SUSY'S WISH

By ANGELINE

A gentle breeze drifted through a partially open window of a two story apartment, it's barely perceptible presence caused the sheer white curtain that hung in the window to flutter in the wind's gentle caress. Outside of the apartment's window, sailing in a sea of ebony was a bright full moon, surrounded by a handful of stars that were scattered across the vast heavens.

"Tonight is a perfect night for romance, so why am I going to a dance recital instead of on a date?" Susy spoke to her reflection, as she raised her hand to brush her dark auburn hair back from her dark brown eyes.

"Because you love to dance....I gotta remember that! Hey, who knows who'll I'll meet tonight?"

Susy smiled and blew herself a kiss as she turned to admire the exotic Belly Dancer's costume she wore. The bra of the Belly Dancing costume was black and emerald green and shimmered in the light from the bedside table, it's black fringe with shiny black beads lay in startling contrast against her fair skin. The skirt hung low on her hips and was made of yards of both black sheer material and emerald green satin, showing enough skin through the sheer material to be tantalizing, yet making you wonder what lay beyond the material that you couldn't see through.

As Susy looked at herself in the mirror she smiled and pouted her full lips, "I look damn good, If I do say so myself...and I do!' Susy said to herself out loud and laughed. Just then the phone in the living room began to ring and Susy tried to ignore it, but it's insistant ringing sound started to get on her nerves.

"Alright...alright, keep your shirt on! I just know it's going to be another wrong number!" Susy grumbled under her breath as she walked across the living room to the side table, then picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Josephine." A deep softly accent voice came through the line.

Susy's heart leap in her chest and she thought quickly to herself, 'That's what Michael says to Nikita when he's calling her in to Section One.' Shaking herself from her daze she said a little flustered, "Yes...I mean...no...who's calling?" The phone line went dead and all Susy heard in response was the buzzing of the dial tone.

Susy placed the phone back on the receiver and stared at it for a few moments, recalling the incredibly sexy voice and said to herself, "That voice...I know it couldn't be, but it sounded just like Michael's on La Femme Nikita." Susy smiled to herself and shook her head chiding herself, "Girl, you got Michael on the mind!"

The clock on the matle above the fireplace chimmed, reminding Susy that she had only five more minutes to finish getting dressed before she had to leave or she'd be late for her Belly Dancing recital. Susy shook her head causing her masses of auburn hair to slide out of the complicated hair style she had put it in moments before, it fell across her shoulders in a silken curtain .

"Great, now I have to fix my hair too! Susy threw her hands in the air and turned to stomp back into her bedroom and looked into the mirror, her hair did look better down and she decided not to redo her hair, only to grab the black velvet hip scarf with the golden bells and coins. Susy finished tying the hip scarf onto her hips and did a little shimmy to see if she'd gotten the scarf on right. The scarf made a nice jingling sound, so everything was in place.

Quickly, Susy rushed back into the living room and grabbed her long black leather jacket, her keys and her purse before she made a mad dash out the door and locked it behind her. The hallway was quiet as she headed down the two flights of stairs, heading towards the parking lot and the night.

As Susy hurried towards her car she didn't notice that the shadows on the walls of her apartment seemed to come alive, she was concentrating on getting her key into the lock of her car. "Come on....why does this always happen when I'm in a hurry?"

Quietly, the shadows became people dressed all in black military-like uniforms and they spread out behind Susy, not making a sound as they crept closer to their target. A man raised a tranquilizer gun and aimed it at the woman's shoulder and pulled the trigger, the dart left the gun with a soft whisper and shot straight and true, hitting it's mark.

Susy felt a tingle of a warning between her shoulder blades and then a sharp sensation of pain in her left shoulder. Susy turned her head around to look down at her shoulder and vaguely noticed a tranquilzer dart sticking out of her shoulder. "Whaatt??" Susy started to say when the world around her started to spin and then turned black, as she fainted dead away, feeling herself falling to the ground.

However, Susy's body never landed on the unforgiving concrete of the parking lot, one of the shadow men moved quickly and caught her gently in his arms and lowered her to the ground. Sea green eyes looked out of a black ski mask at the unconscious woman in his arms, a look of tenderness shimmered momentairly across his intense green eyes as he let his hand brush a stray strand of auburn hair from her eyes. The look of tenderness was gone in a flash and was replaced by a blank emotionless mask. The man stood up and lifted Susy in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather, carefully he carried Susy over to a black van and before he reached the door the van opened for him and he stepped inside disappearing from sight, holding the woman tightly to his chest.

"Mission successful." Susy's unconscious mind heard the familiar voice say to someone and then nothing.

The sounds of beautiful but foreign music and the sweet scents of exotic flowers drifting on a humid breeze, were the first things that let Susy know that she was definitely not in Texas any more. Slowly, Susy opened her dark brown chestnut colored eyes and gasped, she was laying on a bed of colorful round pillows in a room that looked like it was borrowed out from the book 'Arabian Nights'.

"This just isn't possible!" Susy said softly to herself as she sat up on the make shift bed of pillows. The sudden movement brought a pain to her head like an intense hangover, moaning softly she held her hands up to her head saying, "Oh, my head feels like it's going to fall off...what happened to me?"

Susy went over everything that she remembered doing, getting dressed, the phone call, rushing down the steps to her car....then sharp pain and blackness. "Wait a minute, that phone call...no things like that only happen on La Femme Nikita." Susy said aloud.

"You're awake. Good."

At the sound of the soft faintly accented voice, Susy's eyes looked up quickly and she would've fallen over at the sight if she hadn't been already sitting down, there a few feet away from her was Michael. Michael was still wearing the black mission clothes and his dark brown hair looked like he'd run his hands through it more than once, giving him a rugged untamed look.

"You're...Roy Dupuis!" Susy said in shock.

A ghost of a smile crossed Michael's sensous full lips and he said, "That is my cover name, but my real name is Michael Sammuels. This may come as a shock, Susy, but everything you know about the show La Femme Nikita is real and there IS a Section One."

Susy knew that she had an expression of complete shock on her face, but she couldn't help it, this had to be a dream. "It can't be...it was only a show I've probably just hit my head and this is all a dream I'm having!"

"It's no dream, Susy....you are in Saudi Arabia."

"You're kidding..." Susy said in shock.

"No." Michael said simply.

Tilted his head to the side, Michael looked at the beautiful woman sitting atop of a bed of colorful pillows, dressed only in a Belly Dancer's costume. 'She definitely has the look we need for this mission, she is even more beautiful in person.' Michael drew his thoughts back to the business at hand and the role he needed Susy to play for him. Slowly, he walked over to where she sat on the pillows and reached out his hand to her.

"Here, let me help you stand. I know you have questions, I don't know how much I will be able to tell you, but you are welcomed to ask." Michael said with his blank mask fully in place.

'This is too much', Susy thought to herself and reached out to take Michael's hand and stood up from the bed of pillows. "If everything is true about Section One, then why are you telling me? Why would the most covert anti-terrorist group on the planet make a show about themselves? Why do you need me...or better yet how do you know about me?" Susy asked one question after another, her mind racing with thoughts and at the same time she felt a thrill shooting through her at the firm grip Michael's hand had on hers.

