Third Person ~ by catsma

Music: "You're Making Me High" by Toni Braxton.

* I'll always think of you
Inside of my private thoughts
I can imagine you touching my private parts
With just the thought of you
I can't help but touch myself
That's why I want you so bad
Just one night of *

Nikita smiled as she felt his arms slide around her from behind, drawing her close to his lean, muscular body.

"Dance?"

"Ummm...." was her only response as she leaned back into him.

They swayed languidly to the sensual beat, his body pressed close to hers, arms wrapped around her. Her fingers gently caressed his hands, sliding up and down over them, fingers entwining with his, nails over and under his palms.

* Moonlight, with you there beside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby *

"Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?"

He nuzzled her shoulder, his five o'clock shadow rasping against the tender skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Nikita leaned her head back against him, arching her neck in pleasure, eyes half closed. To the man standing across the room, they looked like the perfect couple. Both young and beautiful, her fairness in perfect contrast to his darkness.

He watched intently as her partner drew her closer. One hand sliding across her stomach to rest just under a barely covered breast, the other gliding down her hip to caress the long leg revealed by the thigh high slit of her red silk dress.

The heat between them was almost visible.

* Oooh, I get so high
When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky
You make my temperature rise
You're making me high
Baby, baby, baby, baby *

"Nikita..."

She forced herself to focus. The eroticism of the music and the warmth of his body pressed to hers combining to make her head swim.

"Do you think Michael's going to kill me for this?..." Jack murmured.

Nikita felt his body shake against hers as he tried to smother a laugh.

She looked across the room into a pair of smoldering green eyes. Michael's gaze was like a visual caress. Sliding across her face and down her body, taking in every inch of her. And her partner's hands.

The impact of his eyes left her weak at the knees.

* Can't get my mind off you
I think I might be obsessed
The very thought of you
Makes me want to get undressed
I want to be with you
In spite of what my heart says
I guess I want you too bad
All I want is *

She melted even further into Jack's body. And felt his response. A momentary tightening of his grip across her body. And a muttered curse.

"I sure wish you two would stop doing this, you're losing focus." Jack was having a hard time remembering his role in this mission himself.

Nikita turned her face up to his and smiled slowly. To the casual bystander, it looked like an erotic fantasy come true as she caught his jaw gently in her teeth and nipped.

"Having a problem controlling yourself?" Her eyes taunted his. "Aren't you supposed to be the teacher?"

Jack caught her mouth with his and kissed her slowly, lips sliding across hers, nibbling at her lower lip.

"I can control myself." His taut body against hers gave her the truth. "You and Michael just need to cool it. I'd like to make it out of these lessons alive."

Nikita ran a caressing hand up his face and into his hair, ruffling it.

"Oh, he's a big boy. He can handle it. Don't you think?"

* Moonlight, with you there inside me
All night, doing it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby, baby *

She caught Michael's eyes with her own again, smiling into them -- a taunting, teasing smile that made his blood boil. Her eyes half closed in enjoyment, watching his reaction.

"Jesus Christ. Look at those two. They need to get a room."

Michael heard the comment behind him and almost flattened the jerk. His hands shook with the effort it took to control himself and keep from striding across the dance floor to drag Nikita away from Jack.

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In Between ~ Ranma/Caro

Having to concentrate in order to maintain his control was a new circumstance for Michael. The sight of Jack's hands roaming freely over Nikita, their bodies blending into each others was driving him crazy.

*Damn that Madeline! What kind of sadistic bitch is she to send me on this detail?*

Michael consciously unclenched his fist, forcing his fingers to relax one by one as he timed his breathing in an effort to calm down.

