Part 57 - NC 17 -- The New Alternate Universe of La Femme Nikita

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Date Posted: 17:08:59 06/21/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Part 57 - NC 17
In reply to: Lila 's message, "The Beginning 52 and up" on 16:53:51 06/21/02 Fri

Part 57 � NC17

Nikita stumbled into Michael. Repeating �one foot in front of the other� she neglected to notice that he had stopped and they had arrived at the safe house. Michael spun around and caught her as she was about to tumble downwards. �We�re here,� he said.

�Good,� she mumbled, righting herself. She looked up to see a small cabin tucked safely in the woods. Even in the shadows of the early morning sunlight, Nikita could see why Michael insisted this be their destination. It was well hidden, well camouflaged, and definitely off the beaten path.

Michael scanned the perimeter quickly, and signaled for Nikita to wait until he gave the all clear. She watched him slip through the doorway of the house and waited. He returned several minutes later and motioned for her to enter. Knowing that inside the house was a bed with her name on it lightened her step and quickened her movement.

�It�s perfect,� she said, heading to the nearest surface on which she could recline. She selected a couch. �I just need to rest,� she said, nearly collapsing.

Michael turned on a small light, and walked over to Nikita. He put his hand on her forehead, and feeling warmth, he went back to the car and retrieved his backpack. �Take these,� he said upon his return, holding out his hand towards her supine body. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing even. She was sound asleep. He was loathe to disturb her but was worried about her condition.

�Ni-ki-ta,� he said gently, �Wake up.� He nudged her shoulder, softly shaking her.

�Michael!� she groaned, �I�m tired, please, enough.�

�Antibiotics,� he said.

She held out her hand and he dropped the tablets into her palm and held out a small bottle of water. Nikita took the medication, and tried to keep her eyes open.

�How do you feel?� he asked, eyes awash with concern, his impassive mask softening. He placed a pillow under her head, relieving the strain on her neck.

Nikita�s heart skipped a beat, taking in his gentle gestures. �I�m tired and I hurt,� she truthfully answered. �What next?� she asked.

Michael removed the first aid kit from has backpack, and placed it on Nikita�s stomach. �Your neck,� he said. She leaned her head back, and sitting on the couch next to her, Michael peeled the bandage from its lodging. An angry, bloody, swollen wound stared back at him. He took his thumbs and placed them one on each side of the abrasion and pulled it open slightly.

�Ow!� she yelled, flicking her hand at his. �That hurts.�

He brushed her hand away and cleaned the wound with antiseptic. He would have liked to stitch it closed, but the site appeared infected and closing it would only make it worse. He placed a long swath of gauze across the wound and taped it.

�Ssshh,� he said, releasing her neck with one hand, and brushing back her hair. �It�s ok,� he said. Michael did not like the swelling he saw around the site of her injury and was concerned the antibiotics were either not strong enough or not equipped to fight whatever infection may have settled in.

�What is it?� she asked, noting the concern on his face.

He leaned towards her, and brushed his lips against hers. �It�s ok, rest,� he said. The warmth of his lips and the trust in her heart sent her to safety, and she obediently closed her eyes. Michael continued to caress her head as she drifted off towards sleep.

�I love you,� she whispered as she floated off to sleep.

Michael watched her sleep for a few moments, got up from her side, and checked the cabin�s supplies. Food for a few days, plenty of water, fire wood if it got cold, good enough. He trusted his contact, but didn�t want to stay in the foothills of the Italian Alps for more than a few days. It may have seemed quiet, but he had learned, over and over, that nothing was as it seemed. Ever.

He glanced at Nikita�s sleeping figure and wondered if she was who she seemed. He didn�t doubt she loved him, he didn�t doubt she had suffered, but everything he had ever believed in had turned out to be lie. Why not her, too? He closed his eyes, angry at his doubt, wondering if he could ever trust anyone again. He wanted to believe in her, believe in them, but he had nothing to hold on to. Except her.

Michael walked over to Nikita, and with some effort, after all he was as tired as she, he scooped her up in his arms and brought her to the tiny bedroom that was at the east end of the living room. A bed would be more comfortable, and this way he could hold her, protect her. He needed to be next to her, feel her body against his, to believe they had a chance together.

Nikita barely stirred as he laid her on the bed and folded the blanket over her body. He stood for a moment watching her chest rise and fall, rhythm steady. He finally allowed his own exhaustion to take hold and gently lay his body next to hers. Perhaps sleep would come.

