A WALK BETWEEN TWO HEARTS-9

Nikita felt a nudge from behind making her turn her head. The grinning face of Walter greeted her.

Hey sugar, how ya doing? I haven’t seen you around much. He commented casually wrapping his arm about her shoulders for a quick fatherly squeeze.

Nikita smiled warmly leaning into his embrace as they walked through the halls of Section.

Oh, I am just fine Walter. How about yourself?

She pushed her gloves into her jacket pocket as they rounded a corner and started up a flight of metal stairs.

Walter ran his hand along the railings as they climbed together, shrugging his shoulders. Oh, you know me,, same old same old.

He paused as they turned and started up the next flight.

Seen Michael since she showed back up? Let me tell you, that girl freaked me out when she showed up.

Nikita nodded.

Yeah, I saw him.

Her voice dropped a few octaves, which didn’t go unnoticed by the older mans keen senses. She was down and he could tell. Giving her a grin, he patted her arm as they came to the top of the stairwell.

You know, no matter what happens, Michael loves you.

Walter took her hands in his giving them a gentle squeeze making her look up from the floor to his old wrinkled eyes. Trying to smile, she gave up immediately when she saw his expression.

You don’t have to pretend to be okay with me sugar. He added watching her shoulders sag noticeably.

Thanks Walter. She gave his hands a squeeze back and turned to go on to the changing rooms. The mission was due to go thru today,, a mission that didn’t exist. She grimaced inwardly as she hip checked the door open, recalling Michael explaining how badly Madeline and Operations wanted them separated. Badly enough to send her out on a suicide mission. Wouldn’t be the first time though.

Michael looked up from unzipping his pants and saw her stroll by, nodding at the two operatives who were thankfully, directly in front of him, blocking her view of him. Looking up at the ceiling, he paused before pushing his pants down over his hips. He felt like hell, which wasn’t out of the ordinary but this time, it was his heart that felt torn up. A feeling he had thought he had managed to rid himself of. Making love to Simone was fulfilling but it hadn’t brought him the same joy it brought him when he was with Nikita. With Simone, it was more two old friends who were seeking solace in an impossible situation, drawing from old feelings of long ago. With Nikita, it was fresh, new, passionate and often wild. It left him satiated, relaxed and as close to happy as he would allow himself.

The thought of this mission and losing her was a nightmare. If she didn’t die, He and Simone would lose their boy again. Was it real, or was it a trick on Sections behalf in order to bring Simone back to him?

Pulling on his mission pants and top roughly, he felt an overwhelming need for Nikita. He wanted to feel her close to him, to hear her moan his name, to smell her sweet scent. Making up his mind, he laced his boots and pulled his long hair back from his eyes into a ponytail. He had to see her and see her now.

The two operatives changing gave her a smile as she strolled by, pulling her long white leather jacket off her slim tall form. Nikita nodded but kept on walking until she came to the end cubicles, tossing her coat onto the chair. Pulling her foot up, she rested it against the wall and slowly pulled the zipper of her high-heeled boot down. Kicking it off, she then repeated the process with the other foot.

Those are nice boots.

A soft feminine voice made Nikita pause and then stand up straight. Turning slowly, she came face to face with Simone. She was already in her gear, pinning her long hair up in a tight bun. The two women stared at the other wordlessly, taking stock of the other.

Without hesitating any further, Nikita pulled her sweater up over her head, and then fold it before placing it by her jacket.

Simone’s deep brown eyes watched her every move, admiring the other woman’s obvious grace and apparent ease. Little wonder Michael was in love with her. Nikita peeled off the tight white leather pants, revealing her firm lean pale body, ignoring Simone completely now.

You love him as much as I do,, don’t you? Did he tell you we made love last night?

Simone seated herself on the chair behind her and waited for Nikita to respond.

Pausing for a split second, Nikita was grateful her hair hid her face from Simone’s view for her cheeks flushed uncontrollably. As calmly as possible, she pulled on a pair of black socks and then pulled her lacy thong into place.

