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Date Posted: 10:25:29 01/05/02 Sat
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'chelle
's message, "Heat Wave" on 10:01:34 01/05/02 Sat
Chapter Six
He didn't know where to start. The nightmares. The agony of hearing her cries of pain. The knowledge that in the end, whenever that came, he wouldn't be able to save her? He wanted to tell her everything, but knew he couldn't. Gently, he pushed against her, and felt her slick body slip and then leave his. He felt himself withdraw from her in more than a physical sense, and closed his mind to the hollow feeling of her loss. "No."
Nikita chuckled. "No? Just like that? You think you can just say no and clam up?"
She gave a short laugh, "Of course you can. You're the master of the blank stare."
She pushed herself up and got to her feet. "I'm going to the washroom, see if you can find us something cold to drink will you? I'm dying of heat." She started forward only to stop when Michael grabbed one of her slim legs.
Nikita stared down at his hand on her leg, "Take your hand off me please."
After waiting a beat, he complied. Letting her go, watching her walk away. "Nikita."
She halted, waiting for him.
"We have so little time with each other. We never know when these chances at happiness come, one day you or I will be gone, and the one remaining will only have these memories. It's best to make the most of them while we can." His heart prayed she would understand the words he didn't say. The ones he wanted to tell her but couldn't.
Her back to him, she stayed there a moment. Waiting, hoping for more. When she finally accepted there wasn't anything more coming from him, she nodded her head once, and continued on her way.
Michael sighed and dropped his head back against the couch. Looking up at the vaulted ceiling of the lobby, he tried to think of a better way to explain his thoughts to Nikita. Finding none, he got to his feet and pulled on his pants, moving through the area he finally came across a break room where he found soda, snacks and a tray of ice that hadn't begun to melt yet.
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Nikita found herself back in the washroom, staring at herself in the mirror. Why was she fighting against him so hard? Why did she always feel the need to want and push for more than he was willing to give? He was right, they needed to take the times they had and enjoy them, enjoy each other. Spending the time wishing for what they couldn't ever have was useless, and too painful.
She twisted the knob on the faucet and lowered her head to let the water soak her hair.
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Taking his stash back to their hideout, he saw her there waiting for him. Her hair was wet and she had pulled her shirt back on over herself. Michael laid his bounty at her feet and sat down beside her. "Better?" he smoothed back a strand of wet hair and met her eyes.
"Michael." Her voice was soft and breathy. "I'm trying, really. I want our time together to be as good as it can be, but I can't stop from wanting more."
Michael closed his eyes and bowed his head, "What if there isn't anymore? What if this is all we ever have?"
Nikita reached over to him, bringing him closer to her. He lifted his head and immersed himself in her gaze. With their lips almost touching she smiled, "If this is all we ever have, then we have to be happy with it, and make the most of it." He closed the distance between them and devoured her lips.
She lost herself in his sleek hard body, cinnamon curls, gray-green eyes, possessive looks and loving touches. In 4 short years, he had become the center of her universe, the reason for her existence. Love like theirs hadn't blossomed overnight, it had been growing silently in their hearts, waiting patiently in their souls for centuries.
Michael slowly pulled her shirt off her shoulders, nibbling on the skin as he went. From her neck, to the tops of her breasts, down the valley to her taut stomach. She leaned back and let him have his way with her. She watched him moving around to get a better angle pushing a bag out of his way. "Close your eyes…" He whispered, "…close your eyes…"
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