Michael helped Susy to her feet but didn't release her delicate hand from his as he spoke, "Susy, I'm telling you this because I need your help for a mission of the upmost importance and I have permission to do so. The show idea was Madeline's brainchild, she proposed the idea and came up with the storyline.... what a better way for us to hide from the public eye than to be in the center of it? So, we made what we are into a fictional show and the world believed it as only fiction. We were amazed at how many people by the thousands flocked to online groups wanting to become Operatives for Section One. After the first season, we have so many numerous willing people who wanted to become Operatives and work for Section, that we didn't have to resort to the more common methods you are familiar with from the show."

Michael's sea green eyes locked on Susy's brown gaze, then he smiled at her with a tender yet mysterious expression on his face and he reached out to let his fingers brush down her face. Susy closed her eyes as she felt Michael's talented fingers caressing the outline of her face, his touch was so light that it was like being brushed by a butterfly's wings. Susy's thoughts scattered to the wind when she felt Michael's roughen thumb trace across her full lower lip and her entire body trembled with a desire like none she'd ever experienced before.

Michael's beautiful green eyes followed his finger's trail, and thought to himself, 'Her face is soft as silk, I wonder if it's this soft everywhere.' Susy felt as if she was slowly melting into a puddle at Michael's feet, what he was doing to her was the most sensuous thing any man had ever done, and it was done by his fingertips alone. However, his words that followed brought Susy quickly back to reality like a splash of ice water.

"We've had you under surveillance for a while now, Susy." At Susy's wide eyed look of fright, Michael replied, "Don't worry...I'm not going to let you be taken into Section. I just have need of your.... talents, then once you've done that this will be nothing more than a dream."

'This already is a dream come true!' Susy thought to herself then said out loud in a puzzled voice, "My talents? What are you talking about....Michael?" Susy nearly forgot what she was asking and sighed out loud, as she felt Michael's thumb making slow tortuous circles on the inside of her wrist. 'Keep doing that and I'll follow you anywhere!' Susy thought in a happy daze then mentally shook herself and thought, 'If this is Section One...nothing is as it seems!'

Susy, asked her question again and this time made contact and held Michael's green eyes with her brown ones , "What talents are you talking about? Oh my god! You're planning on using me on a mission, aren't you?? Michael, you don't understand I don't have any Operative skills...this is really a big mistake..."

Michael placed his finger across Susy's full pouted lips and said, "Shhhh...Susy, you're a Belly Dancer and very beautiful woman, we have need of someone to go undercover with me so we can infilltrate and obtain important documents. The target is a wealthy Arabian Diplomat by the name of Mohammed Ajjee and he has a very special party that is being thrown in his honor...his birthday party is tomorrow night. So, Susy....what is your answer, will you help me?"

This was too much...too unbelievable and Susy's mouth felt dry as the dessert. Unconsciously, she let her tongue peek out of her mouth to moisten her lips before she spoke, but forgot about Michael's finger across her lips and ended up licking his finger. Susy froze, she'd imagined doing that and much more with the Michael of La Femme Nikita, but in the flesh he was even sexier in person and at the same time she knew he was extremely deadly to play with...the ultimate thrill. Danger and pleasure in a heady mix, that's what he tasted like.

"If I agree to help you what do I have to do...and I mean tell me the truth, I don't want to go in there blind. Remember, I watched the show, I know how you manipulated Nikita. I just need you to be up front with me and what you're expecting me to do." Susy said her speach in a rush before she lost her nerve. 'I can't believe I said that to Michael...what was I thinking??"

Michael had been surprised by Susy's unconscious move and he felt a pang of desire tighten his stomach, as his gaze focused on her full pouted lips just a short distance away from his. 'All I have to do is lean over and I can see if she tastes as sweet as she looks.'

A ghost of a smile crossed Michael's face as he heard Susy's demands.

"Very well, Susy, I'll be up front with what I need from you. You are going as my property, one of my personal harem girls that I've brought with me for my pleasure. All of the 'guests' will have their own women with them and each woman is a Belly Dancer and will dance for the entertainment and pleasure of Mohammed Ajjee at his party. I will require that you do everything that I ask and not to question me in public, I will give you signals as to what I want."

A secret thrill shot through Susy as his words replayed in her mind as if on a loop, 'His property...' Susy frowned slightly as she replied, "Alright, Michael....I'll go, but promise me this one thing..."

Michael nodded his head and said softly, "Name it."

Susy took a deep breath and said, "Whatever happens, promise you'll protect me."

Michael brought Susy's hand that he'd been holding, up to his lips and placed a light lingering kiss on the back of her hand saying, "I promise, Susy...I'll protect you....you'll be safe in my hands."

(The Next Day...Late Afternoon)

"Safe in his hands." The words still lingered on in Susy's mind as she sat at the kitchen table dressed in a white Harem gir'sl outfit. The white Harem pants with slits cut up the sides of both legs, gave a tantalizing yet teasing view of Susy's shapely legs, while the golden hip scarf with coins and bells accentuated her generous curves. A bra of the same white satiny material had golden fringe across the front as well as small golden tassles hanging down from the bottom of it. All in all, Susy knew she looked exactly how she was supposed to look...she was a rich and powerful man's beautiful trophy, meant to be shown off to others as a sign of his importance and wealth.

Susy's sheer white veil lay at the side of the table as she picked at her plate. The Harem sleeves with the golden fringe looked pretty but got in the way, as she tried to eat some of the gourmet food the chef had fixed for her late lunch. With a heavy sigh, Susy pushed the plate away, the food in this place was fit for a king, but she was too excited to eat even though she was starting to feel a little hungry. Susy started to stand away from the table, when two strong arms came around her and placed hands on either side of the table blocking her from going anywhere.

Susy gasped in surprise and turned around quickly to find Michael looking devestatingly handsome right behind her. Michael was dressed in a black Armani suit with a fine linen shirt with golden buttons and matchin cuff links. For a moment, Susy was absolutely speechless, all she could do was drool. Michael was leaning towards her and his face was so close to hers that she could see how incrediblely beautiful his skin was...it was like looking at a fine statue, yet he was a living and breathing man.

Michael gazed into Susy's eyes with concern. "Susy, you need to eat something, your going to need your strength for tonight." Michael's faintly accented words whispered into her ear like a caress.

A bittersweet thrill raced through her as Susy thought to herself, 'He's only concerned with the mission, I'm only a means to an end, nothing more...I've got to remember that.' Little did Susy know that her dark brown eyes reflected her thoughts and her feelings, and they came through as loudly as if she had spoken them.

Michael grasped Susy's shoulders and spun her around on the stool so that he stood before her, his legs touching her knees and his hands resting on her shoulders.

"Susy, if you won't eat for yourself then you'll eat for me." Michael's softly spoken words brought a feeling that a hundred butterflies were fluttering at the same time in her stomach and she couldn't help but respond with a challenge, "How will you get me to eat if I don't want to?"

"I'll show you how...." Michael said, his green eyes darkening until they looked like a sea right before a storm. Susy's pulse quickened as Michael leaned closer to her, his face inches from hers as he reached behind her for something on the kitchen table. Susy felt a burning desire for Michael start to uncoil deep within her and spread out like a wild fire out of control, vainly she tried to keep her body from responding to his closeness, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

Michael looked deeply into Susy's brown eyes and pressed one of his massive thighs against her legs and gently nugged Susy's legs apart slightly so that he could move them into a very intimate position. Susy placed her hands on Michael's shoulders then slid them down his arms, and had to fight the impulse to wrap her legs around his waist.

