| Subject: Kiss and Make Up - The Next Bit |
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Date Posted: 00:56:22 12/26/01 Wed
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Genevieve
's message, "More Kiss and Make Up - Revised, but still as naughty..." on 19:35:32 12/18/01 Tue
Just a little note: I was getting so involved in rewriting this story that I was neglecting the story that I *should* have been working on, lol! So I'm quickly posting the rest of Kiss and Make Up before I lose control and start rewriting it again. *grin*
"Lust."
The air around them crackled with awareness, an erotic current flowing between them as the word lingered on his lips.
Nikita opened her eyes to meet his gaze, her heart almost pounding out of her chest. Michael was now kneeling on the bed, one leg still resting between hers. He bent his head down to hers, and slowly traced the outline of her bottom lip with his tongue, one hand gently brushing back the tousled hair from her face.
Her hands clutched, reaching out for him to pull him closer but he put his hands on the bed on either side of her head, holding his body away from hers.
"Michael, please!" It was the strangest thing. She felt like laughing and crying all in the same heartbeat.
"I want you..." His lips were warm against her ear, the scrape of his stubble on her jaw sending an erotic jolt of hunger down the length of her body. He moved away from her slightly, before leaning back down to whisper again in her ear.
"I have been thinking about you every moment of every day for the last month, planning what I was going to do to you when I walked through that door." He was gazing down at her, his heart in his eyes. Nikita swallowed the sudden lump of emotion thickening her throat and reached up to touch his face. There was a wild tenderness in him, his words gentle despite their sexual overtone. He smiled at her, an erotic appraisal that had her toes curling into the sheets.
"However, the mission profile seems to have changed," he remarked seriously. Nikita was watching him almost suspiciously, her heart now hammering dangerously loud in her throat. "You see, I had also been thinking of the last movie that we watched together." She blinked at him, puzzled. "I was thinking about it with you in mind, and..." He paused, a faint hint of mischievousness creeping into his eyes. "I'm afraid that your new possessions have inspired me."
Michael took a deep breath as Nikita's eyes met his. She was literally glowing, the heat from her skin warming him right through to his bones. He wanted her so badly that he could feel his belly shaking with the need of her, a heavy burning ache that would not leave until he could feel her around him. Michael bit down on a groan as Nikita took a gulping breath, the rise of her ribcage causing her breasts to brush teasingly against his chest. The feeling of her nipples, hard beneath her towel, pressing against him was quickly dissolving any last shred of self-control that he had.
"Movie?" Nikita felt as though her mind had turned to cotton wool. She could hardly remember what day it was, let alone the last movie that they had watched together.
Smiling at her confusion, he gripped the front of her towel, untucking the folded edge with deliberately slow movements. It was all Michael could do to keep his hands from shaking as he gently unwrapped the towel from Nikita's body. She watched as his eyes caressed her hungrily, feeling the heat of his eyes as surely as if he was touching her with his hands. Just the way he was looking at her made Nikita feel hot and restless, as though a prickly heat rash was breaking across her skin.
My god. So beautiful. Michael swallowed hard, a low groan coming from deep in his throat. Holding her eyes with his, he lowered himself, arms flexing, until the length of their bodies were touching. Sliding his hands down to her hips, he pulled her hard against him. She gasped with shock at the feeling of his bare skin on hers, her breasts pushed hard against the warm skin of his chest. She smiled in feminine satisfaction as he closed his eyes again, desire all too evident in his face and his body.
"Uh, yes...a movie." Even to his own ears, his voice sounded a little shaky. He still had one thigh pressed hard between her legs, and he could feel the warmth from her sex infusing his body through the thin material of his trousers, his own arousal tightening painfully. The soft gasp she gave as he rocked his hips against hers made him grow even harder. If that were possible, he thought in pleasant despair.
Easing the towel out from under her, he tossed it carelessly onto the floor. Through a haze of desire, Nikita smiled at this little sign of his growing lack of composure. Mr Neat is certainly getting a bit untidy.
Michael suddenly pushed himself off her, rolling his body to one side before ending up kneeling next to her on the bed.
"Turn over, Nikita." The softly accented request sent her heart racing, the blood pounding in her ears. She stared into his eyes, hoping for some clue as to his intentions. He merely gave her a sensual smile that promised much and explained nothing. Running her hands up to his shoulders, she tried to pull him back down to her, but he gently disengaged her grasp before slipping his hands under her shoulder blades and trying to coax her to roll onto her stomach. She resisted momentarily, before he leant down to whisper softly to her. "Please?"
Giving in, she pushed his hands away before smiling sweetly up at him. "I can do it myself, thank you." She held his gaze, watching him swallow hard as she stretched and rolled slowly onto her stomach.
Michael watched her intently, marveling at the play of muscles in her body as she flexed and twisted. To hell with this damn game. He started to lower himself down beside her again before uttering a muttered oath and getting up the bed. No, he wanted this to last. He had twelve hours before he had to be back in Section, and he wanted to use all of them...wisely.
The sudden absence of his warmth made her shiver. What game has he got me playing? I think he's just making it up as he goes along. But she couldn't deny it. She was caught, hook, line and sinker. I just wish I knew the rules.
"Michael?" She knew that he was sitting on the bed next to her, just out of her line of vision. His response to her strangled appeal was only to put his hand on the small of her back to stop her rolling back over.
"Hmmmm?" His hands were moving in generous circles over her back and shoulders, his fingernails scratching lightly every here and there.
Nikita managed a question through gritted teeth. "Which ... movie ... are ... you ... talking ... about?"
"I'm not surprised you don't remember. As far as I recall, you didn't get to see a lot of it."
Argh! Nikita let her forehead smack into her pillow. She furrowed her brow, searching her memory. What movie was he talking about? And what could it possibly have to do with lipsticks and making her lie on her stomach and...
Oh, my God. She had been in the middle of watching a movie when he came home from the Rahman mission two months ago. A movie called "The Pillow Book". Lots of bare flesh and Ewan McGregor writing all over a girl's naked body. And sex. Lots and lots of sex. She'd made him sit on the couch and watch the rest of the movie with her. She couldn't remember watching the end of the movie.
However, she did seem to recall that they had never made it to her bedroom.
She swallowed hard, her hands twisting the sheet in a white-knuckled grip. The flames of desire raging through her were flaring out of control. I must have misheard him. He can't possibly have meant what I thought he did.
Michael watched her face intently as comprehension dawned, and saw the flush of colour race across her skin. His heart was pounding at the sight of her, knowing that she was aching for him as much he was for her. It was intoxicating.
"It's your own fault, you know." The laughter in his voice sent little hot and cold shivers of expectation through her. "You shouldn't have talked so much about how they 'stay on, no matter what'."
Nikita buried her face in her pillow, her face aflame. This teasing was too much. Who would have thought he'd be so damn good at it? Unable to hold her breath any longer, she turned her head, quickly glancing around her room. What the...? Her bedroom was aglow from the flames of dozens of flickering candles.
She'd noticed the glow of candlelight when he'd first danced her out of the bathroom, but this was too much. It looked as though he'd found every single candle she owned and had placed them carefully around her bedroom.
He must have been here for ages before I saw him. Tears pricked her eyes as she took in the fact that even injured, he would do this for her. A sudden sobering thought intruded. He must have heard all the crappy songs that I was singing in the shower!
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