Michael closed his eyes and the inevitable occurred. Images of violence, by him, to him abounded. Multiple failures piled up on his brain. He never ruminated about the successes, of which there were many. And no one else would consider the rest �failure,� just Michael.

�Michael,� Nikita whispered, �I�m cold.� He wrapped himself around her body, drawing her in to his chest, covering her with limbs, warming her. She smiled, and settled back to sleep.

Holding Nikita in his arms, Michael was beset with a sense of serenity. It was at first startling, he was not familiar with that degree of peace. He was schooled in calm, but there was always a simmering right beneath, ready to overflow, if not for the self-control. He rubbed his face against her hair, breathing in her scent, feeling the stirrings of arousal. Michael sighed. For his loss of self-control and his profound sadness at finding her when clearly it was too late. Forcing the feeling of loss from his brain, the edges of sleep finally penetrated. Michael at last fell into a deep dreamless one.

************

�Foolish, just plain foolish,� Madeline admonished, as she examined the greenish-yellow bruise that covered Operation�s chest like an old tattoo.

�Credibility, Madeline,� he said, smirking, �It�s all about credibility. He needed to know what I�d be willing to do for him.�

She pushed the bag of ice a little too hard against his ribs, causing him to wince. �I still think it was too risky. Hold this,� she said, letting go of the icepack.

Paul held a cigarette between his lips and the ice bag pressed against his chest. �Has he come to yet?� he asked.

Madeline brought Paul a tall, narrow, glass filled with a light blue liquid. She shook her head and handed him the glass. �They�ll call,� she said, �Now drink up.�

�And what are we drinking too?� he asked, a smile dancing around the corners of his mouth.

�Closure,� she replied. �Teams are in place and waiting for your signal.�

�Excellent,� he said, sipping the drink, and feeling the chill of the ice on the outside of his body commingle with the chilly fluid coating the inside. �Excellent.�

************

Walter opened his eyes, and quickly slammed them shut. The damned place was blinding! �Goddamned psychological warfare bullshit,� he muttered. He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting with each passing second to the brightness. He found himself lying on a cot in a perfectly round white room. He sat up, and took stock of his surroundings.

The door to the chamber opened and Paul waited for an acknowledgement.

�Creepy,� Walter said.

�Effective,� Paul replied.

�Home sweet home?� Walter asked.

�As sweet as you can make it,� Paul said. He entered the room and leaned against the curving wall. �You�ll receive all the information you need, and I�m sure you�ll settle in quite nicely with us.�

Walter cocked his head to the side, and threw his eyeballs in Paul�s direction. �Is that right?� he asked, �And what makes you so sure I want to play?�

Operations laughed, �Cut the Marlowe act, Walter. Nikita will be here soon, for one. And I happen to know you�re fond of technology. Wait until you see what we have.� He turned and made his way to the door, �Oh,� he said, �And there�s someone here who wants to see you.� The door swung closed and the loud clang reverberated in Walter�s head.

�Oh goodie,� he said.

************

�Thwack.�

Michael�s eyes opened immediately. Nikita continued sleeping, and Michael slowly got off the bed, retrieved his gun from the night table, and prowled into the living area. Arms fully extended, hands tightly grasping the gun handle. Nothing. There were no intruders and he saw no one outside.

He returned to the cabin to find Nikita sitting on the couch. �Where were you?� she asked, voice still scratchy with sleep.

Michael quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to the couch. He sat down and took Nikita�s hand in his. �I heard something,� he said. His eyes warmed her as he quickly assessed her injuries. �Better,� he said.

She smiled, �Yes, I think I am.�

�Coffee?� he asked, standing and walking into the small kitchen area.

�Oh yeah,� she said, �Coffee.� She watched him as he methodically measured the beans, ground them, and filled the coffee maker. Even a task as simple as that was a sight to behold. Pouring the water into the machine, he returned to the couch, and squatted on the floor in front of her. Michael placed his hand gently under her head and turned it upwards to examine her throat. He carefully peeled off the bandage and placed it on the couch next to him.

�It looks much better,� he said, kissing her gently on the knee.

�Thanks,� she said. �I definitely feel better.� She paused awkwardly, �and sleeping helped too.� She laughed nervously.

Michael�s face remained neutral as he looked into her eyes again. He waited for her to explain.

�We�re not safe, are we?� she asked, eyes downcast.

�No,� he whispered, as he rose to full height. He turned on his heel and crossed to the distance to the coffee pot in two steps. He poured them each a mug full and sat down next to her.

Nikita took a sip and made a sound of appreciation. She gave him a small smile, �Can we run?� she asked.

�We are,� he answered.

She swatted at him, �I mean now,� she said.

