ADMISSIONS

By LORRAINE O.

Takes place after TREASON

The usual disclaimer applies as always,,, they own em, I borrowed em!

PART 1

She cringed inside at the thought of Roger watching his son run from him back to the only family he had known. After all he had done, they killed him anyways. Nikita swallowed convulsively, refusing to shed anymore-useless tears. How she hated this place. Looking around, everyone was dressed in Section garb, black, dreary, sullen, blank. The only colour was people’s hair and the screens of the massive computers and equipment. Lifeless.

It’s like a den of death. She muttered angrily as she rounded a corner, and promptly banged into the hard tall form of Michael. A searing pain shot thru her foot that he had stepped on and she groaned, trying to pull her hands out of her pockets as she lost her balance.

Reaching out, he grasped her arms firmly, preventing her from falling backwards.

Are you all right? He asked in that feathery light voice of his.

It was enough to make a dead man shiver at times she thought. Shaking free of his supporting hands, she took a step back.

Who is in this place? She sputtered feeling overwhelmed by the last few days. Looking around them quickly, she returned her gaze to his face. He was looking at her with that blank look he seemed to have perfected and it just made her feel all the angrier.

For god’s sake Michael,, would ya save that blank stare for someone who cares? She grumbled stepping around him, their shoulders knocking into the other making him take a step back to keep his own balance.

His eyes followed the sway of her hips as she stalked off, the heels of her shoes clacking in the hollow sounding hallway. Her long blonde hair was almost wild looking as it tumbled over her shoulders.

Like a wild innocent thing. He mused silently to himself admiring the view of her quickly moving away. His followed her until she disappeared, feeling his heart bang painfully in his chest. There were times when he cursed the day she came to Section, making him feel alive again. Smiling inwardly he returned to his destination. Now was not one of those times.

Nikita opened the door to her apt, stepping into the bright sunlight that streamed in thru the balcony window. The room was hot, closed in feeling, much like what she was feeling today.

Shrugging off her jacket, she strode across the room and pulled the balcony door wide open, smiling immediately when a stiff cool breeze blew in at her.

Turning, she flipped on the stereo, filling the apt with the techno banging she had grown so fond of recently. Bopping her head to the music, she set her keys on the long kitchen counter and opened the fridge door, peering in. Spotting the bottled water, she reached in and took it out, rubbing it over her face, relishing the shocking cold on her skin. Hip checking the door shut, she kicked off her high heeled shoes and made her way back to the living room. Sitting back gratefully onto the huge bright red chair, she closed her eyes, shutting out the days event and instead concentrated on the sound of the music.

Turning the bottle cap, it made a small popping sound as the seal was broken. Bringing the bottle to her lips, she drank greedily, drips of cold wetness dribbled down onto her chin. After a few chugs, she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Sometimes it was too much bother to take a break.

Maybe I am trying to drown myself. She laughed aloud at the thought of Operations face if she had. The thought of depriving him of the method of her demise was somehow in a perverse way, comforting.

Rubbing her chin, she winced slightly at the pain it caused. The hit she had taken from Michael in the nightclub was pretty hard and it had knocked her off her feet. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered her to be hit, but during their little act for Suba, she saw a spark in his eyes that showed his feeling plainly. It had been very brief, but she had seen it and knew he knew she had seen it.

Setting the bottle down on the floor by her feet, she recalled how he had helped her into the van, his hand grasping her elbow as she stepped up the step in that tight dress. The way he had sat silently in the van, his chest rising and falling more then usual, the way his green eyes would glance up every so often to look at her. She adored him, did from the very start and would till the day she died. He had a way about him that was unnerving, disarming, at the very least, unsettling.

Nikita closed her eyes again, her mind drifting back to the day when she awoke in Section. He sat there, like a black angel, his eyes taking in her every move with interest, almost showing her in the subtlest of ways he was on her side. He had been hard on her, training harder then most or it had seemed at the time.

She smiled as she recalled the day she had actually surprised him with a move in the gym, which had sent him flying over her shoulder only to land with a dull thud on the mats. It was one of the proudest moments of her life.

It was indeed a rare occurrence when anyone let alone a trainee got the better of Michael Samuelle. He almost had let the surprise show on his blank features but had quickly caught himself by getting to his feet, wiping back the waves of auburn from his damp face and saying in his hushed voice. Very good, but can you do it again?

Nikita shook her head recalling the ensuing fight. It was short but intense. A few jabs and kicks landed on his hard body, but in the end, it was she who was on the mats, held down in a death grip by him. It was also the first time she had seen him give her a faint but definite smile.

The ringing of her phone brought her back, and she got to her feet. Picking up the phone, she brought it to her ear.

Hello.

Nikita… its Michael.

Nikita recognized the smooth voice right away, relieved to hear him use her name rather then her codename. At least it wasn’t a call to come in again.

Yes?

Are you busy?

No, not really.

He didn’t answer right away and the sound of his breathing could be heard quite plainly.

Nikita cocked her head to the side, walking over to her balcony and stepping out into the sunlight.

Michael?

Yes?

Is there anything wrong?

No.

Again, silence fell between them. Nikita leaned on the railing looking down at the street below. Much to her surprise, she saw the black leather covered form of Michael sitting on his bike below. A smile spread over her face as she tried to suppress a small chuckle.

Michael?

Yes?

Are you going to sit on that bike on the street all day or are you coming up?

Michael’s head looked up and she waved at him. He didn’t answer right away but pulled his head back down, his gaze back on the street around him. He felt an unwelcoming flush spread over his face, not happy about being caught like some lovelorn teenager outside a girl’s house.

What is wrong with you?

Nothing is wrong with me. But I am beginning to wonder about you though.

Her voice startled him and he clenched his eyes shut, cursing silently once again, realizing what he thought he had said silently had actually been said aloud.

Would you like to go for a ride? He asked.

Nikita opened her eyes wide, momentarily shocked into silence. Michael asking her out. This was a switch from the norm. Standing back upright, she nodded as she turned to go back inside.

Yeah, sure. Umm,,,, can you give me a few minutes to get dressed?

Closing the balcony door again, she turned the stereo off and headed for her bedroom.

Of course. Came his reply and then the click as he hung up.

Emerging from the buildings main doors, Nikita gave him a small smile, accepting the helmet he offered her. As usual, he looked unbelievably fantastic.

Getting off his bike, he waited patiently for her to place the helmet on and then helped her to tighten the strap under her chin.

How’s that feel? His voice clear in her ear made her jump and then laugh.

You scared me. Didn’t know these were radio equipped. You should warn a person Michael.

Michael’s eyes crinkled behind the visor, the lower part of his face obscured by the helmet. It was obvious he was smiling and it made her feel a little more at ease. Turning, he gave her a pair of gloves and then swung his leg over the bike.

