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Date Posted: 11:41:38 03/28/01 Wed
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's message, "It's Absurd (crosspost from Leigh's AU/HR Board)" on 11:24:57 03/28/01 Wed
Chapter 7: Hot On The Trail… (Rated R for suggestive dialogue and adult themes)
Nikita actually managed to become quite engrossed in the movies. She didn’t watch them end-to-end, but fast-forwarded to parts that caught her interest. She had scanned both ‘A Fish Called Wanda’ and ‘Nine ½ Weeks’ before she heard Michael’s voice float down to her from somewhere upstairs in the apartment.
"Ni-ki-ta." It was a soft, sensual command. "Come to me."
She quickly stopped the videotape and barely remembered to start the CD player before, dressed only in her white cotton panties, she embarked on her quest.
As she moved to the bottom of the stairs leading to the second floor of her apartment, the song "truly, madly, deeply" by Savage Garden played in the background.
I’ll be your dream
I’ll be your wish I’ll be your fantasy
I’ll be your hope I’ll be your love
Be everything that you need
I’ll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong I will be faithful
‘cause I’m counting on
A new beginning
A reason for living
A deeper meaning (Yeah…)
Nikita’s eyes widened slightly when she saw the strange trail lining the staircase. Foil-wrapped Hershey’s Kisses, M & M’s, cinnamon hearts and other confections mingled with Michael’s Elmo boxer shorts! The silk boxers trailed enticingly across two steps, leading upwards.
I want to stand with you on
a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
Nikita touched the boxer shorts briefly. Black silk she noted, pleased with the soft, sensual feel of the fabric against her fingertips. She then followed the candy trail further up the stairs, pausing occasionally to scoop up one of the sugared treats and pop it into her mouth.
She stopped once more when she came to Michael’s Elmo T-shirt slung across the stairs. Lifting the T-shirt to her face, she rubbed it against her skin and breathed in the warm, sensual scent. The powerful, exotic masculinity of him still clung to it.
Nikita growled deep in her throat and continued up the stairs, more determined than ever to complete her treasure hunt.
And when the stars are shining
brightly in the velvet sky,
I’ll make a wish to send it to heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the
Pleasure in the certainty
That we’re surrounded by the
comfort and protection of
The highest powers
In lonely hours
The tears devour you
The candy trail led into the bathroom. Sensing a trap, Nikita proceeded with eager, intrigued steps, managing a strange mixture of cautious abandonment. She pushed open the bathroom door, noting the warm glow of candlelight, and surveyed the interior.
I want to stand with you on
a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
Her eyes adjusted to the glowing candlelight, and she gasped, leaning against the doorframe for support. "Mi… Mi… My God!" she managed before falling speechless once again.
Oh can you see it baby?
You don’t have to close your eyes
‘Cause it’s standing right here
before you
All that you need will surely come
Michael was reclining, apparently naked, waist deep in a heated tub of chocolate sauce! Arranged amongst the candles, near the bathtub, were bowls filled with strawberries, almonds, chocolate wafers, and assorted candies. Cans of whipped cream, flavored syrups, and steaming carafes of gourmet coffees were also on hand.
Michael sang directly to Nikita, his aquamarine eyes glowing in the soft candlelight. His voice was warm and sensual and wrapped itself around her trembling form like delicate, caressing fingertips:
I’ll be your dream I’ll be your wish
I’ll be your fantasy
I’ll be your hope I’ll be your love
Be everything that you need
I’ll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do (Mmm-hmm)
I want to stand with you on a
mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
Michael smiled enticingly and patted the side of the bathtub. "Don’t just stand there, Nikita. You’re letting all the heat out! Do you know how difficult it is to get chocolate sauce exactly the right temperature? Come on in, ‘Kita," he invited, obviously enjoying the stunned expression on her face. "The chocolate’s fine!"
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Chapter 8: Just Desserts (NC-17)
Nikita’s body was beautiful, with its cream-colored complexion and fair, soft skin. This vision, combined with the sight of her white cotton panties dipping, slowly into a dark pool of chocolate, sent pleasurable shivers up and down Michael’s spine.
