Part 58 � NC 17 -- The New Alternate Universe of La Femme Nikita

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Date Posted: 17:12:20 06/21/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Part 58 � NC 17
In reply to: Lila 's message, "The Beginning 52 and up" on 16:53:51 06/21/02 Fri

Part 58 � NC 17

�Walter!� Birkoff yelled as he entered Walter�s quarters. Walter had been moved to a room not dissimilar to the one Birkoff occupied, except a large portion of it resembled a workshop. Raw materials for a multitude of technologies covered the floor and the workbench. Under cheerier circumstances it could have been Santa�s Workshop for the grown up boy who has everything.

Walter looked up from the worktable, �Kid!� he replied, hands releasing the screwdriver and metal plate in his hands. Walter walked over to Birkoff and avuncularly swatted him on the head. Walter�s smile quickly turned into a frown, and he said, �So you�ve been here since I lost you in London?�

Birkoff shrugged, and ambled over to a stool at Walter�s workbench. Walter nodded, indicating his approval of Birkoff�s choice of chair. �You didn�t lose me,� Birkoff said, �I was kidnapped. It�s ok,� he added, �It�s not your fault.�

�Aahh,� Walter said, clearly feeling responsible. �Michael asked me to look after you, and I blew it. I�m sorry.� Walter picked up a magnifying glass and was examining a circuit board. Birkoff eyed him carefully, watching him scrutinize the circuit board as if it were a fine diamond. He lowered the magnifying glass and said, �So tell me� how bad is it?�

Birkoff peered through his smoky glasses. He was pretty sure nothing was said in Section that wasn�t heard by someone, but he was also sure that what they heard never surprised them. �It depends,� he replied.

�On?� Walter encouraged.

�What they want from you,� he answered. �I think it�s not so bad for people like me, but I don�t know about the rest.� Birkoff finally glanced around Walter�s quarters and noticed it was rife with technologies raw materials. �Pretty nice setup you got,� he added.

Walter waved his hands in the air. �This,� he said, �Is bullshit. The MAN thinks this will keep me happy. Sure, I dig this stuff, but I won�t make anything work until I know Nikita is ok.�

Birkoff abruptly turned, sensing an additional presence in the room. Eyes focused on the floor, he said, �Hello Madeline, this is Walter.�

�I�ve heard so much about you,� she said, ever-present grace invading Walter�s senses.

Walter smiled broadly, �Well, hello, brown eyes,� he said, extending his hand, eyes traveling down and up her voluptuous body.

Madeline smiled, shook his hand, and said, �I see you�ve adapted to your quarters. If there�s anything I can do to make your stay with us more comfortable, please let me know.�

Walter glanced at bed and then back to Madeline. �Care to get horizontal?� he asked.

Birkoff watched the exchange in horror. This was surely the road to cancellation.

�Mr. Birkoff will tell you how to contact me, and I hope he�ll give you a tour.� Madeline turned and as she stepped through the doorway, she added, �And thank you for the invitation.�

The door safely closed Birkoff let out a shout. �Oh my god!! Don�t you know who that was?�

Walter had taken a seat on one of the stools, and was fidgeting with some tools. He grinned at Birkoff, �Madeline.�

Birkoff stammered, �She�s� she�s� she�s, like the guy, I mean, the woman who runs the show.� Birkoff closed his eyes remembering the various video clips he�d seen of her interrogating and killing. �She�s a killer,� he exclaimed.

Walter whistled and said, �She killed me with those big brown ones.� Birkoff shook his head, this man was incorrigible. �So,� Walter said, �See any action around this place,� and then raising his eyebrows said, �If you know what I mean.�

Walter watched Birkoff change three shades of red, the photosensitivity of his glasses lenses almost changing to match the brightness of his skin.

�Give,� Walter said.

