| Subject: Chapter 10 - Part II (NC-17ish - don't read if you shouldn't!!) |
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Date Posted: Tuesday, August 16, 11:23:40pm
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's message, "The Healing Touch II Chapter 8 +" on Monday, August 15, 08:09:01pm
Chapter 10 – Part II
His heart broke as he held the shaking woman in his arms and tried to provide her with what little comfort he could. Her earlier anger would have been a welcome relief to the torment that he now was witnessing. Her tears were unrelenting, but it was not the emotional outlet that disturbed him as much as the anguish that seemed to pour from her soul as she shuddered repeatedly against him.
He had expected her to be difficult tonight, had been ready for the confrontations that might present themselves, he had not been ready for this. He continued to hold her and soothe her as her tears began to slow and he was able to talk her through taking a breath and then he simply put her head on his shoulder and sat back with her in his arms, savoring the feel of her once again laying with him, trusting him, if only for a few minutes.
She sniffled and snuggled closer to Michael and the warmth that he currently represented. He pulled her closer and continued to hold her occasionally planting small kisses on her temple and forehead, sometimes lightly rubbing her back in comfort. Nothing was said, the only sound in the room was the occasional crackle of the fire and a small sniffle from Nikita. He knew that she needed this, he wondered if she had been held since his supposed death, and then knew based on his intel that she had not. There had been no one else. That should have been a relief to him and instead the guilt of knowing that she had been all alone through all that pain stung through him.
She shifted and looked up at him with red rimmed eyes, he kissed both of those eyes in hopes of reassuring her in some small way. Her fingers gently framed his face and he held his breath as she lightly touched him. Here fingertips traveled over his stubble covered chin and up his cheekbones, over his forehead and lightly touched each eyelid, the touch both personal and intimate. He dare not breath as she reacquainted herself with him, reassuring herself that he was real, that he was there, not merely an apparition that might fade through her fingers and leave her with nothing.
He lightly kissed the fingers that transgressed his face and studied each finger of her hand with patience and reverence. He noticed that she closed her eyes and her breath hitched in her throat as his lips lightly touched each finger tip. He knew what she was feeling, they had been here before, but it had been so long and he didn’t know if he had any right to go further with her. She was so emotionally fragile right now, would it be disrespectful to her if he continued with the gentle ministrations that they were sharing? He was torn, she looked so exhausted, so emotionally overwrought, and he should just carry her up the stairs and put her to bed. Alone.
But he wasn’t sure that he had the strength to do that. He needed her, like he needed air to breathe. He hadn’t even been alive these past months apart from her, he had barely existed. His soul had cried out for her over and over, night after night. His body physically betraying him as he told himself that he didn’t yearn for her, that he didn’t need her. But just holding her, being in her personal space, smelling that beautiful aromatic scent that was only Nikita…and he was lost. Completely lost in the essence of who she was, what she represented, his soul knew it was home and at peace.
Then he was kissing her and she was kissing back, responding to him with her own forceful needs that Nikita always showed. No words just long, hot, opened mouth kisses that spoke of a desperation that neither of them could overcome. Hands stroked, tongues plunged, moans intermingled, and passion grew uncontrollably. Rapid heartbeats thrust toward one another, and two lost souls found their place at home once again brought together by a magnetism that they were powerless to fight against and vulnerable enough to allow it to overtake them..
Clothing was removed as if it never existed, passionate long kisses as skin touched skin and cells remembered and sent signals to the brains that pleasure was all there was to know. They were lost in each other, in a place that very few of us ever get the opportunity to know or the comfort to languish in. As their bodies truly became one they both felt a completeness that had been missing from the whole of their existence. With each stroke inside of her, each moan, each kiss, each touch brought both of them closer to the bliss of their soulful union.
They moved one against the other, thrusting, pulsating, each body begging for more from the other, and giving everything that they had to a union that was the only thing that mattered to either of the tattered people that sought absolution, purpose, and love from the other.
He heard her cries, this time not emotional torment, but cries of passion as he withheld his own ultimate pleasure in order to please her, to warm her, to convey to her his love and devotion and repentance for his lies and his absence. She was completely consumed by everything that was him, there was nothing else in her consciousness except the pleasure that he was giving her over and over, leading her higher and higher as he moved within her with a familiarity that spoke of lifetimes of knowing her and how to love her. She had never known anything like it, but she prayed he didn’t stop.
He continued the assault on her senses, with his hands, his lips, his breath, his eyes, his every movement against her most sensitive of areas drove her further and further into the bliss that only he could create for her. To watch her passion in her eyes, her cries, her thrusts was all that was needed to drive his own passions to the breaking point. Finally when he was sure that he had pleasured her, that she was with him in body and soul he released himself into her and felt pleasure wash throughout him completely through his shaking sweat soaked body, but also through his heart and soul. She was his, and he was hers.
Time stopped for them as they lay side by side, wrapped in each others arms, limbs entwined, souls bound. The fire was dying but continued to crackle and the embers lent warmth that the lovers basked in as they held each other. Their breathing slowed, heartbeats returned to normal, and still they lay in each others arms, neither one willing to break the magical bond that had just been consummated between them, each of them knowing that they would never be the same, and that they could never really be apart.
She sighed and he instantly raised his head and stroked her hair back from her forehead. He looked at her face, deeply, intently, trying to read where the source of the sigh came from. She knew what he wanted, he needed reassurance from her, she could see the questions and fears in his eyes. She found her voice, “I love you. I don’t understand everything that has happened. But I can’t really live without you. And I don’t think you can really live without me. We can exist, but not really live.”
He leaned up on one elbow and looked down at her, tracing her brow line with his thumb, drinking in the site of her, “I know.”
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