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Subject: Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts - Chapter 20

JennS and Loveroy - blushing, WE ARE BACK
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Date Posted: Friday, March 04, 01:45:34am
In reply to: Jennifer S. and Loveroy 's message, "Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts - Chapter 17 and on" on Thursday, October 28, 01:27:58am

Michael Samuelle handed Nikita Wirth one of the robes that lay bundled up underneath the closet door, and stood facing away from her wearing a similar robe of his own. Nikita's head was pounding with a combination of the overabundance of champagne she ingested the preceding evening, and compounded by the embarrassment of not remembering what if anything went on with Michael. She hurt in more than all the right places and was attributing the pain to sleeping in cramped quarters on the hard mattress-floor; or at least she hoped that was the reason and not Michael's attentions.

Nikita was quickly slipping into Michael's sweater and a pair of spare surgical greens she always carried in her handbag. Balancing on one foot she brought the other one up and encased her feet with the flat shoes she wore the previous evening, and slowly repeated the action with the other foot. After rapidly putting on his obligatory black jeans and shirt, Michael in the meantime folded and organized the bed linens and other paraphernalia they’d used.

When the duo finally emerged from their safe haven, they were stunned at the sight before them. One entire side of the building was missing; the hurricane had taken its toll on the structure as well as everything around it. The couple was lucky to have followed the safety instructions provided by the hotel to a tee.

After surveying the damage, Nikita sprung into action making sure that medical assistance was available in the immediate area for those in need, as well as in the nearby hospital. Trying to focus in on the situation around her was becoming a challenge once the enormity of what had happened sank in. Nikita became antsy to get back to the island and see how hard it may have been hit, but more so than the island, she felt a sense of urgency to find out how and if, Adrian weathered the storm.

Michael helped her tend to the injured; he was caring and strong and consoling to those who suffered because of Mother Nature's wrath. After hours of going through debris, aiding the injured and caring for the infirm, Michael and Nikita proofed to those silently monitoring that they worked well as a team. Sitting on a pile of rubble, they now ate a sandwich someone brought them and drank cool water from plastic bottles.

Michael watched Nikita enthusiastically devour the sandwich and the water. She was a formidable woman and intrigued Michael beyond curiosity, especially since discovering that the ring around her neck matched his ring so perfectly. Her face was covered in soot and dirt and Michael used a surgical moist towelette to wipe clean the woman's beautiful face.

At the feel of Michael's gentle attention, Nikita's mind returned to the torment she had abandoned before coming out of their safe room. She pondered again what may or may not have taken place between them the night before. Having found the disaster that awaited them after coming out of their safe room distracted her momentarily from her concerns.

But now she decided to ask the man if they had been intimate. She liked Michael a lot, he was hot, but he was a ship crossing in the night and he would be leaving soon to go back to Europe while she stayed in North America working. Nikita wanted to remain friendly with the man she found delightful to be around, and she truly believed that a one-night stand in a drunken stupor, was probably a friendship wrecker or at least not a good way to start a relationship with anyone.

Nikita spoke, her eyes shuttering with the weight of fatigue, "Michael, what happened between us last night?"

Michael smiled, the soothing strokes assuaging Nikita's tiredness, "You don't remember?"

Nikita perked up probably out of fear for his answer and commented as she gratefully accepted two aspirin he was handing her, "I drank too much and don't even remember our conversations… did we establish that you are a gentleman?"

"Let's just say that we shared some precious intimacies." Michael replied with a knowing grin; of course he was referring to their long discussions about their childhood and their dreams and anguishes.

Michael knew his reply had a double entandre position. Nikita on the other hand had her mind in the gutter with thoughts of the other definition of the word Michael had purposely used - intimacies. Familiarity that entailed kissing and hugging, and more, so she blushed. Michael realized what she was thinking and smiled again deciding to have some more fun with the pretty blonde.

The previous night Michael made the decision that he was not going anywhere far from Van Damn island. Even if he resolved the mystery of the letter that brought him there, he couldn't leave without finding out the origin of the rings. Not now and not with the new found knowledge of this vibrant young woman that he seemed to easily share a kinship with.

Moving closer to Nikita's ear, Michael whispered, "Let's just say I am forever in your debt and that you are a truly great woman."

Nikita, after straightening up and trying to jump off the box she was sitting on said, "Oh God. I'm so mortified with the thought of what may have happened between us last night, and I apologize for any indiscretions on my part - if there were any." Before Michael could reply, a woman with a broken limb approached Nikita and she had to go to work setting the arm with Michael's able assistance.

Nightfall was quickly approaching and Nikita and Michael had been working non-stop for 12 straight hours. He noticed with concern that she kept moving her head from side to side, and pinching her shoulder in an attempt to relieve her pain. She slowly moved closer to where Michael was speaking to the hospital administrator about obtaining a motor boat that could take them to Van Damn Island. She enjoyed the handsome man's decisive manner, almost as if he was reading her mind and providing her with her desires and needs.

The administrator agreeing to Michael's request, walked away to look for the keys to his own private Boston Whaler. Michael smiled at Nikita and put his hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around. He began to massage her tense shoulders, while explaining to her that they would be borrowing the other man's boat to go to the island.

Nikita almost cried with relief, her concerns were further allayed when Michael reached down to the bench next to them, handing her another sandwich and a soft drink. Lowering to the bench, Nikita smiled at him shyly as he sat to her right while opening the drink for her. She then gasped in surprise as he then pulled her from her seat and placed her on his lap.

"Sit here. The bench has seen better days, and I think you'll find this seat more appealing." Michael told her.

They were enjoying the sandwich and light conversation when Nikita expectantly asked Michael, "Tell me why you borrowed the boat from Mr. Phillips?"

Michael became quiet and adjusted his thoughts for a second, "Didn't you want to get to your charge Adrian and check the damage there?"

Of course Michael didn't only want to please Nikita, he had his own nefarious reasons for going to the Van Damn Island since the letter issue was still unresolved and now he needed to keep tabs on Nikita and the ring. In the meantime Mr. Phillips, sitting in a van amidst rubble and destruction talked into a PDA of sorts, his voice calm and unemotional. The face reflected in the small screen was authoritative and stern. The finely cropped white hair gave the man an elegant allure but didn't soften his exasperation, and Mr. Phillips was not sure who this ire was directed to.

"There is no boat in the marina, and the dry dock is in ruins." Phillips meekly said.

"There is a motor boat on the way, coming ashore on the back of O'Brien's house. Make sure that this Samuelle character doesn't get suspicious." Paul Wolfe ordered.

Phillips wanted to laugh, it was obvious Wolfe had never met Michael Samuelle. "No matter what we do he will be suspicious. I'm not sure yet what he is doing here and especially why he is with Nikita."

"You have your orders." Wolfe stated and then the screen went blank.

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I can't wait to find out(r)MichelleBFriday, March 04, 08:42:34am
So glad to see this is back!!..(r)MaryFriday, March 04, 06:51:46pm
  • WHAT????? -- Loveroy, Saturday, March 05, 05:01:07am
Great comeback chapter ladies!!! ...(r)Lady EThursday, March 10, 06:09:00pm

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