CAPTIVE FREEDOM - CONCLUSION

I don’t want to discuss this Michael. Not now, not ever. Nikita drew her chin up, dumping the last bit of her milk into the sink.

Michael was clearing the table, clearing the plates and silverware from their breakfast of fruit and bread when yet another loud rumble of thunder rocked the house.

Nikita flinched, her nerves already frayed from their conversation so far.

Setting the plates in the sink, Michael rested his hand on the small of her back, the other scooting around her trim waist, chin resting on her shoulder. Kita, you have to think of the baby. You can’t run from them with a child. We have to go back. He tried to reason with her pulling her back to him when she tried to pull free of him.

I am thinking of this baby Michael. I am thinking I refuse to have it taken from me and then God knows what that might happen to it if I do. She pushed at his hands once again, twisting free of his grip, trying to put some distance between them.

Michael relented, allowing her out of his grip, his green eyes regarding her carefully.

Nikita shot him a look, obviously at odds with herself, her mind shifting between her opinions and his.

He gave her his classic blank stare when she looked over back at him, her face slightly flushed as she pulled her sweater closer around her.

The stove needs more wood. She mumbled turning and walking into the living room.

Michael pushed off the kitchen counter and took the log she started to pick up from her. Let me. He said quietly, giving her the faintest of smiles.

Nikita relented, standing back upright and went to the window. Pulling the curtains back, the scene outside was a nightmare. The grass had disappeared under water and had now become a small lake in front yard; both their cars were covered in muddy water and a few branches from the lone tree on her property, and the skies were still an angry rolling black and grey hue, moving swiftly overhead. Nikita stared out at the mess with wide eyes. She had never seen such a vicious storm.

Behind her, Michael was still stoking the fire, his back to her, his muscles rippling under the tight shirt he wore. He was dressed in black as usual; his pants form fitting much like his mission pants, the look drove her near crazy, and she wondered if he did it on purpose or not. Bringing her eyes away from him she turned to the lamp on the ledge, giving it a small shake, checking on the fuel level. It appeared to be half full. Picking up the matches beside it, she lit the lamp, giving the darkened room a bit more light. Blowing it out, she set the dying match on the lip of the lamp as she adjusted the flame.

What if we can keep it? His voice startled her and she turned her head to the side pondering what she thought was the impossible.

There are no kids in Section. She said flatly bringing her gaze back to the scene outside.

Michael sat down on the couch, brushing off his hands on his pants knowing he had to win her confidence somehow. Come back with me now Nikita and if they say we can’t keep it, I will get us out.

Nikita bowed her head for a moment, her eyes closing.

For good. He added in his usual hushed tone.

Nikita rubbed her flat tummy as if trying to feel the small life inside her as her mind now wrestled with Michael’s logic.

That’s a huge risk.. She said finally, moving from the window to stand near the stove.

Michael nodded in agreement. Yes, it is.

Nikita looked up at him wishing he would have said something more to calm her nerves but accepted him for the way he was,, a man of few words and a great deal of logic.

I have to think about this Michael. She said holding her palms open towards the stove, capturing the heat on her cold hands.

Michael leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looked up at her. You have 5 days, and then we go back. He said admiring the lines of her body under the snug track pants she wore.

Nikita blinked a few times, pushing back her loose hair from her face and glanced over at him with nervous eyes.

We will need more wood soon. She said changing the subject leaning down to pick up a log that had rolled from the small pile on the floor beside her feet.

Nikita. His voice stopped her and she looked over at him, her eyes going to his outstretched hand and back up to his face.

Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to him. Guiding her, he sat her astride his lap facing him, his hands going up under her sweater until they found her warm skin.

Blushing, she rested her hands on his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his silky hair on them.

Your hair has gotten quite long. She mentioned feeling his hands trail up and down her back as he stared up at her with those fathomless green eyes of his.

His hands went down to her hips and pulled her closer to him until she could feel his hardness against her inner thighs.

Yes, I prefer it long, much like yours. He said placing a kiss between her breasts, breathing in her scent as he did so.

