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Date Posted: 15:35:26 12/30/01 Sun
Author: Leigh
Subject: Re: Holiday 40
In reply to: Leigh 's message, "Holiday" on 13:13:09 12/26/01 Wed

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Michael sat down on the couch in Chris’s living room, eyes closed and stomach full. He felt the cushion dip beside him and forced his eyes open in time to see Nikita leaning toward him, a telltale smile on her face as she planted a quick kiss on his lips. “Tired?” she asked. Michael didn’t answer but he placed his hand over hers and squeezed it.

“Poor baby.” Her voice was low, though Carla and Chris wouldn’t have heard them anyway since they were in the kitchen. Nikita kissed Michael again, this time slower, and then sat back. She slipped her arm through his and gave a sigh. There were files from work waiting for her at home, plans for an upcoming campaign that had fallen behind schedule. But it was so nice to be out relaxing with friends and with Michael, she was reluctant to end it so soon. Beside her, Michael yawned. He still hadn’t fully adjusted to the time change. With another sigh, Nikita struggled to her feet and held her hand out to him. “Come on. Time to go home. I don’t want to have to carry you out of here.”

Michael rose, an apologetic smile on his face. “We can stay a little longer if you want. My first appointment isn’t until 9a.m. I can sleep in.”

“That’s what you said last night but you were up at the crack of dawn. No. Let’s get going. I’ve got things from work I need to do also. I’ll go tell Carla and Chris.” She stepped close and draped her arms around his neck. “Besides, from the looks they were giving each other over dinner, I think they wouldn’t mind us leaving early.”

Michael retrieved their coats as Nikita traipsed off to tell their hosts they were leaving. A minute later she returned with Carla and Chris following. Carla went straight to Michael and hugged him. “Thank you for coming,” she said, smiling brightly, and then brushed a kiss on his cheek.

“Dinner was wonderful,” Michael said, and he reached over to shake Chris’s hand. He helped Nikita on with her coat, draped his own over his arm and then waved goodbye.

“I’ll see you at the office tomorrow, Chris,” Nikita called, and then, when neither of the men were looking, gave Carla a thumbs up sign and jerked her head in Chris’s direction. Carla smiled and winked.

After Nikita and Michael left, Chris closed the door and turned. The dishtowel he had used to dry his hands was draped across his shoulder. Carla stepped up and, before he could guess what she was up to, kissed him squarely on the mouth.

Chris stood still, and then his hands went to her hips and he pulled her closer. How long had he waited for this? Hoped for but never thought it would be possible that Carla would want him? Over the past weeks they’d become friends, spending more and more free time together. And on New Year’s eve he had finally gotten up the courage to kiss her. It was a small kiss, and she had kissed him back. But, still, he hadn’t been certain if Carla had allowed it because of the festive mood that night or if she really did care for him.

Carla pulled back. She smiled shyly up at him as her fingers crept up over his chest and around his neck. “That was nice.”

Chris swallowed, his feelings reflected in his eyes. “Carla.” His voice was gentle, his arms strong around her. “Tell me to stop now, and I will.”

“Do you… want to stop?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes. Chris brought up one hand and cupped her face with it. With his thumb, he caressed the soft skin of her cheek.

“I want…” he said, breaking off.

Carla leaned forward, her lips nearly touching his. “Yes?” she asked, her breath catching in her throat.

Chris looked down into her upturned face, amazed at the feelings he saw shining in her eyes. And then, his stomach twisting in knots, he said, “I want to make love to you.” Carla didn’t say anything for two whole seconds and Chris felt the knots in his stomach tighten.

And then Carla’s eyes lit up brighter than a summer sky and she gave a happy shriek and threw herself at him. “Oh Chris! Chris!”

She laughed deliriously and kissed his cheek, his eyes, the bridge of his nose and then his mouth. Her feet were wrapped around his waist. Chris supported her easily, his strong arms holding her tight as he returned her kisses.

“Carla, I’ve loved you for so long.”

“Oh Chris.” She kissed him then, long and slow, as he carried her to his bedroom.

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