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Date Posted: 18:21:54 12/09/01 Sun
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's message, ""Enemy at the Gates" - short repost from "Come to Me, My Love"" on 11:47:12 12/02/01 Sun
Chapter 7
“What are you doing, Michael?” she asks, her voice suddenly sounding breathless and high.
“Just what I said that I would, Nikita,” he answers, and she can feel him smiling in the darkness.
Before she can react, Nikita feels his free hand at the back of her neck. Entwining his fingers in her hair, he immobilizes her head.
“No,” she mumbles, only seconds before his lips find hers.
His kiss is hard and demanding, pressing her lips uncomfortably against her teeth. Pulling back, he traces her lips with the tip of his tongue, before once again covering her mouth with his.
The phrase “enemy at the gates” comes into her mind, as she pushes against his chest in protest. He seems not to notice her feeble efforts, but lifting her slightly, positions her against a large tree. This frees his hands, and she begins to feel truly afraid.
Michael presses more firmly against her, trapping her hands, leaving her completely defenseless, and unable to catch her breath. She gasps in a desperate effort to take in more air, and only succeeds in giving him an unwanted invitation to invade her open mouth.
Her body is steadily becoming her enemy. An awakening starts in the pit of her stomach and spreads a slow warmth to the lower area between her legs.
Beginning to feel faint with his body crushed so firmly against hers, she sags slightly against him. He reaches around her supporting her weight and lowers her gently to the ground. Her mind screams in disapproval, but against everything that she thinks and wants, her body is starting to respond.
Freed from the pressure of his constraining weight her breathing becomes easier, but her thoughts are prisoner to her body’s ever-increasing need. Lying beside her, propped up on his left elbow, Michael uses his free hand to begin a slow exploration of her body. He runs his hand in light circles over her breasts, causing her nipples to harden. Her breathing grows shallow and rapid as her excitement mounts. Sensing her growing response, he frees her captive mouth and begins to unbutton her shirt.
Once released from the spell of his melting kiss, her thoughts begin to clear. She cannot deny her body’s ache for the feel of this man, but knows that she cannot allow herself to be taken in the woods like an animal. She also knows that she can do nothing to prevent it. Tears form and begin to fall down the sides of her face.
Michael’ hand stops, and Nikita senses him watching her. His fingers run gently across her cheeks as he wipes away her tears.
“Have you had enough?” he asks quietly, continuing to caress her face in gesture of comfort.
Michael lifts her tenderly and cradles her in his arms. “Sh… Don’t cry. You’re okay,” he whispers, as he smoothes her hair in a soothing gesture.
Nikita allows him to quiet her fears, smiling to herself in the darkness. “Thank God!” she thinks with a sense of relief, “So the man is compassionate after all.”
The End
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