Nikita settled at the other end of the spacious, old-fashioned, claw-foot bathtub, facing Michael. The chocolate bath felt delicious, smooth and thick, brushing like hot, liquid silk against her skin. Her legs, thighs, and belly tingled pleasantly.
"Ooh. I’m taking my baths like this from now on," she sighed blissfully.
"Don’t be too hasty," Michael grinned. "It’s not that easy to come by three cases of chocolate sauce.
Nikita’s face took on a mildly puzzled, thoughtful look. "How did…?"
"I arrange all this?" Michael finished. He blinked owlishly. "I owe… favors… to Birkoff and Walter."
"You’re not the only one," Nikita giggled. She reached one hand down into the rich, deep chocolate bath, intending to seek out Michael’s candy-coated shell. Her questing fingers came into contact with… briefs?
"You sneak!" Nikita slapped Michael across the chest playfully, leaving a warm splash of chocolate across his muscular torso.
Michael smiled. "You can have your dessert, now, Nikita… But you’ll have to wait until I dish out my… dessert.
Nikita’s lips formed a comical pout, then her expression changed and she said slyly, "Well, I suppose it’s not a bad thing. If I get my treat before my trick…"
"Mmmnn. Speaking of treats…" Michael reached out, grabbing one of the cans of whipping cream. He shook the can and then sprayed Nikita’s breasts with delicious layers of coolness. He dipped two almonds in chocolate, one for each breast, and placed them like candy nipples on top of Nikita’s heaped piles of whipping cream.
He dipped a strawberry in chocolate and whipped cream and then painted the outside of Nikita’s lips with the confection.
Nikita licked her lips and greedily took the strawberry, and the fingers holding it, into her mouth. As she sucked Michael’s fingers, he moaned softly.
In response to her provocative actions, Michael bent forward and licked his hot tongue over her cream-covered breasts.
Nikita cried out, wrapping her submerged legs around Michael’s chocolate-dipped waist, pulling him closer. She held his head between her hands, stroking his soft, curly hair, and dripping chocolate onto his cheeks, chin, and neck, in the process.
Michael continued to lick circles and lines around her breasts, crunching the two almond nipples between his teeth before greedily seeking out their real counterparts.
Nikita moaned as Michael took a bottle of raspberry syrup and poured it over her breasts and stomach. He lifted a second bottle, peach-flavored this time, to her lips and squirted a fine, sweet spray of syrup into her mouth. Nikita rolled the syrup over her tongue. She sampled it like wine and then she offered her lips to Michael.
Michael devoured her mouth, savoring her peach-flavored tongue. He broke off his deep kiss to sample her raspberry breasts. He definitely preferred her real, almond-flavored nipples to his candy creations, and teased her breasts into awareness with his tongue and warm, chocolate-dipped fingers.
Nikita leaned back against the end of the tub. She sighed and closed her eyes, completely relaxed.
After a moment, she opened them again. Her sapphire orbs were drawn irresistibly to Michael’s amused, but intensely passionate, jade-colored ones. They took turns feeding each other chocolate wafers, M&M’s, and cinnamon hearts, taking small sips of Hazelnut Cream coffee in between to clear their palates.
Michael pressed his advantage, placing a shower of kisses along the delicate line of Nikita’s throat.
Alternately, he kissed and licked the hollows of her neck. Then he bent down, nipping and grazing her breasts with his teeth. Nikita greeted his efforts with soft, appreciative moans.
Michael could sense the pleasure building in Nikita’s trembling form. She closed her eyes again and slid lower into the tub. He wasn’t ready to release her so easily this time. He broke off his attack and pushed himself back towards the other end of the bathtub, waiting for her reaction.
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Chapter 9: Sex And Chocolate (NC-17)
"Michael?" Nikita’s voice sounded small and disappointed. ‘Just when things were getting good,’ she thought.
Her eyelids fluttered but, before she could open them, Michael began his insidious new assault on her weakened defenses. He stretched out one of his nimble feet underneath the flowing sea of chocolate sauce and placed it snuggly against the soft, submerged fabric of Nikita’s panties. He dug his toes into the cotton cloth, searching out her center, and began stroking deep circles through the cloth into her concealed, and formerly protected, flesh.
