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Nikita had prepared a tray of fruit and cheese to go along with the wine she had been saving for a special occasion. She was humming to herself as she put on her make-up. It was almost time for their "dinner date."

They had been snowbound for the last two days since the mission ended. Birkoff had advised them to sit tight at the ski lodge until the weather cleared enough for egress. Besides, they had totally wiped out the members of Dark Crystal. Unfortunately the intel they had gotten was basically useless.

She blew out the candle and left the bath for the kitchen. She returned carrying the tray of food and the wine. The one good point of the mission was that their cover of being a newly married couple had not been compromised. When she entered the bedroom suite of the chalet her breath was taken.

Every candle in the room was lit and soft music was playing on the battery radio. The fire was crackling and room glowed with warmth. Even though they had lost power during the sudden snow storm, they still had candles and a fireplace. Kita had to admit it was a great setting.

Michael had spread out a plaid blanket on the floor and set two places complete with wine glasses and napkins. "He must have done this while I was putting on my make-up." she thought. He was sitting in front of the fire adding a log. The flames accentuated the red highlights in his hair. He turned to face her. The glow of the candles made his eyes sparkle. He smiled slightly.

"Right on time." he said. She looked gorgeous. Her eyes were pools of blue; the only thing marring her appearance was the hint of a bruise on her right cheek. It had been necessary for Michael to slap her to keep their cover for the mission. Unfortunately it had bruised her cheek. "Here let me help you." He took the tray and the wine and sat them down. "You look beautiful. The bruise doesn't look so bad." he said as he took her hand and sat down.

"Why thank you, a little make-up does wonders. You are quite handsome too." she said and meant. The black sweater made his chest look massive. God he was so sexy.

"Could you open the wine?" she asked. As he poured two glasses, they nibbled on the snacks of cheese and fruit. The long moment of silence was broken only by the soft jazz on the radio and the crackling of the fire. Michael began to caress her cheek. "I'm sorry about the bruise. Does it hurt much?"

She shifted to face him. "It's okay. I'm used to bruises. They heal quickly." she mumbled. Suddenly she was feeling shy and she wasn't sure why.

"I know you're used to bruises; but, I'm not too used to being the one to cause them. I don't like hurting you." The unspoken hung in the air. She fought the urge to pick a fight over that remark. Instead she chose to get dessert instead.

"Are you ready for dessert?" she asked as she stood up.

"Where did you get dessert?" Michael asked.

"I'll never tell. Just wait right here, I'll go get it." She dashed into the kitchen. When she returned she was carrying a bowl of strawberries and a bowl of whipped cream. She also had a bottle of champagne under her arm.

"You do like strawberries don't you?" she asked. He nodded with a perplexed look on his face sometimes she could really surprise him. "Would you mind opening this? The berries just aren't the same without champagne. They just seem to taste better."

Michael took the bottle and opened it with a pop. He managed to fill their empty glasses without spilling too much on the blanket. He seemed distracted. He handed her a glass and said, "I'd like to propose a toast. To starting over and close friendships." Nikita raised her glass and clinked it with his.

The bubbles tickled her nose and she giggled. Michael looked at her and smiled. He picked up a strawberry and took a bite. Nik shook her head. "No! No, your doing it all wrong." She picked up a berry and dipped it into the cream. She then proceeded to feed it gently to him. "See they're much better with the whipped cream." She sipped some more champagne.

Michael looked at her and was very aware of her closeness. She had an innocence about her that he found intriguing. He refilled her glass and topped off his. "The weather report said the snow should stop sometime tonight." he said.

"Great. Maybe the power will be back on soon." she looked up at him. "Not that I'm ready to leave. I was just thinking about all the people who don't have any other source of heat." She was blushing.

Michael picked up a strawberry and dipped it into the whipped cream. He placed it against her lips and she took a bite. Some of the whipped cream got on her chin. She started to wipe it off with her napkin and he grabbed her hand. He leaned over and licked it off then gently kissed the spot where it had been. "Mmmmm, you taste delightful," he said and kissed her lips gently. When she didn't pull away, he deepened the kiss.

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The roughness of his unshaven beard against her face reminded her of his ruggedness. He had to be the most sexually exciting man she had ever met. Their tongues danced against each other. He drew back and caressed her cheek. "I'm really sorry about the bruise." He said and kissed the offended spot.

"It's really okay." she said. She ran her hands through his hair and caressed his ear. "You know I just love this little hoop earring. It is so sexy. I think you should keep it after the mission." She leaned forward and ran her tongue down his earlobe. She then kissed the soft skin at the base of his ear. "Mmmmm, very tasty. You know you taste as good as you look. I was wondering if that was possible." she giggled. She was tipsy and she knew it.

She rained little kisses softly across his cheek. When her tongue glided across his lips, his intake of breath was sharp. "You know, the first time I saw you, I wanted to do that."

He placed his finger on her lips. She drew back and looked hurt. He dipped a strawberry in whipped cream and held it to her lips. She took a bite and began to chew, he leaned over and kissed her. The taste was unbelievable. Kita could taste the tart sweetness of the berry and cream and the salty sexiness of Michael. It was so sexual. It was like tasting forbidden fruit.

