|Subject: Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts - Chapter 21
Loveroy & JennS
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Date Posted: Friday, April 01, 06:48:18pm
While the couple waited for Phillips to bring the promised boat around to the dock, Michael labored hard clearing the rubbish while Nikita continued with the work of saving lives or in the alternative making the wounded more comfortable. Michael had removed his shirt, which was soaked with sweat and covered in soot and now his tanned skin and his powerful muscles glistened in the sun as he flexed repeatedly under the strain of the physical labor. (Big dramatic sigh :) Taking a break from her doctoring, Nikita walked over closer to where Michael worked and stood transfixed because of the man’s animal magnetism. She thought she was being foolish in her belief that she could have forgotten Michael if indeed something went on between them the previous night, after all, it was obvious that Michael was unforgettable.
Their eyes met and he smiled a knowing smile that she enjoyed immensely, and although Nikita was embarrassed by Michael’s reaction to her gawking, he was the one who was visibly blushing. Nikita flirtingly winked and Michael moved to her side. She thought he was coming to play with her in his alluring way, but the reason he was moving rapidly towards her was another. Nikita’s skin literary crawled as she heard the annoying voice of Marco O’Brian make a lascivious remark when he saw Michael put a protective arm around Nikita’s shoulders.
Marco remarked loudly, “Ooohhh was he that sweaty last night, Nikita? You never let me sweat even during extreme moments of passion.”
Michael gave the man a stern look while Nikita remarked, “You were never this attractive… in fact you were never attractive – period.”
O’Brian laughed and addressed Nikita, ignoring Michael, “Is that anyway to treat the man about to give you two a ride to VanDamn Island?”
Michael was putting on the shirt that he had tied around his waist when a little girl, no more than 5, handed him a bottle of water and smiled up at the handsome man. Michael thanked her as she stretched her arms towards him requesting a hug from the man who still showed his washboard abs. Michael picked her up and she wrapped her little arms around his neck, then she asked in a tiny little voice if she could give him a ‘thank you’ kiss. Michael's lips curled into a small smile as the little girls lips lightly brushed his cheek. After her kiss, the girl squirmed in his arms a sure sign she wished to be put down. Once her feet hit the ground, she quickly scooted away towards her waiting parents.
O’Brian laughed, “Damn Michael, you sure attract them young, don't ya?”
Still Michael didn’t reply to the annoying man, but Nikita did, “Marco you are such a schmuck. Michael helped save her kitty…”
Marco watched Michael strut away ignoring the annoying man’s remarks one more time, so Marco whispered conspiratorically in Nikita’s ear, “Kitty heh, is that what they call ‘it’ in French?”
The blonde doctor who was not as patient or as nice as Michael seemed to be, punched O’Brian on the shoulder in response to his nauseating comment and then gritting her teeth remarked, “Marco, you're a pig among men and a real live moron to boot. Now if you would please go away we could happily go on with our activities.”
Nikita’s hands were on her waist in a threatening pose as O’Brian continued bantering with her and she wondered why Michael had walked away and left her stranded in the presence of her former boyfriend. Turning her head in frustration to avoid Marco's beady eyes, she then saw Michael approaching them with Phillips. Michael's slight scowl told her that he was not happy with the new found knowledge that the boat that Phillips had offered them belonged to his roommate, none other than Marco O’Brian.
Phillips spoke with his roommate, “Marco, Michael and Nikita need to get to VanDamn Island and since the ferries are not running due to the condition of the bay, I offered them a ride on your boat.”
Marco moved closer to Phillips and hypocritically said, “But of course I’ll take them, I was wondering why Michael was clearing our dock.”
Nikita went to protest, but Michael pinned her with a glance from those emerald eyes she could get lost in. Still aggrivated with O'Brian, she kept her tongue as she reluctantly agreed that Michael was right since there truly was no other way to get to the island. Marco O’Brian smiled pleased with the outcome. His victory was now two fold. He managed to yet again get under the pretty Doctor's skin, as well as follow through with his orders. Ops and Maddy had given him specific instructions to bring the pair to the island as soon as possible. The man laughed to himself and wondered 'Wonder what the dynamic duo would do if they learned we call them Ops and Maddy?'
The trip to the Island was quiet and reflective. The amount of debris floating by them as the small engine churned loudly across the straight preoccupied Nikita. If the rubble was an indication of the devastation created by the hurricane, then God help the people of the sleepy inlet. The land mass could be seen in the distance, but there was no outward sign of people out and about like there had been on the mainland. Michael turned and spoke to Nikita for the first time on their short journey. His lips so close to her earlobe that she could feel his breathe caressing her warm skin and shivered from the sensation.
Michael tried to reassure her, “Kee-tah they are probably in a safe shelter.”
Nikita answered faintly smiling, “I don’t think there is one on the island Michael and look at the topography, not a tree is left standing.”
