Subject:  You, Me and Dupuis - Chapter 7 |
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Date Posted: Tuesday, October 10, 10:07:39am
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LoveRoy
's message, "You, Me and Dupuis" on Friday, August 04, 04:19:06pm
Michael Samuelle stood behind dark sunglasses watching the lovely Nikita go about the mundane task of preparing breakfast. He was committing her beautiful essence to memory and that would hopefully help him navigate through the uncertain waters that lay ahead. Her hair was braided in a long braid that lay softly on to her exposed tanned back and Michael couldn’t help but smile at his quandary – how he would have loved to make this woman his wife, instead of having to move on to unwelcome dutiful tasks. She sensed him standing there, quietly taking in the surroundings and smiled inwardly for the feelings he evoked and innocently believed that he would be hers soon.
“Hi”, she softly whispered in her Australian lilt, without once turning to look at him.
“Hello”, he stated shifting his weight from dark clad leg to dark clad leg, while his eyes lay shuttered beneath lush lashes.
Nikita turned and was surprise at his getup, gone were the shorts and flip flops of yesterday, replaced instead with the black ominous uniform she had first seen him in. “Oh?”
“Kee-tah”, he hesitated, his voice cracking with emotion, “I have to go…”
A confused Nikita attempted to smile, “Where? But you need to have breakfast first…” She was buying time as to spare them both the embarrassment of a scene. “I see you went to the house after we went to bed, you should have woken me to help you get there, you could have fallen, gotten hurt…”
He hesitated again debating whether to tell her of the regained eyesight and thought better of it, “My Uncle Walter called my cell phone and explained that I needed to go home to take care of some business…”
“I’ll take you to the airport, at what time does the plane…”
He interrupted her, “They are outside, waiting to escort me…”
Nikita was swatting at tears she was glad he couldn’t see, “When will you be back?”
Michael could see the tears and his heart shattered into a million tiny pieces, “I don’t…”
Nikita rushed into his arms, the feel of his strong arms quickly enveloped her, she wept somberly, silently imprinting his jacket with her tears, “I… I…”
Michael separated, knowing that he had to be strong for both of them and before he slammed his heartless mask back on his World he kissed her head, lingering there for an eternity and then her forehead, nose, chin and finally her lips. His mouth just wanted to take with him the taste of her lips, the feel of her being, even if it was in the chastest of ways. He whispered softly in his native French his true emotions, but Nikita’s world was noisily crumbling and she could not get the gist of the confession. They separated, he kissed her tears once more and turned to leave as the woman crumbled into a banquette and cried. Michael walked towards the waiting operatives who stood at attention at the end of the dock and swiftly disappeared inside a Section van that at a clip left the area of warm beaches, sunny skies and beautiful memories. Within seconds Captain George and Dr. Adrian came onboard to take care of the distraught Nikita and as the saying goes... life continued its disobedient voyage.
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