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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 185

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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:20:25pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 175 - 190 - Repost" on Thursday, March 10, 07:46:55pm

Nikita slept fitfully; the thought of Michael returning during the night, made her body tingle. She finally drifted into a deep sleep around 3 am. Two hours later, she woke with a start. The sound of a helicopter’s rotor blades pierced the early morning. Nikita darted to the patio window and watched Michael jump from the chopper and wave to the pilot. The helicopter’s engine began to slow as the pilot prepared the plane for shut down. Nikita dashed back to the bedroom and jumped under the duvet, her heart pounding as she pretended to be asleep.

Michael entered the bedroom and quietly placed his bag in a corner; he began to undress. Nikita smiled to herself as she fought to still her pounding heart. She turned slowly onto her back still pretending to feign sleep. Michael had slipped off his shoes and dropped his jacket, pants and mock turtleneck onto a nearby chair. He reached down to pull of his socks, as Nikita squinted in the darkness to watch. Next, he pulled off his black silk undershorts and walked quietly towards the bed. Nikita’s eyes were riveted to the package below Michael’s abdomen.

(('Oh gawd...help me...control...Nik!'))

She turned in the bed and opened her eyes. “Oh, Michael...you arrived.”

“Oh...I’m sorry I woke you....try to go back to sleep Nikita.”

(('Fat chance of that happening mister!')),she thought.

“No it’s alright...but you must be tired....do you want to sleep...now?”

“I am tired.....perhaps I should have laid down on the sofa in the other room...I mean so not to wake you.”

“No problem...here get under the duvet and get some sleep.”

As Michael slid under the cover, Nikita reached over and tucked the duvet around him. He could feel her naked body pressing his. Michael looked into her flashing eyes: who were they kidding. He smiled.

“What’s so funny,” she fought back a grin.

“The time I was away seemed much longer than two days...I missed you.”

Nikita’s hand traced a line down Michael’s chest to his lower abdomen. “So I see,” she grinned.

“You control me Nikita...you possess me...wicked woman. But first, please tell me what you’ve found.”

“Okay...I stumbled onto a series of coded numbers with a medusa insignia....I think it a secret Medusa Society code...a communique of....”

Michael sat up quickly in the bed. “What! How...you discovered number codes?”

“I think so. I was running through the core dump for MI-6 decodes and decided to connect that crocus device...luck I suppose...but the two suddenly connected and all these random numbers began scrolling...along with a female audio voice reciting the numbers. I attempted to save the screen content but was blocked, so I took digital pictures of the screen with the cybershot camera...I also researched tons of information on Greek mythology and the medusa....I saved all the information so we can.....”

Michael reached over and pulled Nikita to his chest, kissing her passionately. As they pulled back, Michael traced his finger over her eyebrows and lips. Nikita fought to get her breath as her heart pounded.

“You are a wonder Nee-kee-ta....to have found that intel.”

“So...ahh...not just a pretty face, huh.”

Michael clutched her cheeks, kissing her lips gently, he whispered. “I so missed you.”

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