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Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 35


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Diane
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Date Posted: Wednesday, November 03, 09:50:20pm
In reply to: Diane 's message, "À la Vie!" on Tuesday, October 19, 01:16:54am

Michael and Nikita held hands all the way home in the back of the limousine. Twining and untwining fingers, rubbing each other palms with their thumbs. “Hand Dancing” was the phrase that popped into Nikita’s head. She stifled a giggle. They pulled up into Nikita’s driveway, and Michael gave the driver instructions for taking him and O’Brien to the airport Thursday afternoon. They stepped inside the kitchen, where Nikita automatically kicked off her shoes and Michael threw his suit jacket and tie over the chair in the living room. Nikita snagged two Pepsis from the fridge and joined Michael on the couch, where he was lounging with his stocking feet on the coffee table. He’d probably already forgotten where he left his shoes. He took the Pepsi with a smile, popped open the top and drank deeply from the can. Nikita joined him on the couch, sitting as she usually did, with her long legs pulled up behind her.

“Did I ever tell how beautiful you are?” he asked.

“Not tonight,” she responded with a smile.

“Well, you are. Beautiful.” He took another swig of Pepsi before placing the can on a coaster. “Where did you get that dress? It’s incredible.”

“Actually, it’s Carla’s,” she answered, smoothing the dress down her thighs. “It looks different on her, though.”

“I’ll bet,” Michael snorted. “Find out how much she paid for it and I’ll pay her double. No one should ever wear that dress but you.” He ran his hand lightly over her bare shoulder before returning it to his side. How could she ever have thought that he wanted her as a sister?!

Nikita shivered at his touch, but it wasn’t with fear or apprehension. She didn’t know what it was, but she wanted to feel it again. “Michael,” she asked boldly, “will you kiss me?”

Michael lifted his hand again and ran his thumb over her brow, then gently across her lips. “Are you sure you want to start something we can’t finish?”

“Why can’t we finish it?” she asked, holding his thumb to her mouth and kissing it softly.

“You’re not ready,” he told her gently. “I want your first time to be truly wonderful, with no doubts and no fears.”

“I’m not a virgin,” she reminded him.

“Yes you are,” he said softly. “You’ve been raped. You’ve never make love before. I want to make love to you Nikita, but not until you’re ready.” He leaned in swiftly and kissed her. Nikita pulled away sharply. “See what I mean? You’re still afraid, even of me.”

“That was just a knee-jerk reaction,” she protested. “Try it again. I’m ready this time.”

“You need to be ready every time. You need to want and expect it If and when that happens, we’ll move on, but not before.”

“Deal,” agreed Nikita. “Seal it with a kiss?”

Michael threw back his head and laughed. “You’re incorrigible.”

He leaned forward to kiss her, and Nikita did not pull away. She met his kiss with one of her own, and Michael felt an electric current run through his body. He placed one hand on the nape of her neck to hold her closer—she flung both arms around his neck and did the same. Michael gently ran his tongue across her closed lips. Nikita gasped, but she didn’t pull away. Encouraged, Michael slowly slipped his tongue between her parted lips—just enough to touch the tip of hers.

Nikita wasn’t sure if she liked this new sensation or not. Michael hadn’t removed his tongue, so he clearly enjoyed it. Nikita decided to experiment. She slid her own tongue into Michael’s mouth. He gently sucked on her tongue, and she could feel the sensation down to her toes. She returned the favor, and Michael deepened the kiss. All righty, then. This was definitely on the “OK To Do” list. Michael broke the kiss, and Nikita sighed in disappointment.

“I want you to do something,” he said solemnly. Nikita looked at him warily. “I want you to touch me.” Nikita began to feel panicked. The tongue thing was nice, but surely he wasn’t telling her to— “I want you to touch my chest through my shirt. Do you think you can do that? Say ‘no’ if you can’t, and I’ll understand perfectly.”

Nikita didn’t even realize she’d been holding her breath till she let it all out in a rush. His chest. She could to that. She’d even seen his chest bare before. Okay, that was twenty years ago, but the concept wasn’t completely foreign. She took her hands from around Michael’s neck and laid them palms down on his chest. His heart was beating as rapidly as hers! She ran her hands up to his shoulders, then down the side along his ribcage to his smoothly muscled abdomen. She splayed her fingers and ran them up his shirt, but stopped when she felt two small, hard knots. Oh my God! She had touched his nipples! She started to jerk her hands away, her face crimson, but Michael held them there, trapped. “It’s okay, Nikita,” he said with a grin. “I told you you were a good kisser.”

Michael picked up her hands them and brought each of them to his mouth, kissing her palms. “I think that’s enough for tonight. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.”

“You enjoyed yourself? Really?” Nikita questioned.

“Are you kidding?” he said, grinning broadly. “I just made out with a super model, and I’m spending the night at her house. It’s every teenage boy’s dream come true!”

They both laughed, and wrestled on the couch. Nikita won. Michael was ticklish.

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