Nikita pulled them on quickly as he started the engine.

Get on. He said motioning to the seat behind him.

Nikita lifted her leg, swinging it easily over and sat down. Finding the foot rests, she was surprised when he reached behind him to pull both her hands up off his hips only to place them firmly around his waist. Nikita couldn’t stop the banging of her heart in her chest as she was pulled up against his hard body, him resting easily between her opened thighs. Where are we going?

Someplace quiet. He answered. The bike pulled easily into traffic and soon they were out on the freeway, heading out of the city. The air was crisp, cooling their skin but not so that it hurt. It was fall and the trees were turning wonderful shades of gold, crimson red and sunshine yellows. Despite the fact the helmets were radio connected, they didn’t speak. Instead, each listened to the others breathing, both content to feel the other pressed against them yet neither knowing it. She found herself leaning on him heavily after a time, relaxing with the steady vibration under her, eyes growing heavy.

Michael felt her weight, relishing the time he had with her wrapped around him. He only wished it was in his bed.

Merde. He thought to himself. This kind of thinking would get them in a ditch or wrapped around a tree trunk. Instead, he concentrated on the road ahead trying hard to forget the fact the woman of his dreams was now with him, away from the prying eyes of Section. As much as he tried to keep himself from thinking of her in any other way except as a recruit, he couldn’t. She was lovely. He often wondered if it was Operations and Madeline’s way of bringing him back after Simone’s death. Either way, he didn’t care. She was just what he needed,, just what he didn’t need. She left him feeling conflicted, fighting with his heart and mind.

Nikita opened her eyes when she felt the bikes engine change pitch to find them out in the countryside. Gone were the sounds of the city. Cars, horns, people, music, planes even. Gone was the dismal grey concrete of the streets, and sidewalks.

Michael pulled off the road into a dusty lane leading to an old 3-story house. Nikita caught sight of a small sign on the side that read. D’Esterre House.

What is this place? She asked sitting up straighter taking in the beauty of the old house. There was a small parking area where there were a few vehicles.

A place I sometimes come to unwind. He replied pulling into a stall and shutting the engine off. Pulling off his helmet, his hair fell about his shoulders in shiny reddish auburn waves.

Nikita swallowed when he shook his head briskly, making his hair tumble about. Setting the helmet down on the handles, he stood up, swinging his leg carefully off the bike, taking care not to hit her with his heavy boots. Taking his fingers, he slipped them thru his hair, pushing it back and behind his ears.

Nikita dismounted the bike as well and pulled her gloves off, setting them on the seat of the bike and then pulled the strap undone from under her chin.

Michael pulled the zipper of his leather jacket down from under his chin and then stuffed his gloves inside his helmet. Nikita pulled hers off, shaking out her hair as well, giving it to him to set on the bike by his.

It’s really nice here. She commented unable to stop herself from admiring the lines of his muscles rippling under the leather of his pants.

Michael turned to her in time to see her eyes staring hard at him.

She flushed and turned away feeling stupid giving a small cough in a vain attempt to cover her embarrassment.

Michael was gracious to let it pass by and touched her elbow, leading her to the huge porch.

Nikita fell in step beside him and together they took the few steps two at a time, eyes taking in the beauty of the flowered pots and country trinkets spread out in strategic spots. The doors were open and Michael held the door open for her.

Stepping inside, she was surprised to see the house was a small intimate café. There were a few couples sitting at the various tables, each caught up in their own conversations to bother noticing them.

Ahhh,, Michael, how good it is to see you again.

An older woman with long grey hair swept up in a regal bun, and rosy face approached with a huge smile. Holding out her hands, she let Michael take them each and kiss her knuckles.

Marie. He smiled a huge smile and Nikita could only stand aside with a gaping mouth. Gone was the Operative Michael Samuelle and in his place stood a personable, charming man. The sight completely threw her for a loop. This was a side of him she hadn’t ever seen, and it was kind of nice.

Michael, you haven’t been by in so long! I thought you loved my coffee and apple pie? She admonished him gently giving him another grand smile as he released her hands.

Work has kept me busy. Do you have my table available? He asked watching her pull out two menus from the big cash register just behind them.

For you, of course! This way. She beckoned them with her finger and glided between the tables and furniture easily approaching the grand stairwell.

Nikita followed the lady after Michael stood aside for her, allowing her in front of him. He was careful to not look directly at the sway of her hips on the way up as the effects could prove embarrassing for them both.

Marie stopped by a huge window where a small table was half hidden by a huge indoor orange tree. Marie set the menus down at each place setting after they had been seated.

Someone will be by to take your orders. Enjoy. She smiled again touching his arm and then left them alone.

Nikita pulled the zipper of her jacket down shrugging it off her shoulders.

Michael followed suit and did the same. His face once more returned back to the Section operative.

Nikita picked up her menu and scanned over the extensive list of food items trying hard not to show her disbelief at his behaviour and the fact he had brought her to such an intimate setting.

Michael looked down at the menu; his stomach flopped over in a bundle of nerves. What was he thinking by bringing her here? Closing the menu, he set it down and looked out the window down onto the extensive gardens.

Nikita had decided what she wanted so she set hers aside as well, crossing her legs under the table, and tucked her long blonde hair behind one ear.

It’s nice here. She said taking a sip of the ice water in front of her.

Michael looked across the table at her his green eyes unreadable as per usual.

What you did was dangerous. He said calmly, ignoring her comment.

Nikita raised an eyebrow at him as she set down her glass and then leaned forward, elbows resting on the lacy tablecloth.

Everything we do is dangerous Michael. She counter bantered knowing exactly what he was referring to.

Michael held his stare on her, unwavering, steady. If he heard the sarcasm in her voice, he didn’t acknowledge it.

Helping Roger was wrong. It could have gotten you cancelled.

And why does that concern you so much?

Michael watched her, she was challenging him and he knew it. Instead of giving in to her, he leaned back, his hands folding on his lap.

Section isn’t a game. He said quietly making sure no one around them heard him.

Nikita nodded, picking up her knife, twirling it with expertise.

Tell me about it. She muttered watching the sunlight reflect off the shiny steel of the knife she held.

Just then, the waitress came, pulling out her pad. Good afternoon. Are you ready to order? She asked pleasantly, looking between them, completely unaware of the tension.

Coffee, black, and a bowl of the house seafood chowder. Michael replied looking up at the young girl.

Flushing under his gaze, the waitress managed to write down his order.

Would you like bread with that sir? She asked looking back into his eyes and wanting to jump him right there.

Yes, thank you.

Nodding girlishly, she looked to Nikita. Mam?