Birkoff was never one to gossip, well hell, he never had anything to gossip about. But now, in Section, he not only had gossip about everyone, but also had a few meaty tidbits about himself. Assuming his James Bond demeanor, Birkoff said, �I�ve got a few things I can tell you.�

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

�We�ll either intercept them here,� the man in full camouflage said, pointing to the map, �Or here,� moving his finger a few inches from where it had started. �ETA three hours in scenario one, five hours scenario two. Questions?�

�Why can�t we just slip gas into the house?� the recruit asked, �That way, no one gets hurt.�

Davenport shook his head. �We are to engage, Carter, that�s the plan. They are considered armed and dangerous. Any other questions?�

The man named Carter hated being the one to ask, but the mission profile seemed vague. �But if we�re shooting them with tranqs, I don�t��

�Just follow orders, Carter. Other questions?� Davenport asked. He surveyed the team in the van, and seeing no other hands, nodded and slapped his hand on the wall behind the driver. The engine started, and the team was in pursuit. Carter wasn�t the only one who thought the profile was off, but Davenport was too good of a leader to indicate he had any hesitations at all about this mission.

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

�I�m getting cold,� Nikita said, feeling the coolness of the tile floor seeping through the small rug she had pushed them on.

Michael rubbed his hands up and down her arms, trying to warm her. �We should get up,� he said, despairing at the thought of his body no longer touching hers.

Nikita�s hand was resting on Michael�s chest, and at hearing his words she was determined not to face whatever perils lay ahead, not just yet. She began drawing circles on Michael�s chest, lightly, delicately brushing his skin with her fingertips.

Michael closed his eyes, the tracings of Nikita�s fingers arousing him physically, but causing sadness emotionally. �Ni-ki-ta,� he said, �Please, no.� She immediately ceased, and sighed. He couldn�t see her face, but he knew she was frowning. He unwrapped his arms from her, trying to block her complaints from his ears, and sat up. Michael moved his body over to the couch, his back leaning up against it. Nikita still lay on the floor before him, her eyes begging him to come back, but her voice remaining silent.

Michael reached his arm over his head and grabbed a small blanket from the couch. He tossed it onto Nikita, it covering her perfectly, except for the hurt on her face. How to explain that he desired nothing more than to lose himself in her body, her beauty, her spirit? Her blue eyes blazed at him, waiting for an explanation. Michael felt his arousal responding to her gaze, god, this woman! Michael closed his eyes, willing himself to find control. His lids snapped open as he felt her teeth nibbling his ankle, and her hand traveling dangerously up his leg.

�Ni-ki-ta,� he said, �We don�t have much time, they�re getting closer�� He stopped in mid-sentence as her mouth quickly followed her hand. Michael closed his eyes, wishing his weakness away, but she wasn�t going anywhere. His arms reached for her and he pulled her up the length of his body until his mouth met hers. He kissed her with an angry passion. She infuriated him, foolish, didn�t listen, wouldn�t listen, he�d lose his mind if he didn�t have her now. His unshaven face scratched her face mercilessly as he ravaged her lips. His one arm behind her, hand pressing her back into him, pushing the air from her lungs; the other entangled in her hair, pulling, digging at her scalp with his fingernails.

Nikita ignored the slight throb of pain from her wound and responded to his angry arousal with an anger of her own. How dare this man overwhelm her this way, make her lose her mind when she swore it would never happen, and now it had, only before seemed like nothing. She had promised herself to never feel this kind of passion, and now she knew she�d die without it. Nikita sank her teeth into Michael�s lip, biting hard, wanting to taste his blood, ensuring he would never forget her, never want to be without her.

The weeks of fear and running and torture and pain tumbled out of Michael�s lips as he kissed her bites with greater pressure. He tasted his blood on her lips and he pulled her body even closer to him, his erection pressing against her stomach. Michael moved his hand from her back and managed to slide it between them, finding her nipple and squeezing it hard. She moaned in his mouth and in case he was going to stop she enclosed her hand around his fingers encouraging him. Michael wanted, not to hurt her, but to leave his mark on her forever. He released her lips, and sunk his teeth into her shoulder, tugging on the skin, breathing in her skin, trying to swallow her whole.