On the dance floor, Jack spun Nikita around so that they were face-to-face and hip to hip. They swayed together in a clothed version of the ancient mating dance. A dance Nikita was supposed to dance only with him, damn it!

~~~~~~~~

Earlier

Michael, as usual, was collected but wary as he responded to Madeline's summons. While never fond of her other office, he secretly had to admit that this lighted aquarium was even worse.

Madeline looked up from her tree trimming as he entered and smiled her Mona Lisa smile.

Instantly Michael went on guard. It never paid to be smiled at by Madeline.

"Michael, so good of you to join me." Madeline stated graciously as if he had casually dropped by to visit.

She waved him to a chair and put down her miniature pruning shears and circled around him to sit behind her desk. For a moment she just stared at him, looking for something.

As usual, Michael stared back, maintaining his long fought-for outward control.

With a sigh she snapped her chair around and called up a file on her computer screen. "I need your help. One of our operatives is coming up for an evaluation and I believe that an exercise in field mechanics is needed before the evaluation begins."

Michael nodded his understanding. "What kind of field mechanics?"

Madeline glanced at him over her shoulder coyly, "A Valentine Op will be conducting the lessons."

At the words Valentine Op, Michael realized that she was insinuating someone's sexual performance needed improvement.

"What would you like me to do?" Michael remembered that Madeline had briefly considered training him as a Valentine Op, but Operations had overruled her due to his high strategic scores and POS rating. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Michael wondered if he should have been relieved when he heard the decision.

"I want you to provide objective opinions and decision making. This operative has quite a bit of skill, but some refinement is definitely needed."

Michael nodded again as he resigned himself to playing vocal voyeur for a few nights. "Who's being tested?"

With a twitch of a genuine smile, Madeline turned her screen so that Michael could see the operative profile she has pulled up.

There staring him in the face, her eyes wide and innocent was ... Nikita.

If Madeline had pulled up Birkoff's file Michael couldn't have been more surprised. He could only stare at the monitor in disbelief, hoping that his face did not betray the violent emotions churning just below the surface.

Nikita? Seduction scenarios? And he was supposed to CRITIQUE? His mind rebelled at the mere thought. Even as he contemplated the thought that Madeline was toying with him, he dispelled the idea. She had no sense of humor that he could see, and he'd been in Section for a very long time...

Schooling his features, he paused for a beat, then raised his eyes from the monitor to Madeline's face. As expected, she was watching him, not the screen. A pale ghost of a smile clung to her lips as she raised her eyebrows in a silent challenge. The ball was in his court now.

Michael understood the challenge… Once again, they were using Nikita to test him. To see if he could separate his personal attachment from his professional responsibility to Section. After all, as he knew from first hand experience, it wasn't as if Nikita needed the training. She was liquid sex… her body, her mouth, her legs… Hell, she made chewing gum look orgasmic. Every time she popped a bubble with her tongue he could feel himself jerk in response. Just thinking about it now was making his pulse race… But if was far to dangerous to go there now. Those thoughts were best left to the realm of sleep…

Willing himself to disengage, he regarded Madeline with a level stare. "What did you have in mind?"

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Voices~Ranma

Michael switched from blazing hot to ice cold water. His body was red and raw-looking from all the scrubbing he had done. It was purely a reflexive action, he knew. He couldn't clean the stench of Section off of him that easily. Madeline's words echoed in his mind, "Nikita needs to sharpen her skills and learn the difference between sex for the mission and sex for sex's sake."

Of course Madeline hadn't considered the difference between sex for the mission and sex for love. Michael grimaced to himself, remembering Madeline's detailed scenario. Didn't that woman have a life?

Nikita, what have I done to you? Michael mentally flagellated himself. If only he'd been able to let her go all those months ago. If only he had been able to stay away. If only he had the strength of character to let her be with someone worthy of her. If only he hadn't made her a target with his need to be with her, to watch her, to touch her.

Michael turned his face into the ice cold stream. To touch her, to feel her smooth silky skin beneath his fingers, to twine his fingers in her hair, to feel her wetness. He sighed and leaned forward so that the water hit the back of his neck. To watch her walk, breathe, laugh. Oh god to watch her laugh! The delight in her eyes, the irrepressible smile, the lightness of her being. Michael's fingers tightened dangerously on the shower neck. Ahhh to watch her!

Although Michael was shivering under the impact of the spray, he turned the knob to increase the cold water into a pounding rain. Nothing seemed to freeze out his desire for Nikita. Not the threat of cancellation. Not the knowledge that every time he touched her Madeline made a notation. Not the bone-deep understanding that this desire did neither of them any good and did Nikita an injustice. Nothing. Nothing could assuage his ... need for Nikita. He is as helpless as a moth, drawn to her internal flame.

And now he will have to critique her in an area that no one appreciated criticism in and do it for the Section. How could he do this to Nikita?

Michael had been under the cold water so long, it was actually starting to warm up as he concentrated on a way to avoid hurting Nikita while making sure that she passed the test.

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Obsession~Caro

(Meanwhile, back at the club…)

Public displays of affection, that's what Madeline had in mind. At least, at first… So Nikita could become comfortable with her new instructor. Well, they looked pretty damned comfortable now he thought jealously. They were still swaying to that breathy song, their steps in perfect unison with the slow rhythm of the music.

* Ooooh, I get so high
When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky" *

Nikita continued to watch Michael as her hands molded themselves to Jack's chest…

Michael could feel her touch on his body as her fingers snaked around Jack, moving lower to cup him and pull him closer. She ran her tongue suggestively across the top of her teeth, her lips puckering in a mock kiss. He could feel her lips against his, felt his own tongue touching his teeth in response.

* You make my temperature rise, oh boy
You're making me high
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I want to feel your heart and soul inside of me
Let's make a deal, you roll, I lick
And we can go flying into ecstasy *

His mouth opened, his eyes widened as she slowly curled her hand around Jack's upper thigh. Stroking… Scratching… Working her way forward until her fingers brushed against the front of Jack's trousers. Michael could feel his groin harden in response. He could feel her fingers on his shaft, teasing him gently… then not teasing him at all…

He closed his eyes briefly, severing contact with Nikita, and ordered his body to behave… But it was too late for that. Opening his eyes to meet her penetrating gaze, he widened his stance and clasped his hands loosely in front in a futile attempt to disguise the effect that she was having on him. Her smile widened, mocking him. Relishing his weakness.

He felt himself grow harder.

Michael watched as Jack gave Nikita a lascivious grin and whispered in her ear. She laughed wickedly, then slowly released his pants and trailed her hand up his arm until it rested at the nape of his neck.

Michael felt the hairs on the back of his neck tingle. He could feel her warm breath as he watched her lean in and slowly, deliberately lick Jack's throat. Her partner leaned his head back, allowing her full access.

She began to nibble in earnest, biting and nipping at Jack's neck, still staring at Michael. She marked one man with her teeth as she marked the other with her eyes. It was a searingly effective menage a trois.

Michael was at a loss. He could feel his breathing escalate, feel his heart beating wildly, and yet he did nothing. He wanted to storm the dance floor and take possession of his woman, yet he was mesmerized by her little game. It was redefining foreplay… He couldn't look away, he couldn't move... he could only remain transfixed by the scene playing out before him. By now, his penis felt like an anvil…

"Damn, would you LOOK at that?" the heckler from the crowd announced from just behind Michael. "She just grabbed his ASS!" He chortled in amusement, not noticing the figure in front of him straighten and flex. His gaze was still focused on the actions on the dance floor. "No, wait, she just grabbed his CROTCH! Shit, why don't they just drop down and go for it on the floor? I'd buy tickets…" He laughed again, feeling as if he was on a roll…

Slowly, methodically, Michael mentally counted to ten. Each number in a different language, each number a different way to maim the man standing just behind. He was well aware of exactly what she was doing, and where she was doing it. He didn't need some cockroach club denizen to point it out for him.

He found himself propelled forward into action by the man's words. Determined to stake his claim, to take what Nikita was so publicly offering. She was HIS, damn it, and if anyone was going to train her in the seductive arts it was going to be him…

* Oh darling you and me
Light my fire
Blow my flame *

He'd give that heckler something to talk about…

* Take me, take me, take me away
And all I really want is… *

With a clinched jaw and determined steps, Michael wove his way across the dance floor to the couple.

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Recruit ~Catsma

As Nikita brought her hands up to Jack's shoulders, she stole a glance in the direction of Michael's last position, but he was no longer there. Twisting around she combed the periphery of the dance floor, but she could not find him through the sea of people, bobbing to the sensuous beat of the music. "Damn," had she gone to far? Did he leave in disgust?

Her thoughts were spinning out of control, but she knew Jack would notice her lapse if she didn't return her attention to him. Nikita swallowed her anxiety and continued to play her part in the erotic dance, but her mind couldn't push back the stinging reminder of Madeline's words to her at the briefing…

~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You want me to do What?"

Nikita almost choked on the herbal tea Madeline had so thoughtfully provided for her. She made a valiant effort to recover her composure as Madeline continued speaking.

"As I was saying, I've reviewed the tapes of the Armel mission and come to the conclusion that you need to work on your field mechanics."

Madeline paused for a moment, she almost had a twinkle in her eyes.

"Your enthusiasm was admirable on that mission but, you lacked a certain sophistication and we need to address that."

Nikita could feel a blush creeping up her neck and fought to suppress it. *Enthusiasm? Hell, after the first five minutes I forgot all about the cameras...*. A shiver ran up her spine as she remembered just how enthusiastic both she and Michael had been that night.

"I've assigned Jack to help you with that."

"Jack?" Nikita had never heard the name before.

Madeline smiled at her. One of her half smiles that curdled Nikita's blood.

"He's one of our Level 5 Valentine operatives and specializes in helping our female operatives refine their field mechanics before their final tests. The reason you haven't met him before is that he normally works out of our Berlin substation"

The door hissed open behind Nikita and she turned her head to look as one of the best looking men she'd seen in a long time walked down the steps and into Madeline's office. He moved gracefully across the room and stood calmly by her desk.

"Jack, " Madeline smiled her Mona-Madeline smile, "I was just telling Nikita about you" She watched as Nikita rose to her feet to extend a hand in greeting. The two operatives made a stunning contrast of dark and light, both tall and beautiful.

Nikita found herself looking up into a pair of twinkling dark eyes. It surprised her that she had to look up. At 5'11" there weren't many men that she had to do that with. His charming smile sent a tingle of warning through her.

Jack could almost read her mind and had a hard time keeping a straight face as he looked into her suspicious blue eyes. He'd heard all the rumors about Michael and his prize protégée and could understand why this beauty had him tied up in knots.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Nikita."

He took her hand in his and brushed a kiss across the back of it, his mouth rasping gently across her skin. Nikita couldn't stop her involuntary shiver of response and Jack noted it in her eyes. *Good! She's a sensualist. That'll make things easier."

Jack had seen the tapes of the Armel mission when Madeline had asked him to refine Nikita. He wasn't quite sure what she was up to, Nikita's field mechanics had seemed fine to him. But, no one questioned Madeline's motives. It wasn't healthy to your career in Section. And to be honest, the idea of playing games with Michael's woman had a certain appeal.

By the time Nikita left Madeline's office thirty minutes later, her mind was in a whirl.

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*Why now? Why test my field mechanics? They've never had a problem with them before. What kind of final test does Madeline mean?*

Suddenly it hit her, and another conversation rushed unbidden into her memory. When she had asked Michael why he chose her for the Armel mission, his first response was that it would give her an opportunity to work on her field mechanics. *God! Had Michael suggested to Madeline that her 'field mechanics' needed refining?* She couldn't believe it; he seemed more than satisfied to her after their passionate encounter during that mission.

Troubled by this unproven thought, Nikita swore that Michael would have no doubts about her 'field mechanics' after tonight. Then, as if by design, Michael appeared in her line of sight.

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Choices~ Dawn

Through shuttered lids, Nikita watched Michael's progress toward them on the dance floor. Shifting slightly in Jack's arms, her body tensed in anticipation. He was coming to get her. His green eyes raked over her body staking his claim. She was his possession. She was his property…and damn it Michael was going to remind her of that.

Catching Jack's lower lip between her teeth abruptly, she tugged and worried the flesh. In return, Michael's face darkened and he hesitated in his stride. Jack's wet and brazed skin puckered immediately as the smoky air engulfed his lip so soon after Nikita let go. Momentarily sidetracked he leaned in to capture her kiss again.

* Take me, take me, take me away
And all I really want is *

That is until he felt Michael's hand jab at his shoulder. Slightly annoyed by the interruption, Jack turned to look directly at Michael.

His answer was one emphatic word. The warning was clear. This was his game. "What."

Slightly taken aback by his response, Michael stood his ground. His hand returned to Jack's shoulder applying increased pressure. Turning his eyes to catch those of the Valentine Operative. Michael steeped with possessiveness and passion.

"May I cut in?" Grounding out his request again, he waited.

Shifting his hips to the left, Jack swung Nikita into the center of the dance floor and away from their intruder. Little movement was needed to propel her since her body was glued to his like second skin. Hips and thighs rubbing, hands roving across all open patches of skin. Jack could feel the changes in her that Michael's appearance had caused. Her skin contracted immediately. Her nipples burned into his chest. He thought again to warn her of the seriousness of this exercise, but stopped. He could use this to his advantage.

* Oh darling you and me *

Moving his mouth across her cheek, Jack flicked his tongue on her sensitive flesh. In a breathless whisper, he got her attention. "Make him work for it. Be in control."

* Light my fire *

Leaning her head to the side to grant him further access, Nikita watched Michael stew on the side of the dance floor. Controlled fury. He stood, trying to decide how to proceed. No one denied Michael what he wanted. And he wanted her. The mental struggle was tearing him apart.

* Blow my flame *

Her body turning to liquid at the thought of being in his arms. The thought of being allowed to tease, to caress, and to touch him. Groaning, Nikita's fingernails racked over Jack's silk enclosed back. Control was something that she lost every time he was near. How could she control her responses, when after 3 years of trying she hadn't been able to? All it took was a seductive glance from his tormented eyes, and she would willingly become his sex slave.

Breathlessly she answered, barely loud enough to be heard over the seductive music. "I can't…"

He slid his hand down her side until he encountered the slit of her dress. He touched the back of her legs with a gentle caress, his fingers roaming around to tease the inside of her thighs. He could feel her excitement. Her heat was intense. And it wasn't for him… that thought propelled him back to reality…

* You make my temperature rise, oh boy
You're making me high *

"Yes, you can. You will. Torment him, then come back to me." His fingers teased her silky skin, touching briefly her moist mouth. Her body shuddered in response…in anticipation. Gripping her tightly, he used her leg to spin her away from him and into the open arms of Michael.

* Take me, take me, take me away
And all I really want is *

