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Date Posted: Thursday, October 07, 08:25:37pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
Nikita sat propped up in bed watching the hotel television; a Spanish dubbed version of ‘24' was airing. She slouched down in the bed and clicked off the television with the remote, musing to herself.
I should try and learn more Spanish and Portugese....then I can at least watch television. Maybe when we get settled in Portugal I’ll take language lessons.
Nikita turned off the bedside lamp and lay watching shadows dance across the ceiling; the rain had started again and streaks of windswept water splashed against the patio window. She glanced at the luminous dial on her watch; Michael had been gone for more than an hour. She twisted onto her side in the double bed.
Wouldn’t blame the man if he did a runner on me...the way I act like a star struck school girl....making demands of him....immature idiot that’s what you are Nik! I must try to be more mature...sophisticated in this relationship.....
Nikita tossed onto her back and watched the shadows race across the ceiling again. Her mind drifted back to their time at the cabin in Austria - their shared moments in the sauna, the dash to the frozen lake and how Michael had plunged into the water with her frantically clinging to his body. The magic of sharing the little things like cooking and cleaning clothes - simple everyday things. Her thoughts wandered back to the first time they made love in Venice - how amazing Michael had been - like no lover she had ever been with. Nikita giggled and spoke to herself.
“What were the words in that British movie about Brigit Jones....only this time it would be: Hello? Yes, this is Nikita Jones - wanton sex goddess, with a beautiful man between her thighs!”
Nikita laughed out loud. “Oh my gawd what is happening to me....I feel like I’m spinning out of control....not knowing if we will even be together in a week....or days....Michael is trying to downplay the danger we are in....but I can see it in his eyes....those wonderful, penetrating blue/green eyes.”
Nikita pulled the blankets over her head. There was something else she was feeling: love - intense, unbearable, intolerable love....perfect love. It was the promise of being with Michael for even one more day that was pushing Nikita forward.
Michael crept into the hotel room, slipped out of his clothes and slid under the blankets next to Nikita who was sleeping soundly. He could feel her warmth as he wrapped an arm around her waist and edged his body spoon fashion against her back. He lay listening to her breathing and inhaled her lavender bath scent; he slid his fingers under her nighty, over her naked thigh and down her leg, but stopped as he felt his groin tighten and the inevitable arousal of his penis. Michael pulled away and lay on his back as Nikita awoke, stirred and twisted to face him. “Ahhhhh....Michael...sorry I fell asleep .....I was trying to wait for you to return but....”
“Go back to sleep Nikita....we both need our sleep tonight....we must make Portugal tomorrow.”
“Any luck with your computer program....I mean getting intel?”
“No....I’ll wait now until we reach Portugal....good night....sweet dreams.”
Nikita snuggled up next to Michael, stretching one arm across his chest; soon she drifted back to sleep as Michael lay staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling.
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