Nikita let her hands go up into the auburn curls running thru it slowly, watching it fall back onto the tops of his shoulders. Nikita gasped when his hands both found their way into the waistband of her pants suddenly pulling them down hard, exposing her bare bottom to the heat of the stove behind them.

Michael…. She wriggled in his grasp as his hand played with the soft smooth skin of her rear sending ripples of desire through her. Pulling his head back by his hair, she leaned down, her mouth found his eager for her and they kissed passionately.

Michael, keeping a careful grip on her around her waist, managed to get her out of her pants one leg at a time until she sat naked from the waist down on his lap.

Didn’t you get enough last night? She teased him taking his lower lip into her mouth and sucking on it.

Michael shook his head as he pulled her over his rock hard member still encased in his pants. Never. He breathed, his hands cupping her bottom and lifting her up with him as he stood up, turning them and setting her down onto the couch. Kneeling between her legs, he lifted each one by the knee and draped each one over his shoulders, both hands cupping her bottom firmly.

Nikita propped up on her elbows looked down at him watching his soft wet tongue slide over her inner thigh and groaned loudly unable to pull her eyes from the erotic sight before her.

Looking up at her, Michael held her eyes with his own as he then painstakingly slowly let his tongue delve into her pink folds, watching her face contort with pleasure.

Ohh,, Michael…. She gasped as she felt him glide slowly over the small hard nub in small circles; her hands gripped his hair now, holding his head to her. Yes, more, just like that…. Ohooohhhhhh She licked her lips, her hips moving under him as she gripped him with her heels.

Michael lifted her slightly by her hips and held her still while he proceeded to lave her mercilessly; enjoying the fact he was able to bring her such pleasure. He watched her toss her head back and forth, licking her lips and then biting her own fingers as she gasped and moaned with growing intensity under his ministrations. Just as he felt her begin her ascent, he slowed down, his one hand going down to his pants, freeing himself quickly and then pulling her down so her hips were on the edge of the couch. Holding her legs up, resting them up over his shoulders, he slipped into her tight sheath, slowly filling her with himself.

Nikita clutched his hips, trying the pull him deeper into her indicating she wanted a kiss.

Michael leaned forward, capturing her gasping mouth with his own and began pumping into her hard, muffling the wild moans and screams that came from her. The intensity of his thrusts pushed them both back into the couch yet neither of them minded, both concentrating on the pleasure they gave each other.

Nikita felt her insides clamping down on him, relishing the stretching, full feeling her gave her, almost sobbing with ecstasy as he kept hitting her g spot. Wrenching her mouth from his, she threw her head back and screamed as he made her come during the next dozen or so thrusts of his body.

Michael gripped her tightly under him, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he poured himself into her willing body, waves of emotions threatening to wash away what was left of his control. Eventually, his thrusts slowed until he merely lay on her, gasping for air as she hugged him to her tightly, her legs dropping from over his shoulders to wrap around his waist instead.

Reaching above them, Nikita pulled the throw blanket over their sweating bodies knowing the slightly chilled room would soon leave them shaking with cold.

Michael lifted his head; his hand brushed the hair from her face and kissed her lovingly, his face plainly showing the love her felt for her.

Nikita smiled, her hands too, went into his dampish hair and brushed it from his eyes as well.

Did I hurt you? He asked between his now slowing breaths.

Nikita shook her head, giving him another kiss. No. Not at all. It was wonderful as always Michael. She reassured him pressing a kiss into his palm.

Michael let his head drop down again onto her chest and listened to her heartbeat, the most beautiful sound in the world he thought closing his eyes for a moment, grateful to have been able to at least get her to think about coming back with him.

The morning they were due to leave arrived and Michael opened his eyes to find her gone from their bed. Sitting bolt upright, he swallowed the thought of her leaving him, changing her mind about going back. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he reached for his pants, slipping them on, pulling up the zipper even as he stumbled out the bedroom door. Rubbing his neck, he peered into the kitchen, his nose picking up the smell of coffee brewing, a plate with melon rind and half a piece of bread sat on the table, yet no sign of Nikita. Pushing his messy hair from his eyes, he headed for the living room only to find it too,, empty. From the corner of his eye, he saw movement by his car parked out front and he peered out from behind the heavy lace curtains.

