectors.”

Depressing his intercom to the passengers the pilot announced “Seatbelts please,” as the Lear jet descended into the steamy Bangkok evening. “We’re making our final approach and we’ll be landing in five minutes.”

The control tower continued with the Lear jet’s landing instructions. ”Turn left two-seven-zero. Descending”

“Roger. Descending.”

Three-three-golf, you’re lined up runway three-two, cleared to land.”

“I have field visual this time, Bangkok. Cleared to land.”


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Play on text from ... Simone

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