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Date Posted: 04:11:35 12/25/01 Tue
Author: Leigh
Subject: Re: Orignal Gemstone 6 (Adult rating)
In reply to: Leigh 's message, "Orignal Gemstone" on 03:53:05 12/24/01 Mon

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Walter sensed the M'yrene's approach long before she arrived. As a healer, he had a certain gift of awareness; an ability to detect ribbons of emotions, especially pain.
Over the past week as he had attended to Michael's wounds and watched with satisfaction as the cuts healed and his bruises faded. The young man was able to sit up and move about on his own now. Yet, Walter discovered, his patient was still bathed in an aura of pain. One that seemed to increase at night, as if he were waging some great battle in his sleep. Walter perceived with some sadness that Michael was plagued with feelings of betrayal. Tis his uncles that he dreams of, the healer thought.

Tonight, though, Walter finally learned the truth. He had been meditating, as was his habit when after Michael would go to bed, when suddenly another stream of consciousness invaded the quiet dark of the cabin. Walter channeled his thoughts toward it, brushing against it, and discovered with surprise that it belonged to the pale haired M'yrene. Even more astounding, he discovered, was that her aura, filled with a mixture of pain, betrayal, and traces of another emotion, was almost identical to that of Michael's.
The old man opened his eyes and understanding dawned upon him. Slowly he stood, picked up his cloak, and walked quietly to the door. When Nikita arrived, he was waiting for her outside.

The young M'yrene sat atop her horse and stared silently at the old man who stood in the middle of the path wrapped in his long physician's cloak. He smiled at her, then looked over his shoulder at the cabin, before turning and strolling down the path.

"Where are you going?" Nikita asked, her eyes confused.
"For a walk" he answered, and continued on without looking back at her. "I shall be back when it is time," he called, then disappeared into the shadows.

Nikita sat for several more minutes. Her heart pounded within her chest as she stared at the cabin. From somewhere in her subconscious she could hear her mother's words rising up in warning but it was soon drowned out by another voice. A voice that was quiet and calming. One that wrapped her in warmth and light.

As if in a trance she dismounted and led Aleria the rest of the way. She tied him to a post then, inhaling deeply, opened the door of the cabin and entered.

It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. When it did, she saw in the corner the bed on which Michael lay. A smile touched her lips, the first in well over a week, and she moved slowly forward.

Standing next to his bed she looked down upon his sleeping face and recalled the feel of his body pressed next to hers that night she had rescued him and brought him here on Aleria. Her fingers reached up and untied the string that held her cloak in place and she let it fall with a quiet rustling to the ground. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed.

There was a slight frown on his face. As if his dream was an unpleasant one. Unable to stop herself, Nikita reached forward and laid her hand on his cheek. "Michael," she whispered.

His face turned into her palm and then his eyes opened and he looked up at her. Her fingers caressed his cheek and traced a pattern down to his chin, then inched upward and gently touched his lip. In response Michael reached up, placed his hands on her shoulders, and drew her slowly down towards him. His voice was soft and husky as he spoke.

"You came."

"Yes," she answered.

He smiled wonderingly. His fingers were still on her shoulders, caressing the skin with soft circular strokes. The sensation, coupled with the way he stared at her, sparked an ache inside Nikita that made her forget all else except the man before her.

Michael's hands glided down lower on her arms and he pulled her a little closer. "I hoped you would," he said huskily. "But a week passed and there was no sign of you." Something about his tone caused her to tremble and feel sad at once.

A worried frown crept into her eyes as she shifted her gaze to stare at his bare chest. "I'm sorry," she apologized, then reached out and placed one hand on top of his skin, feeling its warmth. "There was a lot I had to attend to."

He took a deep breath as he placed one of his hands over hers. "The servant you sent with the supplies, he said that you're the M'yrene. Is that true?"

Nikita pursed her lips and her brows wrinkled slightly. "Yes," she answered, "but lets not talk about that right now."

His brows arched slightly, then he sat up. Nikita was surprised by his sudden move and found herself staring at him nose to nose. "Why not?" he asked curiously.

She sighed. His nearness was intoxicating. It overwhelmed her senses till she felt almost dizzy with the ache he stirred in her. Her eyelids became heavy and they lowered partially as she leaned forward. Her forehead touched his. "I just don't," she said, moving her head slowly so that the tip of her nose brushed against his.

Michael echoed her sigh as he raised his hands and placed his fingers on either side of her face. "M'yrene," he whispered, his lips less then an inch away from hers. "Is that what I should call you?"

"If you want," she replied, distracted at how he was moving his face slowly over hers, inhaling her fragrance, tickling the side of her mouth with the rough stubble of his chin.
She gasped and moaned as his teeth nipped her tender skin, then he soothed it with his warm mouth. "What are you doing?" she asked, even as she tilted her head back and gave him access to the long curve of her neck.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," he breathed, then drew a fiery trail down her neck with the tip of his tongue as she made a small choking sound and bit down on her lip. "I need to know it’s real this time," he whispered, then closed his mouth over the throbbing pulse at the base of her neck.

Nikita's eyes flew open and her lips parted with a moan. "Ah, Scythian," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "No dream could be this sweet."

"Aye," he agreed, his voice muffled as he continued to suckle.

Nikita turned her to the opposite side, resting her chin on her shoulder. She closed her eyes again and smiled with lazy pleasure as Michael continued his sensuous assault. "Do you dream me often?" she asked.

"Endlessly," he replied, then pulled back so that he could look at her. With his hand under her chin he tilted her head back and waited for her to open her eyes. "Do you dream of me?" he asked.

Her brows arched slightly. "Never."

"Liar," he growled. With one fluid move he had her down on the bed as he leaned over her. Her eyes sparkled and her lips curved into a wide smile as his chest heaved, matching her own struggle to breathe. He moved his knee between her legs and, with a mischievous smile, began to slide his bare knee up her inner thigh.

Nikita's eyes grew round and her mouth opened in surprise. Raising her head, she lifted the blanket that covered Michael's lower body and looked underneath. Her mouth curved once more into a smile. "Oh my," she whispered, her eyes slanting up to meet his. "Do you always sleep in -- this manner?"

He smiled. "Do you mean without clothes or -- like this?" he asked, shifting slightly so that she could have a better view of his aroused state.

Her smile turned into a husky laugh as she reached up and cupped his face between her hands. "I mean without clothes," she said, then leaned in and began to kiss his mouth tenderly.

Michael shifted yet again, moving over to the side to make more room for her as he gently laid her back down on the bed. Then suddenly, his eyes opening wide, he looked around the room. "Where's Walter?"

Nikita pulled his head back down and recaptured his lips. "Never mind, Walter," she whispered between kisses. "We are alone. Just you and I."

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  • Re: Orignal Gemstone 7 (Adult rating) -- Leigh, 04:15:42 12/25/01 Tue
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