Moving to the sidelines, Jack brought his fingers to his mouth. Smelling and tasting Nikita with every breath. When Madeline had approached him about this assignment, he had cringed. Not that he didn't find Nikita breathtaking, but she was Michael's and all knew it. Now he was looking forward to it. To taking her while her lover watched. To bring her to ecstasy, as Michael seethed. To be a fly on the wall as he watched them burn in each other's arms.

* Moonlight, with you there inside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad

Yes, he was starting to like this job…

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Charity ~ Dawn

Music – "Control" by Poe

Being held within the confines of Michael's arms was like coming home. Her nerves reacted immediately upon contact with him, causing her muscles to clench and tighten as every part of her responded to his close proximity. His leg inserted between hers held her captive. A hand pressed against her lower back played with the edge of her dress. He seemed fascinated by the contrast of soft skin and silky fabric as he let a finger slip underneath the red cloth. Lightly raking his nails across her, he felt her shivering response all the way to his toes.

Never before had he been so envious of a simple scrap of material. Her dress clung to her every curve. It slid over her nipples and hips teasing the delicate flesh lying beneath. He longed to be that close, to cover every inch of her with his mouth and hands, to crawl inside her skin, to be one with her.

Throwing a quick glance of deadly warning at Jack who stood off to their side, he turned his attention to the annoying heckler. He really couldn't fault the guy for his excellent taste, and with Nikita securely within his grasp he was going to show them how "HOT", "STEAMY" and "SEX" could be used in the same sentence. Tugging on her hair with enough force to bend her head back and expose her neck, Michael then started his sensual assault on Nikita.

It took a few moments for her body to recover from the pleasure of being pressed up against Michael. She was still dazed by Jack's foray with her body… his fingers affecting her against her will. Holding onto the edges of Michael's crisp black jacket for dear life, Nikita tried to stop her world from spinning. Having him watch Jack touch every part of her had melted her slowly. Watching his eyes turn to green fire as his hands flexed and tightened in response had made her feel weightless. Seeing the telltale sign of arousal show itself proudly against his pants had made thinking an impossibility. Now in torment and silent relief she was pressed against his rigid flesh.

She barely could breathe.

He owned her.

He controlled her…and she better get a grip on the situation soon or she'd be demonstrating a new type of "Spectator Sport".

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Jack watch them. His passion held in check, but just below the surface. He looked on with a calculated intensity. With that, she vaguely remembered what she was here for. Control, pleasure and manipulation. It was time to turn the tables. Time to see how Michael reacted to being played by his personal Angel in a Red Dress.

* Don't you mess,
With a little girl's dream,
'Cause she's liable to grow up
Mean. *

Raking her fingers through his hair, she leaned her head back as he devoured her neck. Pulling him ever so slowly off her, she stalled him with the look of desire in her eyes.

"No…My turn…"

His groan was audible only to her. Yet he allowed her hands to whisper down his arms and encase his wayward palms within her grasp. She moved them slowly from around her body and onto his. Pressing them flat against his sides, she did not stop. Only when they were secured behind his back, did she release him.

* Surprise you to find that I'm laughing?
You thought that you'd find me in tears. *

Moving her mouth a hair's breadth from his ear, she leaned in for the kill.

"Keep them there…"

* You thought I'd be crawling,
The walls like a tiny mosquito,
And trembling in fear. *

Jack was impressed with Nikita's technique. The tension between them could be felt throughout the entire room. They radiated pure fire out on the dance floor. Heat filtered throughout the room as others stopped and stared. She had taken control in a matter of minutes and was seducing him with her body. No hands…no mouth…just chest, hips and thighs rubbing over every part of Michael. She led him in a grinding sensual dance, moving to his side, his front and his back leaving no part of him untouched. Swaying to the music with closed eyes, she conquered the strongest of opponents.

* Well, you may be king for the moment,
But I am queen understand, *

"Holy Shit….take a look at that! What I wouldn't give for one night with her…" The loud uncouth youth barely contained his excitement. Jack instinctively wanted to take him up on his offer. Nikita needed fresh blood to practice on, but now was not the time. Her true test was to be with him and finally Michael. If she could pass the test with them as subjects, no others were needed.

* And I've got your pawns and your bishops and castles
All in the palm of my hand. *

Turning to the dance floor, he grinned. His charge was even more dominant. The look of torment on Michael's face was beyond price. He was straining against his self-imposed bonds, practically begging her to touch him, to grab him, to give him some relief. He followed her body as it moved around his. Feeling a tad sorry for the man, Jack got up from his stool and started to rescue Michael from his pleasurable torture.

Nikita stopped him mid stride with one look that said, "I'm not done."

Standing barely 15 feet away, Jack watched as Michael was backed into one of the columns at the edge of the dance floor. His hands were pulled over his head, as Nikita teased him with her mouth. First his neck, then his ear and finally she sealed her mouth to his, devouring him like a starving animal.

* I am beginning to feel good,
Watching you squirm in your shoes,*

His breath coming in heavy bursts. "Stop…I can't…"

Looking at him through a mist of passion of her own making, she grinned. "Can't what…"

Taking her lips in a kiss and trying to pull his arms free, he answered. "Much more…"

"Of this?" Nikita quickly leaned into him and slid one leg around him. Her dress fell away at the slit, and covered the lower half of both of them. That is it covered all but the exposed skin of her trim leg.

* A small bead of sweat on your brow,
And a growl in your belly.
You're scared to let me through, *

Michael was at a loss for words. Her heat burned through his pants. He could feel her, and all he wanted to do was bury himself in her tight, wet and hot body. He wanted to feel the friction as he moved in and out of her. He wanted to feel her clench at him as he watched her go over the brink.

Michael almost lost his footing as he felt her pluck at his buckle. His button was next. As she slid down his zipper, he got downright worried. Conscious thought left him when he felt her hands on him, stroking him within her palms. He had to stifle a groan as he felt her guide him to the entrance of her heat.

* And I've got your pawns and your bishops and castles
All in the palm of my hand. *

He had to bite back a yelp of frustration as he felt Nikita withdraw, she teased the top of his flesh against her. Both shivered uncontrollably as their eyes locked. Michael rotated his hips to plunge forward into her just as Nikita moved her body out of reach. In pain, he squeezed his eyes shut as she gently pushed his erection back into his pants. Tenderly, she kissed his cheek while his zipper was raised with tantalizing slowness. Leaving him to shift uncontrollably, Nikita left him unsatisfied as she sauntered back to Jack.

* Don't you mess,
With a little girl's dream,
'Cause she's liable to grow up
Mean. *

*************

Escape~ 'chelle

Jack had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from laughing out loud at the frustration so evident on Michael's face. And the contented look of triumph on Nikita's.

She walked up and into Jack's arms, leaning in close, one hand moving up to tangle in his hair, the other going lower to rest on his crotch. "Are we finished here?"

Jack laughed and caught Michael's eye. "Yes, I believe if we stay here any longer… " he trailed off as he realized the fire of retribution in Michael's eyes was directed at him. "I do believe Michael needs to work off some of that 'excess aggression'."

Nikita turned her head and sent a smoldering glance toward the quickly advancing dark angel. God he was beautiful. "I think you are correct." Pushing away from Jack, she linked her arm in his and they walked toward the front door of the club. As they passed Michael, Nikita gave him a cheeky grin and a wink. Michael could only stand and fume.

"HEY BABY… If you ever wanna Tango with me… " The heckler from earlier made a lewd gesture with his hips, and reached out to grab Nikita's arm. Brushing him off like the irritating insect that he was, she continued out of the club.

Michael, already not in the mood and quickly becoming dangerous, smiled in pleasure as the asshole placed his hand on his Nikita. It wasn't a pleasant smile, the only people to have ever seen that smile before had died. Screaming. In agony.

Moving swiftly and without breaking his stride, Michael began his path toward the door after Jack and Nikita, which took him right by the heckler. As he passed, he jerked his arm up and drove the back of his fist forcefully into the man's face. The heckler dropped like a brick and Michael never looked back.

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Not Was~ Wrigley

The dimmed lighting of Section One had never seemed erotic or remotely romantic. But in his present lust-filled state, Michael felt that he could potentially jump anything moving. His skin felt hot, branded; the only hope of quenching the soothing liquid of...

His fists clenched as if to strangle that thought's completion. From his office he could see Jack and Nikita chatting by the briefing table. It seemed for the time being that this mission was over. They had been summoned to de-brief most likely, but Michael had needed some time alone to re-group his thoughts.

But his thoughts had other plans...

Closing his eyes Michael could see the fine, downy hairs at the base of her neck. His mouth watered, longing to bathe them. Taste her - the salty-sweet beads of sweat.

Enough! He chided himself softly.

Nikita's boisterous laughter bridged the way from his office to the briefing area. Seeing him, Jack departed under the pretense of finding Operations, and now there he and Nikita were.

Leaning casually against the table, he tried to act serene. Yet his body yearned for hers at a basic cellular level. Their breaths came in soft, shallow pants as though the air had thickened with their mutual need.

Wrapped in that fatal red dress, Nikita seemed even more alluring, more desirable. In two seconds his mind concocted ten ways of stripping her from that man-breaking attire. He watched her yawn, cover her mouth, flash nails that had scratched his back only moments earlier.

And he felt himself harden. She smelled strongly of sex. He could smell the odd mixture whenever she shifted positions. Restless energy consumed them both. The wait seemed endless. Finally their eyes met. Holding his gaze she lifted his hand and positioned it under her lips.

His fingers contacted soft velvet, then the warm silk of her tongue. One finger then two were plunged into that hot silk. Wetted, glistening, they emerged only to be plunged again. Teeth scraping slightly, while her tongue nursed behind.

Her pupils dilated so that only a sliver of blue remained. Her gaze coveted his attention. And with one swift movement, she stood over him on the briefing table. Silk-clad hips swayed a pendulum before his gaze. Hypnotizing, Tantalizing, moving just beyond his reach.

"Get off of there." Michael ordered weakly, growing dizzy from her mesmerizing movements.

Her head shook slightly back and forth. Rhythm of floating arms, seeking his contact, yet never quite reaching. Beckoning fingers perpetrated his view, echoing her body's frank request. "You want me." She stated.

"Not here." Michael returned, breaking his attention to nervously peer for spectators.

"Here." She whispered, bending forward to provide him yet another enticing view. Licking her lips slowly, her hands weaved the curves of her body. Nipples sprung erect, marring the smooth red surface of silk.

Shaking his head, he breathed "No."

"No," She echoed musically, haughtily. Every move seemed to taunt him, enflame him from the inside out. Turning her back as though to leave him, she strutted the length of the briefing table. Twisting, turning with every other step, arms extending an invitation that each time he barely managed to refute.

Reaching the end of her self-made catwalk, she turned with what appeared to be anger. "It's simple really." She mewed.

A step forward, a sliver of leg revealed then covered. She slowly approached. "I want to feel you hard...

"Moving slowly...." Her hands met at the juncture of her thighs, pressing inward.

"In and out." She mimicked the act, thrusting gently.

"I want to hold you deep." Head tipped back, blonde hair falling to brush her buttocks.

"I want to come around you." Her mouth opened, allowing her panting breaths. She was close. Her heat, her scent surrounded him in a world of lovemaking.

"I want to be wet and dripping, when you come inside me." A moan from deep inside her caught.

A pointed shoe heel caught him just below his shoulder pushing him a step backward. The shoe dropped as though to step forward into the nothingness between him and the table. And her body came against his.

A whispered, "I want you." Was it his or hers?

His arms circled her upper thighs. The dress rested a bulky belt above them. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Hips rocked forward. Delicious wet heat transferred itself through his thin shirt as she sunk slowly down his body. Over his throbbing member, she stopped her descent - buttocks contacting the table. Pushing herself backward across the black lacquered table, she gave him full view of her aroused state.

Dripping, Red, Ready...

He watched fingers stroking up and down - her moist curls framed in the red silk curtain resting from her hips.

Nearly doubled over with need of her, he grunted, trying to pull her towards him. But she shook her head furiously.

"Here." She mouthed, arching her back and widening her legs.

He ascended the table, kneeling as though to worship her. Thrusting forward to capture his lips, she pulled him towards her.

Nails sliced his waistline in search of freeing a raging captive. The rough sliding of his zipper.

"Umm." She wiggled beneath him. "It's hard."

"I should hope so." He breathed against the rosy tip of her breast.

"Hmm, not you. This." From beneath her she pulled a small remote. A blue film projected from the table, and Operations face became super-imposed on Nikita's.

"This will be a hard mission..." The image relayed

"Definitely." Nikita pushed through the image, pulling Michael through the light.

"The package is extremely sensitive...."

"Yes, I know." Nikita answered, her palms caressing just the tip of him.

Ruckus sounded from the hallway. Furiously shouting, Operations threatened to round the corner soon.

Michael's throbbing member seemed oblivious to the impending danger. Reddened and bobbing, a sure threat of cancellation, it remained rock hard.

Thank God I'm not on Viagra Michael thought ruefully. Caught between his desires and practicality, Michael surveyed, Nikita's hurried dressing.

Encasing his member in the boxers had been painful enough, zippering his pants proved a whole new story. Operations' voice grew increasingly louder as he neared the briefing area.

"Jacket." Nikita mouthed.

Michael nodded. Holding his jacket over his unzipped pants just as Operations came into view.

"Michael." Operations barked in a woman's voice.

Michael turned to face Operations; not realizing his jacket had since shifted. But he gathered as much when he saw Operations' gaze drop downward.

"Michael!" Operations' face was replaced with Madeline's. Madeline's voice saving him from his best nightmare yet.

Michael started with a jump. Finding himself half-sunken in his office chair. Back protesting his position. Penis demanding his immediate attention.

Across his desk stood Madeline. "Sweet dreams?" She smiled.

Choking on his reply, Michael struggled to get to a sitting position. "I'm ready to de-brief."

"Yes. It sounded that way to me too." She turned on her heel, leaving Michael to wonder her meaning.

**************

Hard Landing ~ Norma

Michael's exchange with Madeline had been short. He wasn't naive enough to think that she was done with him by any stretch of the imagination, but he was grateful for the reprieve. Her chilling "yes, it sounded that way to me too" delivered with her enigmatic smile was enough to raise the fine hairs on the back of his neck. Somehow, he thought, a lengthy interrogation about Nikita's sexual performance and his reaction to it was not going to help ease the rather painful ache in his crotch. Even more chilling than words, was the predatory look in her eyes as her gaze lowered to his folded hands. She, of course, was aware of what was hidden behind those long elegant fingers and that blank stare but it certainly wouldn't do to admit to Michael that he had been her most extraordinary 'material' when it came to lovemaking. His innate sensuality, coupled with his physical endowments had made for many enjoyable sessions, several caught on tape in her private video library. As she turned to walk away, she thought to herself that one of these days she would 'share' one of these with Ops, after all pushing his buttons was one of her favorite pastimes. As she left Michael's office, she was chuckling at Ops probable reaction. Men were so predictable when it came to comparing dick size.