"Michael..." Susy started to speak, but her words were stolen by Michael's kiss as he slanted his lips across hers and passionately speared his tongue deeply inside the warmth of her mouth to duel with hers. Michael's hands came up to cup Susy's cheek, as his mouth and tongue worshipped her sweet honeyed lips, not a space was missed as Michael made love to her mouth with his kiss.

'Oh god!' Susy thought to herself as she kissed Michael back with as much passion as he gave. 'Man can this man kiss!' Susy moaned against his mouth and whimpered in reaction when he drew back from their kiss.

"Open your mouth for me." Michael said with a slight smile as he brought a piece of mango up to Susy's mouth.

The sweet scent of the fruit was tantalizing, but the gleem in Michael's eyes spoke of a hunger of a different kind that food wouldn't satisfy. Susy watched Michael's face as he passed the piece of fruit across her full pouted lips, and she couldn't stop the giggle as she opened her mouth to take a bite, she realized that he was enjoying feeding her. The mango was sweet and tangy as Susy slowly chewed the bite, the juice of the mango dribbled out from the corner of her mouth and she went to wipe it away with her hand, but Michael's hand stopped her.

"Let me..."

Michael bent towards Susy and she felt his breath on her face as he leaned down and chased the sweet trail of nectar from her chin with his tongue. "Mmmm...the mango is delicious, but not as nearly as sweet as you are, Susy." Susy was in heaven and sent a quick prayer up, 'Please....please don't let this be a dream, if it is don't let me wake up!'

Susy brought her hands up from Michael's shoulders and tangled them into his wavy brown hair saying, "Let me show you how sweet I really am." Susy raised her face up to Michael's as she pulled him down towards her, their lips met and merged in a soul searing kiss.

Michael groaned her name against her mouth, "SUSY!"

Susy's body was pulled flush against Michael's already straining arousal and she nearly cried out at the intense pleasure and started to instictively rock against him. Just when Susy thought things couldn't get any better she felt his hands traveling down her body caressing and kneading her full figure and she arched her body into Michael's strong hands as he cupped and kneaded her full breasts.

"Michael...please!" Susy cried out and her nails dug deeply into the material at his shoulders trying to draw him closer. "I need to feel your touch on my skin!"

Ever so slowly, Michael's hands drifted up to the straps that held up her bra and he lowered the straps down her shoulders kissing the silky skin of one shoulder as he moved the bra strap down as far as it could go. In a hoarse voice, Michael raised his passion darkened green eyes to Susy's and said, "Tell me to stop now...if you don't I won't be able to stop myself."

Just as Susy was about to respond to Michael, she felt him stiffen and his eyes turned hard. Faintly she heard a familiar voice sounding from the comm in Michael's ear, it was Birkoff.

"Michael, they are moving the documents earlier than we had anticipated, we need you and...uh..Susy to get ready for the party and be ready to leave within the hour." Birkoff's disembodied voice spoke into Michael's ear.

"Understood." Michael replied and reached up to switch the comm unit off, he had forgotten about it and wished that he'd of turned it off, but knew that wasn't an option. Michael gave a fustrated growl against Susy's neck.

"Damn, Birkoff has terrible timing. I'm really sorry, Susy....but we're going to have to continue this another time."

Susy leaned her forehead against Michael's and tried to will her heart from breaking and said in a soft voice, "Will there be a next time, Michael?"

Michael new the risks involved with relationships with others outside of Section One, but there was something special about this woman, Susy made him want to believe in things he thought his heart had long forgotten....love. Michael knew the silence was stretching out between them and he knew she was waiting for his response.

"Susy, I'll make sure there will be a next time...trust me." Michael cupped Susy's face with his hand and let his thumb lightly brush across her full pouted lips, still swollen from their passionate kisses just moments before.

The sounds of people coming up the stairs broke them apart from each other, just as they leaned in to kiss one more time. Michael's blank mask slid back into place as he turned to greet the other Operatives under his command. Susy watched in awe, it was amazing....everything was exactly like La Femme Nikita, yet minus Nikita. 'Hmmm....I need to ask where she is the next time I get a chance to talk to him in private.' Susy thought to herself with a smirk.

"Listen up people, the documents are being moved ahead of schedule and we need to mobilize now."

Susy was only half listening, because with the sudden appearance of the other Operatives, things became all too real and she felt the first ripples of fear trickle down her spine. Taking a deep breath and letting it out and then another, she calmed herself down and gave herself a mental pep talk, 'Girl, this is your big chance, a once in a lifetime chance to be an Operative and be with Michael....you can do it!'

A strong yet gentle hand on her shoulder made her look up and she saw that Michael was motioning for her to follow him and Susy gave a bright smile and said, "Looks like it's showtime!" Then Susy frowned as she passed by a full lenght mirror in the hallway and stopped and checked out her reflection.

"Michael, are you sure I look alright for the mission? Maybe, I should..." Susy started to speak when Michael smiled and said, "You look lovely, Susy....and before we go in we have a professional make-up artist on hand just in case anything is needed, but in my oppinion you already look ravishing."

A devilish look passed behind Michael's sea green eyes then was gone in the space of a heart beat and Michael turned and proceeded down the stairs towards the van. Susy shook her head and followed the sound of Michael's foot steps down the stairs and found that it leveled off to a sub-basement with enough computers and weapons to take over a small country.

Michael was standing beside the van, directing the Operatives as they gathered their gear and weapons then filed into the van like good little soldiers. A woman moved out from behind Susy and said cattily, "So, you're the One Michael chose as his consort, what makes you so special?" The woman was tall, blonde and leggy with ice blue eyes and was dressed in mission attire.

Susy raised an eyebrow as she looked the woman over and said, "Well for one thing sweet heart, I was chosen by Michael to do what I do best, and what makes me special is I'm more woman than you could ever dream of being."

The blonde's face distorted in anger and she drew back her fist to strike Susy screaming, "Why you little...bitc.." She never finished because out of nowhere was Michael, slapping the female Operative across her face. "Enough! Erica, I wouldn't advise trying that again, is that understood?"

Erica lay on the ground wiping the blood smear away from her split lip and looked up at Michael with anger reflecting brightly in her icy blue eyes. "Yes sir!"

Michael looked down at Erica and nodded his head saying, "Then load up...and be ready to take your position as soon as we reach our destination." A look that would have turn anyone's blood to ice crossed Michael's face as he said, "Remember, Erica...you are one step from Abeyance and this is your last and final chance, don't screw it up."

Susy watched as Erica's boldness faded in the face of Michael's words and she looked over at Susy and let her anger show for a spilt second, before she rushed to the second van and disappeared inside.

"Michael, where are we riding?" Susy said, as she watched the two black vans pull out and head away from them. But, as soon as the last van pulled away she had to smile to herself, when she saw the white stretched Limo behind it. "Cool, we get to arrive in style!"

Michael placed his hand at the small of her waist and led her to the Limo, opening the door to help Susy into the plush interior. Just as she sat on the soft red leather seat she heard Michael say in a serious tone of voice, "I have to warn you now, Susy....when you get out of this Limo next...there are certain rules you must obey, you cannot speak unless spoken to, and you are to follow my every order, you in essence are my property to do with as I wish. The people at the party are all hostiles and you must stay at my side at all times unless otherwise directed by me...is that understood?"

