Honeymoon

Michael carries Nikita into the room, and Nikita immediately starts to nip at Michael's neck. Both are still in the wedding clothes. The door closes with a little click, but is not noticed.

Michael runs his hands up Nikita's long legs as he lets her stand up, and Nikita maintains contact with his neck.

"Mmmm... let's get rid of this..." Nikita moans and with one swift move, Nikita rips off the shirt. Nikita slowly licks down the neck. Her hands run over the rippled muscles and tease lightly at Michael's nipples. He takes a sharp breath and runs his hands into Nikita's hair. He helps direct her hot and warm mouth over to his left nipple. Nikita begins to nurse it, and feelings overwhelm him. Michael begins to slowly circle Nikita to the bed in the quarters.

The bed hits Nikita's knees and then she falls lightly back onto the soft bed. Michael quickly pulls off the blue dress and looks down at the site below. He had been teased by Nikita all day as she made him know she was wearing no underwear.

"You are shaved..." Michael says as he lets a hand run over the bare skin and Nikita shivers in delight.

"Makes it more sensitive." Nikita says as she licks her lips as a slight coat of sweat starts to cover her tender face.

"And were you in this condition all day?" Michael asks as he dips a hand into Nikita and shows the glistening hand to Nikita and Nikita winks.

"Only for you..." Nikita moans as she wiggles her hips. "Now... down to business..." Nikita says softly.

Michael pulls her legs apart and slightly blows on the tender area. Her legs dance slightly with excitement, and Michael holds them further apart. He slowly starts to lap, using the broad side of his tongue to cover the entire area. Michael looks up as he licks over the shaven bare skin and winks to Nikita. Slowly he lets a finger start to stretch Nikita, knowing she would be doing a lot on this train ride.

Nikita bits at her lip, not wanting to let the pleasure over take her yet, she wants Michael.

"I NEED YOU!" Nikita grows. Michael smiles.

"I never leave a lady in need..." Michael says and is soon, sliding himself into the tight glove that Nikita provides for his long and thick bat. They start slowly, but the need consumes both quickly and soon both are screaming in delight.

"When did the train start to move?" Nikita asks as Michael holds her in his arms.

"mmm, I don't know...." Michael says.

"Time enough for another round?" Nikita asks as a she touches low on Michael.

"There is always time." Michael says as he pulls Nikita back towards him.

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

Nikita stirs lightly and can feel the huge bed around her and a light cover over her body. She stretches her longs legs and opens her eyes lightly.

"'Morning" Michael says as he walks into the room. Nikita blinks several times and smiles lightly.

"Michael... where are we... we were on the train." Nikita says lightly as she lifts her head from the large pillow.

"Oh..." Michael says as he sits lightly on the bed and strokes Nikita's forehead. "You were out cold, so I carried you to this room." Michael says and he kisses her forehead.

"Where are we?" Nikita asks softly.

"Oh.. we are in Sandusky." Michael says softly and Nikita continues to blink her eyes. "Somewhere that Section won't look for us." Michael says and he rubs her check softly. Nikita stretches her arms and smiles.

"What's for breakfast?" Nikita asks. Michael stands up and moves out of the bedroom and soon brings in a cart.

"It had just arrived... I hope I ordered well enough." Michael says. Nikita pulls off the silver tray lids and smiles.

"Strawberries..." Nikita mutters with a mischief smiles and she picks one up and slips it into her lips.

"I'm glad to see that your lips aren't sore." Michael says with a wink.

"Michael... it's breakfast.. no need to talk like that!" Nikita says with mock surprize. Nikita immediately sits up and moves to her bag.

"Nikita.. what are you doing..." Michael asks as he watches Nikita rummage through her bag.

"Ah.. just need... Ah..." Nikita says and she pulls out the bottle and Michael steps closer to her. Nikita pulls out a little pill and Michael pushes the bottle away.

"Nikita... we are married." Michael says as he tries to pry the pill out of Nikita's hand.

"But I was not told to stop... you know Section." Nikita says with sad eyes.

"SO, if you would get pregnant... Madeline would stand with Anna in her arms and say get rid of it!" Michael says harshly and Nikita lets the pill drop the floor and turns her back to Michael.

"But what if something happens to Madeline..." Nikita says with tears in her face.

"Nikita... I didn't mean to upset you... if you feel better then take it... I just thought..." Michael says as he touches her shoulders.

Nikita pauses for a moment and turns to Michael.

"It's our honeymoon." Nikita says softly and then she takes Michael's head and pushes it to her mouth. They kiss slowly but gathering intensity. Michael fingers the light green silk nightgown that Nikita is wearing. Michael had chose it when they arrived because it was easy to put on, and therefore easy to take off.