As soon as Madeline left his office he felt the tension in his shoulders leave with her. Her ability to get inside his head was annoying and he had long ago learned to protect himself against her probing, or more to the point, effectively mask the fact that she sometimes got to him. As far as head games went, he was a worthy opponent but couldn't let his guard down for a minute with the "Mistress of Manipulation" as she was fondly thought of by the cold ops. He sighed, thankful that he finally had a few minutes to himself. His little daydream in the briefing room had wreaked havoc with his self control and if the chafing he was experiencing the last few days didn't stop he was going to have to consider wearing underwear. Bummer. He usually enjoyed the friction. He turned on his radio for distraction and as luck would have it heard the same song that had been playing at the club. All he needed to hear were the words "blow my flame" and he quickly punched the off button. Jesus, he needed to do something to put out this fire in his loins or he'd spontaneously combust. Walking over to his desk, he shrugged out of his jacket and slung it over the back of the chair, looked up and realized that his desk was uncharacteristically messy. Why not, he thought, everything else in his life seemed out of control.

Lost in thoughts of how to get command of his life back, he was startled to hear someone clear their throat. Standing in his doorway was the answer to his prayers and the reason for his nightmares. Nikita. Nikita with eyes you could get lost in, lips that could take you to heaven (his cock twitching at the memory of the feel of her mouth on him on the boat so very long ago now) and a body that could take you to paradise. What she could do to his psyche was a subject for another time when he wasn't thinking with his crotch.

"Michael?" she said, not certain of her reception. "Do you have a minute?"

"Come in." His eyes locked with hers as she moved toward him. Standing, he reached out to the drawer in his desk and punched in the code that would give them five minutes of privacy. Whatever she wanted to talk about would have to wait until later. He knew they needed to discuss how her training with Jack was affecting both of them, he knew they should discuss it now to protect themselves against any further manipulations by Madeline, he also knew that he wanted her badly and from the look in her eyes that she needed him too.

With the five minute deadline in mind, he said "shut the door and come here." She complied and walked into his arms as if coming home. Here was her safety, here was her heart and from the look in his eyes, here was the means to scratch that annoying itch brought on by all the teasing she had done with Jack.

"It's your turn, cher. Feel my hardness against you? I need to lose myself in your softness." Michael slid his hand slowly up Nikita's leg until he reached the top of her thigh. His index finger slipped under the elastic of her panties and moved toward the warmth in the center of her body.

"Slick. Wet. Hot. You're ready for me already." A statement, not a question. One that gave him satisfaction and that escalated his desire to the point of being close to losing control. He was ready to come in his pants. Michael realized that this wasn't going to be slow and hoped that she'd understand. Actually, the way she was moving against his hand he was pretty sure she'd kill him if he tried to slow down. He calculated that they had roughly 4 minutes left before the surveillance camera came back on.

Michael roughly pulled her panties down saying "lift your leg." In seconds her femininity was exposed, the cool air in the room making her shiver. Michael's arm swept the papers (and everything else) off his desk, then he gently pushed her shoulder down until she was leaning, face down across the desk. While stroking the back of her neck, he pulled her skirt up with his other hand, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "get ready." In the space of a heartbeat, he released the bunched up material of her skirt, lowered his zipper and released himself, groaning as he leaned against her soft, warm back. His body needed no help finding its destination. He sheathed himself in her, his knees shaking with the force of his passion.

At the first touch of him as he slid into her, she moaned. As the fabric of his shirt brushed against her lower back, she shivered. As the cold zipper of his pants touched her hot body, she groaned "Michael, please" out loud.

That was all he needed to hear. His hips slammed into her only a few times before she was reaching behind her to hold him tightly to her body and making gasping sounds that were music to his ears. He could feel her body clench against his hardness in spasms and then was beyond all rational thought. Both arms reached around her waist and held her tightly to him as he strained against her body one last time and spilled into her.

A quick look to the right showed that there was 45 seconds of privacy left. Michael's knees threatened to give out. He reluctantly pulled away from her, giving her room to stand and stretch her now locked knees. They each looked at the other and started to laugh. Disheveled, but content and satisfied, they smiled the smile of lovers, looking deeply into each others eyes, acknowledging what they had just shared. Whatever Section and its Mistress of Manipulation did to them, this was who they were, this was their strength. Nikita squeezed Michael's hand. He looked over at her and gave her one of his 'quiet' looks. It said much, it said nothing, it was enough that his fingers tightened imperceptibly against hers. She was content.

"What was it that you wanted?" Michael asked, running his finger along the side of her face and tracing her swollen lips.

She smiled, readjusted her skirt and moved toward the door. "I just needed to feel you inside me before I meet with Jack this afternoon. The memory will make it easier to bear." She winked and walked out just as the surveillance camera light came back on.

****

Madeline found it interesting that Michael had blocked the transmission from his office for five minutes. It wasn't enough time for them to devise a way to thwart her current plan, and it certainly wasn't enough time to get into each other's pants. She smiled to herself, believing all to be going as planned.

****

Michael put on his coat, slipped the patented blank stare onto his face and prepared to meet Madeline, parts of his body still throbbing slightly reminding him of his passionate joining with Nikita. He allowed himself a slight smile as he closed his door and headed for her office.

**************

Approaching Zero ~ Wrigley

Michael circled the briefing table, aware that he was the subject of intense evaluation. Madeline's gaze hung a heavy shadow to his activity. The lateness of the hour had emptied the place. Every sound echoed - the passage of air through his nostrils; the squeaking of his shoes as he paced; his pen unconsciously tapping to match the rhythm of Nikita's steps in his dream.

His imagination or the remnants of their dance, he could smell her light, flowery perfume.

It tagged him.
It consumed him.
It made him.

"Is there something wrong with the table?" Madeline's question interrupted his thinking. Shifting from his reverie Michael realized that he had been intently rubbing a circular path on the table.

"It's uncomfortable." He replied. Good God, He cursed his blunder. Of all the replies, why the most honest one. A veritable apple wedged deep within his mouth as his body slowly roasted in the discerning broil of her gaze.

"Uncomfortable." She raised both eyebrows, then nodded in agreement. "You're right. These matters should be discussed in an area that would provide more privacy."

Privacy would matter little in the end - but Madeline's office certainly provided the illusion of it. Standing to the side, Michael watched Nikita and Jack as they sat across the desk from Madeline. He preferred the distance. It kept him isolated in more ways than one. They seemed incredibly one-dimensional in this setting. It was easy to stay detached - watching actors in some melodrama.

Michael shifted; suddenly aware of Nikita's bobbing crossed legs and the tightening of her thighs encased in tight cotton leggings. Each movement stirred deep his pools of desire.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Flexing her feet, fidgeting with the buttons on her shirt.

Worse, Jack seemed to possess talents in mind reading. A Cheshire cat grin surfaced his face momentarily as he leaned forward to place a palm on Nikita's upper thigh.

"Madeline, I realize that you have outlined Nikita's strengths and weaknesses, ... as have I." His thumb stroked Nikita's inner thigh, and Michael's every nerve tightened.

Jack continued, "I wonder if we could hear Michael's take concerning that matter." eyes sparkling, grin a little too wide, Jack reclined backward, trailing his hand along Nikita's thigh as he did so.

Nikita's eyebrows furrowed, her mouth opened a fraction to protest. Then her twin, piercing daggers shifted to him.

Madeline shifted in her chair to regard Michael as well. Soon three pairs of eyes pinned him to the wall. Uncertain of how to proceed, Michael did what he knew best. He ran. Not in the physical sense, but sweaty palms pressed tightly together, he avoided the topic all together.

"That might be better evaluated after the final test." He volunteered, averting his eyes from the threesome.

"Final test." Nikita echoed, balancing on the edge of her chair and peering intently at Madeline.

While Madeline replied, Michael took to opportunity to castrate Jack with a wilting glare. Impervious to threats, implied or otherwise, Jack raised both eyebrows and winked. But his cocky grin suggested that this interlude was far from over.

Michael caught the meaning as his focus caught Nikita imploding. Obviously Madeline's explanation of the final test had not settled well.

"You want to watch me and Michael fuck." She translated with a sadistic laugh. Standing, she paced before them accusing each of them in turn. Restlessly she pulled her top lower. Lips hovered between a snarl and sneer.

"And you have nothing to say about this, Michael?" She questioned with disbelief. "Tell me this wasn't your thinking from the beginning."

"What happened to this is just harmless flirting, Jack?" She accused the valentine operative. Leaning over him, her knee wedged between his legs resting painfully against his groin. She pulled him forward by his lapels. Friction almost as audible as Jack's grunt of pain.

"Answer me." She growled through gritted teeth.

His groaning, his arousal blatantly obvious to all only fueled her flames. "By God, you're always ready, aren't you?!" She huffed in disgust.

She dropped him, limp like a dishrag. Jack divided his look of panic between Michael and Madeline.

Nikita paced the small space between her chair and Madeline's desk. "Whatever happened to the Section frowning upon operative's involvement, Madeline."

"It's not meant to be involvement, it's meant to be sex. Plain and simple - a consummation of need, not love." Madeline supplied. Her brown-eyed stare moving to Michael in an unspoken request to calm Nikita.

"Well, by God, why don't we get started?!" Nikita shouted to the ceiling. Shimmying out of her pants, she stripped her shirt and tank top and kicked off her shoes. Clothed only in a white thong. Face and upper chest flushed with indignation, she reclaimed her prey.

Michael's gaze shifted, not willing to watch this humiliation. The resounding thud of Jack's head hitting the wall grabbed his attention. Nikita stood leg snaked around Jack's, hands filled with his upper arms.

The assault was far from sexual, it seemed primal. She wasn't a woman - more a trapped animal.

They struggled, trading places with the wall as each gained a moment's power. It ended with a love-bite from Nikita that drew blood.

Michael watched Jack's eyes filled with honest fear. Nikita must have seen it too. Abruptly releasing him, she withdrew the hand raised to slap him.

"Stop." Madeline commanded.

They stopped - animated figures on a storybook page- they froze. Needing something to occupy his hands and break the silence, Michael carefully picked up Nikita's garments.

Breathless from anger or passion, Nikita swayed before him. Eyes unseeing peered into empty space; one tear stained her reddened cheek. And Michael felt suddenly sickened by the episode. Pulling her away gently, he piled the clothing in the cradle of her arms.

Her head jerked her eyes back into focus. Standing with discarded clothing in hand, Nikita backed out of the room, eyeing anyone who dared to make eye contact.

"I'm leaving now." Her eyes watered slightly with anger and frustration. "I'll be trying to wash away your filth from my skin."

She turned in the doorway, "I expect it to take quite a while."

**************

Mercy ~ Jigs

Nikita sat quietly in the booth at the back of the coffeehouse, absently stirring her cup of tea, staring at the soothing dark amber liquid, hoping for a revelation. Her skin tingled under the loose sweats she wore, reddened and warm from her post briefing cleansing. She had scrubbed and scrubbed, trying to wash Section's stench from her body.

Her outrageous exhibition at the briefing probably just convinced Madeline she was right about this particular training exercise. But, it only reminded Nikita that what she really needed was lessons in maintaining control. She already knew the man for that assignment, and it wasn't Jack. Her anger was misdirected, she realized now. In her heart she knew Michael couldn't possibly be a willing participant in the practical final exam planned by Madeline. He couldn't want it any more than she did -- but that he seemingly accepted the inevitable like it was gospel sickened her. How could he just sit there with that patented 'blank stare?' How deep was his reserve of self-control?

Nikita couldn't, wouldn't control herself. She lashed out at all of them. Unlike Michael, she hadn't been the beneficiary of years of Section conditioning to deny her temper. Her years on the street taught her to defend herself; it was a natural response, but natural responses were not suited to the unnatural world of Section. Her vulgar display only gave Madeline another chance to put a demerit on her evaluation sheet.

Nikita sipped her tea and tried to swallow the stale taste of embarrassment that hung in her throat. She stretched her long legs under the table and was painfully reminded that the tension of the day's events had settled in every muscle.

The main source of that tension was Jack. He was so smug, so self-assured, acting like she belonged to him. She had heard of Valentine Ops, but never thought one would be used on her - to improve her 'field mechanics!' If anyone knew about her 'field mechanics,' it was Michael, and now that he would have to assess her performance just made this little scenario all the more abhorrent. Jack's role in this theatre of the absurd didn't really bother Nikita. She had kissed her share of toads in her life, been handled by slimier hands. Alec Chandler came to mind unsolicited and she shivered involuntarily.

But Michael was an entirely different matter. He would know her response to him was real, when her reaction to his touch registered off the Richter's Scale. His mere proximity excited her; his intimate caresses thrilled her beyond imagining; his searing kisses left her breathless and eager for more. Michael would know her responses were real, she would never be able to 'act' in a sexual role with him. As Nikita thought about it now, she sensed she was doomed to failure before the final test ever began. She twisted her silky, blonde hair around her index finger in contemplation, wondering if Michael was suffering the same realizations that plagued her.

Mr. Control Personified. Was Michael so proficient that we could simply will his emotions into submission? Surely even Michael's considerable talent for shielding his true feelings wouldn't be possible during an intimate encounter with her. She doubted it -- she hoped not, but Nikita had seen him steel himself to other bizarre scenarios. No, she thought, he couldn't….

She remembered that glorious night on the boat in France when she and Michael shared their bodies for the first time. There had been no pretense, no talking, just a raw need to conquer each other. It was spontaneous, feral, sating an undeniable thirst for them both. Her tactile memory of those moments was still perfect, so powerful, in fact, that she herself blush anew at the memory of Michael's hands on her. His wonderful, sensuous fingers exploring and touching every part of her. It was as if he was memorizing the topography of her body, tracing every curve, every nuance, so that he might create a permanent, mental photograph of her aroused body.

They had made love more than once that night, their passion lifting them to pure Nirvana the second time. Michael worshipped her with tenderness, penetrating her with slow, sensuous movements; his only desire to please her. It was so magical that neither thought about their surroundings or the consequences they might face in the aftermath, only the consummate union of their bodies and souls in the greatest pleasure she had ever known. After that night, Nikita was so addicted to the feel of Michael's body inside her that she had made a fool of herself when they returned to Section, wanting only to touch him and be touched by him.

But it was Madeline, of all people, who had pushed them together again during the Armel mission, suggesting in her own unique way that coupling with Michael was expected as part of the mission profile. Nikita practically had to throw herself at him to get him to perform his 'husbandly' obligations. And although physically he still made her feel like she was the only woman that mattered to him in the world, she knew he was holding back emotionally. Michael said it was a mistake, but never elaborated on the point. He said he was conflicted, but had feelings for her. What she wouldn't give for an hour alone with Michael and a syringe full of sodium penathol.

"Shit!" This was not getting her anywhere - "focus Nikita focus," she chided herself.