Everything seemed so unreal, she loved watching La Femme Nikita, but not in her wildest dreams did Susy realize that everything was real, well at least the danger was real, but for how much else...that remained to be seen. Quickly, Susy nodded her head acknowledging Michael's orders and felt a few long strands of her dark aburn hair slide across her face. Just as Susy was about to brush them out of her way, Michael joined her in the Limo and reached over to tuck the silken strands behind her ear.

Sea green eyes locked with dark brown eyes and it seemed as if time itself froze. It felt to Susy that everything in the world ceased to exist except for Michael and herself. A sudden tap at the window dividing them from the Chauffer broke the spell between them and Michael blinked slowly as if waking from a dream, then sat back in his seat and said one word outloud, "Drive."

The sun was setting just as the limmo pulled into a long line of other cars entering Mohammed Ajje's palace. Susy rolled down the black tinted window of the limmo and watched as the gorgeous sunset seemed to set this fairytale palace on fire. The sunset was impressive, a blend of a deep burnished copper, a dark pink, and a bright orange, it gave everything a surrealistic glow.

"Michael, this place is beautiful... almost like a dream!" Susy said in awe, as she turned to look back at Michael.

Michael looked across the seat at Susy, his green eyes reminding her of a sea right before a storm. "Things are not always what they seem."

Michael's true feelings were hidden behind a blank mask, as he casually directed Susy to look towards the ten foot high barbed wire gates that surrounded the palace.

Susy's blood turned to ice as she saw the guards stationed at towers on either side of the entranceway, their machine guns pointed down as them. The sight brought the fantasy of being part of a mission into a startling reality and reminded Susy that this was no fairy tale....far from it, and if she wanted to survive she needed to keep her mind on that fact.

Michael reached across the seat and took Susy's delicate hand into his larger one and said, "Susy, this is very important, when we get out of the limmo you will have to play the role of an obedient Harem girl." Michael's eyes sought out Susy's brown ones and he continued, "Don't question me or my orders in public because the punishment for disobediance is severe."

The vagueness of Michael's warning caught Susy's attention and she asked curiously, "What is the punishment?" She really didn't want to know, but at the same time she did.

"They take the woman into a courtyard and strip her back bare...then they whip her until she is unconscious. If her Master is satisfied by the punishment he will take her back and her wounds will be treated, but if she has embarassed him...." Michael's words trailed off.

"And? Don't leave me hanging, Michael....what happens to the girl? The Master's offended and he lets the guards kill her?" Susy said, thinking that she was prepared for what he would say.

"No." Michael's slightly accent voice whispered back, "He lets the guards....have her for their amusement. Killing her in their eyes would be too merciful." Susy shuddered but said nothing only nodded her head and thought to herself, 'Okay, this is definitely not a fairytale....more like borderline nightmare.'

As the limmo passed without incident through the gates, Michael tapped his com link in his ear and said softly, "We are in...Team One are you in place?" Michael listened intently for their responses and then nodded his head saying, "Good."

"Team Two, take your positions and be on alert for any unexpected visitors. Okay, people you know the drill and I don't need to remind you that these documents are of the upmost importance to National security, and if need be we will take acceptable losses if the plan goes bad."

As the limmo carrying Michael and Susy stopped out front of the palace, Susy took a deep breath and closed her eyes saying softly to herself, "Just think of this as the biggest show you'll ever perform....come on girl, you're gonna knock'em dead!" Susy opened her eyes and saw that Michael was smiling back at her slightly.

"What?"

Michael didn't say anything for a moment, only a look passed behind his soulful green eyes. Then Michael gave Susy a rare smile as he leaned forward slightly cupping her chin in his hand and said with a tinge of possesiveness to his voice, "I'm going to be the envy of all of the men here."

Susy's heart skipped a beat at his words, but before she could open her mouth to respond to Michael's remark, the door to the limmo opened and Michael fell into character and moved to get out of the limmo first, then stood to the side waiting impatiently for Susy to join him.

"Hurry up, woman...I don't have time to wait all night!" Michael ordered and Susy stepped out and fell into her own role by meekly standing by his side. The act must have been received well because a few of the other men there nodded their approval, even the guards in their black and green uniforms snickered in response.

A deep dark red carpet met the guests as they arrived for Mohammed Ajjee's party and hundreds of men and Harem girls milled around as they made their way inside the massive golden doors. Michael kept his hand on Susy's elbow and together they entered the palace, moving as one.

The interior of the palace was breathtaking, high vaulted ceilings with artwork and paintings from various artists throughtout the centuries adorned the walls, while high above the crowd was a crystal chandlier that caught the light and reflected it onto the guests in perfect tiny prisms of light.

The multitude of Mohammed Ajjee's guests moved through the hallway towards the main room, and Susy noticed that the hallway alone could hold at least a hundred people easily and the carpet was of the warmest gold that she had ever seen. A thrill of excitement raced through Susy as she glanced over at Michael at her side and smiled as she whispered, "Michael....what happens next?"

Michael at first didnt' answer as he pulled Susy off to the side and waited as the other guests passed them by before pulling Susy into his arms as if he was about to kiss her. Michael brought one hand up to cup the nape of Susy's neck, while his other hand spayed out on her back and roamed her back possessively, as he drew her body flush against his hard. Susy clutched at Michael's broad shoulders and arched her neck towards Michael's seeking lips and moaned low in her throat as she felt his first intoxicating brush of his lips on her heated flesh.

"Michael...." Susy whispered his name passionately as one of her hands tangled in his dark brown hair and urged him closer still. This was heaven being in Michael's arms, and Susy felt as if each caress of his hands and lips was slowly melting her where she stood.

Michael kissed his way up Susy's neck towards her ear and nipped lightly at her ear lobe and said softly, "We will present our gifts to Mohammed Ajje.... then we will be seated according to our importance around a main floor to watch the entertainment, which will be you and the other Harem girls."

Susy got into the act by wrapping her arms around Michael's hard body and pressing herself up against him as he spoke, even though she knew that what he was doing was mostly for the benefit of the guards and passerbys. Susy smiled knowingly when she heard Michael's quick intake of breath as she felt the proof of his reaction to her act. 'Mmmm...let's see how far I can tease him.' Thought Susy to herself.

Susy pouted her full luscious lips and said, "So, after I dance for Mohammed....then what do we do?" Susy was enjoying teasing Michael, as she slowly slid her hips against his and saw Michael's sea green eyes darkening until they looked nearly black with passion.

Michael growled low in his throat and grabbed Susy's hips holding her still, but before she could utter a word of protest, he quicky bent his head down and captured her lips in a demanding kiss. Michael parted her lips with his ardently seeking mouth and speared his tongue deeply inside to duel with her tongue. Michael, knew that this was not the wisest move to make right now and that the mission was of the greatest urgency, but for once he let himself savor in the stolen moment, promising himself more later.

"Damn, can this man kiss!" Susy thought to herself as she melted into his embrace and gave back as good as she got. Susy's fingers wove themselves into Michael's thick mane of hair and she felt a spark of intense desire shooting through her veins like quicksilver.

However, just as the kiss started to heat up to the point of no return, Michael drew back from their kiss and held Susy at an arms length from his body, his passion darkened eyes were once again hidden by his blank mask and he said outloud, "We'll, have more time for that later, woman! We mustn't keep our gracious host waiting...now move!" Michael said loudly and put his hand behind Susy's back and roughly moved her in the direction of the door.

