"Michael?"

"Yes?" he whispered the word in Nikita's ear before nibbling on her delicate lobe.

Nikita almost purred with pleasure. Michael knew how to set her body on fire. When he had suggested a bubble bath to relax them both after an exhausting mission, Nikita hadn't for a moment suspected how erotic it could be. Silly SILLY girl. She giggled as Michael's lips left her ear and glided down the length of her throat. She still couldn't believe that she was pouring champagne into the bath water. Michael's idea of a bubble bath was far different from her own. Far better. And she could tell he liked it for his erection was growing against her soft buttocks. "Michael...." Nikita repeated, as his lips began a descent down her spine.

He sighed. "You already said that, mon amor," Michael reminded her.

"Sorry," Nikita replied, as she emptied the champagne bottle then reached for another. But Michael snatched it from her reach. Nikita opened her mouth to protest, but caught her breath when Michael poured champagne over her breasts. Then he turned her in his arms and began licking at her nipples. Nikita felt her body quiver. They weren't even in the water yet and she was ready to explode.

"What did you want to say?" Michael prompted between licks. He didn't really care what it was, he simply enjoyed the effect he was having on Nikita. Fair was fair, after all. The effect she had on him boggled both his body, and his mind.

Nikita leaned against Michael, fingers sliding into his hair as he fell to his knees. She bit her lips as his tongue swirled around her belly button, then she moaned, deep in her throat as Michael nuzzled at the wet drops of champagne that glistened in the blond nest between her legs. "God..." Nikita breathed. "What are you doing to me?"

Michael lapped at Nikita's sweet nether lips before replying. "God has nothing to do with this," he whispered. In one, smooth, motion Michael was on his feet and sweeping Nikita into his arms. Then he stepped into the tub.

"Mmmmm..." NIkita sighed as the hot water caressed her burning flesh. She was amazed by Michael's strength for he sat down in the tub without releasing her. A moment later Nikita found herself facing Michael, her thighs draped over his. She could feel his hardness throbbing against her wet heat. "Make love to me," Nikita begged. Those were the words she had been trying to say for the past five minutes.

"My pleasure," Michael responded, even as he reached for the half full bottle of champage. He almost smiled as he studied the beautiful woman sitting in his lap. Nikita was like a goddess. Almost too perfect, for even her flaws were perfection. The scars and bruises that mottled her fair skin were easy to see in the clear water. Michael preferred Champagne bubbles to soap bubbles. Soap bubbles would have obscured his view.

Nikita watched Michael watching her and she smiled. "Make love to me as if there were no tomorrow," she beseeched him.

Michael sighed softly. "There is no tomorrow," he stated softly. "Only now. This moment. Only us." He raised the champagne bottle to his lips and took a mouthful. Then he leaned into Nikita and kissed her, letting the champagne spill from his mouth and into hers.

"Mmmmmm...." Nikita knew that the nectar of the Gods could not have tasted any sweeter. She buried her fingers in Michael's hair and kissed him till the world seemed to spiral around her. And it was only then that she realized that Michael was inside. They were truly one with each other. They fit together like hand in glove and moved as one rhythmn. Then her universe exploded into flames of ecstasy and there was nothing, and no one, in her universe but Michael. And a half full bottle of champagne. Once she had floated back down to earth, Nikita reached for the bottle, a wicked smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes as she took a mouthful of the bubbly delight.

THE END....

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