Once again Madeline's games had put her and Michael in an impossible situation for which some solution must be found. Nikita wondered how Section One could have survived all these years testing and using operatives this way. She supposed it was a good thing the ops had such short life spans, or were already half crazed before they got there. Ha! She wasn't sure where Walter fit into this assessment, but in Madeline's case she was convinced that old adage was true - only the good die young.

Nikita pushed the teacup across the table and fumbled in her pockets for her cash. For the first time since her tenure as an operative began, she found herself silently hoping for a catastrophic event -- a mission of such import that this test would be forgotten, or at best postponed. She felt guilty for thinking that, but at this moment she saw no other way out.

Shaking her head in disgust, she winced at the tightness in her shoulders and longed for relief. Maybe a hot bath and a bottle of wine would help alleviate the tension, at least for a little while. She left the money on that table for the tea and headed home.

*************

Inside Out ~ Jigs

Michael was lost in thought as he headed across the deserted Section parking lot to his car. He was haunted by Nikita's tortured face as she spat her departing words: "I'll be trying to wash away your filth from my skin." He wanted to comfort her at that moment more than at any time he could remember. She was so angry and disgusted at all of them. It wounded his soul to know that part of her wrath was directed at him.

Unlocking the door to his car, Michael plopped down in the seat, leaning his head back as he closed his tired eyes. He wanted to tell her these exercises Section engineered to test their operatives had nothing to do with him, that they disgusted him too. He had suffered his share of humiliation at Madeline's hands, but he didn't want to think of that now. He had buried his emotions long ago on that score. He only wanted to assure Nikita that she was not alone -- that he understood. He started the car and sped off into the darkness. How fitting, he thought, that even the moon refused to light up the ebony night surrounding him.

Michael's mind was a spinning vortex of emotion, churning with the conflicts of his duty and desire. Suddenly he was suffocating, closed in; he needed air, fresh air. He reached down to activate the automatic window release. The welcoming breeze whipped through the partially opened window, teasing the soft brown tendrils that framed his face as he looked unblinking at the blurred cityscape rushing passed him.

His mind drifted back to the scene at the dance club, to Nikita responding to the attentions of another man. And not just any man, a Valentine Operative who excelled in destroying the emotional bonds of intimacy, turning his protégés into sexual weapons, whose sole purpose was to literally seduce information or cooperation from unsuspecting targets.

The thought of anyone else touching Nikita was intolerable, but he knew one day it could happen, just as he was forced to seduce women for Section's purposes. As detestable as that was to him, he had learned to separate his real feelings from the acts he was made to perform. He likened his performance to an actor in a scintillating play, portraying the role the tactical required. He was especially grateful he was not a true Valentine Op that he was only called on for this duty sparingly.

But Nikita was not like him; she still had not accepted there were times when she must separate her emotions from the assignment, even a training assignment. After her display on the dance floor, it was obvious to Michael that she had been using Jack to make him jealous, to remind him just how seductive her 'field mechanics' were -- as if he needed a reminder.

Nikita had claimed his heart long ago, although he never told her. After losing Simone he vowed to never let anyone get that close to him again. But that vow shattered the first time he saw her and now he was defenseless against his consuming need for her. This was his own private hell, worse than anything Section could force him to do. He couldn't declare himself and he couldn't deny his heart. How could he keep protecting her, be true to his feelings, and remain loyal to Section? It was a conundrum, and there was no solution.

The little drama played out just a couple hours ago in Madeline's office would not stop the inevitable; he had no illusions that the test would continue. Unable, or unwilling, to focus on anything but Nikita, he realized he couldn't leave things as they were; he had to talk to her and now seemed like as good a time as any. Michael steered the car into a hairpin turn and revved the engine into submission.

How he got to Nikita's without getting a speeding ticket he didn't know, but he thanked the fates for sparing him that. He stood outside her door trying to collect his thoughts. When his knock was ignored, he tried the doorknob. To his profound surprise, the door was unlocked. He tucked an errant lock of hair behind his ear, gulped a deep, calming breath, and walked inside her sanctuary.

**************

Open Heart ~ 'chelle

Nikita gave a sigh filled with sheer bliss as she sank into the steaming tub of hot water and rested her head back on a rolled towel placed against the edge of the tub. She was exhausted and every bone in her body hurt. After spending the day with Jack, learning technique after technique, knowing Michael was there, watching just beyond the smoky glass… it had been pure torture to take what she had learned and in essence, turn it against Michael. The sensual act at the club had taken it's toll as well. Nikita sighed.

The heat of the water penetrated through to her bones and slowly her knotted muscles began to loosen. Her mind drifted, and against her will, her thoughts returned to Michael. He had never been far from her thoughts today. Despite the heated water, she suddenly shivered at the thought of him.

Nikita heard a soft sound at the bathroom door and glanced up. She had conjured him from her thoughts. Friend. Enemy. Lover. She felt threatened and a little frightened, but Michael was the last person she would show any weakness to. He had the power to hurt her, the kind of hurt that wouldn't bruise, but would go much deeper and cause more damage.

She smiled. "Hello"

Michael leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, staring at her he felt the familiar stirrings of desire, the powerful, blood boiling kind that only she could ever make him feel.

She had her hair somehow knotted on top of her hair, secured with some kind of a red ribbon. His gaze dropped below the clear bath water to her breasts and their taut rosy peaks. In two steps, he could have one of them in his mouth, he thought.

He forced himself to look at something else. The triangle of pale hair low on her body drew his attention, and then her long legs. Just looking at those slim, lovely legs reminded him of how they felt wrapped tightly around him.

Every inch of skin he could see... merde, she was going to drive him insane.

"You left your door unlocked." Remarkably, his voice remained steady.

The controlled edge to his voice caused her to throw him a glance. "So."

"You should be careful. Never know... anyone could just... walk in."

"Anyone didn't" There was no way in hell she was going to tell him she had left the door unlocked for him. "You did."

Patented Blank Stare. "The lock is there for a reason Nikita. Use it."

She picked up the washcloth and rubbed it down one arm and across her chest. "Would there be a reason we're talking about the locks on my door?"

His eyes automatically followed the path of the washcloth, but his mind worked on an answer for her.

"Things... happen."

"Things." she repeated wondering if he knew how lame that excuse was. "Like... this?" she hurled the dripping wet washcloth at him and had the satisfaction of seeing it land with a smack against the side of his face and neck. He peeled it off, forcing a smirk off his face. "You're playing with fire" he tossed the cloth back into the tub, where it landed in the water with a plunk.

He moved away from the doorframe and sat down on the rim of the tub. Gazing down, he dipped his fingers into the water, making lazy circles. "How do you feel the training is going?"

She shifted in the water. There was no way of knowing if he were simply talking to have something to say, or digging for information. She sank into the water until it came to her chin. "Fine." her crystalline blue eyes melting into his.

Michael nodded. "Good." he reached beneath the water and scooped up the washcloth, "Are you sore?" Rubbing the cloth from her knee, up her thigh, and back again.

She blinked. "A little, the hot water's helping"

He put his hand under her calf and lifted it so that he could see a purplish bruise on her shin. His eyes cut to her.

"It doesn't hurt much."

He gently released her leg, letting it slide back into the water. "How much longer are you going to be in here?"

All of a sudden she felt naked, in more ways than one. His strange moods had kept her in a constant state of confusion over this "training" She was tired, sore and uneasy.

"I'm through." she said and stood. Water sluiced down her body, he found her almost impossible to resist. Looking at her he felt himself harden. Keeping her eyes on him, she stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel. His hand on her arm stopped her.

"Let me."

Michael turned and plucked a towel from the rack, Reverently, he knelt at her feet and began to carefully dry her, moving slowly up her legs, drying each soft piece of her as if she were a precious piece of ivory. Inhaling her fragrance like an exotic drug.

Nikita looked down at his dark head, how she adored this man. He was the strongest man she had ever known, showing her these acts of kindness had the power to destroy the walls she had constructed around her soul. Watching him, needing him, wanting him. She bent and tilted his head back for a long, hot erotic kiss. "Come with me." She begged him with her eyes to trust her. She wouldn't let anything harm them tonight. It wouldn't be about Section. It wouldn't be about training or control. It wouldn't be about anything but them. Give and take. Ying and Yang. Male and Female. Love and Lust.

Michael followed Nikita into the bedroom, allowing her to position him at the edge of the bed and she slowly began the process of undressing him. She teased the tails of his shirt free from the waistband of his pants, pulling upward, she drew it up and over his head. Taking her nails, she raked them down his arms and chest, over his stomach, stopping at the silver belt buckle. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift in the feelings rushing over him. Pulling and tugging at the resistant leather, she finally released it free of the belt loops. Instead of dropping the belt to the floor, she wrapped the buckled end around her hand several times until only a small tongue of leather was free. With a soft "shhh", Nikita trailed the tip of the belt over his chest, rubbing it across his flat male nipples, down the small valley towards his waistband, back up to the curve of his shoulder. She became fascinated by the way his skin rippled in response to the stimulation.

She leaned in close, "You like that don't you."

Michael shuddered in response. "Oui"

She touched the belt softly to his bottom lip, moving it back and forth slowly. His lips parted. Dropping the belt to the floor, she traced the path she had created with her fingertips, down to the waistband, released the button, then moved to the zipper. With deliberate slowness, she lowered it. "In the club, I wanted you so badly, I could taste it." She slowly slipped her hand into the opening and cupped him gently. "If we hadn't had 70 people watching us, " she lowered her voice to a whisper "I would have done it right there."

Michael couldn't breath. He couldn't think. He could only feel. Her hand on him. Her voice. Her soft breath brushing against his cheek. He could only stand there and allow the feelings to crescendo over him like a violent storm.

She gave him a gentle squeeze and withdrew, taking her other hand, she hooked her fingers into his waistband and slowly lowered his pants to the ground. On her knees, she gazed up at him, her breath hot on his manhood. Michael fought hard for control over himself.

She stood slowly and faced him, his eyes were still closed, his breathing slow and erratic, his face flushed. Moving in closer she melted her body into his, til every part of her was touching him. Moving her arms up and underneath his, she moved forward, "Trust me." She was forcing him to fall backwards onto the bed. Moving her leg up onto the bed, she cradled his body in her arms, and slowly lowered him onto the bed.

Amazingly enough, he allowed her to have complete control over his body, trusting her enough to control his movements. He was trying to tell her, without uttering a word, that he was hers. Mind, body and soul. No matter what Section threw at them, they would stick together. Trust.

"Michael?"

He opened his eyes.

She leaned in and kissed him, a long kiss, full of all the things she wanted to give him. Of their own accord, his arms came up to encircle her, pulling her closer to him. Devouring her with his intensity, rolling over the bed, nipping, sucking, moaning, they played over each other's bodies. The heat was growing between them, they could feel it.

Suddenly Nikita pulled away, she laid a single finger on his chest as she levered herself off the bed and walked down towards his feet. Smiling, she licked her lips and leaned forward, "I think you're going to like this."

**************

Love ~ Jigs

Nikita's caresses started at Michael's ankles. She knelt on the edge of the bed, crawling slowly toward him, her hands tenderly exploring his muscled legs, her hips swaying gently. Michael tried to remain calm, clasping his hands behind his head to keep them still. He watched her intently. Her perfect breasts dipped precariously close to his skin, the nipples rosy and firm, begging for his touch. It took all his self-control not to reach for her but the expectation of Nikita's plans kept him immobile - at least for now.

She continued her slow ascent up his naked body, her admiring azure eyes scorching his tingling flesh like the heat from the summer sun. "Beautiful," Nikita sighed seductively.

The percussive pulse of his heartbeat vibrated in his heaving chest. When Nikita reached his knees she slipped her hands between his inner thighs; her fingertips moved in slow circles, exploring and caressing him. As she eased his legs apart, Michael shuddered involuntarily, his arousal growing harder and harder.

"Nikita," he sighed quietly, then groaned contentedly. Michael's breath caught in his throat as her mouth neared its target. Just the anticipation of her succulent lips on his erection was driving him wild with desire. As her long, silky hair tickled his abdomen, Nikita slid her hands along the creases where his thighs met his torso. Michael's tumescent shaft lay against his stomach now, his body glistening with perspiration. He could feel her hot breath on his feverish cock. Such exquisite torture, he thought, feeling he would surely go insane from the sensations assaulting him if she didn't touch him soon. Michael cried out her name this time, his biceps bulging as he tightly gripped the pillow beneath his head. He gulped for air as wave upon wave of fervent desire washed over his body in rapid succession like the unstoppable surf surging across a sizzling beach.

Massaging his curly patch, Nikita gently pulled the dark hairs as she lapped at his supple balls with her velvety tongue then flicked the underside of his engorged shaft with the tip of it. Relentlessly she investigated every nuance of his form. With her right index finger she traced his slight 'treasure trail' from his navel to his jewels, then rolled him delicately between her palms. Michael was totally lost in the vehement reactions of his body, clenching his fists in the sheets. He reveled in the tenderness of her touch, soaring higher and higher as she bent down to lick the swollen head of his arousal.

His eyes darkened to emerald green with passion, Michael bucked wildly against her hands, control of his body no longer an issue. "Nikita, please…." He begged, the bed creaking in time to the movement of his body. No longer able to resist touching her, Michael roughly tangled his fingers in her hair, his expression pleading with her to continue.

Nikita smiled up at him, her eyes dancing like liquid fire as she clearly recognized his need for her. She had seen it once before when he found her in Lyons and held her down on the makeshift bed. She remembered his words, "I thought I'd lost you," and that brought a smile to her face. At this moment she knew he was hers and delighted at her power over him.

The delicious sight of the small droplet of cream that oozed from him heightened her enjoyment. She lifted the milky globule with her tongue, slowly depositing it in her eager mouth. Savoring the taste as if it was her favorite ice cream, she licked her lips and moaned in satisfaction. She wanted more, and mercifully for Michael took him fully in her mouth, stroking him up and down as she pinched the base of his erection in one hand, and fondled his delicate love sacs with the other. Michael's moans were louder now as his body moved in perfect rhythm with the motion of her mouth, her tongue swirling around and around his cock. Nikita could tell by the trembling of his thighs that he was very close to the edge. Shifting positions just a bit, Nikita began to suck with every stroke, her hand adding pressure all along his shaft. He began to gasp for air; his back slowly lifted off the bed in a sinuous arch.

"Ahhhhh…oh God!" Michael exclaimed, as he exploded in her mouth. Writhing uncontrollably, his mind reeled in ecstasy. As his spasms quieted, Nikita pulled off of him slowly, wiping her mouth with her hands, then rubbing her breasts until they were shining with the essence of him. She stretched herself over his nakedness, reveling in the feel of his body quivering beneath her. Michael wrapped his strong arms around her, clinging to her for safe harbor in the aftermath of his explosive orgasm.

