TT 27 -- The New Alternate Universe of La Femme Nikita

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Date Posted: 14:47:07 06/21/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: TT 27
In reply to: Esme 's message, "Turned Tables" on 22:54:00 05/03/02 Fri

Soft jazz music wafted through the air as Michael held Nikita close on the dance floor. Her head resting on his shoulder she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck, kissing the steady pulse there. She smiled as she felt his arms tighten across her waist.

�Nikita,� he admonished softly.

�What?�

�You�re making me crazy.�

�Now you know how I feel when you use that French charm on me, Michael.�

He rubbed her back softly and sighed. The music continuing they danced for ten minutes before they made a move to leave the restaurant. They were both dressed formerly against the chilly November night. Michael took off his jacket and wrapped it around Nikita�s bare shoulders. She smiled her thanks and nestled herself against his body as he wrapped and arm around her waist.

They got into the car and made their way to Michael�s apartment for a night cap. They talked about the past two weeks whole they drove and soft laughter filled the car. They arrived at Michael�s and moved to his apartment.

In the elevator Michael kept glancing at Nikita and smiled slightly when he was caught. �I�m sorry. You look really lovely tonight.�

�Thank you. You don�t look to bad yourself,� smiling he opened the elevator and held out his hand. They made their way to his door.

They were in the kitchen and joking around and making tea. They bumped in to each other when they both went for the sugar. He grabbed her to steady her and looked into her eyes, apologetically.

Nikita took a breath and seized the moment. Her lips claimed his in a hungry kiss that made him groan. She felt his arms wrap around her waist pulling her close to him as he began to kiss her back with equal passion.

The tea forgotten he backpedaled, with her in his arms, to the couch. He broke the kiss and lay her down on the couch. Settling on top of her he caressed her brow before he kissed her cheek, and then moved to her mouth. His hands wound in her hair and settled on her hips caressing her belly.

Her hand un-tucked his shirt and undid his tie. Impatient fingers sought his skin and frantically removed any barriers hindering the sought contact. Michael lay bare-chested on top of her, while her fingers caressed the defined muscles of his torso with awe.

His fingers un-zipped her dress and pushed the material down to her waist. He caressed her through her bra and kissed her neck. His hands caressing her silken skin, he moved back to her mouth and brushed his tongue against her lip before slipping into her mouth.

They pulled apart both breathing deeply. Her eyes searched his and she smiled at what she saw. Caressing his cheek she sighed. �Michael.�

At her whispering his name Michael lost all semblance of control and began to worship her torso with his mouth. He felt her hands wrap themselves in his hair as he kissed her navel. He pushed her dress down and began working his way down when the ringing of a bell interrupted his descent.

Resting his head against her stomach he groaned. Looking at her with a small smile he moved up and kissed her softly. Pulling away he caressed her cheek and lay on top of her his weight resting on one elbow. He opened his mouth to say something when the doorbell rang again. Taking a deep breath he stood up.

�I�ll be right back.�

Michael pulled on his discarded dress shirt and left the buttons un-done as he went to the door. Opening the door with a slightly annoyed expression he took in the two people at his door. Shock shone through his eyes and his posture changed. Glancing to the living room area of his loft he turned his gaze back to the door.

�Maman?�

On the other side of the door were Michael�s mother and sister smiling at him with suitcases at their feet.

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TT 28 -- Repost Fairy, 14:53:46 06/21/02 Fri