| Subject: More Kiss and Make Up - Revised, but still as naughty... |
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Genevieve
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Date Posted: 19:35:32 12/18/01 Tue
His lips twitched with the hint of a smile. "I was too impatient."
Oh my. Butterflies started churning in her stomach at his softly spoken admission, chasing away the last remnants of her fear. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes in pure bliss. He threaded one hand through her tangled hair, his fingertips lightly massaging her scalp.
"The mission was aborted. It didn't go quite as planned." That was something of an understatement, but he didn't want to talk about that now. Michael brushed several damp strands of hair back from her face and smiled at her.
“The debriefing has been pushed back.” He pressed a warm kiss to her temple. “And you’re quite right. I am supposed to be in Medlab. However, Operations agreed that I could take a few hours to recover at home.”
She looked at him, startled. He was so close, she could see the darker green flecks in his pale eyes. “You’re joking, right?”
Michael willed his lungs to keep working, trying to ignore the feeling of Nikita's breasts brushing against his chest through the thin material of her towel. A smile that was almost a smirk curled his mouth. "No. I wasn't the worst injured. Our intel was skewed. Medlab was quite crowded today. I pointed out that I would be taking up a bed that could be used by someone more deserving. They agreed to give me a few hours at home to, uh, relax."
His green gaze burned into her as he said the last word, amusement and remembered passion shining in his eyes. He studied her as though they had all the time in the world, rather than a few precious hours reluctantly granted by those who did not wish them well. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs teasing her sensitive ear lobes. A shiver prickled her skin as he bent to kiss her neck, his voice so muffled against her skin that she almost couldn't catch his next words.
“Pick another colour.”
Nikita swallowed hard and hooked her arms around Michael’s neck, hanging on for dear life as his mouth trailed hotly down to the hollow of her throat. His lips were warm and his whiskers rough against her sensitive skin. A flurry of goosebumps danced down her spine, and her towel suddenly felt far too tight across her tingling breasts.
"Why?" She threaded her fingers into his hair, trying to tug his mouth away from its exploration of the hollow between her breasts. As wonderful as it felt, Nikita wanted to feel his mouth on hers. She wanted it so badly that she thought she might scream with frustration if he didn’t stop playing this insane game and kiss her. Now.
Michael lifted his head to drop a feather-light kiss on her slightly parted lips, a simple caress that instantly sent the blood rushing to his aching groin. He saw the frustration in Nikita’s brilliant blue eyes and felt a twinge of guilt. How could he explain why he was taking such delight in teasing her?
The thought of this moment was all that had sustained him through the last four weeks. The promise of her touch, her kiss. The warmth of her body. For a month, he had dreamed of nothing but coming here, pushing Nikita onto her bed and making love to her. Desperately. Urgently. Losing himself in her until he could forget what he had seen and felt on a mission that had gone so terribly wrong.
When he arrived at Nikita’s front door, tenderness and teasing hadn’t exactly been high on his own private agenda. Then he heard her singing. Seen her dithering over makeup, looking as though she didn’t have a care in the world. The blackness of the last four weeks had receded as a wave of emotion had overwhelmed him. God, how he had missed her. Missed everything about her. Her smile, her absurd jokes. Her insistence on singing terrible songs that grated on his nerves even as he laughed at her enthusiastic delivery.
He missed how she made him feel.
As much as he wanted her, he knew then he wanted so much more than just sex, as mind blowing as he knew it would be.
He wanted to feel normal again. Loved. He wanted to make love with Nikita, not just slake his sexual hunger with her. This reunion needed to be for both of them, a chance to reconnect in mind as well as body. He wanted to use every single moment of this stolen time together, to draw out the heady anticipation he knew they were both feeling. The opportunity afforded by Nikita’s new lipsticks and her talk of their staying power had been too tempting to resist.
“We have twelve hours.” The words sounded as though they were stuck in Michael’s throat. His eyes were very dark. “Pick another colour.”
Nikita's heart skipped several beats. I am going to melt into a little puddle of mush at his feet before we even get started, and I don’t think there’s anything in Medlab for that particular complaint.
"Michael..." His name was more of a plea for mercy. Kiss me. Now. Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep her rising desire from spiraling out of control, but it was beyond her. I have no control where he is concerned. And I don't care.
She smiled quietly to herself before sliding a hand down his chest and lightly over his stomach, reveling in the feel of his muscles jumping under her touch. Let’s see just how restrained you can be, shall we? Holding his gaze, she trailed one fingertip along the waistband of his trousers, watching his face and neck flush with colour.
"Nikita..."
Nikita ignored Michael's hoarse plea, only raising her eyebrows at him as she continued her slow exploration of his flat stomach. Eyes locked with his, she trailed her hand lower and lower until she was cupping the hard heat of him in a suddenly unsteady hand.
Nikita felt him jerk and tremble against her, watching with satisfaction as his eyes closed slowly in sensual agony. The low moan reverberating in his chest traveled through her own body, finding an answering tremor deep inside her.
Michael froze, his blood singing in his ears. Her touch was a longed-for torture, her gently caressing hands sending waves of heat and desire through him, fanning out to the very tips of his fingers. Oh god.
Nikita always took great delight in teasing him about being Mr Control. She still seemed to have no idea that, where she was concerned, he spent every moment just trying to distract himself, trying to hang onto his so-called self-control for longer than five seconds.
Nikita gulped down a lungful of cool air as Michael's green eyes flew open, no longer quietly amused, but blazing with an urgent craving as he searched her face intently. Their erotic waltz began again as Michael moved them deftly backwards across the bedroom. Her legs buckled as she felt the edge of her bed against the backs of her knees, and she looked at him in mute appeal. He only smiled, and reached behind her for his jacket on the bed. Coming back to her, he held out his open palm.
"Pick another one...please." Michael breathed the words against her lips, slowly brushing his mouth against hers, a kiss that wasn't really a kiss. He waited until Nikita closed her eyes before deftly maneuvering a particular black tube to the top of the pile in his hand. It was cheating slightly, but he was not above subterfuge in order to achieve this particular end-game.
Nikita blinked at him quickly. I don't believe I'm doing this, she thought, as she shut her eyes and flicked her fingers over the cool plastic shapes. Suddenly impatient for this game to be over, she snatched at the top lipstick. She held her choice out to him with her eyes still closed, and was startled as he let the others drop from his grip. They clattered over the floorboards, the sound making her jump.
"I don't think we'll be needing those."
He sounded very pleased with himself. Heart pounding, Nikita opened her eyes. Lordy. Not only did Michael sound pleased, he looked it. With a feeling of having been outmaneuvered, Nikita reached out to take the lipstick from him.
"What col..."
With a slow smile, Michael held the small black tube just out of her reach. . "Be patient." She could hear a hint of laughter in his voice as he breathed the words into her hair. He put one knee on the bed, his thigh riding high between hers, as he pushed her slowly back onto the mattress. His arms around her back supported her body as he lowered her. The feeling of his hard thigh between her legs made her hips jerk towards him with a longing that was becoming too strong to contain.
She could hardly trust her voice, but she had to know. "Come on - what colour did I pick?" Even as she asked the question, she knew the answer. She could tell by the smile he flashed her. I suppose it would be too much to hope I had picked Vanity or Envy. Even Avarice would have been fine.
He grinned at her, his eyes on her face in a slow burning caress that made her whole body clench with agonised anticipation. A hot quiver started deep inside her, spreading through her whole body. Michael leaned over her, kissing along her jaw, before taking her earlobe gently between his teeth. Nikita closed her eyes in blissful surrender as he whispered the answer into her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
"Lust."
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