Closing her eyes, Nikita rubbed her cheek against his smooth, muscular chest, her hands resting against his breasts, thumbs stroking gently. Slowly Michael's raspy breathing began to quiet as he drifted back to earth. As the force of his breathing caused her cascading hair to tickle their already sensitized skin, her infectious giggle brought a smile to Michael's face until he was giggling along with her. She looked up at him and Michael caught her lower lip, tugging gently, then kissed her fully, exploring her mouth with his inquisitive tongue. Michael started to caress her hips softly, initiating his quest to return the pleasure she had given him.

"No, Michael," Nikita breathed, "this was just for you." His hand moved gently to her chin and lifted her face to look at him. His eyes were sleepy and sated, but still held the question, "Are you sure?"

She slid up close enough to give him a warm, deep kiss. "Yes, I'm sure." Her voice held warmth and satisfaction. Nikita moved beside him and Michael sighed, as her warm body no longer covered him. She snuggled under his shoulder, her left arm draped possessively across his broad chest. Reaching over her to the far side of the bed, he tugged the comforter across them. Basking in the afterglow of the precious gift she had just given him, he kissed her eyes closed, then rested his full lips against her forehead, whispering endearments in his native French,

That she could care for him so completely amazed him. Without hesitation, and despite her anxiety over the traumatic meeting with Madeline and Jack, her desire to reassure him in such an intimate fashion was a memory he would always treasure. Michael leaned back and looked at her angelic face, so innocent and beautiful, radiating brightly even in sleep. In the stillness of this perfect moment, away from Section and the impossibility of their lives there, he was free to reveal to her the words his heart longed to say; words she deserved to hear.

"Je t'aime mon re've" he whispered.

As Michael thought of all the things he should say to her -- all the feelings he had never expressed, Nikita moaned his name and moved even closer to his warmth as if she could hear his inner most thoughts. Her rhythmic breathing accentuated the lilting tone of her sweet sighs. Responding to her dulcet sounds, Michael reached down to fondle her breast, squeezing and tugging so gently that Nikita never came to full consciousness. She responded to his touch, and he brought his mouth down to delicately suckle the nipple as it hardened against his tongue.

Like dandelion down floating in the wind, Michael slid his hand across her taut abdomen, reaching down until his palm rested on her femininity. His fingertips massaged her plushy mound, marveling at the sensation of her soft curls against his skin. He stroked her lightly with his fingers, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and he brought his fingers to his lips to relish the taste of her. Fighting to keep his own burgeoning arousal under control, he truly wanted this moment to be only hers.

Gradually he slipped his middle finger inside her while his thumb stoked her delicate nether bud; Nikita tightened reflexively around his finger as his strokes quickened. Working in concert, his finger and thumb created a harmony only for her. Nikita instinctively arched her body against his hand, rocking in time with his intimate caresses.

"Michael," she moaned, struggling to open her eyes.

He smiled tenderly at her, his finger still plunging in and out of her in a smooth rhythm. Nikita returned his smile dreamily, "feels so good," she whispered, not wanting to break the dream-like mood she was enjoying.

"Shhhh, mon coeur," Michael whispered back, caressing her cheek with his soft lips.

With the profound feeling of love that enveloped her, Nikita relaxed into the comforting sensations, allowing them to carry her back into her dreams. Within those elusive dreams of contentment and satisfaction, Nikita knew she would always be safe and protected in Michael's embrace. Her arms encircled him as her hips began to undulate uncontrollably. As she slipped into rapturous paradise, her body melded against his.

Communicating exclusively with their bodies, Michael and Nikita strengthened the psychic bond that only lovers share. Their renewed conviction to each other united them as an invisible shield against the depravities of their Section existence. The tenderness and honesty of this night would protect them from all that tried to test their relationship.

As the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, Michael reluctantly left the comfort of Nikita's bed and dressed. It would be inappropriate for them to come into Section this morning as a couple, especially considering what awaited them there. Locating a small sheet of paper and a pen in Nikita's dresser drawer, he scrawled a short note. He left it on the pillow next to her, kissing her softly on the cheek before taking his leave.

Missing the warmth of this body next to her, it wasn't long before Nikita awakened. Finding the note, she rolled onto her back and smiled. The simple message made her heart soar: "Never forget that I love you."

*************

War ~ Caro

Nikita walked hesitantly into the all white room, her shoes silent against the tile floor. There was a large bed with the covers turned back in the middle of the room, and cameras were stationed at each of the four corners. Michael stood on the opposite side, waiting for her, his back to her, studying the blank wall. He was dressed in casual black attire: a loose button down shirt and form-fitting stretch trousers. Judging by the stiffness of his posture, this evaluation was going to be as difficult for him as it was for her.

It didn't matter to Michael that he was there instead of Jack. The fact that Nikita still had to go through with the farce was painful enough. For both of them. Section made it his business to destroy her, to use her in every debasing way they could imagine. To make her love him, hate him, care for him… And then to turn around and walk away. How long? How long could he keep his love locked away? How long would he have to keep his feelings for her hidden? Forever, it seemed. They were going to use every weapon in their arsenal to destroy the burgeoning relationship between them. God, how he despised himself. He had pulled every clever string he could think of to get her out of this performance, but there was nothing else he could do. She would have to go through with it. She would have to pull it off… He closed his eyes at the thought of what would happen if she didn't…

"Michael…" Nikita's soft whisper seemed loud in the nearly empty room.

Uncharacteristically, Michael started at her voice. He hadn't felt her enter the room. He remained motionless for a moment, gathering his strength, then began to turn slowly, holding himself extremely rigid as though he would shatter into a million pieces if he moved too quickly.

From opposite sides of the room they stood and stared at each other, two trapped animals looking for a way out. Each knowing the hunter stood just outside the only escape with a gun in hand just waiting for an excuse to use it.

Realizing Nikita wasn't going to make the first move, Michael held out his hand to her, palm up, encouraging her to approach him.

She walked slowly toward him, shaking her head slowly as if to say *I can't do this.* Uncertainty and panic were clearly evident on her face.

He responded with a silent plea of his own, a quick negative shake of his head accompanied by a surreptitious glance toward the cameras. His eyes blazed into hers. Telling her… Reminding her… They had no choice.

His eyes implored her to trust him, to remember what had passed between them only the day before. To separate their own personal reality from that of Section's. It was the only way to survive.

*I'm scared,* her eyes seemed to say, as the sexual confidence which she proclaimed so readily in the club waned with each tentative step toward Michael. She could play the seductress in public, but not here. Not in such a cold, forbidding environment. It was one thing to taunt Michael in the relative safety of a crowded dance club, quite another to seduce him completely in full view of Madeline and Jack and who knew who else…

Michael read the emotions in her eyes, and wanted only to comfort her. He felt compelled to reassure her that what was about to happen between them would in no way cheapen the stolen moments that had come before.

When she was just a foot away from him, he reached over and caught her wrist in his hand, rubbing his thumb across the sensitive pulse point he found there. Gently pulling her close, her bent to her ear and whispered, "I'm the only one here… The only one… Remember that. Remember only that." He kissed the outer shell of her ear as he moved his hands over her back. "Show them you are stronger than they think." His hands wandered farther down, cupping her bottom and pulling her even closer.

Nikita swallowed and tried to lose herself in his caress, to lose herself in the feel of him. But she was overwrought with emotion… She felt wooden, scared, mad… Yes, she was mad. With each gentle stroke of Michael's hand against her back her initial fear transmuted into righteous indignation. Then anger. Then a burning rage…

Michael could feel her transformation take place in his arms. The soft body which had melded to him just moments before suddenly became taut, muscles tightening underneath his wandering hands. He could feel her pulse start to race, sense the escalating tempo of her heartbeat against his chest. The anger which was radiating from her slowly seeped into him until he too felt her outrage, her need to strike back.

In unison they pulled away from the embrace, victims of a magnetic repulsion beyond their control. Each wanting the other, but furious at Section for manipulating that weakness for its own benefit. For taking something that should have been sacred and making it profane.

Their eyes met, and held. Twin fields of furious desire.

How dare they? How DARE Section use them like this?

Their eyes widened in mutual understanding, suddenly aware of a way to make the situation work to their advantage. To turn the tables for once and use Section to take what they wanted, not just what they could get… The trick was not to let on that they were enjoying this little interlude…

Section wanted a show? Well, they would give them a show. Nikita's mouth curled into a sensual, feral smile as she slowly backed away from Michael. All traces of fear rapidly replaced by sheer determination. Her voice cracked in the silence. "This is about sex and manipulation, isn't it Michael?… Something I'm sure you know a lot about…"

She began circling the room like a predator stalking its prey, her eyes never leaving his. "This is about Section showing off its finest specimens…"

Her circled tightened, bringing her closer to Michael's radius. He watched her quietly but intently, finding himself aroused by her fury, his anger feeding off her own. "What? Is there a party going on and we're the entertainment? Do they want *Hot* Michael? Like at the club?"

She was now pacing within just a few feet of him. "Do they?"

Hands on hips, she stopped within a few inches of Michael and regarded him intently. "Well, do they?" Clearly, she was waiting for an answer. Waiting for confirmation.

"Yes." Michael replied softly, his eyes gleaming seductively beneath a thin veil of anger.

Cornering her prey, she crossed the space between them and grabbed his shirt by the collar, backing him against the wall. "I can do hot."

In one fluid motion she ripped his shirt open sending a spray of tiny onyx buttons cascading across the floor. The only sound in the room was the loud rasp of their aroused breathing accompanied by the faint clicking sound of bouncing, rolling stones. Blue eyes melded with green, souls connecting.

She reached inside the torn fabric shell and scratched her fingers playfully across his chest, reveling in the feeling of power that came with watching his muscles spasm reflexively to her touch. Still maintaining eye contact, she gazed into his inscrutable eyes and deepened her movements, scratching his flesh in earnest.

If he felt pain, he gave no indication. He merely smiled his enigmatic smile and opened his mouth to get more air. His breathing was becoming more erratic now, his pulse pounding at her proximity. All previous anger converting to raw passion.

Leaning forward, she replaced her hands with her mouth, her tongue trailing a hot, wet path across his abraded skin. Her lips capturing a nipple, biting it until it pebbled in response. Her hands dipped lower, massaging him through his trousers, kneading his thighs. She smiled against his chest as a hand reached up to unbuckle the belt which only yesterday she had used to tease his sensitive flesh.

The moment her fingers grasped his belt, Michael lost control. He too remembered the previous day. The feel of her lips against him as he climaxed in her mouth. He wanted her… Now. Not on a dance floor, not on a desk, but against the wall. Under his control, under his power. She wanted *Hot*? Well, he could do hot, too…

One moment Nikita was at his belt, the next she found her position reversed. Before she even had time to react Michael grabbed her by the arms, spun her about and pressed her against the wall, his body melding with hers, adjusting to her contours. She found her arms pinned above her head, her shirt stripped off… Then, the feeling of Michael's warm skin pressed against hers. She moaned as he leaned forward and captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging inside her warm mouth. She returned the kiss in full force, her mouth opening wide, accepting him. The room echoed with the sound of their frantic gasps for air.

One hand continued to hold Nikita's wrists prisoner over her head as the other roamed freely across her body, teasing her breasts, skimming across her rib cage, dipping lower to press roughly against her pelvis. A low keening cry erupted from her mouth as she felt him rock his hips against hers, letting her feel the size and the level of his arousal.

Shifting the power base yet again, Nikita snapped her wrists free and dropped Michael to the floor in a quick hand-to-hand combat move. She straddled him, reaching down to claim his wrists, leaning down to continue their kiss. She felt Michael shift his hips beneath her, pressing himself up into her cleft, mimicking intercourse. Her back arched in response, her hips grinding against his, her thighs flexing in anticipation. The cold tile floor dug into her knees, but she did not notice. She was only aware of the primal urge to mate, the all consuming need to feel Michael inside of her. To find physical expression of their love.

As Nikita looked down to Michael for confirmation, she could see the same emotions reflected in the depths of his green eyes… *Want you…,* he urged silently, *Can't wait…* He was over the edge, out of control.

He rolled Nikita onto her back so that he was now straddling her, and proceeded to remove what was left of her clothing, kissing each piece of skin as it was revealed…

Connecting his eyes with hers, he slipped one finger inside her core, then two. Teasing her, testing her. She was dripping wet, ready for him, the musky scent of her arousal hitting him like a physical blow. He felt himself twitch in response. Nikita writhed against his fingers, bucking against him even as she begged him with her eyes to stop teasing. To give her the real thing. Her hands grabbed at his pants in an attempt to pull them down, clutching wildly to no avail. She was panting with desire. They both were.

Now, it had to be now.

Michael didn't even bother to remove his pants fully, he pulled them down enough to free himself and slowly guided himself to her entrance. Nikita spread her legs in anticipation and arched her hips to welcome him, to guide him. She was already pulsing in anticipation…

Their eyes connected yet again, dazed at the level of their mutual need. Completely unaware of the fact that they were still on the floor, or perhaps aware but unconcerned. It was such pleasurable pain.

Just as Michael was about to slide home, the intercom gave a loud, jarring buzz, startling them back to reality. "Thank you," came Madeline's distorted voice from the speaker overhead. "That will be all."

The pair lay there, poised to connect, stunned at the intrusion. Chests heaving, bodies sheened with a light sweat. They'd been completely unaware that they were even being watched…

Michael leaned forward as if to ignore the command, then slumped his shoulders in defeat. He remained above Nikita for a moment, giving them time to wordlessly communicate their collective shock at what had just transpired. The level of their passion, of their need, had eclipsed that night in Lyons. Had Section noticed? Each prayed that the watching eyes assumed that their passion was driven by anger, not need. Lust, not love.

"I guess that means we passed," she murmured in amazement, her voice amused but tinged with regret.

Michael could only nod in understanding as he rolled off her and collapsed on his back by her side. They lay there for a while, side by side but not touching, waiting for their breathing to return to normal. As much as they wanted to turn to each other, to touch each other, they would not give Section the ammunition.

************

End Game~'chelle

The door to the white "observation room" swished open and Michael indicated for Nikita to proceed him out the door. She did, nervously pulling on her hair, aware of how close she had to walk by Michael to do so.

Michael leaned in to inhale Nikita's scent as she passed. His senses on fire, he wanted nothing more than to pull her back into the room and finish what they had started. He moved toward her, intending on doing just that when he heard a masculine voice, followed by an unfamiliar sound. Madeline laughing. Nikita stopped abruptly and stiffened. Michael stood close behind her as they watched Madeline and Jack walk heads bent close together, laughing and talking.

"No doubt they are talking about us." Nikita thought bitterly.

Michael touched her shining hair, trying to allay some of the fears he knew must be boiling in her mind.

Nikita pulled away from Michael without sparing him a glance, turned and walked away.