Nikita was rearranging the bags in the trunk, her face strangely emotionless. As if suddenly sensing him, she looked up at the window and gave him a wave, even though she couldn’t see him.

Michael went to the door, opening it for her as she hopped up the small step. Shutting the door behind her quickly, she frowned at him, taking her heavy coat off and setting it on a small chair.

Michael, you’ll catch a cold in this damp air if you’re not careful… She admonished him, dragging him into the warmth of the living room behind her.

Michael pulled on her hand suddenly, causing her to turn and fall into him. What are you doing? He asked his eyes searching her face as he held her to him closely, enjoying the feel of her in his arms.

Nikita cocked her head to the side and looked perplexed.

What do you think I m doing? She answered him sliding her cold hands up his arms making him give an involuntary shiver.

His only response was to stare down into her face, his face taking on an oddly sad expression.

Nikita noticed his sombre mood and quickly gave him a series of kisses on his chin, cheek and mouth.

I don’t want to go back either Michael. But in the end, I know you’re right. We can’t run from them with a baby,,,, not unprepared anyways. Maybe we won’t have to in the end.

She pulled out of his arms and made her way down the hall trying hard to not show the fear she was feeling. It was bad enough she had thrown up what little breakfast she had gotten down let alone allow him to see her uncertainty in going back with him.

Michael turned to follow her after a moment, his mind processing her mood, the tone of her voice, knowing she was not at all sure of what she was doing. The thought left him feeling all the more dark.

Nikita looked up from across the bed, pulling out a small bag from the closet and setting it down on the messy sheets.

How did you sleep? She asked opening the top drawer of her dresser, pulling out the few bras and undies she owned and stuffing them carelessly into the bag.

Michael reached out accepting the black turtle neck sweater she held out.

You don’t have to do this Kita. He said pulling his hair out of the collar as he came around to her side, his hand stopping hers.

Nikita kept her eyes cast downwards, swallowing convulsively. Do what?

Pretend.

Pretend what?

She felt his eyes piercing into her skull hating him for knowing what was in her head so well. He left the question unanswered, both knowing full well what he meant. Turning her head, she looked at him and smiled weakly.

Okay, I admit it. I am not at all sure of this plan, but what choice do we really have? Right? So let me finish packing and we can get into the village and drop of the house keys to Jerry.

She eased her hand from his and stepped around him to gather the rest of her things, their shoulders brushed against the other making Michael lose his balance slightly. It was going to be a long day.

Both Madeline and Operations looked up as they watched Nikita and Michael step down the three metal stairs into her office, both silent, heads held high, determined not to show their real thoughts at being back or as to what may lie ahead.

The door slid shut behind them and they stood side by side, Nikita with her hands behind her back, his folded casually as always at his front.

Operations leaned on the back of Madeline’s high back leather chair, his one hand slipping off his glasses, grey eyes studying them intently.

Welcome back. He offered the greeting with a silky smooth voice, enjoying Nikita’s attempt to hide her hostility towards him.

Thank you. Michael answered back equally as smoothly. Both men held the others gaze, neither willing to back down until Madeline cleared her throat, drawing their attention away from the other.

Nikita, you look well. She all but purred picking up her teacup and sipping it delicately.

Nikita pulled her eyes off the spot on the wall she had been concentrating on and blinked once at the older woman.

So, I have to admit Michael,,, I didn’t think you’d be able to bring her back. Just what was it that you said to get her to change her mind?

Michel ignored his question and instead, began to speak. We came back for one reason only. He paused, his gaze now fixed on Madeline. We all know what that reason is. What are you going to do about it?

Madeline set her cup down, putting on a dazzling smile. Leaning on the glass top table, she glanced back and forth between them.

Ahhh, you mean the baby. She said brightly. Nikita bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stay her ground, willing to allow Michael to handle this as he promised.

