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Date Posted: 01:16:51 04/01/02 Mon
Author: Leigh
Subject: Re: Holiday, 47
In reply to: Leigh 's message, "Holiday, 46" on 01:14:00 04/01/02 Mon

Michael blinked the sleep from his eyes and peered through the dark at the clock. 5:32a.m. Nikita had a 7 o’clock flight that morning. He turned over, yawning, and felt along the hump buried beneath the blanket beside him.

“Nikita.” He shook her gently. “Time to get up.”

She made a disgruntled sound and burrowed deeper beneath the blanket. “Go ‘way.”

Michael smiled. He peeled the covers back and leaned forward to kiss the warm soft skin of her shoulder. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” he whispered. “You’re going to miss your flight.”

Nikita’s voice was thick with sleep. “Good. Don’t want to go.”

“Shall I tell your father you can’t make it?” he teased, knowing what her answer would be. She gave another grunt, kicked her feet and then turned to face him.

“Is it time already?”

“Yes.”

In the dark, she reached for him. One warm hand went around to his back, the other glided up his chest and came to rest at his chin. “So tired,” she whispered.

He kissed her fingers and then gently shifted, pulling her so that she lay on top of him. Nikita sighed and curled her body to fit his. Michael trailed his fingers down the middle of her back, over her hip and down to her thigh. Nikita gave a soft moan of pleasure and adjusted her body so that he could touch her further. She turned her face to him and Michael kissed her long and deep.

He made love to her slowly, awaking her with his kisses and touch till she writhed and cried out to him for release. And afterward, when she lay breathless in his arms, he held her close and whispered in her ear, “I love you.”

Nikita’s heart swelled with tenderness and she hugged him tightly, but the words she wanted to say became choked up in her throat and she could only lay there with her arms and legs wrapped around him.

Michael brushed his lips against her temple. He was disappointed that she didn’t say the words back to him but he told himself it didn’t matter. She just needed more time. He untangled himself from her hold and smiled gently into her troubled eyes. “You’re going to be late.”

Michael turned and moved to the edge of the bed. He swung his feet over the side and reached for his robe.

“Michael?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Yes?”

The bed dipped and then Nikita was kneeling behind him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pressed her cheek to his. “I would do anything for you,” she whispered.

Michael turned his head to look at her. Her eyes, so large and blue in the morning light, were shiny with emotion. Michael wanted to ask, “Will you come to France with me? Would you give up all that you have here and come to be with me always?” But instead of asking, he smiled and brushed his lips against hers and then helped her out of bed. “Go shower,” he said, pushing her gently toward the bathroom. “I’ll make the coffee.”

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  • Re: Holiday, 48 -- Leigh, 01:19:15 04/01/02 Mon
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