Nikita's one hand starts to push away the terry cloth robe to touch the warm muscles. Nikita's fingertip runs up and down the grove where the muscles meet in unision.

Michael rolls his shoulders back, making the robe fall of his shoulders. He runs his lips to Nikita's shoulder, and as he kisses each shoulder the thread thin straps fall off her shoulder, allowing the silk to fall around Nikita's ankles.

"mmm... 'Kita..." Michael mutters as his mouth come off of Nikita's shoulder and Nikita kisses at Michael's neck.

"No words... actions, Michael... remember... actions..." Nikita mutters as she wraps her hands around his neck. Her eyes staring straight into Michael's. SHe pulls up on her arms and wraps her legs around Michael. They move slowly to the bed, yet again.

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

Nikita looks around her as she stands in line with Michael. The roaring of roller coasters around her throb in her ears.

"Not what I had imagined." Nikita says softly as she squeezes through the enterance gate.

"After three days in the hotel.. we had to get out." Michael says as he grabs Nikita's waist and leads her with the flow of the crowd. Nikita looks around Cedar Point and smiles. But, the roller coasters catch her attention and then race her pulse. Of to the side is one roller coaster, green and purple. Of course there are other rides, but everyone is walking towards this one line.

"Michael... I have never ridden a roller coaster in my life." Nikita says softly as she pulls him to the side.

"Nikita, this isn't the line for that... I would never take you on the Raptor first." Michael says softly. He nudges her forward, but she stops him and turns around.

"It's the line for that... isn't it?" Nikita asks softly. Michael looks at Nikita and laughs.

"Would I do that to you?" Michael asks with a laugh.

"Yes!" Nikita says with pouting eyes. Michael turns her to him.

"Look, it is just like flying in an airplane.. but most of the time safer." Michael says.

"Most of the time? Most of the time!" Nikita screams and Michael smiles.

"It's safer than being in Section." Michael mutters as he looks at Nikita. Nikita reluctantly enters the line. Michael stands behind her and holds her belt hoops in the front of her blue jean skort. Every once in a while, Nikita would turn around and kiss Michael softly.

Nikita is ok as she watches the ride around her. If anything, it is the noise that the ride makes that makes it all so scary. Therefore Nikita is alright until the shoulder harness comes down over her chest and Nikita turns to Michael with wide open eyes.

The floor drops from underneath her feet and she is hanging in the ride. Her pace starts to race.

They start up the hill and Nikita starts to close her eyes.

"Nikita.. you will miss it..." Michael says as he looks at her face tight with terror.

"Michael... this is torture.." Nikita says as she looks around her, the ground getting further and further away.

Michael takes hold of her hand and weaves his hand inbetween her fingers as they plunge.

But Nikita soon is enjoying it, as if she was flying. She screams, but so does Michael. It releases her and she wishes the ride would last.

Nikita bounces ahead of Michael as they exit the ride Magnum. Nikita can easily see the sky and the massive lake as they crested the hill of the roller coaster. It was so peaceful, yet exciting at the same time.

Michael takes her hand and leads her off to the side. They cross over to the beach and picinic place.

"But, Michael... we didn't bring a picinic." Nikita says with a soft smile. Michael pulls her to him softly. Nikita places her hands in Michael's front pockets and he moans. He motions to a place that is more secluded. Nikita kisses his lips lightly as they jog to the place.

Michael looks at Nikita and she knows they have to be careful. No flinging off clothing here. Luckily, the skort will be easy to make it look like it is still on.

Michael rubs Nikita's chest through the navy t-shirt and smiles.

"You know that you were cold when we came off the water ride." Michael says with an evil grin. Nikita playfully slaps Michael.

"I wanted you right then... but you wanted to ride more." Michael says as Nikita licks at his neck. He unzips the skort and slightly slides it down. Nikita rolls her head back.

"We could get caught." Michael moans as Nikita unzips Michael. Nikita licks her lips lightly as she sees that Michael was being a naughty boy... no underwear.

"I think you had this planned." Nikita says as she reaches her hand in. Michael closes his eyes as her cool skin touches his warm skin. He almost jumps. He quickly decides to return the pleasure.

"Of course..." Michael moans as he lets his smooth finger move over her little nub as it has memorized exactly what Nikita enjoys. He rubs around clockwise, then slowly counterclockwise and then pushed to the right roughly. Nikita is moaning in pleasure and she lightly moves her hands over Michael's satin steel tool. She moves slowly down and squeezes slightly.

"Nikita..." Michael moans as he holds around her hips and carefully lowers her down. Both of their heads fall backwards.

Michael and Nikita walk slowly back into the park. The lady smiles and lets them back into the ride section.