~~~~~

Michael shifted in his chair, trying again to get comfortable. It wasn't working. Not with the thoughts of Nikita and their wild maneuvering of just a few short hours ago still fresh in his mind. They had almost succumbed to their passion, forgetting the reason they had been there in the first place. Forgetting that Jack and Madeline had been in the next room, watching every touch, every kiss, every… his mind began to wander again and he shifted again to try and relieve the pressure in fit of his trousers.

Michael raised his head at the soft knock at his door. "Yes."

It opened and the woman who encompassed all his thoughts walked hesitantly into the room. She kept her eyes slightly averted from his, her steps slow as she approached his desk. His nostrils flared as they caught her scent.

"I… I wanted to tell you I was going home now." She paused and looked him full in the face. Trying to read his expression. "Was there anything else you needed?"

'Anything he needed?' he wondered. He needed her. Now. Naked stretched across his desk, gasping his name. He needed to be deep inside her. He needed to have his fists wrapped in her hair. He needed to have her tongue deep in his throat. He needed to feel her velvet wrapped around his steel. He needed…

"No. You're free to go." He looked down at his blank computer screen and tried desperately to remember the passwords to access the main menu directory. How pathetic was that? He shook his head to clear it and looked up at Nikita.

She smiled wistfully and turned to leave.

Michael stared at his reflection in the screen and called himself every type of fool. She had stood there and basically asked him to come home with her. He was so confused, last night, they had shared their love with each other, determined to stay unshaken in the face of this test. When they had been in the room, Michael had felt all rational thought flee from him. The only thing that had stopped him from taking the final plunge, had been the cool tones of Madeline, telling them the test was over.

He cursed softly and switched off his computer. Who was he kidding.

*************

In the Car~ Jigs

Ranting her soliloquy at the peaceful night, Nikita strode purposefully across the Section parking lot, gesticulating wildly. "Damn him! I'm crazy with wanting him...how can he just go back to work? I want to get as far away from here as possible! And he's...he's sitting there like a...like a...stone statue!"

Nikita grabbed the door latch of her little black sports coupe and jerked the door open; there was no need to lock your car in Section's parking lot. "Damn him!" She screamed, slamming her palms into the steering wheel as she dropped into the bucket seat "How can he just leave me like this?" As angry tears slid down her cheeks, she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder.

"Ni-KI-ta," her name rolled lusciously off his tongue, wrapping around her like a warm, fluffy towel.

In a futile attempt to hide her tears, Nikita wiped furiously at her cheeks. She flushed crimson, her breathing shaky as she realized he must have heard her furious tirade. Michael squeezed her shoulder and hurriedly moved to the passenger side of the car, sitting beside her and closing the door.

"Don't," Michael said, reaching for her hands. He leaned over and kissed the tears from her face, then stroked her moist cheek with his left hand. She closed her eyes and leaned into his palm, soothed by his simple gesture. He reached over her and closed her car door, caressing her thigh reassuringly.

Unmindful of the gearshift between them, Michael gathered her in his arms stroked her hair, "I want you, Nikita, now...but not here," he whispered.

"Oh, Michael, me too, I thought...."

"Shhhh," he said, silencing her with a kiss. "Keys?"

"Pocket."

"Let me." Floundering through the folds of her skirt, he finally found the slit and slipped his hand into the pocket, his fingertips walking down her thigh. She leaned back against the seat, smiling contentedly. He retrieved her keys and fumbled blindly as he tried to find the ignition slot, his attention drawn to Nikita's sensuous lips. The key found it's way into the starter as his tongue found it's way into her compliant mouth.

Turning the ignition key, Michael pulled away long enough to mutter, "Go!" The depth of his tongue in her throat caused Nikita to press down involuntarily on the gas pedal as she flexed her leg. The willing engine raced as furiously as their pounding hearts.

"Where?" Nikita slurred the word as she suckled his tongue.

Lost in the softness of her mouth, Michael was slow to respond. When he finally managed to find his voice, it was hoarse with passion, "M...my place...closer."

Nikita began to pull on his bottom lip with her teeth, pawing at this shirt, desperate to feel his smooth skin. Their lips still locked in a frantic embrace, Michael grabbed her hands, "not here, too dangerous...."

Sighing in frustration, she pushed him away with both hands, and with more force than she intended. Michael's head slammed back against the headrest. Nikita wrapped her hand around the gearshift knob, "mmmmm, round and hard," she teased.

"I know...drive fast." Michael reached over and traced the outline of her lips with his index finger.

As she slipped the transmission into drive, she took his finger in her mouth and suckled it, swirling her tongue around it, mimicking fellatio. Michael's mind was a whirling dervish of sexual tension. He stroked himself with his other hand, trying to bring some comfort to his throbbing arousal as Nikita's hands were otherwise occupied with shifting and steering the car.

Hesitantly, Michael removed his finger from her mouth and cupped her breast in his hand. Nikita whimpered in satisfaction, arching slightly. "Address?"

"Undress? Yes," Michael was nothing if not focused and he started unfastening the buttons of her blouse.

"Michael?"

"Hmmmm, wh...what," he mumbled, concentrating on the task at hand. He guided his hand inside the opening he created and massaged her breast as he began nibbling on her ear. He moved his palm to the valley between her breasts, feeling the vibration of her rapid heartbeat, then caressed the other soft peak.

"Michael, address...or we're pulling over."

"69..."

"Here?" she gasped, her mind savoring the idea.

"6910 Lovers..er... Lake Trail Road. Hurry."

Lake Trail Road. Nikita passed that brownstone everyday on her way to Section. How was it she never saw him? Her mind skipped over the thought, that was a question for later. Her only desire now was to feel Michael inside her, thrusting in and out of her, filling her with his passion.

His flaming, swollen organ was bursting against his jeans, he had to find relief, or go mad with desire. He flopped back against the seat. Nikita, surprised that he was no longer touching her, looked over at him and recognized his problem immediately.

"Poor baby, can't take the pressure?" she cooed.

Unzipping his fly, Michael took her hand from where it rested on the gearshift and guided it to where it was most needed.

"Oui..oui," Michael wheezed in earnest as Nikita's velvet touch began to quench the desire that had been building all day. She stroked him tenderly, his heavy breathing music to her ears.

She watched his face, his gratified smile telling her that her diligent digits were working their magic. As she turned into the driveway of the brownstone, Nikita decided Michael's turn had lasted long enough. She was wet and ready for him, eager to have him inside her.

"Feels good?" She purred questioningly.

"Hmmm," was all Michael could manage in response, his eyes closed, so lost in her handiwork, he didn't even realize the car had stopped. As Nikita released him, Michael was jolted back into the moment.

"Don't stop," he uttered opening his eyes to look at her. The disappointment evident his voice.

"Just for a moment, love, we're here," she kissed his parted lips, "...and it's my turn."

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The Garage ~ norma

"Let's go in the house." Michael whispered in Nikita's ear. As they moved away from the car, she was looking at the classic brownstone that was Michael's home. Part of her was happy to finally see where he lived and looked forward to exploring his home, another part of her (basically her crotch) hoped that it was a short walk to the bedroom.

Thank God for automatic garage door openers. Michael pulled the electronic trigger out of his pocket (with great difficulty because his pants were tight across his crotch) and pressed the button. He was quite sure he would not have been able to lift the door himself. His body was in a knot of desire, knees trembling slightly with the memory of the ride in Nikita's car clear in his mind. Hot. Jesus, he was hot. The feel of her and the smell of her set off every nerve ending in his body.

Nothing happened. "Merde" he said, trying the button again. "Shit" he said with great frustration. Damned Section batteries, probably bought them on bid, he thought. Fumbling for his keys, he turned the lock in the garage door and pushed up the door grabbing Nikita's hand and pulling her into the garage, closing the door quickly, leaving her car outside. The air was forced out of her lungs as Michael crushed her to him, his lips capturing hers, his hands sliding under her skirt to find her already wet and waiting. They both moaned at the same time. They both slipped on the oil spill on the floor at the same time.

"oomph" he said. "ouch" she said. "what the he----??" they both said in unison. Startled for a moment, they both started to laugh. But only for a moment. The proximity of their bodies set off a new burst of desire.

"Michael?" she said.

"What, mon cher?" he said as he was nibbling the soft skin on her neck.

"Can we get up? My skirt is going to be ruined in this oil puddle" Nikita asked.

"I'll buy you a new one" he said continuing his exploration of her body, oblivious to her concerns.

"Michael?" she said again.

"OUI?" he said, frustration evident in the tone of his voice.

"It smells like a garage in here" she whined.

"It IS a garage in here" he said patiently. Realizing that this was really not the best place to continue this, he stood, holding out his hand and helping Nikita get to her feet.

"You're right cher," he said as his thumb grazed her cheek. "We should go in the house, I want you in my bed" he whispered as he lazily rubbed the palm of his hands against the taut nipples of her breasts. "I....." words cut off as he covered her lips with his, gently forcing her tongue to tango with his.

Her hands came up around the back of his neck, fingers lightly tickling the long hair at the nape. He pressed himself against the softness of her belly, his hardness rubbing erotically against her heat. Not missing a beat, he moved them towards the doorway in the garage. The doorway leading to the stairs that would take them into the house, toward heaven, toward the release they both so desperately craved.

As Michael opened the door, he pulled his lips away from Nikita and stared into the liquid depths of her desire. Hardening all the more, he crushed her to him one more time - no space between them for air, light or reason. Instinctively, Nikita's hips began to move in rhythm against Michael's erection. He lowered one hand below her knee and lifted her leg up to his waist increasing the contact of their bodies, grinding into her softness until she was moaning, which in turn intensified the need he felt for her. All of a sudden the bedroom seemed a million miles away.......

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steps ~'chelle

"oof"

The breath was knocked out of Nikita as her back connected with the stairs leading up to the upper level of Michael's home. There was no thought. Not anymore. All she could think about was having Michael. There was only so much teasing a person could endure before they went insane.

"MMmm.. take this.. off .. I want this.. Oh.. OH!" Nikita's voice was strained and husky. Her hands slipped from his shirt to tangle in Michael's hair as he sucked on her breast through the material. With his other hand, felt under her skirt; she wasn't wearing anything, she was naked under the flimsy material. A shaft of pure heat thundered through him at that information. Nikita pulled him closer as the sensations rolled over her, pressing his face closer into her..

Wishing like hell he could wait until he got her up into bed, Michael moved back slightly, knowing they had pushed themselves too far. He had to have her now, or die trying. He bent one more time to kiss her as Nikita locked her arms tightly around his neck. Michael shoved furiously at the material of her skirt to get it out of the way before placing one hand on the stair step behind her. The other hand he used to open the fly on his trousers. He positioned himself over her, wishing again he could have made it to the bedroom. Taking her on the stairs seems so, primitive.

"Look at me." His voice was low and urgent She tilted her head so he could see into her eyes. She locked into his gaze, holding him with her eyes. The stairs biting into her back.

He entered her. Fast. Hard… and often. The satisfied sighs of both lovers mingled and reverberated against the walls of the stairwell. Their hips parted and met again and again as they yielded their bodies to the savage rhythm.

The first orgasm shook her with such force, she cried out with the exquisite explosion of it. Her internal muscles clenched around him, forcing him to explode in return. He bent down and with his teeth, lightly clamped down on her neck, tasting the salty sheen on her skin. Keeping his teeth there, he continued to pump against her, her hips moving against the smooth wood of the stair step.

