| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 224 - NC-17* |
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Date Posted: Friday, July 22, 08:29:50pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapters 221 & forward" on Sunday, July 10, 08:59:36pm
Michael stood looking out at the sea from the large balcony window in their suite. Adrian and Nikita sat on the sofa. Adrian replaced her tea cup on its saucer and sighed.
“Michael, you must respect what the doctor has told you....after all you did suffer a nasty head wound and your re-occurring symptoms are a direct result from the injury.”
Michael turned to face the two women. “There is no need for me to return to the hospital....I can recover my health here.”
“The doctor told you to rest Michael...stay in bed and rest....not go into computer systems and begin work again,” stated Nikita.
“The so called doctor is no more than a paramedic....he is wrong.”
“I beg to differ,” injected Adrian. “You stated yourself he was a qualified physician, practicing medicine before he had some difficulties with some government officials and drug laws.”
“Mr. Bernikoff has completed the digital footprinting and human traffic intel. He is just finishing the DOD traces. You know perfectly well, Adrian, we cannot wait too long. I have formatted a mission profile to strike the first location and this afternoon, Center’s field agents are arriving. We need a team leader to head the mission.....I will go.”
Nikita rose and walked up to Michael, she reached out and gently touched his cheek. “Please Michael....don’t do this....please.”
Michael stared intently into her eyes. “I must go....there is no one else.” He turned and stood looking out at the sea. A light drizzle fell and in the distance, an approaching fog crept towards the mainland.
Adrian sat quietly, sipping her tea while Nikita edged over to Michael’s side; she stood looking out at the sea.
“I’ll go....I’ll lead the team,” she whispered.
He turned and looked at Nikita’s face, then reached over and brushed away a lock of hair. Leaning in to her ear, he whispered. “No....you should not do this. It is not your fight....I understand how you feel and you must not place yourself in danger.”
Nikita stepped in front of Michael, her steel blue eyes boring into his. “Do you think I’m not capable of leading the team.”
“You are more than capable Nikita.....I .....I do not want to lose you.”
Adrian rose from the sofa. “I will leave you two to discuss this issue....my presence is not required. I’ll be in computer systems with Justin.” She left the room.
Nikita wandered across the room. “What do you mean Michael?”
“I lost you once Nikita....I don’t want to lose you again.”
She swivelled around. “What you’re really saying is that you don’t need me....you just want me....to possess me.”
Michael strode over to Nikita and grasped her by the shoulders. “I will never possess you....part of me wants to, but I have begun to understand what you want.....or....I ‘m trying too. This is very difficult to talk about.....but you are the one who possesses me Nikita....my very being.”
Nikita look down, she could not look in Michael’s eyes; her knees felt weak, there was a tightest in her stomach; she bit her lower lip.
“Well.....it’s difficult for me too.....the way I feel. But how is it different if you lead the team....and you are the one in danger....how do you think I will feel....especially with the head wound you have....never knowing if you will be okay.”
Michael led Nikita to the sofa and held her hands in his. “I sometimes wonder if this whole task is worth the heartache....but I know we must try because our lives will constantly be in danger from the Society....they will hunt us down and kill us....wherever we are.”
Nikita reached up and put her arms around Michael’s neck, pulling him to her. “Then we have no choice....we must do this.....I must lead the team Michael. With your mission profile and tactical instructions on comm, I’ll be fine.” She pulled back and smiled. “We are a team after all.”
Michael lifted her chin, and drew her lower lip into his. She nipped his lip back and opened her mouth as Michael inserted his tongue while slipping his hand up the back of her light sweater. Nikita wore no bra and Michael began caressing her breasts; she moaned and slid her hands beneath his shirt, running her fingers over his chest. Michael pulled them both from the sofa and began heading towards the bedroom; all the while their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. Nikita fell backwards onto the bed, as Michael pulled his shirt over his head and began taking off his pants. Her eyes were riveted to the enormous bulge at the front of Michael’s silk undershorts. Her whole body tingled with anticipation as she frantically pulled off her sweater.
Suddenly the phone rang on the bedside table, and also from Michael’s cell phone in the other room. Michael glanced at the phone, breathing heavily and shook his head. Nikita reached over to the phone.
“Yes.....fine.....take them into the media room....we’ll be there shortly.”
“What?” glowered Michael.
“The Center field operatives have arrived....I suppose we should go and meet them.”
Michael slid onto the bed next to Nikita. “Later....they can wait.”
Nikita grinned. “The doctor told you to rest Michael.....I should not be encouraging you to....well, you know. Good thing the phone rang....you need to conserve your energy....rest and......”
“Don’t tease me Nikita.....I’m very.....I need......”
“Just lie back and close your eyes Michael....let me help you relax....let me do what I’ve been trying to do for months....make love to you.”
“What? But that is not right....I want to please you....to......”
“Here’s your choice Michael - I leave and go meet the field ops, or you lie there and let me ....help you relax.....okay?”
Michael sighed, breathing deeply; he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. Nikita snuggled next to him and slipped her hand into the waist band of his shorts; Michael drew in his breath at her touch. Nikita nip kissed his lips and cheeks as she began stroking his shaft. Michael groaned and fought to contain himself as his hips began to rise with each stroke of Nikita’s hand. His moans became louder as Nikita marveled at his erection growing larger with each stroke. Suddenly Michael shouted as his release coursed through his body; his hips heaving. Nikita watched his face with fascination - at his reaction and amazement at what she had accomplished. All the months they had been together, Michael had never allowed her to take control like this - to relinquish his control. Nikita smiled and kissed Michael’s cheek as he lay recovering his breathing, his eyes closed.
“You okay,” she whispered.
“Yes....thank you,” he opened his eyes. “......devil woman.”
Nikita slid from the bed and pulled the duvet over Michael. “Try to sleep....I’ll go meet the field ops.” She wandered into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, smiling as she turned on the facet, washed and brushed her hair. As she sauntered back through the bedroom, she peeked at Michael: he was sleeping soundly.
‘Mission accomplished Nik....well done,’ she smirked and walked through the suite, heading for the media center and the waiting field operatives.
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