| Subject: Chapter 289 - Part 1 (16 and above) |
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Date Posted: Monday, June 18, 06:58:36am
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KatherineG.
's message, "Dreams in the Dark - continues with chapter 289 >" on Monday, June 18, 06:55:17am
Extra warning: I'm rating this 16 and above for very mild bad language.
Dreams in the Dark (289/?)
by Katherine Gilbert
The studio kept them moving until late in the evening, each interview or photo session quickly sliding into another. By the time the reunited pair were finally allowed to go home, they were absolutely exhausted. But they were still far too happy at being together to feel much sorrow over it now.
They rode together in the back of their car, Fredericks allowed to drive--Michael's arm around his wife, her head on his shoulder, all the way home. Even if they didn't speak, even if there was--yet again--another watcher nearby, their unity was complete. However brief such peace might be, they would both cherish it in full.
Their journey back was quiet, neither entirely knowing what to say--not wanting to discuss anything too personal in front of their bodyguard. As endlessly loyal and helpful as the man had thus far proven himself to be, it just wasn't right. Some conversations were meant for the two of them alone.
Nikita simply sat there, then, enjoying her husband's warmth, loving the simple sensation of his hand running softly and soothingly over her arm. Just being near him once more was heaven, was so much more beauty than she had ever expected out of her life. Even if there had only been three months of separation, they had already seemed like a lifetime's; she rubbed her face against his neck, her arms around him, almost painfully thankful for his presence. How she was supposed to go on alone, after he was taken from her again, she had no idea at all.
Her eyes opened at this terrible question, having no idea of the answer anymore; that she had survived this long without him was more miracle than she already understood. He seemed to realize her terror, as well, his arms wrapping around her entirely, holding her very close--his lips so intimate against her ear. "Don't worry now, Nikita." He kissed her there, his voice so soft. "I'm with you now."
This was all he needed to say, all which could really *be* said on the matter. Even if they discussed it every moment, he would still have to go so soon--would only be with her for one full day. When the morning after next rose, he would leave; she held him almost convulsively, suddenly terrified. But there seemed no way that she could survive the utter emptiness his parting would leave behind.
He knew her terrors, understood them more fully than she could ever know, but there was nothing else he could say. The fact that they had been given this much time together was a gift he hadn't wholly anticipated, when he had first been forced to go. It was precious--as every second near her always would be. But he knew too well how brief their joy was; his embrace tightened around her. No matter how much pleasure they gained from their time alone, it would never be enough to make up for the aching separation which lay ahead.
He held her tightly, then, trying to warm away her fears--wishing to God that there were something he could do for them both, some way to convince the world to let them be. But there wasn't, not yet. He would just have to go and endure whatever sort of horrors life held for him, if he wanted to ever have a chance to lie with her in his arms once more.
He said nothing, knowing no words which could possibly equal his feelings--even if he had felt free to speak, what with a listener so very close by. Instead, he tried to focus solely on her love for him, on the obvious emotions which overturned so many of his fears. Just their earlier, sensual reunion--as unfortunately brief as it had been--had told him so very much. His Nikita still loved him, still desired him, was not questioning whether he was worth all the pain she went through for wanting him near. As much as he thought that she probably should, he was more grateful than he could ever express for her unwarranted devotion; he kissed her ear softly once more, wishing that he could even begin to express it. There was nothing else on earth which would ever mean as much to him as she did.
This was the manner in which they made their way home, the silence lingering--all deeper communication left unspoken. Although their terrors were strong, they rode quietly, holding each other close--knowing how very short their time was, making a silent pact. Even when there were watchers or listeners, they would not push each other away. They had both waited for this moment in far too much pain to turn away a single second of tenderness now.
They barely noticed the ride back to their home, the streets flashing by them more abstractly than they ever had in their time together at the studio; it wasn't just that they now had a driver--too wrapped up in one another to be distracted by anything else. All that really mattered was their every second together.
It was this they focused on, this they needed to. Once they finally arrived, they let out joint sighs, standing to stare at the building, so happy to be here. Even if Nikita had never really been away, it felt like a homecoming. Nowhere was truly a home without her husband here beside her.
They made their way indoors, as Fredericks held the door for them--Annie standing nervously inside to await their arrival--and a new thought occurred to Michael's wife. She looked curiously over the couple who watched over her. "Did you know?" Annie nodded apologetically, Fredericks looking away--making Nikita sigh. Apparently, everyone on earth had been told about it except her.
Still, she found it difficult to hold a grudge--and not only because the pair had always been so good to her. She gave them a weak smile, instead, much more focused on finally being in private with her husband. It had been such a long day, the beautiful shock of his arrival almost too good to bear at the end of such lingering exhaustion and work; her hand held Michael's, her whole soul ready--looking up to his eyes. It had just been too damn long since they had been allowed to be truly intimate.
Their lovely moment together earlier that evening didn't really count--to either of them; she saw that in him, as well. Then, they had been so rushed, had known that anyone might come knocking on the door at any second--their time still not their own. But now, with the day free from filming tomorrow--a gift which Helmut had somehow managed to arrange for them--they would have at least several hours entirely alone; their loving look deepened. And, whatever might happen then, they would finally be only each other's.
It was this opportunity they had been looking forward to for months, only this they ever truly craved. But this beautiful moment wasn't theirs quite yet, Fredericks' eyes meeting his male employer's before glancing over to his wife's. "Annie will settle you in, Mrs. Samuelle." Nikita blinked, wondering what was happening--even his name for her a little too formal. Still, when she watched the way the man's gaze met her husband's, she sighed, understanding. After all, she was the only one to really know her caretakers. Now that the opportunity had arisen, it was probably time that Michael have his chance to approve of them as well.
She saw her husband's small nod of acknowledgment to the man, turned to him, sighing--wishing that they were finally alone, the day much too long. Even in their own home, it seemed, there were demands. He kissed her lips softly, hand on her face--seeming to agree--his answer a whisper. "Go." His thumb stroked over her cheek in a way she had dearly missed. "I'll be there in a minute." And then she was led away like a child who needed constant looking after.
He watched her go, knew her feelings--even if he saw instantly that this wasn't an opinion her helpers shared. In Annie's look alone, he saw a real affection for her--layered over a nearly fierce need to keep her safe. If Fredericks had chosen this moment to speak to Michael, she clearly wasn't going to argue. She was obviously too intelligent to think it anything but another way of looking after her employer.
Just the brief interaction between them, the way that Annie put her arm around Nikita's back, as she led her kindly away, encouraged the actor; he turned back to his wife's other guard, his gaze a bit more cautious. He needed to see what the man wanted from him now.
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