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Date Posted: 22:26:29 01/11/02 Fri
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KT
's message, "Window to the Soul 2 - More (splitting the thread *as requested by Sanlin*)" on 21:52:29 01/11/02 Fri
Window to the Soul 2 - Part 85a (Warning: NC-17)
By KT
Copyright January 15, 2001
Michael let the comforter fall away as his eyes devoured Nikita's slender form. She was thinner, but her body still had its lithe lines and wiry muscle. He raked his gaze from her face to her feet and back again, and when his eyes finally reconnected with hers, their spark had smoldered into embers. Nikita breathed softly as Michael's hands caressed her shoulders, then slid up the sides of her neck, his strong fingers cradling her head as his thumbs stroked her cheekbones.
Nikita closed her eyes as he kissed her with soft exploration, yielding as Michael pulled her closer, his hands straying down her back, her skin rising in goosebumps. His tongue was gently wreaking havoc, and Nikita felt her bones beginning to melt. She shivered when she heard Michael's soft groan, so very like her own, and their breath mingled in the warmth of the kiss. Michael drew back, slowly opening his eyes, their liquid fire like a silver mirror to her own. Nikita's face reflected an inner glow that was beginning to grow within her. She stared at his mouth, her finger tripping lightly over his lips.
Michael smiled in his solemn way. His voice came out in a hoarse whisper. "I'm so... happy for you."
Nikita's expression clouded. "I was so discouraged, Michael. I doubted every day."
"I know." Michael recalled how he had felt her pain and depression as if they were his own, but hadn't told her for fear it would just make her feel worse.
Nikita knew now how much in tune he had been with her. "You were right there with me, weren't you? The whole time. Even when I sent you away."
Michael drew a finger under her chin. "Especially then. Leaving you alone, to sort things out, was much harder than I thought it would be." He looked deep into her eyes. "I wanted to be with you every day... but... I had to respect your wishes and hope that I wouldn't lose you."
Nikita was silent in the wake of his confession.
"And I had to let Gray help you. You should have heard Walter scold me for letting the two of you go out to lunch every day. He told me I was asking for trouble. But I told him. I was just doing the job."
Nikita's eyes fell as she recalled her confrontation with Gray. "I understand... now. You had no choice." She looked at him. "And I thought that I didn't either. But I did."
A smirk played about the corners of his mouth as he circled her waist with his hands. She was very warm.
"Do you always do everything the hard way?"
"Yes." His hands were very distracting.
Michael continued, focusing his attention on her legs. "And then there was Jamie."
"Jamie. Yes. He explained everything to me." Nikita's voice was becoming dreamy.
"Me too." His pulse was racing as his hands moved up her sides, the light touch of his fingertips brushing against her ribs until they met with the swells of her breasts. Michael watched as Nikita's eyes closed, her body so very alive to his touch. Her head dropped back... his mouth found the hollow at the base of her throat...
Michael abruptly stopped his actions and Nikita froze. "What?"
He rose and left the room. A minute later, the sounds of "La Mer" floated in very softly from the living room. Michael entered and moved toward her, his hand extended.
"Dance with me?"
Nikita cocked her head. "Are you trying to seduce me, Michael Samuelle?"
He reached out and grasped both her hands, pulling her up onto her feet. Nikita swayed as she felt her legs responding unsteadily to the weight of her body. Michael reached around her before she could lose her balance, and Nikita found herself cheek to cheek in his embrace, her skin warming as it came into full contact with his.
They moved together, making a circle of very small steps as their hands rediscovered the hidden places of sensuality, the erotic topography of sensitized flesh, lips meeting and parting again and again with slow open-mouthed kisses.
The sound of the telephone halted them in mid-step. Nikita spoke as their eyes opened.
"Don't answer that..."
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