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Date Posted: 15:47:23 03/30/01 Fri
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by Kate
's message, "Things My Mother Taught Me" on 19:49:51 03/29/01 Thu
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Always take advantage of an opportunity.
Nikita woke up slowly the next morning, aware of Michael moving around quietly in their room. He smelled clean, damp and soapy from his shower and she smiled lazily.
"Awake?" She felt him lean over and kiss her good morning.
"Mmmm," Nikita murmured back. She felt him trace her left eyebrow and kiss her temple.
"We didn't get much sleep last night. Why don't you go back to sleep and I'll take a cab to the train station?"
"Are you complaining that I kept you from your beauty rest by making mad, passionate love to you all night?" Nikita stretched, eyes still closed. Sore muscles twinged and she felt a little twist of discomfort in her hip joint. She stretched out her leg, easing the slight pain.
"No." Michael kissed her again.
Without opening her eyes, she looped her arms around his shoulders. Then she smiled bigger when she realized he didn't have on clothes. "Ha. I caught you before you got dressed." She opened her eyes and looked straight into Michael's gentle green ones. He was wearing a towel and nothing else. Nikita tried to frown. "You're wearing more than I am."
Michael didn't answer, but he untucked the towel and Nikita reached for him. "Michael," she said, but she might as well have said "Mine," her tone was so possessive.
He kissed her lightly, then a little deeper, and Nikita purred with pleasure, her momentary discomfort forgotten. "I love waking up like this."
"Mmmm," Michael agreed, slowly lowering onto the bed. "Wish you'd come with me to Madrid."
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or so my mum always said," Nikita gasped as Michael trailed a finger down her side. "Besides, it's only one night."
"I don't like being without you."
"M-M-Michael ..."
"Hush ... Milla," he warned softly, and Nikita, feeling like she was about to go up in flames, pulled him closer.
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Had either Michael or Nikita bothered to look in Milla's room, they would have seen they didn't need to be quiet. She wasn't there.
She'd woken up at 4.30. Unable to get back to sleep, she stared at the gray square of sky she could see from her window and stretched languidly. Two cats on the foot of the bed warmed her legs and she slowly rose, trying not to disturb them.
Her hand was healing nicely. It throbbed and itched a bit every now and then, but it didn't really hurt. Hopefully her mother would take her stitches out today ...
Milla quietly went to the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her wiry hair, and returned to her room to dress quickly in sturdy boots, thick cotton pants and a sweater. She glanced out the window; the sky was lighter and she would have to hurry if she was to make it before sunrise.
She patted her cats, grabbed a light jacket and quietly left the apartment, pausing for a minute by the front desk. She had forgotten to leave a note in her bedroom. She pulled out a piece of hotel stationary, scribbled a note and then grabbed a candy bar and an apple from David's stash under the desk. She felt a little bad about abandoning David to the morning desk duties; usually they shared them. This wasn't the first time she'd slipped out to watch the sun come up over Pompeii, though, and he'd been very nice about covering for her.
Be back by 10. Sorry to stick you with the front desk duties, but I'll do your shift tomorrow. I'm taking your car. Milla.
She put the stapler on the note so it wouldn't blow away, then took the keys to David's automatic car, which was the only one she could drive with her hand.
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