"I think dessert is the best part of the meal, don't you?" Michael asked before he kissed her again. His hands grasped her head and pulled her to him. This time his kiss consumed her with hellfires. Pure hot passion flowed between them.

"Michael, what are we doing?" she asked breathlessly.

"Getting to know each other better." He growled and kissed her again. "Why? Do you want me to stop?" he asked his voice was pure whiskey. His eyes were black with desire. "Because if you do, you need to tell me now!"

"No, don't stop." She said and reached for his hand. "Your hands are so strong. I've seen you break someone's neck now you're teasing me within an inch of heaven."

Lifting his hand to her lips, she slowly kissed the base of each finger. She dipped her finger into the cream and smeared it onto his index finger. Slowly she licked it off. She then ran her tongue down the sides and closed her lips over the top. She began to suck his finger very deliberately. While drawing it in and out of her mouth, her eyes locked with his. Once again Michael inhaled sharply through clinched teeth.

He kissed her hard and passionate. Slowly, she was lowered to the floor and he began to push her sweater up. Little fire-bomb kisses rained all over her stomach.

He straddled her and pulled her sweater free. Suddenly he stopped to drink in the sight. His sweater came off in one quick move. The sight of his hard chest was breathtaking. She ran her hands over the expanse of his chest. "God you have a hard body." she mumbled.

He straightened his length out on top and kissed her roughly. Hands were in her hair and down her body. She was aching with need. She could feel the degree of his desire against her leg. He was laying on top of her now, kissing her hard. Rolling him onto his back, she took control.

As she did she began to caress his nipples and kiss each one in turn. His groan was more of an animal sound. She began her decent raining little spots of fire down his washboard stomach.

He looked down as her tongue licked the place where the waist used to be on his pants. A sharp intake was his only response. She continued to hold his eyes while she pulled his pants off. Then she returned where she had stopped. Her hands then continued following the arrow to its exclamation point ending.

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One hand then traveled down his leg while the other grasped his limb. A wicked little smile crossed her face for the first time. "Do you like it so far?" He nodded. She stroked him, then took him in her mouth.

His eyes closed and he exclaimed, "Oh God, you're torturing me!"

She stopped and withdrew, "I can quit at any time."

"No, please!" he gasped. She resumed, as a deep rumbling in his chest signaled his pleasure. She still did not take her eyes from him. She began to ascend the expanse of his chest with her mouth. When she kissed his lips again he rolled her over and began his own game.

"It's my turn now! You didn't think I was going to let you have all the fun did you?" he growled. "I hope you don't mind; but, I want to enjoy you as much as you did me." He said huskily. His massive hands gently caressed every inch of her body. Dwelling on her most sensitve spots for long luxurious minutes. All the while, he was talking sweetness into her ear.

Little chills covered her. She wasn't cold. On the contrary, these were heat induced. His stubble was scratching her skin. But, she didn't care. It was an interesting rough and soft mixture. With an evil smile on his face he picked up his glass. "Have you ever taken a bath in champagne?" he asked huskily.

"You wouldn't dare!" she groaned. His laugh followed by a cold drizzle was his reply. But, as quickly as it hit her skin, it was licked up. He started at the valley between her breasts and poured a trail of pure pleasure down her torso. As he removed her jeans, he left a trail of kisses to mark the spots where they had been. Kita had never realized that her ankle and the back of her knee were erogenous zones. The trail ended in a breathtakingly intimate kiss that left her screaming for satisfaction.

"Take me! I can't wait anymore! I want you to be a part of me!" she exclaimed pulling him up to her by his hair. He lifted her hips and fitted her to him. Impaling her on his sex. At the moment of entry, she exploded. First with pain then with pleasure. She hadn't realized how long it had been since she had made love. As soon as his rhythm began, she was rocked with an orgasm. Each wave of pleasure seemed to take her higher. She now knew why it was called the "little death." Every stroke seemed to take her breath and stop her heart.

Suddenly the momentum changed, there would be no stopping him now. She was at his mercy. His hands grasped her head and pulled her to him. His kiss consumed her. He was caressing every inch of her body. There was no more time for teasing and seduction. She wrapped her legs around him, grabbed his hair.

All the while, he was exploring her breasts with his mouth and tongue. Faster and faster they climbed to a crescendo. Kita felt he would rend her into halves at any moment. She didn't care. She would die a thousand deaths if he stopped now. At the moment of explosion he grasped her to him. Their screams mingled as he filled her with his love.

"I've wanted to make love to you forever it seems. Slowly and deliberately. But, after your little game just now there was no way it could be slow. You teased me to the breaking point." he growled.

"Yes, but you loved ever minute of it. Didn't you?" she asked in a slow drawl. She felt his slick body against hers.

"God yes! You can torture me anytime." he said as he hugged her tighter. His smile stayed on his face even in sleep. Nikita watched him until she drifted off too.

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