"Oh, Michael!" Nikita grasped the sides of the tub with her slippery, chocolate-covered hands, arched her neck and tilted her head back, moaning. Michael massaged her nether bud, until he felt her beginning to shake and tremble, moved by his efforts.
He eased off, running his chocolate-dipped toes slowly up and down the length of Nikita’s belly, breasts, and neck. He stroked the long, graceful curve of her throat, massaging her neck with his foot and rubbing his toes against the sensitive, pulsing beat of her carotid artery.
He moved downwards, stroking the gentle curve and soft undersides of her breasts. After brushing the heel of his foot over the tops of her breasts, he pinched one of her nipples between his toes, giving it a playful squeeze.
Nikita groaned appreciatively, then sighed as Michael changed tactics again and dug his toes into her bellybutton, working scrumptious circles into her flesh.
Nikita couldn’t take this torture passively any longer. She fought back by taking Michael’s foot firmly in her chocolate grasp. She licked her hot tongue over his heel and extended the line of her tongue up and around, to the underside of his foot, moving gradually from the bottom of his foot to the tips of his toes. Triumphantly, she took his big toe into her mouth and began sucking it, hard.
Michael groaned. He started breathing heavily and struggled to regain control of his trapped foot, but Nikita was merciless. She took more of his toes captive in her mouth and alternated between sucking and nipping them. The more he struggled, the harder she pressed her advantage, stroking his hard, chocolate-covered chest and silken, submerged thighs softly with her right hand.
"Ni-ki-ta," he gasped, struggling to control the involuntary reaction in his manhood that Nikita’s attentions were producing.
Nikita released his foot without warning and bent forward until she captured his mouth with hers. She tasted the depths of his mouth, and then broke off the kiss, licking her hot tongue over his chocolate-covered chin before returning to take his bottom lip gently between her teeth and biting it passionately.
"Michael," Nikita’s voice was thick with emotion. "I want you."
"Soon." Michael suppressed a groan. He was having trouble controlling his breathing. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest and his face felt hot and flushed.
His entire body burned with an impossible desire, an unbearable need for his angel. He fought back a shudder, wrestling with his feral passions. But he found himself suddenly desperate to wrap himself in Nikita’s warm, living light.
"We should… clean up… first," he managed, his voice sounding, even to his ears, rather weak and breathless.
"Michael, this is no time for housekeeping, " Nikita admonished, slapping his chest playfully.
"Just a shower…" Michael breathed.
Nikita carefully considered the potential benefits and rather intriguing possibilities presented by sharing a shower with Michael. Rapidly, she acceded to his suggestion.
Michael began draining the chocolate from the tub. Hastily, he pushed back bowls, candles, and dishes, to make room for their shower.
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Chapter 10: Clean Up (NC-17)
Nikita stood under the warm spray, slicking back her flowing, golden hair.
Stealthily, Michael approached her from behind. He pulled off his black briefs. They slid off easily, soaked by the cascade of water spraying from the shower nozzle, and freed his body from the final trappings of clinging cloth and man-made materials.
Michael reached forward, silently tugging Nikita’s panties down around her ankles.
She stepped out of them, accidentally brushing along the length of Michael’s muscular torso, powerful thighs, and burgeoning arousal with her soft body, as she did so.
Michael groaned. His length responded eagerly to Nikita’s open invitation. He pressed her body forward, pushing her out from under the hot stream of water flowing from the showerhead. He moved his hands around in front of her moist, dripping body and down, caressing her soft hips and stroking her firm, flat stomach. Then he cupped her silken mound with his skillful fingers and began exploring carefully between her legs. He growled, growing increasingly feral in his pleasure, his arousal jumping in response upon finding her already warm and wet; ready for him.
Michael thought as long as he and Nikita were in the same room, or on the same planet, they would always be ready for one another.
He judiciously stroked and rubbed the hidden flower between her legs commandingly, seeking out her secret depths. He found, and touched, the wellspring of her pleasure, teasing her with his slippery hands and fingers, just to be sure. Nikita whimpered and began trembling in response, pushing backwards against his sleek, hard body.