Nikita immediately heads to the Raptor again.

"You can't get enough, can you?" Michael asks. Nikita walks behind Michael and cups her hands into his pockets. He can feel her fingers moving lightly.

"Nope." Nikita says casually, but it lights a fire for Michael.

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

Michael sits in the driver seat as he pulls out of Cedar Point's parking lot later that afternoon. Michael still had plans for the day, so Nikita went, although, after Michael promised that they could come back later in the week. Nikita was easily the roller coaster junkie now. Michael was pleased. He knew that roller coasters would fit Nikita's style.

Nikita sat, with the window open, watching the lake's edge. Lake Erie was big, and sort of reminded Nikita of the ocean. Her hair flew in the space behind the headrest, in the incoming breeze.

"We will have to be able to handle difficult situations... Madeline will expect more out of us." Michael says as he looks at Nikita.

"I thought we weren't talking business." Nikita says as she smiles at Michael.

"Oh... but this training... it would be fun." Michael says with a broad smile.

"I don't know if I like that smile." Nikita says.

"Mmm... you will." Michael says again, holding the same smile. He looks down at her clothes. He loved Nikita, but he also lusted for Nikita. When Nikita held him in the park, Michael felt he could never please Nikita enough.

"Why don't you unzip?" Michael says as he stops at a red light. Nikita raises an eyebrow, but does as Michael says. Seen is a little patch of her ivory skin. Michael looks at it briefly and licks his lips as the light turns green.

"Just take them off." Michael says. Nikita laughs, but thinking of the game, she does. Michael reaches towards her and rubs her stomache above the tender and sweet area softly, causing goosebumps.

"Mmm.. Michael... are you sure this is training?" Nikita mutters as Michael's hand slowly begins to wonder down further. Michael, amazingly, can watch the road and start to rub Nikita.

"Here, let me help you..." Nikita says as her pulse starts to race with need. She spreads her legs open and Michael's hand slides to the place it feels naturally attracted too.

Nikita allows her head to push against the headrest and she parts her red lips and lets a small moan rush out. She aches to move against them, but knows that she can easily be seen.

"Sweet torture... it makes it all better.... you can feel it touching.... rubbing... moving... and you can't." Michael says in soft words as he pulls lightly at the nub with two finger tips.

"Makes it better... harder... you can't move... I am the only one who can please you..." Michael continues his words. He still has not looked at Nikita again, half concentrating on driving.

"I can stop..." Michael says and his hand stops. Nikita moans, "PLEASE" and Michael starts his hand again.

"Or I can pull and twist..." Michael says. As he does these movement, he stops at a stoplight. Nikita is close and she has closed her eyes and her breathing is irregular. Michael pushes against the oversensitive nub and he sees the rush of color to Nikita's face. He can feel it, and knows that she is beyond pleased.

**********

Michael pulls into the little camping ground and Nikita pulls her sleeping head up from the headrest. She was tired from the day's events and now was wondering why they didn't go back to the hotel. Michael nods the man and drives slowly around the huge circle.

"Why aren't we going back to the hotel?" Nikita asks softly.

"If we stay in one place too long, Section may locate us before it is time." Michael says softly, not admitting he justed want to have as many experiences with Nikita before they had to head back to the reality of their lifes.

"Why here?" Nikita asks as Michael pulls up to a spot where a tent is already pitched and some equipment is already set up.

"This campground rents equipment... the rich come here... not much wildlife around, but the lake is over to the right, and our tent is already for us." Michael says as he parks the car. He steps out and walks around to Nikita's side. Nikita steps out and smiles at the trees around the site.

"I never was in a real tent..." Nikita says as she heads to the family size tent that Michael had rented. Michael watched Nikita unzip the tent's door and enters the tent after taking her shoes off.

"I thought you spent a lot of time in tents... that was what your home was identified as." Michael says softly, and Nikita pokes her head out of the tent.

"Make-shift tents, Michael." Nikita says with a harsh face. "Nothing close to this." Nikita says and she slides back into the tent.

Michael soon follows her. Nikita is curled up in a corner and doesn't lift her head as Michael crawls over to her.

"That is the part of your life I don't know anything about... I know you must hate it... but..." Michael says softly as he pushes the golden hair back from her face.

"Michael... I was scared... scared.. and sometimes I had a make-shift tent.. but most of the time it was a box or an abandoned building." Nikita says softly.

"It sounds terrible... if this is too much.. we can go find a hotel until we can get to the new one tomorrow." Michael says as Nikita's head pulls up further.

"No.. first time in a real tent..." Nikita says softly.