�A few hours,� he said, drinking from his mug, leaning back on the couch.

Excitement in her voice, she said, �I feel much better, if you think we should go now, I can be ready in a flash.�

Michael put his coffee mug on the floor behind the couch, and brought one arm around Nikita and with his free hand he removed the coffee cup from Nikita. Her eyes sparkled with understanding.

Michael gently brought his lips to her beautiful mouth, and pressed them against hers. She eagerly returned his kiss, opening her mouth just enough to taste him. Michael had wrapped her hair around his hand, and he gripped it tightly. Breaking the kiss for air, he said, �I�ve missed you.� She smiled, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. The ability this man had to arouse was beyond profound. His thumb carefully outlined her eyebrow, her cheekbone, her lips, her chin. �What do you want?� he asked, fearful she was still hurt.

A giant grin spread across her face, and she leaned forward and bit Michael�s nose. �You,� she answered, resting her head on his shoulder. She lifted her head and her serene blue eyes telescoped into the green looking back at her. �Can we just pretend that everything is fine?� she asked.

He answered her by slipping his hands under her shirt, lifting it over her head, and tossing it to the floor. With one hand he pressed her back to the couch, with the other, he raked his calloused thumb over her nipple. She gasped at his touch, and reached for his face, wanting to feel his lips against hers.

�Not yet,� he said, continuing his caresses of her face, her breasts. She struggled forward and managed to catch the fabric of his shirt, pulling until he had no choice but to remove it. She followed the movement of his arms over his head with her fingernails along his chest. She felt the power of her touch in the slight jump of his muscles.

�Michael,� she said, voice near a whine, but no less seductive, hooking her thumbs into each of his front pockets, and pulling.

Michael smiled, and leaned over her, resting his weight to one side of her. Bodies close as it was a narrow couch. He put a gentle kiss on her wound, and with his tongue, drew a thin line until he reached the side of her mouth. She tried to turn her head to meet his lips completely, but he held her still, tongue darting in and around the one corner of her mouth, nipping at it with his teeth, sending rivulets of warmth through her body.

Nikita brought her hands to the button of his jeans and with shaking hands unbuttoned them. She slid her hand around his penis, teasing its head, feeling the silky liquid coat her fingers. Michael grabbed her hands, and pinned them behind her head. �Not yet,� he whispered into her ear, as he scraped his teeth along her lobe. He returned his mouth to hers and they kissed deeply for several minutes. One of Michael�s hands had slipped down to her breasts, duplicating his tongue�s movements, bringing her nipples to an aching rigidity. He released her lips and quickly captured one of her breasts in his mouth, nipping at the already taut center of her breast.

�Michael!� she groaned, �Too good.� She wrapped her fingers through his hair, and sporadically pulled and pushed on his head as he drove her to the brink of insanity. As if he sensed she was ready to pounce, he freed her breasts and began a trail of nibbles to her navel. He planted a kiss on her stomach and then sat up. Michael reached for her jeans and swiftly removed them and her underwear.

�Not fair,� she said, pointing at the jeans that remained, albeit undone, on his body.

�Fine,� he whispered, and slipped out of his jeans. He leaned back onto the couch and returned to her stomach, making small licks along the muscles of her stomach like a kitten delicately drinking cream, and inched his way below. His fingers ran along her sides, over her hips, along her thighs, and came back to carefully rest on her hipbones.

Nikita was overwhelmed with desire, sensuous aches covering her entire body, her lips, her throat, her breasts, her thighs� �Michael,� she gasped, as she felt his tongue teasing the inside of her thigh. �What� what�� she couldn�t speak.

Michael felt her legs tense and lifted his head to see her. �It�s ok,� he said, voice throaty with desire, �I want,� he said, kissing her gently on her pubic bone, �to please you.� He looked at her beautiful eyes, the color of the clearest blue sky, and awaited approval. She bit her lower lip and nodded.

Michael returned to the treasure that lay before him. He gently tugged on her public hair with his teeth, intermittently flicking her skin with his tongue. Nikita thought a devilish butterfly had landed upon her. She moved her hands to rest on his head, so she could touch him, anything to feel connected. Michael nudged her vaginal lips open with his nose and tongue, and blew a slow, steady, stream of warm breath along the inside of her canal and over her clitoris. He felt the shudder run through her body and erupt as a moan.

�It�s too much,� she said, �I�m not sure I can�� She desperately searched for the right words. �I�m afraid of losing control,� she finally admitted.