Nikita had no problem reaching another earth shattering explosion there on the steps to the upper level of his house.

"OH GOD! Yes. MICHAEL!" She tried to tear her gaze from his…but found it impossible. She was his. They were together. She wanted him again.

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Bedroom ~ dawn

"Stop…"

"Just relax... it's only a little bit of pain" His sultry voice came closer to her ear. His warm breath teasing her sensitized flesh. Nikita's skin held a thin layer of salty droplets that vibrated as her stomach was rhythmically pressed into the soft mattress. Her naked body was sprawled out in spread eagle fashion across the bed. Legs intertwined with hers holding her captive. Pressed up against her, Michael nipped at her ear as his body rocked above hers.

Wincing with each movement, she stuffed her face into his favorite pillow engulfing herself in his scent. "ah… ah…. Michael.. It's not that tight….you don't need to…"

"Give it a moment…you need this…oh … ah… when was the last time you…"

Her cry of pain turned into pleasure as her muscles conformed to his will. "oooooooh… harder …. Yes…oh….up…no…..ahhhhh… PLEASE….. deeper …."

Michael suppressed a shiver. His hand and body moving in unison with Nikita's restricted movements. Traveling lower, he teased every inch. Plucking her strings of desire, he increased the tension between them with each caress. Testing the limits of her subtle flesh was his sole focus.

"oh Yeahhhh….right there….. knot…."

"This knot?" He grinned against her sexy neck as he gave it extra care. A flick, a squeeze and a rub put her on the edge. She teetered between sanity and passionate insanity. Her body arching, moaning and becoming liquid under his. Skin against skin…. friction of two bodies moving….She felt him harden even more as she bucked and ground into him. Michael's eyes squeezed closed. The sight of her golden hair thrashing imprinted in his mind. Her pleas for release filled his ears.

"No…ouch…oh..please…….more"

Knowing he was close to achieving his goal, he stilled as her muscles convulsed and gave up their fight against his intrusion..

"AHHHHHHH…..YESSSSSS"

Chuckling softly, he picked up her limp body and held her tenderly. Wiping her damp hair away from her face with a gentle hand, he kissed her. His mouth moved across her skin and found her ear once more. Sucking gently, he marveled at what happened. He finally found his voice, but almost lost it again as Nikita absently rubbed her body over his erect flesh. "I never knew a back rub could be so 'exciting'."

"Just wait…I haven't even started on you yet…" Nikita sighed trying to ride the aftershocks that were coursing through her body. "Ahh….Think you can handle it?"

The low groan he gave could be classified as a growl. Green fire challenged sated blue. "I'm counting on it….do your worst."

Pondering the opportunities that she was just presented with, Nikita sealed his lips to hers. As they tasted and renewed their dance of desire. Michael felt her pull away as his body screamed in protest. His quick reflexes were dulled as he tried to stay her. She slipped out of his grasp and moved toward her closet. He lay there fighting the urge to push her against the closet wall and fill her with his rock hard flesh.

**Breathe…in….out….in….Oh God that isn't helping** Opening his eyes, Michael was distracted from his internal torment by an exquisite view of her taut ass.

Catching his glance, she knew his thoughts and felt his approval. "Like what you see?"

Silence filled the room as he studied every inch from her head… to her erect nipples….to her soft stomach…to her mound dusted with blonde strands…to her long, long legs…and finally to her delicate toes…. "yeah……I ah… yeah"

Keeping her hands hidden, Nikita let her evil nature showed through. "Uhm Michael about your dry cleaning…"

What the heck was she talking about? Staring dumbfounded at the beautiful blonde, he wondered if all the physical exertion had gone to her head. "My WHAT?"

Laughing at his dazed expression, she enlightened him. "Wheeelll…. Massage oil is really hard to get out silk."

Michael had had enough. He needed to be inside her. He needed to loose himself in her succulent flesh. And she wanted to talk about CLOTHES? Propelling himself to his knees, he beckoned Nikita with a finger. "Get over here."

"na uh…not yet." Casually stretching her arms from behind her back. Michael saw 4 of his favorite ties hanging from her fingers.

Grinning lick a Cheshire cat, Nikita tested the strength of each of the pieces of cloth by pulling at them with all her might. Satisfied that they would suffice her purpose, she surprised Michael by pushing him back against the bed. "Darling, I think I finally found a use for these awful ties."

Michael eyes widened and all he could do was **gulp**. This was going to be a LONG… LONG night.

~~~MCRMBA-- just for you DeniseD~~~

Michael felt Nikita tug on the final sash inspecting the material's limits as she secured him to the bed. His last avenue of escape had been taken away. She was in complete control. The medium for her erotic muse was now his body and soul. Anxiety was building in his gut. Finally overflowing his mental restraints, it spread like wildfire through his limbs. Muscles bunched and flexed testing their limits while presenting an irresistible picture. Smooth subtle strength vibrated from him. Nikita could feel the radiated tension, sexual energy and heat that he tried to deny. His auburn hair, permanently damp from their previous exertions, lay tumbled against his chiseled face.

She watched Michael quiver against his restraints. It was a subconscious act in response to his loss of mobility and control.

"ah Kita…"

She knew he would fight against his helplessness, but the level of fear she saw in his eyes broke her heart.

"Shush... it's okay... it will be all right."

Trying to play his part in this bondage act was difficult for him. He had been restrained before, but it was the first time he was so emotionally bare. He knew she would rather die then harm him. Mentally, however, she had no clue what she was about to unleash. The loss of bodily movement, mental poise and control of this situation were almost too much for him to endure. The psychological stronghold of his mind was all that he had left. It was what he treasured most. To keep his sanity, he compartmentalized his need to be his own master by holding onto this last vestige of the true Michael.

Lying down beside him, Nikita tentatively ran her fingers over his chest. Lightly touching his nipples with circular motions of her fingers. Poised for action and full of kinetic energy, he was like a racehorse awaiting the sound of the bell. He could not speak for fear that he would beg for release, not sexual but physical. Even though it was the hardest thing he had ever done, he sat back and let her be in charge. He reluctantly gave her his body and soul. Trusting that she would pick up the pieces in the aftermath.

Murmuring comforting words and phrases, Nikita continued to stroke him. Inches away from his ear, her lips stirred his auburn tresses with each word. Her soft voice slowly bringing him out of his hell.

Seconds seemed like minutes....Minutes became entire lifetimes.

Her seduction of Michael's mind and body was wearing him down. She forced him to focus on the places where their bodies connected. Her palms rubbed message oil into his tired and strained muscles. Her legs burned into his as they lay next to each other. He watched her worship his flesh. Her fingers whispering down to his waist. Fingernails followed right behind as she scratched him lightly enough to catch his attention.

Once his breathing changed from sharp intakes to a relaxed rhythm, she knew she had achieved half of her goal. His eyes widened as he felt the bed dip when she left his side.

"Be right back..." He started to protest, but just waited in silence. Without her there to distract him, his mind started its journey back into darkness.

Turning back towards the bed, Nikita had to stop and ponder the scene before her. His moist body glistened in the warm glow of candlelight. The vanilla oil infused the room with its delicate fragrance. Shifting in torment, Michael finally looked at Nikita.

Moving to his side, she ran her hand through his hair. "Do you trust me?"

It took several moments, but his voice sounded strained as he responded. "Yes."

"Close your eyes...."

He did. All of a sudden he felt smooth silk against his face. "...no....don't.."

"It's okay Michael...you need this...just feel....can you do that for me?"

Nodding his head he let her secure the another hideous tie around his head. Waving her hand in front of his face, she was sure he couldn't see. The loss of sight was almost his undoing. "Kita?..." His voice had a catch in it.

"Ssshhhhh......I'm right here...feel me? I won't leave your side. I want you to just concentrate on where I touch you. Focus on it. Visualize in your mind. See my hands, my lips, my tongue as it moved across you."

His groan was her sign to continue. It wasn't a groan of pain...but one of passion and desire.

She worked her hands over his legs pulling and pushing his sinewy body. She moved over every part of him, describing what she was doing and how he looked to her. Before long Michael was arching his body towards her caress. He now pulled at the restraints trying to get closer to her. His desire to escape wasn't because of anxiety. He needed to feel all of her pressed up against him.

"Ni-ki-ta......ahh..."

"What love, I'm right here?… Tell me what you want."

Could he express his burning need? He wanted to be buried in her. He wanted to feel her hot and wet passage surrounding him as he plowed in and out. He needed to feel her under him with his chest pressed to hers as he held their hips together. He needed her.

"What do you want Michael."

It took forever, but finally he gave in. He had to tell her.

"You... inside you...please"

Nikita was pleased. But the true test was yet to come. "How Michael? What do you want me to do?"

He caught his breath as she tugged on his erect cock. He almost lost all thought. "undo me...need you under me..."

Sighing, that was not the answer Nikita was looking for. "No Michael...I'm not going to release you...focus...just feel"

Pleasure coursed through them both as Nikita climbed onto of him and impaled herself on his shaft. He was embedded in her so deep that Michael couldn't tell where he ended and she began. He tried to push into her, but Nikita tightened her thighs and regained control.

"No....just lay still ... relax."

Nikita set the pace. She lifted herself off him centimeter by centimeter till his head was at her entrance. Pausing for a moment, she then descended with the same speed as she drove him over the edge. She refused to quicken her thrusts even at his insistence. It seemed like hours as she slowly released and engulfed his growing member.

When he turned over the last vestige of control to Nikita, she gave him what he wanted. She sped up the pace until he caught the rhythm. She then changed it and watch his face contort in frustration.

"need...oh....kita...more.."

Gentle laughter was what he heard, but Nikita knew the cost of those words. She knew the precious gift he had given her. It was priceless and she wanted him to experience all that was possible. Moving her hips in figure 8 gyrations, Nikita finally could no longer resist the calling of her own body.

"oooo...ah...Michael..."

The thrusts became harder, deeper and faster as she bounced up and down on him. She squeezed her internal grip around him with each movement. In...Out...In ..Out.. in. out. in. out. inoutinoutinoutIN....

"AHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDD"

They both erupted as their bodies writhed in ecstasy. Michael poured himself into the deep recesses of her body, and Nikita shook with involuntary spasms. Falling forward on his chest, Nikita collapsed in exhaustion. They both felt each other's aftershocks, which set off another round of their own. Together they rode the waves. Despite the bonds and darkness, Michael had never felt so free. Giving up all control had brought him to another level. His orgasm had not only been the physical release of his need. His soul had finally found its wings.

When she regained his strength, Nikita released Michael's arms and uncovered his face. Kissing his deeply, she whispered her thanks.

With a smile as old as time, he looked deep into her blue depths. All he could say was, "I think I might need some new ties."

Laughing hysterically, Nikita could barely see through her tears. "Uhm Michael … Let me get those for you. Okay?"

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Kitchen ~wrigs

Igniting, burning, consuming... the overall state of Michael's kitchen...HOT! It didn't matter how they had gotten to the kitchen, but once there food seemed the last thing on either of their minds.

"My God, what did you do to the heat?" Nikita panted, sipping with quick kisses the rolling beads of perspiration suddenly developed on her lover's forehead.

They stood there naked, still slick from their exertions.

"It's still here." Michael whispered against her back. Bundling her hair to give better attention to her shoulders and neck, his hands strummed her ribcage.

"I'm thirsty." She whispered, moving his hands to her breasts and rotating her hips against his growing erection.

He shivered, breath catching in his throat. She felt a momentary coolness as he opened the refrigerator door. But he refused to allow her access, his one arm circled her waist, holding her close.

"Close your eyes." He whispered between bites to her shoulders.

She shook her head, hands moving back to cup his buttocks. She massaged them, squeezing and pushing them as his arm moved to stroke her breast.

"Do it." He ordered, pulling her impossibly closer.

She nodded, leaning her head against his shoulder. His hand couldn't stop the attention to her left breast, and she couldn't keep her hips from bucking against his.

"Open your mouth." She complied finding a kiss that seemed to last forever. His tongue battling hers in search of more.

He stopped abruptly, pouring milk into her open lips. Her tongue lapped at the excess, and found his lips over hers again.

He broke contact slowly, turning her to appreciate the trails of milky fluid. Her mound held most of the excess, and his fingers flicked gently at the area.

She shivered, and clutched at his wrist. Her nod seem to say too much. Reluctantly his fingers stopped their torture. But his eyes devised tortures of their own. Worshiping her heaving breasts and wet lips.

Unwilling to lose total contact, Nikita stroked his forearms lightly, moving upward to tentatively mesh with his hair. His hand caught hers.

Kissing her palm, he led her to the thermostat. Plunging the needle to a surprising fifty degrees, he settled her over a vent in the floor.

With a grunt and groan lost to the intimate world of lovers, the air conditioning gr