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Date Posted: 16:33:49 11/12/01 Mon
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Agent Undercover
's message, "BELOVED INTRUDER" on 16:29:42 11/12/01 Mon
BELOVED INTRUDER
Something woke her up. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting in the darkness to see what had disturbed her from a sound sleep. His tall, dark shape loomed large and forbidding above her, freezing her body into shocked immobility.
“Kita,” the deep French-accented voice whispered. “Are you awake?”
“Michael?” she managed to blurt out as her terrified thoughts began to clear. “What are you doing here?”
Michael leaned over the bed. “I want you,” he said simply.
Nikita’s breath hitched at the naked emotion revealed by his bold words. “Michael, I…I …don’t know what to say. I…”
Michael didn’t wait for her to finish but moved back and began to remove his clothes.
“What are you doing?”
Michael turned, and somehow, Nikita could feel him smiling in the darkness. “I am taking off my clothes,” he said, dropping his shoes loudly beside the bed.
Her throat suddenly felt dry, and she pulled the sheet up tightly. “Michael, I haven’t seen you since the day that you were supposed to be canceled, almost four months ago. You can’t just walk in here and expect to take up where we left off.”
Michael didn’t answer, and as Nikita heard his zipper slide open in the darkness, feelings of panic began to well up inside of her.
“Michael, I said that you can’t expect…” she began, when Michael interrupted her.
“I have no intention of taking up where we left off, my darling,” he remarked in a soft whisper. “Our last meeting together took us far beyond that.”
“What do you mean?”
Nikita could, once again, sense Michael smiling in the darkness. “Sh…” he said moving toward her in the darkness. “There have been too many words between us already.”
Nikita felt the bed go down as Michael slid in beside her. She opened her mouth to protest and gasped as she felt Michael’s lips close over hers. His mouth was hot and greedy as he first sucked and kneaded her lips before plunging his searching tongue into the depths of her mouth. Despite her most valiant efforts, her body refused to resist his practiced assault. In a final attempt, Nikita raised her arms to push him away, but the feel of his smooth skin beneath her fingers brought back memories, which she did not want to forget. What began as an act of rejection turned quickly into a gentle caress, with her hands exploring more and more of his muscled frame with each subsequent touch of her fingers, and she knew that she was lost.
As Nikita began to react to his kiss, Michael moved back to initiate a more thorough inspection of her body. After gently pulling back the sheet, he trailed the tips of his fingers slowly down across her collarbone, inching toward her breast. It did not matter that his hand was separated from her skin by the thin material of her linen nightgown. She could feel the heat of his touch through the linen as his fingers lightly brushed one breast.
Leaning across her, his lips and teeth nipped at the tip of the breast, and a burst of fire leapt to life down deep in her stomach. She trembled as his mouth moved even lower, scalding her with a preview of what was to come. Her trembling increased when he gathered up the fabric of her nightgown and pulled it over her head, leaving her nude body completely open to his touch. Feeling the cool air play across her skin, Nikita moved closer to Michael’s naked body stretched out full-length beside her, and based in the pleasure of his skin nestled warmly against her own.
Sensing her tentative invitation, Michael caught her face in his hands and once again, captured her mouth with his own, invading, searching, and promising nirvana as her body flamed in unrestrained response. Her body stiffened involuntarily as he moved down to her rock hard nipples, drew them into his mouth, and suckled them gently, in turn. Unable to contain her mounting emotions, Nikita eagerly returned his touch, gliding her hands over his shoulders and down his back. While his mobile mouth teased and tortured her straining breasts, her tremors grew and she flexed her nails against his skin mindlessly, causing his muscles to flex and ripple under her restless fingers.
Michael left her breast at last, to scatter a path of soft kisses across her rib cage, pausing only briefly to dip his tongue into her navel before moving even lower. As he reached the thatch of springy hair, she gasped, her fingers digging into the bed sheets in an unrestricted clutch of passion. Using his tongue as a weapon, he dug deeply beneath her curls to tease and taunt her until she was out of her mind with unrequited need. She began to move against him urgently, groans tearing from her lips as her head tossed side to side in blinding frustration. Only then, did he reach down to pull her thighs apart, his head moving even further down her body.
Nikita gasped, as Michael began to plant slow deliberate kisses along the insides of her thighs but stopping just short of the gate to her throbbing need as the ache inside her steadily increased, becoming the focus of her entire world. Nikita’s groans turned into deep animal sounds, erupting unexpectedly from the back of her throat as Michael finally invaded her most secret place, taking her to new heights of unimaginable pleasure. Ripples of pulsating warmth coursed through her veins as her blood rushed to strengthen the power of her endless need, taking her to the very peak of fulfillment.
When Michael pulled away from her, a low scream wrenched itself from her throat as her need because a wild, uncontrollable thing inside of her, struggling to be free. As he moved over her, guiding her gently into position to release her fiery dragon, she threw her arms and leg voraciously around his back, her passion threatening to consume them both. His first thrust was hard and deep, and she welcomed him, tightening around him hungrily. As his passion drove against her, she matched his movements eagerly, her body demanding relief. As his pounding increased, an ancient and primitive rhythm began to build within them, taking them to a place far beyond themselves.
Minute by minute the long driving strokes became an urgent, shuddering crescendo that filled their world and then exploded into a secret dimension of its own, taking them both to the very essence of life itself. The ecstasy flooded over them like a raging tsunami, then ebbed slowly away, leaving small aftershocks that left the couple spent and trembling in quiet reaction. Sated and enveloped in the afterglow of bliss, they lay curved around each other in a contented tangle with their arms and legs entwined haphazardly.
After a time, Michael moved off the bed, and turning on the soft glow of the bedside lamp, began to dress. Nikita sighed contentedly, his movements bringing her slowly awake.
“Michael? Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving,” he said mater-of-factly, pulling his shirt over his head.
“But why?” she asked suddenly awake.
Michael turned to look at her, his eyes deep emerald in the soft light. “To get on with my life,” he replied, without emotion.
“So, what was all this?” Nikita asked in a quiet voice.
“I needed to prove something to myself and to you.”
Nikita hesitated, afraid to ask the final question. “And what did you prove, Michael?”
Michael looked off into the distance, phrasing the words carefully in his mind before answering.
Then, without looking at her again, he moved toward the door, hesitating only slightly in order to voice the words so clearly etched in his mind before leaving the room.
“I don’t love you, Nikita. I never did.”
The End
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