Nikita smiled seeing the girl’s obvious reaction to him. Coffee, black and a chicken sandwich small potato salad.

Of course,,, thank you. She managed to squeak out as she took their menus with slightly shaking hands, then turn to leave.

Nikita shook her head. Do you have that effect on all women? She asked trying to keep the jealousy she felt out of her voice.

Michael brought his attention back to her. Yes, I suppose I do.

Nikita’s mouth dropped and then let out a snort, dropping the knife back on the table. If anyone else had said that, I would have called him arrogant.

Michael stared back at her, his composure completely in play even now despite the churning he felt in his belly.

Picking up her water again, she took in a small ice cube, crunching down on the coldness, as if trying to work out some emotional frustration their eyes never wavering from the others.

I didn’t bring you here to argue.

No? Why did you bring me here?

Again, neither spoke for a moment. Michael watched her jaw work on the next piece of ice and was surprised to find himself thinking how erotic she looked.

Chewing ice is a sign of sexual frustration. His voice seemed to fairly ooze across the table, wrapping itself around her chest and squeeze almost painfully.

Setting the glass down, she tried in vain to control the rapidly rising flush in her cheeks.

Really…. That explains the amount of ice water you seem to go thru in Section. She said folding her hands on her lap smiling at the passing couple on the way to their table a few feet from them.

Michael’s facial expression never wavered as he returned her gaze.

One point for you. He whispered as a small curl escaped from behind his ear and fall over his one eye.

Nikita blinked and picked up her knife once more, twirling it in her fingers. Deciding to let him take the lead, she fell silent, her blue eyes taking in his masculine beauty.

We have down time. He finally broke the silence between them with the simple statement.

Yes, we do.

Would you like to spend it with me?

You’re kidding.

I don’t kid.

Nikita grinned and then leaned forward. No, I don’t suppose you do.

She paused a moment and then said, Why?

Michael leaned forward too, his hand covering hers on the lacy tablecloth.

Why not? He had once again managed to wriggle his way out of a straight forward answer and it made her drop her head forward, shaking it in resignation. After a moment, she brought it back up to look into his eyes

Okay, … sure.. Why not indeed Michael.

Lunch passed by easily, their conversation minimal but easy. Paying the bill they got to their feet, and they made their way down the stairs. Bidding Marie goodbye, they stepped out into the afternoon sunshine.

Thanks for lunch. It was nice. She said as he passed her the helmet from the bike handle.

Pulling up the zipper of his leather jacket, he turned to look at her.

Yes, it was.

He pulled out his hair from the snug collar and then pulled his helmet down onto his head.

Nikita pushed her long blonde hair from her eyes and pulled hers on as well, fumbling with the unfamiliar strap.

Noticing her difficulty, Michael pulled the one glove he had just slipped on off, and turned to her, moving her hands away gently. With unblinking eyes, he quickly fastened the strap for her and then passed her gloves from the bike seat.

Thanks.

Nodding his head, he lifted his leg and sat on the large bike, starting it easily.

Nikita pulled her jacket down over her hips and climbed on behind him, settling in the seat comfortably, his body fitting snugly between her opened thighs once again.

They pulled out of the parking area and headed down the shady lane leading to the country road ahead.

Pausing at the roadside for traffic, Michael reached down to her hand on his hip and pulled it possessively around his waist,

Pulling out onto the road, he brought the bike up to a good speed, easily passing the slower traffic, leaving it far behind. They were headed away from the city still and Nikita wisely remained quiet, not questioning their destination. Patience was something he had taught her over the past 2 years during her training.

So instead, she took in the scenery around them, enjoying the colours of the leaves, the clear sky overhead, the fresh air as she breathed. Most of all, she enjoyed the feel of him against her, keeping her warm from the semi chilly air as they approached the ocean shores.

Suddenly feeling mischievous, she slipped her glove off, tucking it in-between them and brought her hand up and under his jacket.

Michael made a conscious effort to remain relaxed, trying not to stiffen his stomach muscles in surprised response to her sudden bold move. Keeping his eyes on the road ahead, he was totally aware of the feel of her fingers slipping under his shirt, her fingers finding his warm bared skin.

Nikita grinned broadly, knowing she was having an effect on him. If he wanted to play games, she could to. All that basic valentine training would go to a good cause. Pushing up against him, her breasts flattened against his broad back making his body jumped in response.

Are you all right? She asked innocently. The sound of her voice in his headset made him feel hot inside.

Forcing his voice to come across calm, he cleared his throat. Yes. Fine.

They drove in silence once again; the only sound was their breathing in each other’s ears. Eventually, they came to what appeared to be the end of the road and he turned off a smaller single lane dirt road.

Nikita glanced around, a small gasp of appreciation escaped when they came out of the shaded lane and into the open again. They were on a cliff overlooking the ocean and not a soul was in sight except a few boats bobbing out in the waters below.

Michael brought the bike to a stop, shutting the engine off his hands rested on his thighs.

Bringing her attention back to the man in front of her, she left her hand in place, waiting to see what he would do.

Taking in a deep slow breath, Michael took his gloves off and then removed his helmet, fully aware of the heat her hand was creating in him.

Nikita watched him shake out his hair once again, taking in the sight with quiet awe.

Do you plan on keeping your hand in my shirt all day or can we get off the bike?

Nikita shrugged her shoulders casually.

What do you prefer? Her voice was slightly muffled due to the full facial helmet but he had heard her challenging remark quite clearly.

Turning his head slightly, he took her hand in his, pulled it out from under his shirt and lowered it slowly towards his inner leg.

Nikita held her breath, wondering how far he would test her. She didn’t have to wait long as he continued to push it slowly up the smooth warm leather until her fingertips touched his crotch.

I’m comfortable. Was his casual smooth answer.

Pulling her hand out from under his, Nikita made a point of sliding her hand suggestively over the bulge before bringing it back and up to the strap under her chin. Taking the helmet off, she rested her chin on his shoulder, her hand pulling his long hair to the side revealing the skin of his neck

I bet you are She whispered and then blew softly just under and behind his ear. The skin rose, tiny prickles appearing, the only outward sign she had affected him deeply with this simple yet erotic action.

Michael blinked his deep green eyes, an inner war of raging emotions coming into play as he fought for control of himself. She was an apt student, learning a lot from Madeline and himself. She had taught Nikita to use her femininity to its full potential and despite his own rigorous training; she was having an effect on him.

Standing up, Michael pulled himself off the bike, his helmet dropping to the ground with a dull quiet thump.

Nikita looked down at it and then back up to him surprised when he took hers from her hand, letting it drop as well.

Without a word, Michael pulled her from the bike, holding her firmly against him by her slim waist, his face inches from hers.