Susy fell into her role as the obedient Harem girl and meekly let Michael direct her passed the guards and into the main dining area towards the side of the room. As soon as they were safely passed the guards, Susy let herself take in the impressiveness of the room, it was as if she just walked into a scene from 'Arabian Nights', and it was every inch as sensual and thrilling as the book.

A man with a heavy mustashe, dressed in an outfit of white and gold, wearing a white turban on his head, walked over to Michael, his manner and dress was that of a high ranking official.

"Sir, your name?" The man known as Vidal Farhim asked Michael, black eyes watched him with intent as he held his registry in his hand.

"Michael Sammuel."

Vidal Farhim nodded his head and made a note in his book, then his black eyes strayed over to Susy and took in her Harem outfit and her volumptous figure. "Is she for the entertainment tonight?" Vidal very nearly drooled over Susy, the look on his face was lecherous, as what Susy could see in his eyes sent shivers down her spine.

Michael placed his arm in front of Susy's body and moved her so that she stood behind him and his body blocked her from the man's lustful view. "She is MINE....and yes, she is dancing for Mohammed Ajjee tonight." Michael's words held a frost to them and the man's eyes widened as Vidal Farhim realized the dangerous mistake he had just made.

"A thousand pardons, Sir." Vidal Farhim bowed his head and touched his forhead with his hand as he spoke. "Forgive my forwardness, but your companion is very beautiful, I meant no disrespect."

Susy felt her cheeks flush, at both the protectiveness of Michael towards her and the man's words, she was never lacking for compliments, yet they still made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

Michael nodded his head stiffly and said, "She is beautiful, that is why I brought my favorite tonight, because of her unique beauty, and she is very pleasing on the eyes as well as a pleasing dancer." Michael's hand reached out and wound a long strand of Susy's aburn hair around his index finger and said almost to himself, "After all only best are allowed to dance for our gracious host tonight."

Then Michael seemed to draw his attention back to the man and stated, "Enough talking, direct me to our table. Michael spoke to the man, as he caually let his eyes scan the room and locate the host, Mohammend Ajjee sitting on his throne like-seat at the back of the room overseeing the events before him.

Vidal Farhim bowed low and snapped his fingers ordering a servant to direct them to their table. Susy let out a sigh of relief as they finally were shown to their table and had to smother the laugh that bubble up to the surface at the way the table was arranged. The table was low to the ground and instead of chairs they were to sit on an assortment of colorful round pillows.

'This is really happening!' Susy thought in excitement and felt Michael take her hand into his and draw her down beside him on the cushions and pulled her partially into his lap, as he almost roughly started to kiss and nibble her neck. Susy, was surprised but that soon gave away to the intense please of having Michael nibbling on the column of her throat and she wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders.

"Michael..." Susy managed to whisper his name and it ended in a moan, as Michael drew her ear lobe into her mouth and began to suckle. 'No wonder Nikita fell in love with Michael....he is incredible!'

"Susy, you did well...I have been just informed that the teams are in place and that the document is still inside this building." Michael said softly into Susy's ear in between his kisses and nibbles on her ear and neck.

Michael's strong hands roamed up and down Susy's body, and she knew that he was waiting for a response from her, but with him doing this to her she couldn't seem to put together a coherent sentence, so she gave up and made a sound of acknowledgement, but didn't answer in words. Every touch and kiss, Michael gave her was pulling Susy into a whirl wind of desire that she had no control over and that was far more exciting and dangerous than being on the mission.

"Are you doing this for our cover?" Susy questioned Michael softly.

Michael growled against her neck and said, "Yes and no."

But before Susy could ask what he meant a loud voice suddenly resounded over the mulitudes of people talking and drew everyone's attention. "My gracious lord bids you all welcome to his most celebrated of occasions, his birthday. Vidal Farhim stood proudly at the bottom step of Mohammed Ajjee's throne, his head held high as his black eyes scanned the room, passing over Susy. His gaze was like an obsene caress as his black eyes lingered momentarily on Susy.

"The gifts that were sent ahead of each guest have been received with the highest reguards, and my Lord and Master wishes you all to eat, drink and celebrate his birthday with him!

Loud cheers went up all around the room and Michael sat Susy to the pillow beside him and joined along with the other guests in clapping and cheering. Mohammed Ajjee smiled widely as he stood up from his throne, then raised his hands up and the room grew still. Mohammed Ajjee was a distinguished looking man in his early 50s, his once jet black hair and beard were now sprinkled with gray but his face and eyes were that of a man in his prime, even though his rounded body was starting to show the many years of living life to the excess.

"My friends, this is a time to celerbrate...eat, drink and make merry for today, I Mohammed Ajjee the Second turns 52 years of age. Allah, be praised that my life be long and fruitful!"

More cheers went up for his speach and he grinned like a Cheshier cat as he continued, "And what a better way to start my party off, than by the dancing of the most beautiful of all of your harem women. Tonight, their beautiful bodies dancing before us shall grace our meals!" Mohammed Ajjee finished his speach and then clapped his hands sharply twice. A small group of musicians, wearing the traditional garb of Middle Eastern entertainers, entered the grand room and set up their instruments in the far corner as they sat down on pillows with their dark eyes trained on their Master.

Susy felt Michael's hand tighten on her waist, yet his face was a blank mask, his eyes scanning the room. Michael's hand slid up Susy's back in a sensuous caress until his hand moved under her heavy curtain of auburn hair and grasped the back of her neck and drew her down so that he could whisper into her ear. Susy gasped slightly and a quiver race through her body, as she felt Michael's warm breath against her neck.

"Susy, I need you to dance like you've never danced before, while you and the other harem girls are entertaining our host and the other guests, I will find the documents." Michael's hand caressed Susy's hair and from the view of anyone looking at them, it appeared as if Michael was merely enjoying the pleasures of his woman.

"That's cool, I have the dancing part down pat, Michael....but what about when the music stops? What then?" Susy leaned down and let her full soft lips trace Michael's strong jawline in a teasing string of kisses.

"Do I follow you or will you come and find me? I know from the show that this is where you either make it out or you get caught." Susy whispered softly into Michael's ear and felt his body grow tense.

Michael had to lean back slightly from the position he had put them, so that he could see Susy's face better. Michael's hand cupped Susy's chin, his intense green eyes locked with her own brown ones, as he said barely above a whisper, "I promise you this, Susy... whatever happens....I will come back for you, trust me."

"Dancers, to the floor....your time has arrived!" Vidal Farhim spoke loudly and then watched intently as Susy stood away from Michael, arranging her white veil across her face and placing her zills on her fingertips. Everything about Susy's white and gold harem costume gave her such an exotic forbidden look that all men's eyes were drawn to her. Vidal nearly forgot his place as he gazed out longingly at this most unusual of harem girls, and ordered the musicians to play, but remembered in time and graciously bowed to Mohammed Ajjee and said, "They await your command, oh Great One."

Mohammed Ajjee looked out at the sea of beautiful women standing before him, dressed in the finest of clothes, their nubile bodies soft yet toned from the countless hours of dancing for the pleasure of their Masters.

Mohammed Ajjee smiled wolfishly as he commanded in a loud voice, "Let the festivities begin!"