�Shh,� Michael said, kissing her thigh, �I�ll join you soon.�

His voice, and his words, replaced her nervous tension with tension of another kind, as she let her body sink into the couch. Michael moved out of reach of her hands, and she found herself gripping the cushions of the couch. Michael pushed her thighs forward, her feet flat on the couch, and after peppering the insides of her thighs with kisses, he returned his tongue to her delicate flesh. He licked along both sides of her opening, his hands scraping the highest part of the backs of her thighs, scraping her hard enough to inflame her nerve endings, but not hard enough to cause pain.

Nikita thought her body was on fire, except it a cool hot fire, intense pleasure emanating from everywhere Michael touched, his tongue igniting her. Nikita moaned and gasped as she felt rhythms of tension begin to build. Michael abandoned his subtle touches and covered her clitoris with his mouth, tugging, teasing, feeling the liquid between her legs flow onto his chin. He felt her harden considerably in his mouth, and slipped the fingers of his hand deep inside of her, echoing the pulsing of his penis.

Michael felt Nikita push her weight towards his face, her moans filling his ears, urging him to please her. Feeling her thigh muscles tighten against his cheeks, he clamped his lips down hard on her clitoris, massaging with his lips and flicking at her with his tongue while he continued making love to her with his hand. A small scream passed her lips, and was followed by several meows and whimpers. Michael released her and covered her with kisses from her stomach to her face. He raised himself on one elbow and admired the pink tinge of her skin, covering her throat and her cheeks. She lifted her hand and slid one of her fingers across his lips, back and forth, causing him to smile. She suddenly flushed with embarrassment and cast her eyes away from him. Michael leaned forward and kissed her cheek. �Thank you,� he said.

Nikita hugged him, a little embarrassed by what had just occurred, and wanted to feel him deep inside her. She whispered back into his ear, �I love you.� Michael turned his head and captured her with another searing kiss. She tasted herself in his mouth and found the sensation erotic. She wanted to gnaw on his lips, chew them beyond recognition, to devour him. �I want you,� she purred.

Michael released her lips and pulled Nikita up until she was sitting. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Michael had not disappointed her in their lovemaking thus far and she had no need to question. He repositioned her so she was sitting comfortably on the couch. He took one of the back cushions from the couch and placed it on the floor in front of her. He leaned forward, snatching her lips with his teeth, biting her hard enough to almost draw blood, and sunk to his knees.

Nikita slid forwards to maintain the kiss and as she did so, she gasped, as she felt him enter her. She wrapped her legs around him, cherishing the feeling of his penis, him, buried inside her. They held still for a moment, allowing the sensations and emotions to wash over each other. At last, Michael shifted back on his legs a little, sliding out of her, then straightening and re-entering her with force. He looked into her eyes for assurance, and she nodded.

Michael pulled her towards him, her back almost flat on the couch, as he slowly inched his way out of her, and then quickly moved back in, creating wave after wave of tension followed by great release. Michael closed his eyes and let his entire body be engulfed by hers. He buried himself again inside her, and pulled her towards him, finding a breast to sink his teeth in.

He felt her shiver as slowly slid out of her, and then cry out as he crashed into her, allowing his teeth to bite the underside of her breast. Michael suddenly changed tactics, and pulled out quickly, and then slowly, oh so agonizingly, slid back into her, millimeter by millimeter. Nikita pushed him from behind with her heels, hoping to quicken his pace, but he was stronger. She found herself practically flying off the couch to meet his penis at least half way. As she moved to meet him, his hands cupped her bottom, and his fingers, slick with the moisture of their commingling, ran between her cheeks, massaging the soft tissue.

Nikita thought that if she didn�t orgasm instantly death would certainly occur. She pushed Michael backward as hard as she could, knocking him on his back, and attempted to wrest control. She had him pinned between her legs, already having recaptured his penis. Michael�s fingers held her hips, grip viselike, as she rode him, overwhelmed by her urgency. Her need to join him completely, his need to be loved. She tightened her inner muscles, squeezing him as hard as she could, as she rocked and twisted on him. And then, heat spreading from between them, contractions of her stomach, screams from her mouth, aching all over her body, she collapsed on top of him. She felt his release as her heart pounded onto his chest, shaking both of them.

Michael caressed her hair, and pressed light kisses on the side of her face. He loved her and felt at peace.

Nikita finally lifted her head from his chest, and kissed Michael on the lips. She smiled and said, �Well, that was anything but just fine!� and erupted into giggles as she buried her head into his neck.

************

�Team leader,� the voice whispered in the man�s ear, �Ready when you are.�

�Roger that,� the man responded. He signaled his team, and they moved towards their objective.

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