Nikita had no choice but to encircle his neck with her one arm as he walked her a few feet from the bike, her feet just grazing the ground. It was hard to breath as he held her so tightly to him, making her mouth fall open slightly for more air.

Michael closed the mere inch or so between them, covering her mouth with his in a deep kiss.

Nikita brought her hands up from his shoulders and ran them up into his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, holding him firmly to her as they devoured the other with their open mouths.

His tongue was demanding entry to her mouth and she quickly and willingly gave in to him, savouring the warm velvety texture inside hers.

Nikita felt the hardness of a tree trunk press against her back and he finally let her down onto her feet once again. She was vaguely aware of his open eyes on her as they kissed, and she wasn’t uncomfortable by it, but rather found it strangely arousing.

Finally, he pulled back, taking a step from her and looked at her flushed face, the swollen lips, the heaving of her chest as she breathed rapidly. She was more then any man could hope for and he cursed out loud.

I shouldn’t have brought you here. He said calmly, his voice masking the turmoil he was under.

Nikita swallowed, licking her lips, amazed how a mere kiss made her feel so wanton. Reaching out and grabbing his hand, she roughly pulled him back, stepping out of his way as he slammed into the tree. Nikita held him firmly, pushing him heavily into the tree using her body weight and pulled the zipper of his jacket down slowly.

Don’t even think of stopping this Michael. She whispered biting his chin, her tongue grazing over the rough stubble of his beard.

The zipper was now open to just above the snap at the bottom of his jacket. Bringing her hands down from his shoulders, she yanked the snap open with a loud pop.

Michael stared down at her, lost in the blazing blue fires of her eyes as she pushed his jacket open, nails scratching lightly over the material of his shirt.

You wanted me last night…… at Suba’s. She whispered feeling his hands slide into her long hair as she kissed his neck now, forcing his face upwards.

Michael closed his eyes, knowing he was fighting a losing battle of wills with her. He was weak when it came to her. To refuse the warmth of her mouth, the soft curves of her body against his, her voice demanding him to give in was too much. Pulling her head back by her hair, he switched their positions once again, only this time, he lowered them to the ground so she was under him.

Yes, I did. He breathed still holding her by her hair.

I still do. He added.

Nikita slid her hands up the outsides of his thighs and then took a fistful of the leather of his coat at his hips, forcing him down hard onto her pelvis. She immediately felt his need for her and she smiled wickedly.

You always have. She teased flicking her tongue over his bottom lip.

Michael caught her, sucking it inside his mouth before she could pull back and kissed her soundly until she moaned for air.

Yes, and I always will. He breathed into her ear.

Michael looked down into her eyes, eyes that had held him emotionally hostage for the past 2 years. Eyes that belonged to a formidable foe, partner, consort even. She was all things he desired in a woman. She was strong, compassionate, emotional, an equal on virtually every level, and the whole situation screamed of trouble. He swallowed feeling her fingers slid up under the back of his shirt, her nails scratching his smooth back as they lay in a tangle on the cold ground. Her mouth was opened slightly, her sweet breath mingled with his and he found his resolve slipping ever faster.

Michael, you’re thinking too much. She teased kissing his throat and then letting her head fall back onto the leaves under them.

Michael shook his head, his hands moving over her slim neck, fingers kneading her skin gently.

Nikita groaned with exasperation and expertly flipped them over so he was under her. Sitting astride him, she pulled her jacket off, tossing it onto the ground beside them.

Michael looked up at her, his eyes regarding her with silent desire. Resting his hands on her thighs, he watched her slowly pull her tight t shirt up over her head to reveal her bared breasts.

Nikita bit on her lower lip, her blonde hair a wild mass around her shoulders, allowing her small pinkish-pebbled nipples to peek thru.

They stared at each other for a few seconds as she dropped the shirt beside his head. Slowly, she ran her hands down her flat stomach and stop on the first of 5 buttons holding her pants together.

Do you really want me? She asked, her hips moved over him suggestively, feeling the hardness of him under her.

They both knew they were playing a dangerous game of temptation that could prove deadly for them both if it ever got back to Section.

Slowly. Michael sat up, the motion pushing her back a few inches until she was more on his legs as he wrapped his one arm around her nude torso. Reaching back with the other, he pulled back her discarded top and gave it back to her.

Nikita gave him a look of confusion as he laid the shirt over her bared breasts.

You know that I do, but not here. He answered smoothing back her hair, picking out a couple of leaves from its tangles.

Not now. He added, his thumb razed over her lips.

Feeling suddenly humiliated, Nikita pushed herself up off his lap, stood up and turned her back to him as she yanked her shirt back on.

Jesus Michael, you really are a piece of work. She fumbled with the small button that had popped open and then tucked in her shirt into her pants.

Michael got easily to his feet, readjusting his clothing as well. He could see she was angry, her refusal to face him was evidence of her hurt feelings. He knew letting them go this far was a mistake, and he cursed himself for listening to his feelings.

Nikita bent over to retrieve her jacket and gave it a good shake.

Michael closed the distance between them; his arms snaked around her waist holding her firmly against him.

Kita….. His voice was like liquid velvet in her ear and she closed her eyes, trying desperately to remain aloof.

She could smell the leather of his coat, the distinct almost spicy smell of his skin and it drove her mad.

Not here… not now. Be patient.

You really are a control freak aren’t you? She stated in an incredulous tone, turning in his arms so they faced each other.

Only when I need to be. He answered in a quiet tone, his eyes taking in her beauty with silent appreciation.

Dinner tonight at your place? I’ll cook. He suggested releasing her long enough to pull up her jacket zipper.

Nikita cocked her head to the side, considering his offer knowing she was going to accept despite her frustration with him.

Steaks, baked potatoes?

Michael pulled her to him by her collar and kissed her soundly.

If that’s what you want, yes. He said after ending the kiss, their faces still only inches apart.

Nikita rested her hands on his hips and couldn’t help the small smile that crossed her features.

Sometimes I really don’t like you. She said letting him kiss her once again.

I know.

The drive back into the city was slow and leisurely. As was the drive out into the country, so was the ride back,,, very quiet.

Michael spent most of the ride back envisioning her atop him, her lips pouting above him, tempting him like the devil himself. A million times he changed his mind about dinner and a million times he just as quickly gave in once again. She was like a drug for him. Without her, he was miserable, conflicted. Yet with her, it was the same, only sweeter. He frowned slightly from behind his full facial helmet, hating the fact a woman had a hold of his heart in such a tight grip. It was a feeling that was akin to when his Simone was alive, and yet not the same. With Nikita it was all-powerful, maddening and many times, he had broken Section rules to protect her. To turn away from her like he had from so many other recruits over the years. With Simone, she was his equal, yet he had never taken the chances he had with Nikita. If he wasn’t so logical, Michael could almost believe she was his in another lifetime.

