Subject:  I Remember Sarah - Chapter 16*** Adult |
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Date Posted: Sunday, September 18, 01:49:16am
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Loveroy
's message, "I Remember Sarah - Chapter 15 forward (NT)" on Thursday, September 15, 03:17:55am
Michael Samuelle rode the Ducati motorcycle furtively through the quiet streets of the London suburb, while Nikita riding behind him on the passenger seat held on for dear life. It was early evening and the wet frigid air permeated their leather clothing making her uncomfortable, but not as restless as the reason for the visit to Great Britain in mid-fall. Michael was on his way to see his mission wife and child and the blonde tagged along at her father’s request and some out-of-world counseling.
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After hanging up the phone and saying so long to her father, Nikita was packing a satchel with jeans and sweaters when a harried Sarah decided to drop by. The ghost could hear her friend bitch and moan to herself, about the ‘non-official request’ the leader of the organization had made of his daughter. Before Sarah allowed Nikita to see her, she watched her blonde friend a hothead when it came to her father, now take the same position about Michael’s mission wife.
“You need to let it go Nikita,” Sarah said startling her friend.
Nikita exclaimed surprised, “Jesus Sarah, you are going to give me a heart attack sneaking up behind me all the time; and no, I don’t want to let it go. Michael’s wife and I are going to spend time together, doesn’t that sound like fun?”
Nikita continued her tirade while she threw toiletries into a smaller bag saying, “They are going to see each other and rekindle their love and I am going to have to be witness to that.”
Sarah spoke exasperated, “What are you talking about woman? Michael is committed to his promise to you and your father. Furthermore, he never loved Elena, he has told you that much…”
Nikita interrupted her friend by raising her voice, “I am not even a mission wife!”
Sarah was grateful she was a ghost or otherwise she would have screamed at the irrational woman or better yet stalked off after clocking her a couple of times. “Listen, if you are going to use that kind of rationalization, then I must point out that if he has no vested emotions with you because you were forced on him by Section, then Elena is in the same position or worse. He had to leave Simone to ‘marry’ her.”
“Okay, alright, what do you want me to do then?” Nikita asked as she zipped the bag, “And I am not deducing anything, he pointed out that Elena is the mother of his child… I am just telling it like I see it.”
“Fight for what you want and don’t let the bastards get you down. Remember, he is dreaming about you – I know he has it bad.” Sarah said.
Stubbornly Nikita quipped, “Well Sarah, I don’t agree.”
At this point Simone showed up, her hair was so black and shinny that it looked like a piece of polished onyx and Nikita felt even more dejected at the woman’s exotic beauty. She spoke with a hint of an accent, “Are you worried about Michael? My learned opinion is that he is acting like a smitten boy?”
Nikita mumbled under her breath, “If that is true then why am I feeling like a libertine, all I want is for this man to pay attention to me.”
Simone and Sarah exchanged glances and Simone spoke, “Butch up Nikita, are you going to allow your trepidation to screw-up the possibility your father is handing you on a silver platter?”
Nikita asked a bit in awe of Michael’s only real wife, “What has my father given me? The pain of spending time watching Michael kowtow to the woman Adrian even calls ‘that annoying little roach’?”
Simone’s ghost had taken over the justification of Michael’s action, after all the man lied and then said he was sorry – typical Michael behavior when he didn’t know what to do with confused emotions. Simone’s spiritual cohorts previously misunderstood her reasons for wanting to afford Michael the wet dream of his life; it had not been voyeurism, but a plain and unadulterated mission to ascertain the man’s state of mind. Now it was Simone’s obligation and desire to make sure Nikita understood that even though it was hard to believe, Michael was finally in love.
Simone said, “Trust me Nikita, he loves you and no one living or dead would argue this fact given the way he looks at you.”
Nikita looking down, still full of anxiety in the presence of Simone mumbled, “I don’t see it.”
Sarah spoke, “Of course you don’t, you are too wrapped up in this pity party to accept him in his own terms and not in your fantasy of what love should be.”
Nikita’s eyes were full of tears and Simone didn’t want to see her cry, so she had a brilliant idea and allowed Nikita a glimpse into Michael’s dream with the wave of a hand. On the bed where the blonde packed a moment before, Nikita and Michael’s images appeared naked and holding each other while they giggled like school children over some mundane remark. Nikita watched her reflection and felt her joy and her total satiation after a night of passionate bliss. Full of wonder she watched as her likeness went down on the handsome man.