Michael continued putting Nikita’s mind at ease,. Pointing to the south side of the island he said, “They could all be in the lighthouse, which appears to be a relatively safe place to hide from a storm.”
Nikita patted his hand that was resting on her knee, “I know, you're right. The lighthouse has been there for many years, and this can't possibly be the first storm to hit the island since the VanDamn’s settled there.”
Marco, who was receiving instructions from Birkoff through a receiver in the form of a small dot that he had behind his ear, took a circuitous route and arrived at the back of the Island. His instructions had been to divert from his original course as the main dock's were otherwise occupied, and then decided to bring the duo to the beach that was behind Adrian's home. As if by magic Nikita could see Jurgen and Adrian wading in the shallow water waiting for them. Nikita then stood, placing a hand on Michael’s shoulder for balance and waved with the other, calling out to her mentor and her charge. Adrian held on to her big straw hat with one hand and returned the wave with the other, while Jurgen waded further into the warm water to help dock the approaching boat.
Michael jumped into the water and helped to drag the boat further into the beach as Jurgen shouted up to Marco who not surprisingly remained on the boat, “The floating dock is gone, I guess the storm took it.”
Glancing at the man who was assisting him he said, "Hello. My name is Jurgen, and who might you be?"
Nikita interjected on Michael's behalf, "Oh, that's my new friend Michael."
Nikita by now had also jumped in the water, her top was wet with the salt water that surrounded her and she painted a mouth watering picture while making her predilection for not wearing undergarments known. Michael was not ready for the reaction his body had as he watched the woman being disrobed visually by the males in attendance. He was also confused by the tinge of jealousy he suddenly felt. But Michael didn’t need to worry, Adrian was as proper as any lady could be and she immediately handed Nikita the windbreaker she had been wearing, accompanied with a warning glance to all for their impropriety.
Nikita was too happy to see Adrian and Jurgen to care if the degenerates ogled at her. Nikita was talking a mile a minute, one arm around Jurgen’s shoulders, and the other one around Adrian’s waist. She was asking about the storm, telling them about spending it with Michael and about the problems in the hospital on the mainland. She asked how they fared, they answered that they had weathered the storm in the lighthouse with the other residents of the island and that there had thankfully been no injuries, but that a lot of liquor had been consumed.
Nikita laughed, “Well then our experiences were similar then, since I drank so much I don’t remember much.”
The trio soon arrived at Adrian's cottage and Adrian quickly handed Michael and Nikita towels, while Jurgen and Marco stayed behind trying to find a proper place to anchor the boat.
Jurgen was making sure that O’Brian was not working a second mission for Madeline and Operations. After all, the doctor was on Adrian’s side on this one. Jurgen quickly learned that Marco indeed was under instructions to report every nuance between the handsome pair to Section, and although his directives came through Birkoff, everyone knew that Seymour was, unlike his twin, a lackey to the Sex Police. But the good thing about O’Brian was that he was only loyal to himself, and a promise of nooky – from either a man or a woman, always made him sing like a bird.
An hour later, Marco O’Brian sighed as he knew that he had just signed his death warrant by talking to Jurgen. He knew know that either Adrian or Paul Wolfe would have his head on a platter given the no-win situation he was now faced with.
Adrian was a brilliant woman; Michael took to her immediately, her gentility appealed to the man just as much as her obvious love for Nikita. She smiled a lot in Nikita’s presence, as did Michael, and she listened intently to what Nikita had to say. Michael was also aware that Adrian was studying him and at first he attributed her intentions to the fact he had spent the night with Nikita, but then he became suspicious of the woman’s intent.
Adrian said, “Michael, tell me what brings you out here, to the middle of nowhere?”
Nikita smiled and answered innocently, voicing what Adrian already knew, “Fate, providence… although he tells me there is no such thing.”
Michael smiled and watched as Nikita dried her hair. He caught a glimpse of a sliver of her flat stomach as she raised her hands, as she removed the windbreaker and subsequently re-ignited Michael’s discomfort in the nether regions. To Michael’s delight and to Adrian’s surprise, Nikita moved behind Michael and started drying his hair with the same towel that she had just used. He allowed the caress as he watched Adrian apparantly scrutinizing them and decided there was more to this woman than the gentility she so awesomely displayed.
“You don’t believe in destiny Michael?” Adrian asked.
Michael answered, taking Nikita’s hand and moving her to sit next to him, “I think I told her I did not believe in free will.”
Nikita smiled, tapped his knee and leaned shoulder to shoulder with him, “Oh yeah, free will… but in any event, it was fate that brought him here. Show Adrian the ring Michael… wait until you see this Adrian, there is no explanation for such coincidence… you don’t believe in coincidences either, right Michael?”
Adrian suddenly became nervous and Michael detected it immediately, and raised an eyebrow and asked, “How about you Adrian, do you believe in chance?”
The old woman moved to serve tea and pass a plate of scones and finger sandwiches and replied, “No, can’t say I believe in chance either.”
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