The city loomed ahead and was quickly on them. Gone were the quiet country, clean air and the glorious colours of the trees. In it place once again, was the grey, hard fast paced life of the city. Eventually, they pulled up in front of her building and he stopped the bike.

Nikita pulled her arms back from around his waist and got off the bike easily.

Michael pulled her close to him, so she was resting up against his leg. Taking off his gloves, he pulled his helmet off, waiting for her to do the same.

Shaking out her hair, Nikita handed him her gear, stuffing the leather gloves inside it. Are you coming up for dinner or was it my imagination you proposed the idea?

Michael set his helmet on his lap, his eyes looking up at her in that maddening blank way he had perfected.

Michael, I ’m not psychic. You need to open your mouth and speak. She gave a chuckle as if laughing at her own joke.

Michael patted her hip, and then gave her a slight nod. Yes, of course. I will be back later.

Nikita gave him a questioning look.

Unless you have steaks up there, I can’t cook. He added noticing the look she had given him. Pulling his arm back, he reached for his helmet once again.

Nikita stepped up onto the sidewalk, being careful not to bump into the passers-by and watched him pull away into traffic without so much as a goodbye.

Typical,,,,, don’t tell me when you’re coming back now eh Michael. She muttered tucking her hair behind her ears as she watched him until he was out of sight.

Michael paid for the groceries and left the store, two small bags under each arm as he strode out into the cool evening air. The streets were calming down some as night approached quickly, many people already in their homes, safe for another evening from the nightlife of the streets. Setting one bag on the hood of his car, he pointed the security lock and clicked, opening the doors easily. Opening the door wide, he set both the bags on the front seat and slammed the door once again, making his way around to the driver’s side. Settling into his seat easily, he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, onto the street, heading for her.

Nikita stood in front of the wide open doors of her closet, clad in panties and bra, nervously biting her thumb.

Too many choices, not enough time. She mumbled glancing at the clock on her bed stand just behind her. Plonking herself on the beds edge, she stared at the colourful clothes hanging in a neat row. The black lace top and matching pants caught her eye and she sighed.

Too sexy. She grumbled dismissing the outfit as quickly as she had considered it. Hanging beside it was a light pink blouse and white pants.

Nahhh,,, too sweet. She sighed again, twisting her braid n her finger. Her eyes suddenly lit up as she spotted the perfect outfit. It was an emerald green straight cut dress that came to just above her ankles, spaghetti straps and matching sling back sandals. Once she had slipped it on, she looked into the bathroom mirror, pulling her braids out quickly then twisting it into a loose French twist. A few tendrils of blonde curls fell down her neck and she smiled wickedly at her reflection. Reaching out to touch her image, she pretended to pinch her own cheek.

Mahhhveloous,,,, simply mahhhhvelous dahling. Giggling giddily, she turned and went back into her bedroom and then stepped down the stairs, lifting the hem of her dress as she did so, not wanting to trip.

Heading for the stereo, she turned it on to a jazz station, turning the music down to a level that she could hear it yet not have it interfere with any conversation they might have.

The sound of a knock at the door made her look up from the glowing green numbers on her stereo display. It was his distinct knock and she smiled again, heading for the door. Looking at the security screen, she saw his familiar form standing there with bags in hand.

He looked up at the camera and then away again, as if knowing she were studying him.

Nikita patted her hair and then unlocked it, stepping aside for him.

Hey. She said casually peering from around the door.

Michael looked at her and gave her a slight smile.

Hi. His voice sent shivers up and down her spine, which she was careful to hide.

Come in. She invited him in, taking in the fresh scent of his light cologne he was wearing. It seemed to reach out and caress her cheek much like he had done that very afternoon and the thought made her blush. Closing the door after him she relocked the door out of pure habit.

Michael entered the kitchen, placing the two bags on the counter and then shrugged off his jacket.

Nikita took it from him, her eyes taking in his obvious care in his attire. He was clad in his usual black but with a small difference. A heavy gothic silver and gold cross-hung from a chunky gold chain around his neck. His hair was loose and hung down in loose uncontrolled waves and curls giving him a much gentler look.

He pulled out a bottle of wine and set it down on the counter and then began unpacking the other bag.

You’re staring. His voice almost made her jump and she clutched his jacket in her hands hard.

Looking away, she coughed, taking it to the closet she then laughed.

Sorry,, you just look so different,, your hair…. Her voice trailed off as she finished hanging the jacket up and looked back at him once again.

Michael paused, holding the steaks in his hands.

I like it…. She quickly added thinking he might have taken her comment as a criticism.

Thank you. He paused for a moment and then set the steaks down near the stove.

I washed it and couldn’t do a thing with it.

Nikita burst into giggles, leaning on the counter for support as her eyes teared up from laughing. Michael Samuelle,,, you just made a joke!

Michael nodded, but kept on with is work without missing a beat.

I sometimes do that. He said in his usual hushed voice.

Nikita wiped her eyes and sat herself on the barstool.

Yeah? When? She asked folding up the now empty grocery bag as he slipped the sour cream into the fridge.

That’s classified.

Note,, Tannin is an ingredient produced by grapes in wine

Classified eh? I bet it is. Nikita gave another laugh, accepting the glass of wine he had expertly poured.

He raised his glass in a silent salute, waiting for her to raise hers. Nikita brought the glass to his and they clinked them gently.

To admissions He said in a hushed voice, his eyes unblinking, face strangely calm looking.

Nikita furrowed her eyes momentarily and nodded.

To admissions She repeated not entirely sure of what he meant.

They sipped the cool wine, enjoying the dry tannin on their tongues.

Nikita pursed her lips together and raised her eyebrows.

Wow,, that’s some dry. Italian? She asked swishing the dark red liquid in the round crystal glass.

Michael nodded. Yes.

Mmmmmm,, its very nice. Good choice. Did you bring another bottle of that by any chance?

Michael set his glass down and reached in the other bag yet to be emptied and pulled out a second bottle.

Nikita’s face broke out in an appreciative grin. You think of everything.

She took another deep sip of her drink and cocked her head to the side taking in the sight of him in her kitchen.

No I don’t He thought to himself. I didn’t think I would fall so hard for you.

He set the second bottle down on the small kitchen table hoping the shaking he felt in his hands wouldn’t show. Luckily they were rock steady as always and he said a silent prayer of thanks.

Nikita turned, heading for one of the huge red chairs in her living room and sat down, crossing her legs gracefully.

Michael soon joined her, seating himself opposite her in a matching chair, his eyes taking in every nuance of her.