Michael grabbed Nikita by the shoulders and pushed her forward, pressing her body firmly against the wall. Now both of them were released from the hot rain still spraying from the shower overhead. Gently, he kissed her back, tasting the warm shower droplets clinging still to her sweet, delicate flesh, and caressed her curving shoulder blades. He nipped her neck sensually; eliciting more small sounds of pleasure from her as he encircled her waist with his strong, muscular arms.
Nikita closed her eyes, moaning softly, and prepared herself for what… she knew… was coming… next.
Michael’s hands reached up and played with Nikita’s breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened under his silken touch. He bent his head around to lick and lave her sensitive peaks, running the sharp ridge of his thumbnail over her neglected bud while he pulled at the other one with his teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure until Nikita purred in satisfaction.
"Michael!" Nikita’s voice was thick with desire. "Take me… Now!"
"Ma chere," Michael nuzzled her ear, taking her earlobe gently between his teeth and then licking it sharply.
He smiled, hearing Nikita’s abrupt, appreciative intake of breath.
"Michael!" Nikita used her hands to brace herself against the slick wall. She was trembling uncontrollably and feared she would lose consciousness, if Michael teased her much longer.
Michael couldn’t draw out this sweet torture another moment. He had to be inside her. Without warning, he entered Nikita and began to take her; relentlessly thrusting, partially withdrawing, and then thrusting again. Moving deep within her, he established a smooth, measured rhythm. He moaned, unable to contain his pleasure as he guided Nikita towards completion, wrapping his arms around her and cradling her soft, delicious curves against his powerful frame.
"You feel so good," he gasped as he stroked into her, striking all the sensitive spots along her walls, feeling her silken warmth wrapped and clinging around his length. It was like his brain was exploding with impossible sounds and colors. His body shuddered, unable to process the overwhelming sensation of being inside his angel, wrapped within her goodness and light, loving her, filling her with his desire and igniting in her soul the same feral need that burned within him.
Nikita responded silently. She caressed Michael’s hot, hard length internally, increasing the friction along his shaft and her walls, gripping him, releasing, and then squeezing him harder.
Michael moaned, continuing to play with Nikita’s supple breasts. He bit her nipples stingingly, and then soothed them by swirling circles around her areola with his hot, seeking tongue. Caressing her hardened quads and flat stomach, he moved deeper inside of her, rotating his hips to give her deep, hard thrusts. Her sharp groans and short, panting breaths spurred him to ride her with increasingly feral intensity.
Their heartbeats merged, falling into rhythm with their bodies. They matched each other, stroke for stroke, and redoubled their efforts, magnifying each other’s passion and pleasure.
"Michel!" Nikita moaned urgently, feeling her last traces of self-control slipping away as Michael’s magnificent length burned within her. He was striking her core so perfectly that the sheer pleasure of his pounding rhythm threatened her sanity.
Michael, suddenly overcome by hearing his true name spoken by his beloved’s perfect lips, thrust harder, deeper, and faster, inside Nikita. He moved them both irresistibly towards the sensuous wave approaching them.
Nikita reached out and grabbed one of Michael’s hands, bringing it to her lips. She took his fingers into her mouth and sucked them, hard. At the peak of her pleasure, she bit the tips of his fingers and cried out, "Michel! Cher Michel!"
Michael moaned his response," Oui… Oui! Ni-ki-ta!" He knew it was time.
Nikita gasped. Her body shuddered pleasurably as Michael made a series of quick, finishing thrusts. He pushed relentlessly, his manhood hard and demanding deep within her. Then he thrust, deepest of all, and his seed exploded; hot, liquid pleasure tearing at her trembling walls. His essence filled her; body and soul. She cried out sharply, a sound echoed by Michael’s own incoherent scream. They were both simultaneously overcome by their act of creation and destruction.
Sated, exalted, glistening with perspiration, they leaned against each other for support, breathing heavily. The shared-soul lovers, bodies entwined, remained still, bathed in each other’s warmth and light until they could move and breath as separate beings once again.
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