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Date Posted: 17:05:46 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Chapter 20 - Part 3 (end of chapter 20)
In reply to: KGilbert 's message, "Dreams in the Dark - Chapter 20 and forthcoming" on 17:00:21 05/03/02 Fri

The scene he left behind, however, was one of utter distraction--if in two, rather different, ways. Michael's eyes still burned after him, while Nikita stared in bemusement at her co-star; she didn't like this--moved right to the question at hand. "What's going on, Michael? Why did you agree for me to go on a date with him, if you obviously didn't want me to? I had a perfectly good excuse."

God. It took him a moment to answer her, to start to respond; his heart pounded, still not looking at her. She was just so very innocent. How could he ever hope to explain?

Her innocence wouldn't get him out of this, though--no matter how much he wished it. Once he finally stopped staring after the man, his fingers loosened on her dress, but his hand just moved to her back again; he was focusing on the ground. "Our lessons aren't an excuse to get out of a date with the man whose money runs this studio." He gazed back to her sadly at last, explaining. "Nikita, he gives Wolfe orders." He shook his head. "There's no such thing as no."

Oh--dear God. This truth sunk into her, leaving her very cold; the feeling wasn't helped any when he removed his hand a moment later. She tried not to moan--not understanding it. Why was it always so much warmer when he was around?

This question wasn't her main preoccupation, however--not even close. When she looked back to him, there was the definite beginning of terror in her eyes; she could only hope her fears were wrong. "So, is he the kind of man you were warning me about? The kind who think I'm a blood sport?" He hadn't seemed it, but she didn't know that much about him yet--and neither Walter nor Michael seemed all that friendly toward him. She nearly shook, the terror having taken hold of her heart. Just what had she gotten into?

Great. This wasn't what he wanted. He looked into her eyes for a moment, seeing the horror he had unintentionally given and let out a sigh, his gaze falling to the ground; her question, really, was ludicrously far off. He shook his head. "No, that won't be a problem." Whatever the man might want with her, it definitely wouldn't be conquest. Helmut's tastes didn't run that way at all--despite the various, willing, women he bedded for show around this place; he sighed quietly again. He had known Rene too long to think anything else. He understood this type of man, after all. When it came to women, he was only looking for a forever-innocent bride.

His words should have been reassuring--were meant to be--but his whole body language contradicted them; she blinked, looking into him, not understanding at all--and terrified of everything she suspected. After all, if he wasn't protecting her like a good brother, then she was utterly lost to his motives. "Then why are you so upset?"

God. He wanted to laugh--but knew he could never explain it. She was probably better off not understanding, anyway. He let out a deep breath, looking back to her, retrieving his thoughts--seeing that she needed more reassurance. He didn't answer her question. "You'll be safe with him, Nikita. You don't need to worry about his intentions." At least, not in the same way she did about his own.

Huh. She shook her head again, still not getting it, wanting to understand--wanting to see him in less pain. "Then why . . .?"

Dear Lord. It was her tone--that sweet, pleading, wanting to please, tone--which had finally done it, he would decide later; it was that which had broken him. His heart rang loudly through his body. He couldn't bear her confusion--even if he couldn't answer her question. The one explanation which existed in his soul won out at last.

She didn't understand it, would be left reeling from it for days, but in the next few moments it happened. His singeing eyes gazed into her, looking into all the places she had never quite known before, making all of them sizzle and burn; that heated gaze fell to her lips for one second, as well, and then he pulled her toward him, caught her in a kiss unlike any she had ever known. And then there was nothing else--and she was very, very lost.

She let out a moan--of need, of delight, of confusion--as the hot silk of his lips melded gently with hers. This time, though--unlike all those other kisses, off-screen and on--there was something more; her heart thudded wildly. And it was the most wonderful thing she had ever discovered in her life.

It was only a second later that her world shifted--that she felt his lips part slightly, his hot breath tempting her; she gave a slight gasp, and, a moment later, felt a hot, soft fire inside her mouth. She moaned, nearly fainting with pleasure and wonder, as she realized it was his tongue. Her heart nearly pounded straight out of her chest, tears of astonishment and need building in her eyes. Oh, Lord--yes.