She was tempting him always, even by sitting in that chair, her eyes seemed to beckon him, lips tempting him as her tongue peeked out, licking the dark rich wine from them.

He brought his leg up, resting his ankle on his thigh, effectively hiding her intoxicating effect she was having on him. He was glad he was addicted the lack of colour in his wardrobe. It helped to hide a multitude of sins. But not all.

Green is a good colour on you. He said after taking another sip of his drink. He couldn’t get over the fact he almost felt nervous which was ridiculous. He could kill in cold blood in broad daylight, seduce a mobster’s daughter, pull major scams and managed to stay calm. Now here he was having a drink with her, and he felt like that sixteen-year-old boy out on his first date. He cursed again silently; vaguely aware she had spoken to him.

Nikita smiled; savouring the rich flavour on her tongue knowing the effect she was having on him was obviously taxing his composure. Things were progressing quite nicely she mused slipping off her shoe waiting for him to try and make a witty cover up for his lapse in the conversation he had started.

Michael let his gaze fall to her slender ankles, the green material of her dress seemed to shimmer, sliding over the curves of her leg as she slipped her now bare foot out of the leather straps around her ankles. His tongue felt thick and fuzzy. She was hell on his nerves, but he relished every second he spent with her. His finger dipped into the wine and he then proceeded to rub the tip around the rim of the glass, making it hum lowly.

Nikita watched his finger slide around the lip of his glass and bit her lip, her stomach flipping almost painfully at the sight. She wasn’t surprised his hands could make even a glass sing. The thought made her blush, a blush he caught but didn’t make any comments on. Nikita looked up at him, her blue eyes seemed bigger in the half-light of the room, the air practically crackling between them.

Madeline would have been impressed with you today.

His off hand comment caught her by surprise and she looked at him questioningly, waiting for him to elaborate further. Michael saw her confusion and smiled, tucking a bit of his loose hair behind his one ear, but not before licking the wine from his fingertip.

The Oceanside. He added softly enjoying the music that filled the apt.

Nikita made a face and brought her feet up under her, sitting half on her curvy hip, arm resting on the one armrest.

Why is that? I failed… miserably. She grinned playing with the small green emerald dangling on the gold chain she wore about her neck. It had been an indulgence for herself during a mission to Brussels last year. It screamed her name from the store window and she bought it, giving in to the temptation of owning something so lovely.

No you didn’t. He said quietly watching the faint look of surprise cross her features.

Really? She asked watching him with equal intensity.

He nodded, letting his leg back down and leaned his elbows on each knee, glass dangling loosely in his hands. Nikita watched the cross around his neck sway back and forth, sparkling slightly.

Yes. Really.

Nikita let the stone drop onto the hollow of her neck and concentrated on her breathing. Taking another sip of his drink he got to his feet. Nikita watched him as he approached her, and then hold out his hand to her.

More wine? He asked knowing she had expected a different response from him.

Recovering quickly, Nikita nodded, swallowing back the nerves she fought against and handed him her half full glass. Their fingers touched, and they both lingered for a second longer then needed before he turned away for the kitchen.

Yes, thank you. She looked out at the city lights now appearing from the open balcony door. Nikita touched her fingers to her lips where they had touched, rubbing them over hers for a moment before getting to her feet to close the door.

The air was too chilly now the sun had gone down. The door clicked shut and she turned, leaning on the heavy lace curtains, her hands clutching the door handle behind her tightly, taking in the sight of him in her kitchen. He looked he belonged there. The thought made her heart ache for what seemed like what could never be. For a moment, her mind wandered, imagining the sound of children, their children eating dinner, laughing, the TV blaring cartoons and him smiling at her as he gently admonished the kids for speaking too loudly. The thought was a sweet one. One she would take to her grave.

They had been eating for a few moments when Michael lowered his knife and fork, reached for his glass and held it up to her, his eyes staring at her intently.

Nikita swallowed her mouthful of potato and quickly wiped her lips with her napkin. Picking up her glass she too raised it, waiting for him to speak.

A la Vie. He said in a hushed tone, his face seemed to soften in the candlelight of the room.

Nikita smiled, giving a slight nod.

A la vie. She repeated the simple phrase as they gently clinked their glasses.

They both drank slowly, their eyes locked on the others, neither wanting to break the spell. With a shaking hand, she set the glass down and finally pulled her gaze away, and instead, concentrated on her meal.

It was wonderful. The steak was cooked to perfection, the outside a dark brown, the inside, medium rare. The spices were subtle, nothing overpowering, the potatoes were golden in colour and soft as melting butter inside. He had made fresh peas as the vegetable and the green was almost as bright as a Childs crayon. In all, a perfectly presented gourmet meal.

A la vie, that’s an interesting toast you always like to use. Doesn’t it mean to life? She asked sliding in another mouthful of peas in.

Michael nodded slightly swallowing yet another mouthful of wine. He knew he was drinking too much too fast but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He was feeling reckless, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long while. He knew anything short of a world’s crisis, they wouldn’t be hearing from Section until at last the next morning.

Oui.

He sat back, popping a small round pea into his mouth with his fingers. Nikita looked at him with one arched eyebrow, leaning on her one elbow, regarding him with great interest. Never in all the time she had known him did she ever see him eat with his hands and not a utensil. In fact, his face seemed slightly flushed, and his body language was relaxed as well. She almost laughed out loud as the thought suddenly occurred to her. He was drunk.

Why that phrase in particular? You seem more of a darker phrase kind of guy. Nikita sat back, crossing her legs and lifting her glass to her lips for another sip watching him pop in another few peas into that sensuous mouth of his.

Michael blinked a few times; his hand rubbed his abdomen in lazy circles as he chewed.

I am not a dark person Nikita. He said simply looking across the table at the blonde beauty watching him so intently with her china blue eyes.

He wanted her writhing under him on that big bed of hers, her nails scratching his skin as she moaned his name in his ear. He gave himself a small shake and pulled his attention back to the present.

Its sometimes hard to tell just what you are Michael. Nikita stated in a pensive voice, tucking a long piece of her hair behind her ear that had fallen from the loose twist on her head.

Michael cocked his head to the side, taking yet another long drink of his wine, his hair falling forward as he leaned to the table, setting his now empty glass down.

Nikita swallowed hard, wanting him to just take her in his arms and kiss her senseless.

Fingering the cross around his neck, Michael hummed very lowly to the tune playing on the stereo. His voice was even, totally in tune to the music and it made her swoon deep inside. That man was made for loving,,, not killing. She thought to herself twirling her glass in her hands regarding him silently, enjoying this side of him immensely.

Michael looked up at her, his eyes a deep unreadable green, his face the same, yet completely different at the same time.

Getting to his feet, he came around the table to stand by her, offering her his hand, palm up.