To say that Michael felt differently than usual was the understatement of the century. Michael was – Not Was – his eyes half lidded watched attentively how the woman sucked him dry. His moist lips being scraped by pearly white teeth and then soothed by an active tongue that wanted desperately to have contact with the woman’s skin. He was breathing heavily, stroking his hands lovingly to Nikita’s rich golden hair and visibly joyful when his seed spilled into her mouth and she swallowed it with discernible delight.
The eyewitnesses to this moment of perfect bliss could plainly see that Michael changed from a man in lust to a man in love. Faced with the magnitude of emotions that come at encountering the other half of one’s soul, Michael morphed finally from a superspyboy to a devoted mortal. His heart filled with love, he relaxed and understood that no matter where life took him now, he would be well accompanied by Nikita’s light.
Nikita let out an audible sigh and Sarah said, “Watch out for Elena – just watch out.”
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Now Nikita and Michael were on the street of the Tudor-style home the man shared with Elena and Adam. They had bought the house with the Section money Jones allotted for Michael so he could hide his wife and son. Michael was glad that Nikita was present but worried about the woman’s state of mind when she finally met Elena and his son.
Before leaving their home and baby Sarah, Michael had explained to Nikita that only part of what he shared before about his wife was the truth. Elena had not really remarried, but was stashed away with Adam in order to protect them from Vacek and his people. Elena did not know that Michael was an Op, didn’t know her father was a terrorist and did not know that her marriage to the handsome man was pure fiction. Oh and to top it all up, Elena was oblivious about being hidden from everyone and everything – including Adrian.
The phone call to a shocked Elena announcing their impending arrival took care of any unpleasantness the woman could whip up after finding out that her husband was coming home with a long lost ‘sister’. Michael explained to Nikita that he wanted her close and that unfortunately she had to pretend to be Sarah so that Elena would not become suspect to his duplicity. It was necessary to continue the ruse with the woman until her father, who escaped the previous attempt at stopping him, was apprehended and Red Cell fell to its knees.
When Nikita asked how would the mission end, Michael assured her that people get divorced all the time and that way Elena would never find out about his true identity. Nikita was saddened by the thought of the poor woman realizing she had been living a lie and agreed on divorce being the best method to end the mission. What she was not happy about was the fact she was going to have to be witness to Michael playing house.
Michael was totally focused on the road ahead and had not uttered a word during the ride and now he was pulling over to the side of the road. Nikita freaked not knowing what he was going to say or do. She was heart broken for him, for her and she was frightened of the unknown for the first time in her life. Michael hit the kickstand and dismounted the bike taking off his helmet as Nikita still straddling the hog also took her helmet off.
He rested his gloved hands on her lap and she shuddered with the electric sensation that pulsated through her body, he pecked her lips and rested his forehead on hers, confessing, “I have never really been in love before.”
Nikita couldn’t breath, never mind speak, she was reeling in the moment of expectation as Michael continued, “I loved Simone, she was my teacher, my mentor, my island in the midst of chaos and I truly miss her.”
Nikita went to speak and thought better of it, her old fears were crowding her emotions, threatening to spill and blurt out her disquietude, but instead she allowed the man to continue. "I never loved Elena, never... Your father called me to assign you to me and I was not happy, in fact I was for the first time since being recruited, ready to mutiny and then I saw you. Your inner beauty shines through in a struggle to outdo your outer one.”
Nikita shut her eyes really tightly and fat tears rolled down her pretty face, she blurted out, “I love you Michael.” And then, “There I said it and I want you to know that no matter whom you choose, I’ll understand.”
Michael smiled and having removed his gloves, dried her face with his thumb and then sucked her tears into his mouth, continuing, “Kita, I was going to say, how could I not fall in love, you had me at a disadvantage.”
She was confused and said apologetically, “I should have not told you how I feel, I don’t want you conflicted and making mistakes because you have a smitten operative flanking your ranks.”
Michael kissed her hard, his lips on hers like a magnet to a refrigerator door and soon they were ‘sucking face’ with a wanton disregard for the time or place. He separated and said, “I want you so badly that I may explode with need. Promise me that no matter what I say or do in the next few days you will know that I love you with an intensity that makes me drunk with need for you.”
Nikita kissed him one more time and said, “I do, I know you want me.”
"And love you, please know I love you." Michael told her and helped her with her helmet.
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