Every cell of Nikita�s body felt alive with love and anger, an anger at wanting him so desperately and knowing she would die if she couldn�t have him. She had to know he felt the same way, she knew he did, her shoulder burned from his teeth, she wanted to push him away and run, pull him closer and never leave. Nikita pushed Michael�s lips from her shoulder and directed them back to her mouth. She kissed him eagerly, and then, abruptly, she pushed him away. He moved his head towards her and she pushed him away a second time. His eyes narrowed. Nikita broke their embrace and with all of her strength she stood.

�Ni-ki-ta,� Michael growled, his body furious not to feel her against him.

Her blue eyes, almost liquid with rage and desire, stared into his sensual, volatile, green ones, challenging him. She took a step back, and said, �If you want me, come get me.� Her eyes remained locked with his.

Michael unfolded himself from the floor, rising to full height, eyes nearly level with hers, and took a step closer. She took another step away. �Why are you running from me?� he whispered, as she retreated another step.

�I�m not running, I need to know that you won�t run�� she said, eyes still meeting his. Neither one allowing the others eyes to deviate.

Michael moved towards her, his hands by his sides, open, as if asking for her to return. She shook her head, and stepped back� they were now almost out of the living room, at its edge. Nikita stood several inches from the wall, and glanced both ways to see where she could go next. Her body suddenly slammed against the wall, her breath exiting her body quickly, Michael pinning her, his mouth covering hers, his body pressed against her, trapping her. The skin on her back stung, her skin so sensitive she wanted to scream, feeling his animal passion assaulting her. She returned his kiss, excited, nearly breathless, her lungs burning, using all the air she had left to roughly abuse his beautiful lips. She broke the kiss, lungs desperate for air. �Wh� what are you doing?� she asked, breathlessly.

He pressed his lips against hers again, tongue searching her mouth for an explanation of her own behavior. His erection pressed against her, she slid her hands from his shoulders intending to caress him. Michael grabbed her hands and pinned them against the wall, holding her body with his own, kissing her throat, nipping at the soft skin above her collarbone. Nikita repeated, �What are you doing,� angry that he had not responded, but besieged by her desires for him, only him. Completely overwhelmed with need, and partially afraid, she tried to move her legs, free herself from him. This only succeeded in his pressing his strong thighs against her, holding her closer to him, if possible, and antagonizing her already swollen, flooded clitoris.

�Don�t test me,� he finally responded, his hands holding her wrists so tightly, she feared her fingers might go numb. His eyes raged at her, reflecting everything in his soul � his love for her, his anger at his life, at what happened to everyone. He kissed her again, slightly less angrily, but with as much fervor as the first kiss. Nikita felt herself sinking into his heart, but her own rage ceased to quiet. The rage at what had happened to her life. She felt his hands relax slightly against her wrists and she twisted her arms out of his control. She pushed him away, and escaped from the wall. Nikita stood several feet from him, standing, waiting to see what he would do. Wanting to just kiss him and apologize, wanting to slap him and scream at him for all the harm that had befell them. Not his fault, his fault. She didn�t want to take it out on him, but who?

Michael took this moment to unlock his eyes from hers and with them he swept over her body. Her body was perfect, perfect for him, and it wanted him, it gave away her true feelings. She was covered lightly in perspiration, her legs wet from sweat, his semen, her own excitement for him. She was standing with her legs, shoulder width apart, if Michael could hold her, he�d be inside her. His eyes finally returned to Nikita�s face. The tip of his tongue dabbed at the small spot of blood on his lip that she had drawn. �What kind of game are you playing?� he asked, taking a step closer towards her, a renewal of his own anger at being caught with his heart lost to another. He had promised all who had loved this would never happen again.

�I�m afraid,� she replied, taking two steps back away from him, but her eyes� reaching for him.

�Why?� Michael asked, transfixed by her actions, observing her torment.