Nikita looked at it and then up to his face, surprised to see him not waver or stumble in the least.

Dance with me? He asked, their knees touching as he stood waiting for her to answer.

Nodding, Nikita placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to her feet, leading her into the living room.

Michael gave the coffee table a push with his foot, giving them more room to dance and then turned to face her, holding his arms out for her.

Nikita stepped into his embrace, thrilling at the feel if his hand as it closed over hers in a firm gentle hold. His other hand slipped around her trim waist, resting on the small of her lower back. Keeping her eyes cast downwards, their bodies moved together like liquid mercury.

Michael breathed in the soft tangerine smell of her hair, reminding him of the small tree at the café they were at earlier that day. Putting it together, it suddenly occurred to him why he liked that particular table so much. It was her smell, the fragrance of her he liked so much. She was in his blood like no other woman ever had been and he welcomed the idea for the first time. Her soft curves grazing his hard body was tempting him, making him want to pick her up and carry her to her bed, to make love to her all night.

Taking a slow deep breath, he closed his eyes, listening to her breath, listening to the banging of his heart in his chest. The material of her dress was smooth as silk, warm under his palm as they moved in slow lazy circles as the danced.

You asked who I really am… His voice in her ear made chills go up and down her spine, her eyes reopened as their faces were side-by-side, cheeks touching as they continued this slow dance of seduction.

I am a man who is losing a battle of wills with himself. I am a man who found life again, reborn.

He paused turning his face just enough to graze his mouth on the soft skin of her cheek kissing her softly, leaving a small wet mark as he let the tip of his tongue dart out to taste her.

Reborn the day you were brought to me.

Michael’s hand slid down over her hip, just resting on the soft swell of her rear, his tongue once again darting out from between his lips and swirled in a tiny circle on her cheek.

Nikita stiffened in his arms, not quite able to believe his behaviour. Yet she was unwilling to try and stop him. If him drinking a bit was the only way for her to get this side of him, to do the things she only dreamt of him doing to her, then so be it. She would take what she could get.

Michael closed his eyes, pulling her body to his, their bodies pressing closer then they ever had before and he was content, anxious and sad all at the same time. The feel of a woman in his arms, a woman he cared for deeply was a feeling he hadn’t felt in such a long time and it touched him deeply.

What is it about this woman? She thrills me, enrages me, and dissolves me. He thought to himself, savouring the scent of her as well as the warmth of her feelings for him. Feelings he had felt almost the first day they had met. It was so obvious to him, the subtle looks, and the stolen glances she took when she didn’t think he could see her.

Madeline had taught him well during his Valentine training. To be able to read a woman’s moods, to instinctively know what she wanted and needed without her having to say a word.

Nikita was young, naive in so many ways when it came to men; he knew she didn’t know she gave off such blatant signals. It was just another endearing quality in her that thrilled him deep inside making him fight himself even harder, not wanting to accept that side of himself again. Now here he was,, losing the battle, but knowing in the end, he would win the war.

ichael, what are you trying to say? Her voice was shaky; exactly how he felt and it made him smile as he pulled his head back to look into hers. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes huge in the dim light.

His eyes scanned over her face, the curve of her neck, and the inviting hollow of her throat where the emerald she wore rested so easily.

Michael pulled his hand from hers slowly reaching up to pull the single pin that held her hair, releasing it from the loose twist it was in and enjoyed the sigh of it as it tumbled down over her shoulders and back. Taking his finger, he drew an imaginary line from her jaw line, then down the side of her neck to finally rest just above the line of her dress, occasionally hooking his finger just under it.

Nikita let her hand rest on his arm, her eyes pulled down to stare at the spectacular cross he wore, concentrating on her breathing.

Words are not needed. He whispered lifting her face up by her chin with his finger. Bringing his other hand up, he took a few strands of her hair that lie close to her face, twirling it in his fingers, savouring the soft silky texture. He saw immediately she was nervous yet willing to be where she was just as he was. Cupping her face firmly with both his hands, he leaned down, his mouth brushing over hers tasting the wine on both their lips. He felt her hands slid up his hips and lightly take fistfuls of his sweater and then rest there as he kissed her. Keeping his eyes open, he watched hers close, her face softened and relaxed as he worked his mouth over hers in small tender kisses.

Nikita sighed lightly, a soft moan of contentment escaped as his tongue slid over her lips as if to request entrance. All too willingly, she consented, bringing her hands up the hard solid planes of his back muscles and hold him closer to her as their kiss deepened.

His hands eventually moved from her face and encircled her, bringing her tight to him, relishing the feel of her soft contours pressing into his hard body.

The kiss was quickly becoming something more and he pulled back, still holding her closely to him, unwilling to break the spell.

You know this is dangerous. He said seriously hoping madly she wouldn’t care.

Nikita nodded wordlessly, her eyes not leaving his.

Michael took a step back from her and watched her carefully, fully aware of both his body and hers wanting the other so badly.

Nikita followed him as he walked backwards, eyes locked on the other as they headed to the small steps leading to her bedroom.

After climbing the stairs, Michael walked to the other side of her bed.

Nikita bit her lip, watching his panther like movements, taking in the catlike grace he possessed, admiring his body as he stopped to then face her.

Michael hooked his foot on the heel of his foot and pulled out of his shoe, then repeated the same step with the other, his eyes not leaving hers.

Nikita took in his male beauty, not quite believing he was seducing her, fulfilling a fantasy she had for so long. She watched with pleasure as he moved his hands to the belt at his waist and with agonizingly slowness, his fingers pulled the black belt undone and then pulled the small button at the top of his black pants open.

Nikita felt her stomach flip over as he then continued. With both hands, he slowly pulled the sweaters hem out of his pants, letting it hang loosely over his stomach, hiding his now enlarged crotch from her hungry gaze. Michael watched her, knowing how he was affecting her and thrilled with the knowledge. Her cheeks that were normally pale were now a soft rich rose hue, her blue eyes wide with desire as he then took the hem, pulling it up over his stomach and then up over his head.

Nikita took in his now exposed upper body, admiring the hard lean muscles that lie so obviously for her to see. A trail of dark fine curly hair disappeared down behind the waist of his pants. She had often watched him with silent desire during the rigorous training sessions in Section, always wondering what lie beneath the tank tops he always wore. Now she knew, and she found she wasn’t disappointed. His hair was tousled, long waves of auburn fell over his eyes, giving him a soft yet dangerous quality and she felt warmth spread over her.

Michael tossed his sweater across the bed to her waiting arms and smiled faintly when she brought it to her nose, her eyes unblinking as she stared at him, breathing in the fresh scent of him in the material. It was then; she knew she was lost to him forever.

