| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 179 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:06:22pm
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's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 175 - 190 - Repost" on Thursday, March 10, 07:46:55pm
The quiet of their room was broken by the shrill ringing of the bedside telephone. Michael’s eyes shot open as he reached over to grab the receiver.
“Yes? Good....tell monsieur Laval I will join him at the front entrance...thank you.”
Nikita stirred, wrapping her arm over Michael’s chest. “What is that about?”
“The charter plane will be ready in one hour...I need to prepare for the flight to Paris.”
Nikita pulled her body away from Michael as he rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom. Nikita admired the view until Michael closed the door and she could hear the shower running.
“Would you like some company....I could wash your back,” she snickered.
Michael yanked open the door and poked his head out. “Sorry, did you ask me something?”
“Yes...want some help in the shower...I could wash your back,” she grinned.
“You are insatiable Nikita....I would love my back scrubbed but I’m afraid the plane would leave without me.”
“But you’re in charge now...the boss...they won’t leave without you.” She flung the duvet to the floor and began padding, naked towards the bathroom.
Michael stood, fighting back a smile. “Next time...okay? You are a temptress Nikita.”
She stopped at the entrance, smiling. “Alright....spoil sport. How long do you think you’ll have to remain in Paris....Alberto could remain in a coma indefinitely.”
“I know...no more than a couple of days...then I’ll return, regardless of his condition...oh...about our discussion before...will you....I mean...I want us to be together Nikita....but will you consider....”
“Yes Michael...I will remain by your side and work with you....but you must make me a promise...once you ....ahh, we locate the Medusa Society...and inform authorities....you will not pursue them....leave that to others.”
Michael reached for Nikita’s hands. “You ask alot....but, yes...I promise.”
Nikita pulled one hand away and began running her fingers down Michael’s chest, reaching lower, she grasped his manhood; which began to grow hard immediately with her touch. Michael pulled her hand away. “Naughty lady....now that you know what effect you have on me.” He smiled, backing into the bathroom and gently closed the door.
Nikita elected to say goodbye to Michael in their room; they stood by the door, kissing passionately. Michael pulled back gently and clutched Nikita’s shoulders through her robe. “This mission will end Nikita....and although you say you have no patience....you must try. Our discussion about you continuing to scan the core intel from MI-6's server memory will help you pass the time...and you could uncover what we are looking for.”
Nikita smiled. “That would be surprising...me locating the Society...but I will continue the work...give me something to do....I might go into the village for a break also.”
Michael reached to scoop up his travel bag and leaned over to kiss Nikita’s cheek. You keep the cell phone we have, I’ll purchase another...and I’ll call you when I arrive.”
“Fine...Michael, be careful.”
Michael nodded and closed the door behind him. Nikita wandered to the patio window and bent over to see Michael and Rene Laval get into a Mercedes sedan; she stood watching until the vehicle disappeared down the access road. She closed the patio door, feeling the icy chill from the sea air creep over her body.
(('I better have and shower and get dressed....then, get to work on the core intel...or.....maybe I’ll go into town and pay Adrian a visit.'))
Nikita stopped before reaching the bedroom and flopped onto the sofa, running her hand through her hair.
(('I never did tell Michael about Adrian....why? We got so off topic about my possibly being pregnant and.....but I have had lots of opportunities to tell him....why haven’t I?'))
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