The musicians nodded their head and set to playing their instruments, the first sounds are the drums, the sharp clear sounds fill the room, followed up by tight electronic snares, backed up by violin and a dubbed up bass. The sound is invigorating, a pulsating mystical melange, that sets the tone for the dance, wild carefree and full of life.

It was almost as a consensus of minds, all the Belly Dancers took a place around the large dance floor in a wide circle. Each girl took the basic Cantaliver pose, backs arched gracefully with their left leg slightly bent in front with their right leg steady as the base, their hands lightly crossed at chest level with the zills on their fingertips held at the ready. The zills, the finger cymbols, snapped open and closed quickly on each woman's fingertips, the sounds were strange and yet hauntingly beautiful, as the Belly Dancers started to to undulate their bodies to the rhythm of the music.

Susy concentrated on letting her mind and body free allowing the rhythm of the music to take over. The music was perfect, it was almost as if the dancers could wrap themselves around each beat. Susy's dance was drawing the attention of every male in the room, just as Michael had planned, her fluidity of movements were so graceful that even the other dancers intent on their own dance noticed.

Michael and others milled around the floor and although his mission was firmly set in his mind, Michael allowed himself one quick glance at Susy, her steps were so light and quick to the fast paced music and from the expression on her face she was lost in the euphoria of the steady beat of the dance.

'She is so beautiful and she's mine.' Michael thought with a sense of possesiveness that he had no right to feel, then gave himself a mental shake, she was only part of the mission and not his...she was the distraction meant for the others not for him. Michael slipped into mission mode and stealthly slipped unnoticed around the corner and down the hall, all the guards had flocked to the main hall watching the beautiful Belly dancers and leaving their posts unmanned.

Michael ducked into a small alcove and tapped his comm link in his ear. "Birkoff, I'm in the clear, where are the documents being held?"

"Michael, the documents are in a safe at the end of the hall, in Mohammed Ajjee's private office." Birkoff spoke matter of factly and Michael listened carefully as he started towards his destination, the hallways were empty.

"Birkoff, are you sure that the documents are in his safe, there are no security guards guarding this door."

The sounds of Birkoff tapping away at his keyboard filtered through the comm link and into Michael's ear. "Oh man...there is a reason that there is no guards, Michael. The entire room is nearly impenatrable, if the intel is correct we received from Stedman then there is infrared security beams across the floor and the safe itself is touch sensitive, and connected to enough alarms that make Fort Knocks look like child's play."

Michael stopped and said in a quiet yet impatient voice, "Can you get me inside? We haven't much time, Birkoff, the dance will be over soon."

"I know, I know...give me a second." Birkoff franticly worked at the multitude of computers around him and shouted mostly to himself, "Yes! I knew it, come to pappa! Okay, Michael walk up to the door, but do not touch the door knob, there should be a panel to the right of the door, punch in these numbers: 6, 8, 2, 5, 9, 0."

Michael casually walked over to the door and punched in the numbers on the control panel and waited as the door gave a loud clicking sound as bolts withdrew from the door and the alarm turned off. "Birkoff, are all of the security systems down, I don't want any surprises."

"Yep, Michael...you have a green light, the coast is clear." Birkoff said and sat back in his chair casually munching on a strawberry Twizzler.

Back in the main hall, Susy listened intently with both joy and trepidation, as the music rose to a crescendo. It seemed as if well rehearsed by all of the Belly Dancers, their hip scarves covered in multitudes of tiny bells and coins chimmed in time with the building music, they shimmied their hips and did snake arms in undulating movements all the while slowly lowering themselves backwards to end the exotic dance with their knees on the floor and their bodies bent gracefully back towards the floor.

Mohammed Ajjee stood up from his throne as did all of the guests in attendance and clapped vigorously while the Belly Dancers stood and made polite nods of their heads to first their host then towards the crowd. Susy, felt a tremor of fear as she watched the other girls leave the floor to join their Masters, but as her soft doe brown eyes scanned the room she couldn't find Michael anywhere.

A large clammy hand attached to a meaty arm encircled Susy's shoulders. "Ah, my pet....it seems as if your Master has left his prize to fend for herself." Vidal Farhim said with a wicked laugh. "Not to worry your pretty little head my sweet....I'll take very good care of you."

Susy rolled her shoulders as she shook off his offending arm saying sarcasticly, "I can take care of my self thank you very much, and he WILL return for me shortly."

Vidal Farhim's face grew red with anger and he brought back his arm to slap Susy across her face saying with indignation, "How dare you talk to me like that you wench, I can have anyone I wish!"

Susy raised her head bravely, locking her warm brown eyes on his cold black ones, bracing herself for the slap that never came. Just as Vidal Farhim was about to strike her face with his hand, a body appeared beside Susy and a strong hand caught his wrist in a vise like grip. Michael had returned.

Michael's grip on Vidal's arm tightened and the man moaned in agony as Michael spoke, "How dare you strike my property! No one lays a hand on what is mine, do you understand me?"

Vidal Farhim was beyond talking and could only nod his head in response, as Michael let go of his arm and moved around the now ignored man. Carefully, Michael took Susy's hand into his and brought it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. Michael's sea green eyes locked on Susy's brown ones as he asked, "Did he harm you?"

Susy felt herself drowning in Michael's soulful eyes and said softly, "No, but he would have if you hadn't shown up in time."

Suddenly, the room was filled with the sounds of alarms and the panicked voices of the guests as guards with AK47s took positions and blocking the two entranceways to the main hall. A servant was brought into the room and thrown in front of Mohammed Ajjee, his knees striking the hard marble floor so hard that Susy flinched for the poor man's obvious pain.

"What is the meaning of this...this commoner being brought before me? What is all of this disruption for, who has triggered the alarms? I want answers now!" Mohammed Ajjee shouted as he slapped the arm rest of his throne in his ire.

Susy slipped her delicate hand into Michael's strong reasurring one and gripped tightly, something was definitely off and from the looks of it the shit was about to hit the fan. Trying to be subtle, Susy bent her head so that she could whisper into Michael's ear, "Michael, what's happening?"

Michael didn't say anything, but squeezed her hand twice, the signal that there was a change of plans. Susy gave the barest of nods and turned her attention to the spectacle before them and had a really bad feeling that this scene was going to go from bad to worse really quickly.

The servant bowed his head to the marble floor as his Master shouted above him, "I want answers now, if this mangy worthless curr has them make him talk!"

Two large guard pull he man up by his arms and hold him pinned between them, as if he actually had a place to run thought Susy vaguely. The servant spoke hesitantly, "Master, I was sent looking for your steward, Nihat and found that the door to your private study had been opened and Nihat's dead body lying in the floor in front of the open safe."

"WHAT?!" Mohammed Ajjee's voice rose in anger.

"My safe has been opened...NO one leaves my palace until I find out who has done this, be it a servant or....a spy."

After declaring his wishes he turned towards his guests and says, "Forgive the interuption my friends, but important matters take me away from my very own Birthday party."

Mohammed sighed deeply then said, "We shall continue the party tomorrow, but for now I ask each of you to adjurn to a room for your own safety." With that said, Mohammed Ajjee turned and walked over to the nearest guard, withdrew his sidearm and shot the cowering servant with one shot through the head.

Mohammed Ajjee, then gave the gun back to the guard before walking away and calling over his shoulder. "Clean up this mess!"