You can still stop this Nikita. His voice sounded calm, yet the fire in his eyes denied that calmness.

Nikita shook her head mutely, his sweater still clutched tightly in her hands, pressed just under her chin.

No. I want this.

If we are caught….

I don’t care Michael.

Take your dress off for me. He asked quietly, his hand reached up to hold the heavy cross around his neck.

Nikita paused a moment before obeying his demand. Slowly, she let the sweater drop to the floor at her feet and then reached behind her, her fingers grasping the small zipper. Pulling it down slowly, she swallowed anxiously, her body feeling like fire and ice at the same time. Closing her eyes as the dress slowly fell down to her hips, she marvelled at the way he hadn’t even touched her and she was already feeling like she wanted to explode. The coolness of the room’s air touched her now naked upper body making her nipples harden instinctively and he immediately saw the small shiver pass over her body.

Michael held himself back; his knees pressing hard against the beds edge watching as the dress lid slowly lower down over her hips and finally fall to the floor in a puddle of green satin. Michael sucked in his breath taking in her china doll like beauty. She was so delicate,, yet so deadly. A fiery combination of witch and angel, a combination that he found intoxicating as the wine he had drank.

Nikita brought her arms up, crossing them over her round breasts. She felt exposed yet enveloped, scared yet filled with anticipation.

Nikita. The sounds of his voice made her open her eyes to look across at him. His face was flushed and his hand was held out to her.

Together, they walked around to the end of the bed, their hands touching first, drawing the other closer.

Michael noticed they were almost the same in height, yet he still had an inch or so on her making her bring her face upwards to look back at him. With their left hands still intertwined, Michael touched the emerald she still wore about her neck.

You make this jewel look beautiful. He whispered.

Nikita thrilled at his compliment knowing he meant every word he was saying. Before she could say thank you, he gathered her up with one arm about her waist and lifted her easily, bringing her around and laying her gently down onto the bed.

Nikita propped herself up on her elbows as he pulled back, disappointed he didn’t stay with her.

Michael stood up again; standing between her opened legs dangling over the beds edge and hooked his thumbs in the waist of his pants, pushing them down.

Nikita watched with hooded eyes as he slowly exposed more and more of his body to her. She almost gasped a loud when he finally stepped out of the last of his clothes to stand before her; naked as the day he was born. He was perfect. His body was hard, lean, defined contours of the muscles Section had made him perfect were evident in the dim light. Her eyes traveled lower, appreciating the obvious desire he displayed for her.

As if in slow motion, he moved over her, resting his weight on her fully, knowing instinctively she welcomed it.

Nikita smiled as he kissed her shoulder, his arms hooking under hers and holding her close to him. The icy cold of his necklace sent a chill through her making her sigh audibly as he bit her gently.

I have felt the fire for you since I met you. His voice fairly melted into her ear as he urged her legs open for him.

Nikita pulled her one knee up, making it easier for him to rest just at her entrance, waiting for the exquisite pleasure she knew he would give her.

Michael, please…

She almost begged him to take her then and there.

Pulling his head up, he looked down into her flushed face, memorizing her this way in his mind.

Nikita opened her mouth slightly, willing him to take her now.

He felt the heat of her tempting him like no other ever had, the wetness of her drawing him in like a moth to the flame, he wanted to know her, wanted to know what it was to be one with her. Michael fought the inner war within himself, one part telling him to leave, the other to accept what was meant to be. He fought for control of himself, fought the urge to drive himself into her, filling her with his love.

The feel of her legs wrapping around his hips, drawing him ever deeper dissolved what little control he had left and he pushed into her hot heat.

Together, they gasped with pleasure, moaning each other’s name as they waited, allowing the other to be become accustomed to the other.

Nikita felt him stretch her wide, filling her completely with himself, savouring the sweet pain she felt on so many levels.

Michael dipped his head down, capturing her mouth with his, his tongue demanding entry as he had below.

Nikita moaned as she felt him push deeper into her body, welcoming the sweet pleasure it brought her.

His hands moved down to cup her bottom, his full weight crushing her down into the softness of the bed as he slammed into her over and over.

Nikita wrapped her arms about his neck, holding him to her matching his thrusts with her own, ripples of sweet pleasure ran through her core.

Michael pulled his mouth from hers, drawing in deep breaths as his hips moved faster over her, relishing the feel of her body writhing under his, her voice calling out his name in raw ecstasy.

Clamping his eyes shut, he grunted lowly, pushing in and out of her with his hardness, wishing he was planting his child within her body, wishing they were free to love, wishing he could allow himself to love.

Nikita felt the hot wetness of his tears run down her neck and she gave a silent scream as he brought her to her peak, driving into her over and over.

Michael saw visions of them in a house, loving , laughing, children,, their children. The thought of that perfect world and the sound of her short gasps in his ear made him give one final deep push and he spilled his seed deep within her, wave upon wave of sweet pain tore thru him, making him gasp for air.

Holding her tightly, he let the tears fall freely now, his body shuddered over hers as she held him close.

Ssh,,, Michael… shhhhh.. its alright…. Her voice was the last thing he heard as he allowed himself to doze for a moment in her arms, content and safe, still buried inside her, still at one with the only woman he would ever truly love.

Rolling over, Nikita awoke to the sound of the city outside, the sun streaming in her still open window. Noticing he was gone, she sat up, holding the sheets to her.

Michael? She called pushing her wild hair from her eyes with little effect.

The door to her bathroom opened and he appeared, fully dressed, his hair once again in his usual style, neatly brushed from his face, the long waves resting just above his shoulders.

She smiled at him as he turned the light off and adjusted his sweater.

I was worried,, I woke up and your weren’t here.

Michael stood at the bottom of her bed, hands clasped in front of him, appearing to be in full Section mode.

Her heart sank when he didn’t smile or reply. Looking down for a moment, her face hidden from his silent stare, she swallowed the bitterness she felt welling up.

The Michael I was with last night is gone,, isn’t he? She asked bringing her hurt eyes back up to look at him.

Michaels face was impassive and he looked out her window for a moment and then brought his gaze back to her.

I can’t give you what you want. His voice stabbed painfully in her heart, yet she still loved him all the more.

She let the tear fall from her eye, over her cheeks and fall onto the blankets.

Michael gave a faintly pained look, his eyes raw with emotion for just a split second before regaining his control, successfully resisting the urge to draw her into his arms.

Not right now, Nikita.

There was a moment of silence and then his cell rang.

Nikita reached over and picked it up, handing it to him.

Flipping it open, Michael continued to stare down at her.

Yes?

He listened for a moment and then flipped it shut. I have to go in.

Before she could answer, her cell went off as well. Pushing her hair back, she leaned over, flipped it open bringing it to her ear.

Josephine.

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