Michael merely stared back at her, once again dismissing her obvious attempt at levity.

Operations smirked, coughing lightly into his hand.

Well,,,,, about that Michael….. it seems there is no baby. The words hung in the air; everyone fell silent for a moment.

Nikita felt her mouth start to drop, but clamped it shut once again, breaking her stance and taking a step towards the smiling woman, both fists clenched.

Michael’s arm shot out and stopped Nikita in her tracks, pushing her back none too gently. Madeline nodded; her fingers typed in a code on her computer and then swung the monitor around for the two of them to see.

The implant was never taken out that tracks your whereabouts Nikita,,, but what we did have done was to implant a small device that simulated the pregnancy. So, you have nothing to worry bout.

Michael leaned forward, his eyes scanning the text on the screen, the sick realization that they had had freedom and had now given it up for naught. Straightening up, he stepped back to stand once more beside a strangely quiet Nikita.

Well, I guess we really ought to lay the best part on them, don’t you think?

Operations grinned down at his second in command and back to the two stunned operatives he had hated from day one. By all means.

She smiled back up at him and turned her head back to look at the two of them.

Operations slipped his hands into his pockets, his glasses back on his nose now as he stepped out from behind Madelines chair to walk about them.

Center has needed a new team to head up Section 3 since the unfortunate accident 4 months ago. They thought you two would make an excellent choice and so, hence the big test…… Just how loyal are you to the Sections? Seems as though we have our answer.

Nikita swallowed, her hand came to rest over her stomach, unable to fathom there was no child, that it had all been a lie.

Michael held his stance with the older man who had been his boss for the past 13 years, wanting to kill him with his bare hands.

Well…. Madelines voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked down at her. Congratulations are in order. I think in the future we will be able to work together as well as we have in the past, don’t you Michael? She asked picking up her cup and sipping the hot liquid once again.

Nikita looked over at Michael, her anger plain in her eyes as she grasped the evil and cruel test that had been implemented on them both.

Michael looked back at both Ops and Madeline, inclining his head slightly. Of course. He said simply, knowing full well there was nothing that could be done right now. All he wanted to do was to get both himself and Nikita out of that office, away from the two of them.

As if reading this mind, Madeline smiled as she set her cup down. I think it might be prudent to give them a day or so to grasp the information Paul. What do you think?

Operations nodded. Good plan indeed. He paused for a moment and glanced between the couple before him. You’re dismissed.

Nikita spun on her heel, all but knocking Michael off balance when she brushed past him, hitting his shoulder in her haste to leave. Taking the steps out in one leap, she all but ran down the hall.

Catching up to her, Michael gripped her arm, forcibly steering her into his office and shutting the door firmly behind them.

Nikita kicked the chair with her foot, sending it smashing into the far wall while

Michael hurriedly engaged the privacy panel.

As soon as it was clear, Nikita burst into angry shaky sobs, pushing him away when he tried to console her.

Michael let his hands drop; allowing her a moment to vent her frustrations, knowing just how she felt for he too felt betrayed and toyed with. A feeling he had never grown accustomed despite their powers over him.

Nikita, buried her face in her arms, her fists banged hard on the wall as she cried.

Michael couldn’t stand to see her in so much pain and came once more to her, gathering her up in his arms, turning her gently so she faced him. Nikita shook her head sadly, looking down between them, mourning a baby that never was, the freedom that never was.

They are so cruel Michael. She hiccupped letting the hot tears fall freely over her face, watching them fall onto the fabric of his jacket.

He smoothed her hair back, wishing he could change the circumstances of their lives.

I was hoping for a boy… She began to cry in earnest once again, and buried her face in his chest, hands clutching the lapels tightly as he stroked her back, rocking her as they stood together in the semi darkness of his office.

He would have looked just like you Michael, green eyes, beautiful auburn hair like yours…. She whispered quietly after the sobs had subsided to soft moans between shaky breaths.

He will come to us Kita…. One day when we are free of this damned place,,,, I promise you,, he will come.

THE END

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