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Date Posted: 05:19:45 03/04/06 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: wnpp-p-144-134-159-193.tmns.net.au / 144.134.159.193
Subject: Chapter 48
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons - continued ..." on 05:12:38 03/04/06 Sat

Chapter 48(S)



CANADIAN EMBASSY - BEIJING, CHINA

The embassy gathering was in full swing. Michael stood on the landing watching the guests while casting his surreptitious glance around the revelry taking place. The dulcet sound of melodic jazz music resonated in the air as couples made their way to the dance floor seduced by the soft, non intrusive music. Small clusters of people were also spread across the room quietly conversing. From his vantage position Michael had a good view of the ballroom below and could see that all the team members were in position.

Checking in, he spoke into his comm. unit, “Jacobs?”

“I’m in position Michael, but no sign of the target.”

“Jasmine?”

“I’ve checked the outside terrace … all is clear.”

“Good.”

The ballroom was crowded and people were milling out onto the terrace as well. Leaning back against the balustrade Michael’s eyes continued his surveillance. From his elevated position he scanned the area below where glamorous women, dressed in the finest haute couture gowns and bejewelled with expensive diamonds and precious stones were hanging on every word from their escorts. His eyes rested on a lovely woman elegantly dressed in an understated ice blue creation that hugged her body like a second skin. Although his eyes were watchful, Michael repeatedly looked over at the woman standing alone in the alcove.

Feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rise, the woman raised her eyes to the direction where he stood. Vivid, sapphire blue eyes met hypnotic, verdant ones across the crowed room. For a moment, time stood still and they were oblivious to everything and everyone but each other. In that one split second, his heart missed a beat while his eyes caressed the column of her neck, her lips and her face.

His husky voice then seemed to caress her name in her ear, “Nikita?”

“Yes Michael?”She replied a little flustered but trying not to show it.

“Anything to report?”

“Not at the moment … Dubois hasn’t arrived yet.”

Michael descended the stairway all the while his eyes continued tracking the consulate ballroom looking for their target Alain Dubois. He casually turned his head this way and that keeping watch while acknowledging guests who passed him by.

“Nothing so far Birkoff,” Michael reported back to Section.

Checking his monitor, Birkoff replied, “Perimeter’s quiet too, but Dubois will be there soon enough.”

Once at the foot of the stairs, the virile man dressed resplendently in a tuxedo stood quietly observing. Many female heads turned in Michael’s direction or tried to catch his eye but to no avail. His striking good looks coupled with a lean muscular frame sent many a heart a fluttering but Michael ignored them all. He was only distracted by the sight before him, and his piercing gaze locked on only one person ... Nikita. She too, was unable to break her gaze from his and she dreamily fingered the ring on her finger.

Michael made his way onto the ballroom floor and headed towards her.

Accepting a glass of champagne from a passing waiter Michael took a sip. Trading nods with Jacobs, he took another glass of refreshment from the tray, then made his way towards where Nikita stood transfixed.

“Here you are …” Michael said handing the drink to Nikita and jolting her attention back to the mission.

As he handed her the champagne, Nikita’s hand trembled a little when Michael’s fingers touched hers and his fingertips glided over the band of gold. She felt like a stunned rabbit caught in the headlights of an approaching car. Her breathing became a shallower when Michael moved in closer. His intense gaze seemed to suffocate Nikita as he pressed further into her private space. Her insides churned with anticipation and nervous tension. Slowly casting his eyes over Nikita’s face Michael watched for her reaction to his closeness.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

Michael appeared unaffected by Nikita’s nearness for he nonchalantly asked on the open channel, “Any sign of the target?”

When all operatives answered in the negative, he replied. “Stay alert.”


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Realizing that she had been concentrating on Michael, Nikita broke her gaze and looked down at the drink in her hand. She hadn’t touched her champagne and with a slight tremble; she placed the glass down on the bureau.

Michael noticed her unease but his nearness only exacerbated her nervousness. Holding out his hand to Nikita, he ushered her onto the dance floor. Her fingers entwined with his gripping them tightly. Turning Nikita into his arms Michael pulled her close. They started to dance. Their bodies aligned together as if made for one another. Michael pulled her closer still while lightly brushing his hand against Nikita’s arm. His eyes where compelling … mesmerizing. Sensuality shimmered in his green gaze like a warm flame. He slid his hand caressingly down Nikita’s arm then lazily traced her skin on the way back up again. Hot, then cold sensations rippled under her flesh as Michael’s touch set her skin on fire.

Oblivious to everything and everyone but each other on the floor, Michael guided Nikita around the other couples while pulling her closer to his body. Nikita had eyes only for him and seemed lost in a trance. She could not look away. Nikita had no idea what her feet were doing … it felt as if she was floating on air. Michael's hand lightly brushed against her arm and Nikita felt her pulse race. His lips were so close to her own that she could feel the soft, warm breaths caress her flushed skin.

They nearly kissed.

Her insides knotted at Michael’s close proximity. Continuing to dance Nikita could feel the sway of Michael’s body, so in synch with hers, that she closed her eyes as blissful feelings and remembrances overwhelmed her. It seemed like forever since they were on Lamma Island where nothing had separated them. Their gazes held for a moment before Nikita broke Michael’s hypnotic hold on her and angled her head closer to his cheek. She closed her eyes. Whispering her name against her skin, Nikita nearly stumbled when she felt the touch of Michael’s lips gently caress her ear lobe as his hands nonchalantly caressed her body.

He began talking. Nikita barely heard what he was saying, so lost was she to the moment in Michael’s arms that all peripheral distractions paled into insignificance. But then it slowly dawned on her to whom he was speaking.

“Birkoff ... any sign of Dubois?”

Not yet.

Turning his head, Michael looked intently at her. Nikita felt his penetrating gaze and met it. Their eyes held communicating without words. Then they kissed.

Michael’s lips lightly brushed Nikita’s. Gently, softly his lips pulled hers onto his mouth teasing her top lip tenderly with his tongue. Nikita uttered a muffled sigh as she opened her mouth to Michael’s caress. Her teeth nipped his bottom lip holding it prisoner never wanting to let go. Reluctantly they released lips as Michael’s hands danced up her spine in rapturous torment. Nikita arched toward him, feeling the first stirrings of desire ripple through her and then echo back from Michael too.

Birkoff's voice, like cold water on a smouldering fire, broke Nikita out of her reverie, as she heard the information he replayed, “Michael … target is approaching. Dubois is coming through the main corridor towards the ballroom now.”

“Got it.”

However, Michael continued to hold her close, dancing to the music as if nothing had happened, “Perimeter team … converge,” he ordered. “Any new Intel, Birkoff?”

“He’s accompanied by guards.”

“Hold … stay on B channel,” Michael ordered his team.

Nikita could feel Michael’s touch caressing her skin as he continued to dance her around the ballroom. She was somewhat surprised by his actions given that the target had been spotted. However, Nikita’s nearness was having a profound effect on Michael as well and he was barely able to control his body’s reaction. His eyes looked intensely into hers noticing Nikita’s desire mixed with surprise. To any watching eyes, this striking couple looked inseparable.

“Aren't we done?” She hesitantly asked.

“Not yet...” With a slight smile hovering on his lips and with eyes boring into her gaze Michael replied, “After this dance.”

Nikita looked down and smiled.


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