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Date Posted: 15:40:46 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Part 43 - short, sorry - little sex,language, twistedness
In reply to: Lila 's message, "The Beginning - Part 33 and Up" on 15:11:24 05/03/02 Fri

Part 43

“What happens when the Lieutenant comes home?” Gerard asked, taking Roberta’s toe into his mouth.

She moaned, arching her back, flaunting her generous breasts. He responded, crawling forward, his mouth nibbling her as he found her navel. “He comes home,” she murmured, “That’s what.”

“Bobby,” he said, “But I don’t want to give you back.”

She put her hand on his head, hating to distract him from her skin, and said, “I don’t belong to anyone. When will you men know that?” she asked. “And will you all still want me after I have this child?” she said.

Marcotte wasn’t sure he heard what she said. “Child?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” she laughed. “And she’s all of yours!” she announced.

“She?” he replied.

Roberta lifted her head slightly from the pillow, catching Gerards’s eyes. “Of course she’s a she,” she replied. “What else would she be?”


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

“You’ve got to be joking,” Madeline said, as she licked the small lines of blood she had drawn on Operations’ chest. Her hair tickled him as she moved along his ribs.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, handed tangled in her hair.

With the glass edge, Madeline cut a delicate pattern on Paul’s shoulder. “I should have marked you a long time ago,” she murmured, drops of his blood on her lips. A shiver ran down his body, Madeline’s attentions devastating all reason.

“You did,” he said, remembering the scar on his lower back.

“Why go to all the trouble?” she asked, teeth tugging at his earlobe.

Paul grabbed Madeline’s hands, pulling them behind her back. He flipped her over, his body mashing hers. “Because I can,” he said, teeth sinking in to her neck.

She groaned, and said, “I understand.”

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

Birkoff had nothing to do. He thought Bishop would come back for him, but he or she or whatever hadn’t. Time to be brave, he thought. Time to just… get up… walk out of the room… act like you belong here. He steeled himself, stood, and walked as quickly as he could. Like a child walking through the darkness pretending monsters aren’t there, trying to grab his feet.

He flung the door open, marched out and smack into a person. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m just, I don’t know.” He looked up and saw it was Gail.

“Is everything all right, Seymour?” she asked.

He was so happy to see a friendly face, all of his resolve dissipated, and tears formed in his eyes. “I don’t know where I am,” he admitted. “Would you help me?”

Gail smiled, feeling a connection to this hapless young man, and being glad of it. “I’d be happy to, Seymour,” she answered. She took his hand and led him to his quarters. She invited herself in.

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

“Jesus!” Walter yelled, falling backwards, his hand reaching for his temple. A small streak of blood oozed across the right side of his head. “Lucky she loves me,” he muttered.

The full weight of Michael’s body crushed Nikita’s. His hand reached and covered hers which held the gun, his strength willing her to release it. As she let go, he flicked the gun across the terrace, safely away from everyone. She kicked and squirmed and screamed, “Marco! Let me go!”

One of Michael’s hands held her two arms over her head, his other held her chin, “Ni-ki-ta,” he said, “It’s Michael.” She closed her head, head tossing from side to side. “Stop it!” he commanded, hating that he needed to raise his voice to her. She opened her eyes and stared up at him, hate challenging from her eyes. Not knowing what to do next, Michael pressed his lips to hers, nudging them open, hoping his tongue, his taste, his passion was unlike Marco’s. So unlike his that she would forget the pain, the violence, and just want to love him.

Michael felt her lips give way, her mouth welcoming him. He kissed her, but then broke the kiss, afraid this was conditioning, not feeling. She breathed irregularly, swallowing, eyelids blinking at him. “Oh my God,” she said, tears welling up instantly. “What have I done?” she said. She tried pushing Michael’s body from hers. “Please,” she begged, “Is he all right? Did I kill Walter?”

Walter stood over the two of them. “You missed, Sunflower,” he said, wiping his temple with a handkerchief, “But you owe me a bandana.” Nikita began sobbing, clutching Michael frantically. “Sugar,” Walter said, “It’s ok, I’m fine.” Michael relinquished Nikita’s body, and stood. The two men reached to her and pulled her to her feet. She flung her arms around Walter.

“I don’t understand,” she said, “I’m sorry, I love you.” She held Walter close, tears drifting down her face, dropping on to the terra cotta floor. “I’m so sorry,” she cried.

Walter tightened his embrace, hoping to transmit his complete devotion to her. He waited for the largest tremors to subside, and lifted her head. “Sugar, I forgive you,” he said, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes.

“You mean it?” she asked, reverting to her sixteen year old self.

“Hey kid, anything is ok by your old man,” he said.

Michael was standing behind Nikita, eyes boring into Walter’s. Michael cocked his head slightly, trying to discern if he was hearing the truth.

Nikita lifted her head higher, “You?” she asked, awe in her eyes, joy in her voice. “You’re my father?”

Walter clapped her in a bear hug, “As long as you want me!” he cried. Michael’s eyes had not left Walter’s. Walter held Nikita and in response to Michael’s stare lifted his shoulders in a small shrug. Michael believed this confession to be a ruse, but to protect this woman, this woman who showed him a path to life – he would remain mute, for now. He owed Walter his life, twice. Michael prayed he’d never have to answer for it.

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

“I knew you’d be jealous,” she whispered, as he climaxed into her. Roberta held Paul’s head to her chest, feeling the waves of his release course through her. A small sliver of moonlight crossed his back, and her fingers drew a line along its path.

He lifted his head from her chest and whispered indignantly, “I said no such thing.” He ran his hand along the side of her face, his thumb brushing along her cheek.

She chuckled. “You didn’t have to. You haven’t made love to me like that in months! I can tell when you’re angry.”

Wolfe hated that she knew him so well. “I’m not angry,” he said, rolling onto his back. “We’re not that kind of people, you and I,” he said.

She hated hearing those words. She loved him like no other man she had ever met. But she knew he was transient in her life. No matter what. He had great plans, this she knew, and they did not include her.

“So,” Paul said, realizing she wasn’t about to tell him who she’d been keeping company with, “Which one?”

Roberta rolled towards him and kissed him. “I’m pregnant,” she said.

He hugged her gently, not quite sure how he felt. “Mine?” he asked.

“Shh,” she said, kissing him again. “Just love me for now.”

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  • Part 44 - usual warning - language, sexual desires... -- Repost Fairy, 15:42:33 05/03/02 Fri
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