Vidal Farhim walked over to Michael and Susy and bowed, a look of respect and hatered battled in the thin tall man's black eyes as he looked at Michael. "Follow me and I shall show you to your chamber."

Michael said nothing but followed with Susy close behind him. The room that they were led to was elaborately furnished and fit for a king himself, with a stiff bow Vidal Farhim left them to their own devices and closed the door. Michael let go of Susy's hand and moved about the room searching for listening devices while Susy walked over to the King sized bed and sat down on the red and gold sheets.

"So, Michael is it safe to talk?" Susy caught Michael's eyes and he nodded his head.

"Did you kill the man in the study?" As soon as the words left Susy's mouth she started to laugh and Michael raised a single eyebrow in her direction.

Susy was giggling almost uncontrolably as she said in between giggles, "Sorry...didn't you ever play Clue? Mustard...in the library...with a candle stick?" Susy placed her hand over her mouth and took slow deep breaths until the laughter stopped then said trying to keep a straight face. "I just couldn't help myself, I guess my sense of humor kicked in when I needed to cope with what is happening."

Michael walked over to the bed and stood in front of Susy, his hand reached out and lightly brushed down the side of her soft cheek. "Susy, you have kept your cool and have done as well as any trained Operative could have done in a situation such as this." Michael tried hard not to let the moment replay in his mind, but found himself thinking back to walking into the room and finding Vidal Farhim about to strike Susy, such anger filled him that he had wanted to snap that little worm's arm but knew that was not the time nor the place for it.

Susy felt a tremor of desire race through her body as she realized exactly where they were and that they were finally alone...well almost except for Birkoff in Michael's comm link. "So, what happened?" Susy needed to keep her self occupied or she started to fantasize about what they could really be doing in a big bed like this...Mmmm...Michael's strong naked chest glistening with sweat as he rose over her....

Finally, Susy brought herself back from her fantasy with a shake of her head and realized that Michael had been talking. "Uh, could you say that again...I was distracted." Susy said with a shrug and a smile.

Michael looked at Susy for a moment and wondered briefly what that secret smile of hers was for, then filed that thought away to examine later.

"When I opened the door to Mohammed Ajjee's private study, the safe was already open and a servant's body was laying dead in a puddle of blood before it, someone had already stolen the documents. Birkoff informed me that there was a secondary security grid that was hidden under the one he had disengaged and that I had only five minutes to make it back to the main hall before the alarms sounded... and the rest you know."

Susy frowned as she said, "If you don't have it then who does?"

Michael shrugged out of his coat and laid it on the couch across from the bed and said, "I have a few suspects, but I will not be able to follow any leads until the palace is quiet and the guests are asleep."

Nodding her head Susy took off her white veil and zills and laid them on the bedside table, then turned back to Michael and said, "If we can't do anything until later...what are we going to do meanwhile?" Susy's eyes widened as she realized that it sounded like she was making a move on Michael, maybe she was subconsciously but she hadn't meant for it to come out the way it did.

Michael smiled and held his hand out to Susy and said, "I do believe that I missed your dance, so that means you owe me one." Susy tilted her head to the side and gave Michael a teasing smile as she said as she placed her hand into his, "So which would you rather have...me Belly Dancing for you or you dancing with me?"

Without warning, Michael pulled Susy up against his hard muscular chest, his arms were like iron as they wrapped around her waist, yet she was not afraid...no she always dreamed of being in Michael's arms, she was in heaven. Michael's green eyes were darkening with his growing desire as he said, "I want you in my arms....to feel your body against mine."

Michael eased back a little so that Susy could place her arms around his neck, pressing her body intimately against his. "I have wanted the same thing all night." Susy said in a breathless whisper. 'Please, don't let Birkoff interrupt this time.' Susy thought to herself and said out loud, "Michael, what about...uh..Birkoff?"

A wickedly handsome smile crossed Michael's face as he tapped his comm link and said, "Birkoff, I'm going dark for an hour, Micahel out." Michael looked over at Susy and then took the comm link out of his ear and placed it on the bedside table beside Susy's zills, then started to sway his body and Susy's to music that only they could hear.

Susy nearly groaned aloud as Michael long hard thighs brushed against her inner thighs as they danced so closely. Michael heard the soft sound and glanced down at Susy's tempting rosey lips, then gave into temptaion and captured her mouth with practiced ease. Gradually their slow dance became only a slight sway of their bodies, as their kiss remained unbroken, one kiss blending into the next until neither one could tell if that was the same kiss or a new one. The passion that flared between them was hot and fierce and stole what little resolve that they both had to resist the other.

"I want you, Susy...all of you." Michael said in his soft French accent as he drew back from their kiss. "Tell me you don't want the same and I'll stop."

Susy's mind was hazy with desire, but as his word penetrated her consciousness and she slid her hands down his lower back and pressed his body more firmly against hers saying, " Don't you dare stop....If you do, I think I'll die."

Michael's hand slide up from her waist to cup one of Susy's full breast and kneaded it teasingly before sliding under the gauzy material to roll her nipple into hard tight bud. "Then I better not stop..." Michael's talented fingers undid the fastening at the back of the bra and slipped it off of her shoulders and threw it onto the floor.

"You are so beautiful, Susy!" Michael said in awe as his head lowered to take first one nipple into his mouth then the other, ravishing her with a mix of bites, suckles and gentle kisses. Susy's hands treaded into Michael's thick brown hair and held him tightly to her as wave upon wave of intense pleasure raced through her body.

"Oh god...yes!!" Susy through her head back and cried out as she felt Michael's hand sliding down her waist to push her harem pants down her legs.

Susy kicked them the rest of the way off and paused as Michael drew in a shocked breath. Susy had forgotten that she hadn't worn her panties with the outfit because out of all of the clothes Section provided, they had missed providing her with underwear so she had gone without it.

"Susy..." Michael turned her name into the most erotic of caresses as he worshiped her body with his hands and mouth. Slowly inch by torturous inch he lowered his face till his mouth was level with Susy's belly button and he traced it lightly with his tongue before dipping it inside.

Susy gasped in surprise and her body shook with such desire that she nearly screamed in her fustration. Impatienly, Susy pulled at Michael's stilled clothed shoulders saying, "You have too much clothes on....it's my turn now!"

Michael stood up in front of Susy and started to unbutton his shirt when Susy stopped his hands saying, "No...I said it's my turn..." She smiled teasingly as she lead him over to the bed and sat him down on the side. Michael watched as Susy started to slowly unbutton his shirt and place soft light kisses over every inch of skin exposed, he was already aroused before this but now he was painfully so. Michael groaned and pulled Susy away long enough to quickly undo the last buttons and toss his shirt onto the floor, not caring where it landed, then quickly moved to removing his pants.

"I wasn't finished playing!" Susy pouted then had to smile as Michael said in a passion roughened voice, "We'll have time to play later..."

Michael's hands cupped Susy's butt as he pressed her softness against his aching arousal, and rolled them over on the bed so that Susy lay beneath him. Susy looked up into Michael's face and felt herself being drawn into his beautiful green eyes that looked like the sea during a storm....a passion storm.

"Susy, I need you so much...but I don't want to hurt you." Michael said barely above a whisper as he parted her thighs with one of his own.

Susy smiled tenderly up into Michael's face and reached down between their bodies to grasp his member in her hand and gave him a teasing squeeze saying in a sultry voice, "Michael, less talk...more action!" and guided Michael into the entrance of her sweet honeyed warmth.

