TOO LATE FOR WHAT IFS – PART 4

Michael stood quietly by, hands clasped at his front, feet slightly apart, watching her work out her anger knowing this was something she needed. Walters’s death must have devastated her as he knew how much she adored the older man. In truth, he had a respect and fondness for Walter himself. He, along with Birkoff was two men he knew he could place a lot of trust in, something he rarely ever did with anyone.

The sound of her breathing was loud in the room, and she continued to pummel at the bag until she lost her balance and fell on her side. Rolling over onto her back, she covered her face with her arm, bending her knees as she fought for control of her ragged breathing.

What happened to him Michael? She managed to croak out in a hoarse voice.

Michael looked down at her on the floor, his face impassive as always. What do you mean? He asked.

Nikita pulled her arm down laying her hands across her stomach and looked up at him.

Exactly what I said. What happened to him? She repeated her question in a clipped tone. Michael looked away for moment before answering.

Housekeeping I imagine. He said finally bring his gaze back down to her.

Nikita grimaced and sat up. He deserves better.

We all do. He said after she had gotten to her feet, towelling off her dripping face.

Nikita leaned against the wall, looking down at her feet, not sure of what to do with her feelings.

I hate this place Michael. I would rather be like Walter then keep going sometimes. She said brokenly, pulling her hair out of its tight ponytail and throwing the band onto the floor angrily.

Michael came to her side after making sure they were unobserved and touched her shoulder lightly for a brief second making her look at him.

You can’t think like that Nikita. He said in a low voice, his eyes conveying his feeling for her plainly.

Nikita sniffed slightly wishing she had a Kleenex. Why is that?

Michaels hand came up to caress her cheek and then brush his mouth against its dampness. Because it can happen.

Nikita turned her face and their mouths locked together in a deep but all too brief kiss.

Michael pulled back, stepping away from her, adjusting his jacket, eyes scanning over the hard nipples showing plainly under her top.

Nikita gave him a look of longing, clearing her throat when the door across the room opened and a class entered. If anyone noticed the tension between them, they never let on. Before she could say anything, Michael had turned and was heading out the door leaving her to collect herself.