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Date Posted: 02:55:48 12/07/01 Fri
Author: Leigh
Subject: Re: Holiday: Chapter 34 - Mush warning
In reply to: Leigh 's message, "Holiday" on 08:06:31 11/30/01 Fri

Note from Leigh: It's been a while since I've written one of these scenes so bear with me if it doesn't turn out right. ;-)


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Chapter 34:


The sound of Nikita’s husky laughter filled the dimly lit bedroom as, on the bed, she wriggled about in an attempt to stop Michael from tickling her. Michael, too, was laughing, but you could barely hear him. The corners of his eyes crinkled with delight as he deftly slipped his hands here and there, his fingers wrecking havoc upon Nikita’s sensitive skin as she shrieked and squirmed lower and lower to escape his exquisite torture. With cheeks flushed and eyes watering, she cried out, “Mercy! Mercy!”

Michael ceased his attack. He hovered over her, propped up on one elbow, and gazed down wonderingly into her eyes. “What will you give me if I stop?” he asked. It was nearly 1a.m. in the morning, the New Year had arrived without their notice as they had lain in bed making love and relishing each other’s presence.

Nikita’s chest rose and fell as she labored to regain her breath. Michael was careful not to place his full weight upon her. His eyes followed the heaving of her breasts. Desire caused his mouth to water and, unable to resist, he lowered his head and suckled one taut nipple.

Nikita closed her eyes, surrendering to the delicious tug of his lips and tongue upon her. It was several more minutes before Michael finally raised his head and smiled with satisfaction. Her hair lay in disarray but her eyes were aglow as she smiled back up at Michael. Remembering his earlier question, she asked breathlessly, “What would you like?”

Michael moved his hand to her face. With the gentlest of touches, he stroked her hair back so that he could see her face more clearly. Then, with his fingers, he softly traced the curve of her cheek down to her lips and outlined her mouth. There was a tenderness in his eyes as he gazed upon her. “A kiss,” he answered, his voice a mere whisper.

Feeling like a young schoolgirl with her first beau, Nikita closed her eyes once more, her fair lashes fanning out against her cheeks as she offered her lips up to him. Michael’s eyes darkened, his heartbeat quickening at the gift she offered him. “No,” he said a moment later, and leaned down to press his lips gently to the space between her pale brows.

Nikita’s eyes opened and she looked up at him, waiting.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Michael whispered. “I want to see them when you kiss me.”

“Hmm.” Nikita gave a small moan that came out sounding more like a sigh. She smiled as she worked her hands up, gliding them up over his chest and then over his shoulders and upward still until she held his face between the palms of her hands. With her thumbs, she caressed his cheeks. His face was rough with the beginning of a beard. It pricked her hand and she ached to feel that abrasiveness over other sensitive parts of her body. Silently, she arched up, her eyes open and locked onto his as she barely touched her lips to his. “Your kiss,” she breathed.

He gazed down at her, lost in some far away place where time stood still and love was free to blossom at will. It had been so long since he’d felt this way, so long since he’d felt truly alive. Not since Simone, his heart confirmed.

“Ni-ki-ta” he whispered.

Her name flowed through his veins, familiar as the very rhythm of his heart. Michael reached for her hand, covered it with his own and brought it to his lips. With great deliberation he kissed each finger, then knuckle before turning her hand over and pressing his lips to her palm.

Nikita lay very still, an unbearable ache growing deep inside her as she watched Michael. When he had finished kissing her hand, she reached up to him and pulled him down into a kiss. They made love slowly, exploring each soft curve, tasting each hard line until neither could stand the separation any longer and Michael laid Nikita back against the pillows, and she guided him in.

“Oh.”

She gasped. Eyes opening wide, her breathing becoming labored once more.

Dear god, would it always be this good for them?

Michael, with great effort, held still inside her. By the lamplight, he watched the emotions play across her face and he knew, just knew, that he would always think of her like this; so beautiful and loved.

“Okay?” he asked, his voice trembling with the effort it took him to hold still. Nikita nodded. She lifted her long legs, wrapped them around his waist, and embraced him with her arms.

“Love me,” she said, and Michael did just that.

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