Nikita pointed to her body, �Look at what you do to me!� she yelled. He saw desire and fear in her eyes, and he understood, at last.

He stepped towards her, and said, �I want you.�

She hesitated, before taking another step away from him, and said, �But I�m afraid.�

Michael stopped his advance, his eyes caressing her once more. �You�re afraid because you promised you would never lose control of your emotions after what happened� and you have.� Nikita bit her lower lip, and nodded. His eyes took in her damp blue ones, and with a tilt of his head he asked permission to approach her. She nodded. �Ni-ki-ta,� he said, as he reached her, enveloping her in his arms. �I promised I would never love again. I broke my promise. I�d break it again.� He gently kissed her, hesitantly, but as she responded, their bodies overruled their foolish promises. �I love you,� he said.

Nikita kissed him rapidly, several times in a row, sending his tongue into all kinds of paroxysms trying to keep up with her. �I feel so stupid,� she said, looking around, noticing they were standing naked in the hallway. She pressed her hand against his chest, and said, �My turn.� She pushed him against the wall, and kissed him madly, her hands traveling over his chest, down his stomach, capturing him at last.

Michael felt her hands surrounded his penis, caressing him, tracing lines along the vein, rubbing its tip, sending shivers through his body. He reached towards her face with both hands, and kissed her lips lightly. �Did I hurt you?� he asked, �The wall?� Nikita kissed him, squeezing his penis, and pressing him against her stomach. She whispered into his ear, �Anything but,� and bit his earlobe.

It was too much, Michael picked her up, her legs wrapped around him, and carried her to the bedroom. He placed his treasure on the bed, �Are you sure?� he asked, standing above her, aching to be joined with her.

�If you don�t,� she said, �I�ll kill you.�

She smiled, and grabbing the pillow beneath her head, she threw it at him. �It�ll take more than that to stop me,� he growled.

�Good,� she said.

Michael lay his body on top of hers, allowing her to feel his full weight, and kissed her. This time there was no doubt, no anger between them, only love and desire. She was lost in the ministrations of his mouth, when she felt him open her legs with his own. He continued kissing her, taunting her with his erection, not quite entering her. His favorite game. He added marks to her neck, and tenderly kissed her wound. �Is it ok?� he asked.

�Who cares?� she answered, her hands caressing his sexy behind, the motions of her fingers undeniable. �Please,� she whispered, hating to ask, but if she didn�t feel him soon, a bullet would be preferred. Michael replied by entering her, and kissing her deeply. �Make this last forever,� she whispered, �There may never be��

Before she could finish, Michael captured her mouth with his, kissing her, sending any shred of hope he could find hidden in his body. His lips, aching from use, slipped from hers for a moment and he said, �I won�t let that happen.�

Nikita wanted to believe him, but knew better. She smiled, kissed him, and was content to join him in a gentle rhythm, feeling him ease in and then out of her, and rejoining in her depths.

Slowly, patiently, they made love, knowing it may be the last time, wishing it would not be. Nikita had closed her eyes, losing herself in his body, matching each of his movements, loving him. Nikita felt Michael increase the intensity by sliding her towards him, his hands cupping her behind, pushing her into him. She opened her eyes to his staring into her own. With his eyes, and the movements of their bodies, she felt him light the match to the wick that would begin to burn inside the pit of her stomach, that would hold, then build, then linger, then hold, then finally, gratefully, the wick reached its intended target. Nikita reached forward with her entire body, catching Michael�s mouth in a final kiss as they rode the edges of their lovemaking to completion. Still kissing, breaths arriving in gulps, hearts beating, they surrendered to each other.

�I love you,� the said in unison, and then smiling, allowed a few minutes of quiet peace. Michael covering her with his body, holding back the dangers that lay ahead.

The sound of shattering glass then a loud thud reverberated through the room. Michael jumped from the bed, reaching for his weapon, but it was too late. The room filled with smoke, and the lovers immediately lost consciousness.

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