Did he come to see you?

Simone decided to continue her line of questioning while she had the nerve to do so.

Nikita swallowed and clutched her folded clothes against her stomach as she turned to face Simone fully.

Yes… he came. Yes he told me about Tristan. Yes he told me about your dinner and yes Simone… I love him. Anything else?

Simone regarded her with a soft expression understanding her hostility completely.

Just as she was going to answer her, Michael appeared, he too dressed in full mission gear. His hair was pulled back in his trademark battle style, his face carefully masked as he took in the sight of the two women he loved so much.

Simone got to her feet, pulling her jacket down over her hips after giving her hair a quick pat.

Michael, I didn’t hear you.

Simone pulled her chin up slightly and picked up her gloves from the floor beside the chair.

Michael watched her carefully, wondering what had been said only seconds before he had arrived, as both women were obviously uptight.

Placing her small hand on his arm for a brief moment, Simone smiled. Meet you in the access corridor.

Michael nodded; his arm tingled where she had just touched him, old feelings for Simone battling with his present feelings for Nikita.

Nikita had since turned and had pulled on her tight black spandex type pants and was now tucking in the matching tank top when she felt his hand on the small of her back and easily slide around her waist. With his fingers, he pushed underneath her pants and glided quickly down to rest on her lace-covered mound.

Nikita gasped, her hands gripped his arm tightly as she felt the hot moist heat of his tongue slide over her shoulder, followed by a slightly painful nip of his teeth.

Stick close to me on this mission Nikita. Do you understand me?

He breathed into her ear turning them so he blocked her from anyone’s view in the change rooms.

Nikita pulled at his arm weakly, wild pleasure rushing through her body at his bold touches. When she didn’t answer him right away, he slipped his finger down further, forcing her lips apart under the lace cover finding her small nub instantly. Rubbing it in small circles, he brought his other hand up and around to firmly twist one of her nipples.

Nikita couldn’t stop the groan from coming out and nodded breathlessly.

Yes, I heard you,,, let me go Michael.

She squirmed against him feeling his hardness against her rear, making her wish this was taking place in her apartment instead of here in Section where he was taking a terrible chance by doing this.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw they were alone and took the opportunity to push her forward with his body into a small change room, closing the door behind them. Placing his hand over her mouth, he proceeded to hold her firmly against the wall with his body weight and pushed his leg between hers, forcing them apart. With expert ease, he managed to push the lacy covering from her mound and found her small now slick nub, rubbing it in small fast circles.

Nikita moaned loudly against his hand the sound almost completely muffled as she struggled against him. A part of her was outraged at his bold actions, knowing how angry she was with him yet another part of her was begging him for more.

I love you Nikita, I love you. I love you. His voice whispered lowly in her ear, his tongue grazed the sensitive skin and then suckled on her lobe bringing tears of joy to her eyes. He felt her stiffen against him, a dead give away she was close, her hands clutching the material of his jacket at his hips as he rubbed her now soaking wet apex, feeling her muscles beginning to contract wildly under his skilled touch. He buried his face into her neck, loving the feel of her, scared he was going to lose her, hating himself and battling his feelings for his Simone all at the same time.

Nikita arched and then bucked wildly under his ministrations, making him fight to keep her in his grasp. Eventually, she began to relax, his fingers slowed down until they merely resting just inside her. Taking his hand from her mouth, he pulled her long hair aside and kissed her shoulder and neck languidly.

Be careful out there today. I can’t lose you.

Before Nikita could answer him, he had pulled away from her and had quickly left her alone, collapsed on the floor of the change room, alone with her thoughts of the past few minutes,,, alone with the memory of his voice telling her he loved her still. Nikita rested her head on her bent knees and concentrated on regaining her composure.

Damn you Michael. She whispered lowly knowing today was going to be a bad day.

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