Nikita, though, wasn't the only one who was lost--not at all. She might almost have pulled away from him for one split-second, until he grabbed her closer to him, wanting even more; he had no intention of letting her go. It was this that he had been dreaming of, that had made him wild, for so many long nights--this and all which could come after it. When she melted into him, too, giving in happily, completely, a moment later, he held her all the more intensely, diving deeper, soft and devouring--entranced by every corner of that hot, sweet mouth; his whole body throbbed. Ohh-dear Christ. He had never known anything else like this.

His heart was pounding, his whole soul amazed and groaning for her, for everything that could have been between them if she weren't so damn innocent--if he weren't who he was. All the, more tender, kisses which had come before it--even those on screen--had been nearly overwhelming, but this--this sweet melding, the way she tasted him so tentatively, so happily, in return, whimpering in delight as she did--made every cell in his body want to explode. He nearly wanted to scream from the revelation. No one else had ever made him feel like this--no one and nothing. If she hadn't been a virgin, he would have found them a quiet spot and taken her for hours right now, would have begun to explore her in all the ways he so wanted to forever; he shuddered, overwhelmed. Oh, Christ. This was too much--but it was all he ever wanted again.

The kiss went on for another few, enchanting moments, as a soft sound she didn't recognize moved out of her throat. Ohh--dear God. She was shuddering against him, had her fingers dug into the front of his shirt, her body flush against the whole, incredible heat of his, as he showed her exactly what it was to be made love to. She shook, the moment far too overwhelming and sweet--the thoughts unbearably good. She didn't need to take off a stitch of clothing, didn't need anything more supposedly intimate than this; this alone told her everything she had to know. And every second was almost too perfect to be real.

She was swaying now, the kiss overtaking her, making her ache for so much more, as the multiple realizations bloomed--all of them the utter, lovely mirror of this kiss; none of it could be questioned. Making love to a man was about allowing him into your most secret, your softest, of places, was about feeling the strength of his body against your own. It was about a tenderness so exquisite it made you want to cry, combined with a wild need so intense that it left you breathless. It was about giving up everything and receiving everything in return--was about a connection too strong to ever be replicated--was about life, and love, and desire; her heart thundered--floating, wild. And it was definitely, always, very much, about Michael.

She was whimpering, was shaking wildly--feelings she could never have explained blossoming beautifully somewhere deep within--when he finally pulled away, his eyes burning her. She didn't ever want it to end. Nothing else, ever--she was certain--could be even half as good as this.

Both of them were panting slightly, utterly overwhelmed, as they parted, and she found herself still leaning against him, unable to stand completely on her own. Neither of them could even remember how to speak. How they could go on from this moment without each other was a riddle neither of them were capable of solving at all.

It was this sweet shock which held them for some unnamable span of time--but, a moment after that, he answered her question at last--and brought on so many others she might never find the answer to. There would just never be any clear way back from here.

He knew he had to go--but he couldn't without one last answer. He leaned her back from him a bit, waiting till she swayed a little but was upright; he was looking deep inside her, his voice slightly hoarse. "That's why." Then, his eyes still burning, he took a deep breath and forced himself to let go, to walk away. Neither of them would ever be quite safe again, if he stayed.

Dear God--it was far too much. She was left standing there, trying to come back to herself, still swaying a little for many long moments; the world whirled by her--nothing clear. Her heart thundered. What in God's name had just happened to her now?

It took her another few moments, but she looked around to notice at last that they had been in public, that anyone passing by could have seen everything that just happened--and nearly let out a groan, forcing herself to walk--even if she didn't know to where. She wasn't entirely certain that anything would ever be that clear again.

She was nearly moaning, as she moved away--thoroughly uncertain of anything that was happening inside or around her. If she had hoped for answers, she had been woefully optimistic--had even less of them now--only knew one thing; her heart thumped louder, the truth overwhelming. Whatever it was which was going on in this man's mind about her, she had been very wrong before. He definitely did *not* kiss her like a brother.

[End of Part 20]

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