Susy gasped in surprise as she felt Michael push inside, he was much larger than she had imagined and she gasped and clutched at his shoulders, "Please...come inside!" At her request Michael thrust deeply inside and they both groaned in pleasure as he sank as far as he could then reversed and pulled nearly all of the way out.

Susy shook her head side to side saying, "Michael! Don't leave...oh...yes!" As Michael thrust deeply inside and kept up the teasing pace drawing them both closer to paradise.

Michael brushed Susy's auburn hair to the side and alternately suckled and kiss the rapidly beating pulse on her neck, drawing out a small cry from Susy as he took the skin into his mouth to nip sharply.

The sensations of Michael's mouth loving her throat and his body buried so deeply in hers was sensory over load, but she needed more, so she raised her legs up to wrap high on Michael's waist to deepen the angle of his passionate thrusts. Now, the pace grew more heated as they both raced to that moment of absolute oneness.

Michael grasped Susy's butt and started to grind himself deeply into her welcoming body with each thrust, knowing that she was nearly there, he reached between their bodies and found her jewel and caressed it in small tight circles.

"Oh...Michael...YES!!" Susy arched her back off of the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she drew her nails sharply down Michael's back marking him as hers.

Michael shouted his release as he felt Susy's nails score down his back, his world dissolved in a blinding flash of passion as he emptied his essence into her, leaving them both spent, sated and happily exhausted.

Gently, Michael rolled them to their sides and wipped a strand of sweat soaked hair from Susy's beautiful brown eyes and said, "That was incredible...."

Susy smiled and blushed saying, "I could say the same for you."

Michael's smile faded as he sensed that they were no longer alone, "Susy, don't move...we have company." Michael said as his hand reached under the pillow for his glock. A blood chilling sound of hissing filled the room and Susy had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, someone had let a snake lose in their room and from the sounds of its slithering it was a big one.

A king cobra had been somehow released into their room, it stood to it's impressive height swaying side to side as it opened it's hood, flicking it's forked tongue rapidly tasting the air. It slithered closer to the bed on Susy's side, it sensed the heat that rose from both Susy's and Michael's body from their love making and it's head started to dip towards Susy's back, it's mouth opening to reveal a nightmarish set of fangs.

Susy knew that it was behind her, her skin was crawling and she wanted to move, but Michael held her still and quiet as he aimed the glock with the silencer and killed the snake with one quick squeeze of the trigger. As soon as the snake was dead, Susy moved closer into Michael's embrace.

"How did it get into our room? Who would want us dead?" Susy said in a hushed voice as her face was pressed close to Michael's naked chest. She got her answer but not from Michael, as the lights turned on and she saw Vidal Farhim standing with two of the palace guards at his sides.

"My dear, don't take it personally but you and your Master are in my way. I know who he is and what he wants, you Michael Sammuels are after these documents right here, aren't you?" Vidal Farhim held out a plain looking folder with the symbol of the United States of America on the front.

Luckily, Michael had a silencer on his glock so Vidal hadn't noticed the weapon yet, his gaze had been locked lustfully on Susy's naked form. The glock was hidden from Vidal and the guards' view by Susy's body. Michael tried to let Susy know what he intended on doing with his eyes, but couldn't tell if she understood what he needed her to do.

Vidal continued talking oblivious to the danger he was in, sure in the safety of his own two guards against a seemingly unarmed naked man and his beautiful woman. "Perhaps, I will spare your life Susy....you could become my newest play thing." Vidal Farhim's laugh was like that of a nail down a chalk board.

Michael brought up his glock and fired first at one guard then the other killing each one without a sound as Vidal's back was turned. Michael smiled as he waited for Vidal to turn around, then killed him with one shot through his cold heart. As Vidal's lifeless body hit the floor the look of shock was still evident on his face, as Michael walked across the room and removed the documents from his hand.

Opening the folder, Michael looked at the papers and then quickly shut the folder and walked back towards the bed and Susy saying to her, "We'll be leaving soon, you'll need to get dressed." Then he picked up the comm link and placed it back in his ear and gave it a tap. "Birkoff, the documents have been recovered, we'll need a distraction to get us out and to the nearest egress point."

Susy listened only half heartedly as she got dressed. The mission was over, the documents had been safely recovered and she got her wish of being made love to by THE Michael Sammuels. She was glad the danger was over but she didn't want to say goodbye to Michael.

Michael turned back to see Susy's far off look and he knew for a fact that they were sharing the same thought, he didn't want to let her go either. Quietly, Michael walked around the bed and stood behind Susy and placed his arms around her waist, laying his head on her shoulder. "Susy...it's time to go."

"I know, Michael....but...I just don't want to say good bye yet." Susy managed to say softly.

Michael heard the explosions and gun fire fill the palace and he said, "Let's get out of her first and then we'll talk...okay...I promise."

Susy nodded her head and followed Michael out, she only remembered bits and pieces of how they got out of the palace, her mind and heart were lost in the special moments they shared in each other's arms and the reality that she may never see him again.

"Susy, watch out!" Michael shouted a warning to Susy, as they were heading towards the Section black van, just as the doors open Michael caught Susy about the waist and they both fell through the van's door as an explosion rocked the palace behind them.

"I bet this is a Birthday that Mohammed Ajjee will never forget!" Birkoff said with a smirk as he helped Susy to her feet.

Susy sat down on one of the side seats in the van and Michael sat down beside her, but not close enough to touch. It felt as if a million miles were already between them and she hadn't even left for home yet.

Turning towards Michael, Susy said, "How am I going to get home, Michael?"

Michael looked at Susy and she saw his mask drop down to reveal the man she made passionate love, to shining through his green eyes and he smiled sadly saying, "This way..."

Susy looked at him puzzled and gave a small cry as she felt something stick into her upper arm. She turned her head to see Birkoff remove a syringe from her shoulder, "Sorry, Susy...we have to do it this way...sweet dreams, Princess."

Susy wanted to talk but she couldn't form the words and the world started to spin around her, but her last words were for Michael's ears only, "You promised..."

The sounds of birds singing work Susy from her sleep and she woke up in her own bed dressed in her night shirt and her Belly Dancing outfit of black and green lay on the chair beside the bed. "No...it can't of been a dream, it felt so real!" Susy got up from her bed and wandered into the bathroom and stopped and stared into the bathroom mirror, there as bold as day was a hickey on her neck. Susy raised her hand to touch it and smiled saying to herself, "It wasn't a dream....I was really with Michael!"

A knock sounded at her front door and she put on her dark blue satin bathrobe and walked over to the door, then peeked through the view screen at a delievery man with an arm load of red roses. Susy, cautiously opened the door with the chain still in place and said, "Yes, can I help you?"

The delivery man smiled and said, "These are for you."

Susy opened the door and the man gave her an arm load of red roses and started to turn away, but she called out, "Don't you want a tip?"

The man turned back and said, "It's already taken care of!" Then he disappeared down the hall and down the steps.

Susy closed the door and took a deep whiff of the red roses' perfume and smiled as she placed them into a crystal vase and sat them on the front table. It was then she noticed the card nestled in the front and picked it up and read it out loud, "I'll see you at 8 pm....I keep my promises. Love M."

Susy smiled and held the note to her chest and said, "Maybe, some dreams do have happy endings."

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