|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 152
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Date Posted: Monday, October 25, 04:59:41pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
The next morning, Michael slipped from the bed, grabbed his pants and a sweater and dressed quietly. He stood, staring down at Nikita who was still asleep; her wild mane spread across the pillow; one arm stretched over her head. Michael smiled as he sat on the bed next to her. Nikita stirred, shifting her body slightly. Michael kissed her lips, then drew his tongue over one cheek up to her eyes; he gently kissed her eyelids. Nikita awoke with a start and grasped his neck in a death grip; Michael reached for her hands, choking.
“Oh! My god Michael...you scared me!”
“Good morning to you to,” he smiled.
“Sorry....I...I guess I was dreaming.”
“Well....I’m not sure....what were you doing just now?”
Nikita licked her lower lip. “Oh....ahhh...well, now that I’m awake....would you like to do a repeat please,” she smiled.
Michael placed his hands on each side of her face and kissed her lips gently. Nikita pulled his face roughly into her, returning the kiss passionately. Michael pulled away.
“Now....you don’t want to break this bed do you? Why don’t you try the shower...even if there is no curtain....I’ll see what I can do about obtaining one.”
“Okay....only next time wake me when you decide to get all mushy in the morning,” she grinned.
A half hour later, Michael returned to the room, holding a shower curtain. Nikita had finished with her shower and was in the process of attempting to mop up the excess water that flooded onto the floor. She had dressed in a deep blue running suit and white tank top.
“Don’t bother with the water mess Nikita, I’ll get someone to clean it up.”
“You going to have a shower ....ahhh....using you new curtain of course,” she smiled.
“Yes, a quick one....then let’s go out for breakfast. I will be meeting with Stephan at noon...he has made contact with Dalton. After that, we can do some sight seeing if you want.”
“Lisbon looks to be a beautiful city Michael....I’m game. But....ah.....you want to talk about last night at all....we just sort of left things....ahhh...unsaid and....”
“Not now Nikita.” He walked into the bathroom, clutching the shower curtain and closed the door. Nikita shrugged her shoulders and went to pull on her light weight boots.
In a tiny café located a few minutes walk from the brothel, Nikita finished her coffee and offered Michael a plate of bread rolls and cheeses.
“More bread and cheese?”
“No thank you.” He smiled. “So you up to playing tourist.....we could inspect some museums or just walk along the Tagus river.”
“Let’s just walk around...until your meeting with Stephan...you meeting him at the....ah...our place or somewhere else?”
“A wine bar called Estoril in the Bairro.”
“Want me to come along or should I return to our room?”
“No....I want you there...of course.....why would you think otherwise?”
“Don’t know...maybe getting a little tired of all the cloak and dagger stuff.” Nikita reached across the table and clutched Michael’s hands. “I’m tired of the running Michael....I just want us to stay somewhere....just the two of us....and forget MI-6...Interpol and the men who may be hunting us.”
Michael kissed Nikita’s hands and drew them to his cheek. “I do too....but we must always be diligent....even after we have settled in.”
Nikita nodded and looked down at her empty plate - not able to look into Michael’s eyes.
(('Can I do this? ....to be with this man....always looking over our shoulders....in fear for our lives....never living a normal life with a real home...and...children. How could we even consider having children, living like fugitives?'))
Nikita’s thoughts were interrupted when the waiter arrived and Michael paid for their food. He rose and handed Nikita her jacket. They wandered out into the crisp air; the sun shone but offered no heat in the December morning. Michael and Nikita sauntered along the river bank, arm in arm; Nikita would stop now and then to point to some feature along the river; Michael wrapped one arm around her shoulder and leaned over to kiss her face.
The couple arrived at the Estoril bar in the Bairro well before the designated meeting time with Stephan. Nikita had begun to feel the chill of the damp December air so Michael had hailed a taxi and now they sat in a rear booth waiting. A waiter presented a lunch menu and wine list, then disappeared to wait on other patrons. Michael handed the menu to Nikita.
“Are you hungry? We might as well have lunch.”
Nikita smiled and perused the menu. “Yummm...lots of wonderful seafood...are you interested?”
“Of course...you choose.”
Michael signaled the waiter over and ordered a dry white wine as Nikita pointed to the local specialties - clams Bulhao Pato, a side dish of swordfish, the queijadas cheese cakes and to start off, a fish soup, fragateria style with freshly baked bread sticks. The waiter poured the wine and within minutes, their order of food appeared. Michael sniffed the aroma of the steaming food before him.
“Excellent choice...again, Nikita.”
Nikita grinned as she inhaled the fragrance of the soup and broke off chunks of steaming bread. They sat in silence, savoring their meal, glancing at each other repeatedly and reaching to touch each other’s hand. Michael finished his soup, sampled the clams and swordfish, then sat back to watch Nikita as she relished every morsel.
(('She is wonderful...I love to watch her eat....she enjoys food so much....like she loves life....I must not ever let that be taken away from her....this wretched life of hiding....must never rob Nikita of who she is.'))
“Hey, monsieur! You’re watching me pig out again....try some of the cheese cakes...they’re delicious.”
“I prefer to watch you eat them...you enjoy food....like you are making love to each mouthful.”
“Hummmm.....now there’s a thought,” she grinned swallowing the remains of a cheese cake, and drawing her tongue in a circle around her lips.
Michael looked down at his plate, suppressing a smile of embarrassment. He quickly reached for his wine glass, and drained the remains. Suddenly, Nikita’s face became serious as she motioned with her eyes and head of a man approaching their table. - it was Stephan, Richard Dalton’s man. Michael motioned for the waiter to bring over another wine glass and poured Stephan a glass..
“Sorry about not getting back to you sooner Michel....Mr. Dalton has been tired up on business matters. I talked to him early this morning and he stated you should proceed to his villa in the Algrave....the villa Luz Mira...on the coast about thirty kilometers from Faro. I’ll give you exact instructions how to locate the villa and security clearance shortly. Mr. Dalton said he will join you there in two days, once his business has wrapped up on Madeira. He has given me instructions to advise his domestic staff to expect you.”
“Thank you. We appreciate your help and I look forward to seeing Dalton again...it’s been some time.”
“Yes....no doubt.” The man reached into his jacket and handed Michael a small PDA, containing information for locating the villa and coded security clearance. “Once you have retained the information on the PDA to memory, press the music option and the intel will be deleted...for ever. Your car will be outside.” Stephan handed Michael the PDA and rose; he nodded to Nikita and quickly walked from the bar.
Nikita inhaled and reached for her wine. “Well, that was easy enough...so...you want to start for the Algrave after grabbing our belongings from the brothel?”
“Yes...we should leave right away.”
Michael waved to the waiter who brought their bill; Michael dropped some euros on the table and they got up to leave. As they made their way to the door, Nikita leaned into to Michael.
“Are we all most out of money?”
“Yes....just enough for gasoline...we will be alright.”
“You shouldn’t have allowed me to order all that food Michael...if we need money...I didn’t need to fill my face with food....”
Michael smiled. “I told you...I like watching you eat....food.”
Nikita grabbed his arm, looping her own around Michael’s. She grinned and thought to herself.
(('Soon monsieur....we will be safe....then you are all mine.'))
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