Michael pushes a log on the fire and he looks back at Nikita. The flames lighting her face up and making soft dances on her face. The fire crackles and Nikita puts her marshmellow into the fire. It immediately catches fire.

"You are suppose to roast it." Michael says as Nikita watches the marshmellow burn quickly. Nikita looks at the graham crackers and pieces of chocolate and quickly blows out the marshmellow. She combines it into the sandwich and soon is eating the sweet snack. Michael smiles as some marshmellow oozes onto Nikita's lips. Michael leans over and kisses at it softly.

The fire is slowly dying as Michael and Nikita are just starting. Michael softly rubs against the sweatshirt tha Nikita had placed on when the sun went down. Although the sweatshirt is large, Michael has no problem finding Nikita's chest.

Nikita looks at Michael's eyes and the flames have made them look totally alive like they are when he is in the throws of total passion.

Michael is about to say something, and Nikita raises two fingers to his lips and smiles. Nikita places the remaining chocolate in a cup and places it near the fire.

Michael helps Nikita dispose of her sweatshirt, leaving her in the t-shirt that she had worn in the park. Michael kisses Nikita's head softly. He slowly peaks kisses all of Nikita's face as Nikita runs her righthand pointer finger nail up and down his chest lightly.

"Why don't we..." Michael moans as he motions to the tent.

"Safety first." Nikita says as she starts to put out the fire. Michael climbs into the tent and lays for Nikita to enter. Nikita grabs the cup and is happy to see that the chocolate melted to a warm sauce.

"So, how much is the tent if we ruin it?" Nikita asks as she bringing in the chocolate. Nikita zips the door closed and moves to Michael. She slides off his jeans and looks at the chocolate. She takes some of the chocolate sauce and runs it over the surface of Michael's lovesource. Michael moans lightly.

"Mmm.. a fudge pop!" Nikita exclaims. "Better eat it before it melts!" NIkita says and slowly she licks her tongue up the side of the lovesource.

"But this fudge pop has cream filling..." Michael moans out as Nikita takes the chocolate covered lovesource deep into her throat.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Michael moans as Nikita takes him deep. He holds onto the floor of the tent as Nikita continues and he wants to hold off for a while so he can enjoy what he is recieving.

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

Michael hands the cash over to the dock owner and the owner hands over the keys.

"I'll need it back in by nightfall." The dock owner says as he points to the small speedboat that is at the end of the dock. Nikita's hair is pulled up in a ponytail and lightly tickles her neck.

"And Put in Bay is straight ahead... Will we be able to dock?" Michael asks as he starts down the dock.

"Sure, will... go ride some bikes.... The double ones are fun." the owner says as he waves them goodbye.

Nikita leans over the boat as Michael pushes it's speed up. The breeze relaxes her body even more. On the horizon is a little island.

"I guess that is Put In Bay?" Nikita half asks, half says. Michael smiles at her with a thumbs up.

Nikita knew something was planned. Michael decided to rent the boat for a reason. If he just wanted to go to Put in Bay, they could have used the ferry. Nikita didn't think about it, but it only meant that Michael was up to some surprize she was sure she would enjoy.

"Madeline would split us up is she saw this!" Michael says as the two try to master the bicycle. Nikita will go fast, and Michael slow. Then they would switch. Half the time, they ended up in the little bushes the lined the trail. Nikita takes a huge breath and hops back on the bike.

"Ready... with the right leg... Up.... Down.... Up.... Down... Up.... Down..." Nikita calls out, and finally Michael and Nikita start to move together and the bike moves. "Up... Down... Up... Down..." Nikita continues.

"Nikita...you can stop now..." Michael says as the words are starting to get to him.

"Will you pedel right then?" Nikita asks as she glances over her shoulder.

They return the bike and quickly get into the boat. Michael starts to round the island, searching for a covered inlet.

"But, Michael.. the mainland is that way!" Nikita says as he cuts the motors. Nikita smiles as Michael moves towards her.

"Did I tell you what your directions were doing to me today?" Michael says as he slides his hands around her waist.

"No.. but I think I can feel it pretty well." Nikita says with a smart little smile.

"Have I told you how much I love that smart alec smile of yours?" Michael says as he runs his hands along the band in the back of Nikita's shorts.

"It is not a smart alec smile!" Nikita says with pouty lips.

"I... feel so close to you, Nikita." Michael says softly.

"Not as close as you can be." Nikita says with a wink.

Michael does take his time. Pulling and sucking on every pulse point, to feel Nikita's pulse rage in response. He licks lightly as her neck and then her belly button. He goes slow, and then speeds up. In trying to torture Nikita, he ends up torturing himself.

He sits up a bit and Nikita easily flips him.

"I hate being teased." Nikita mumbles as she stradles him. She eases down slowly and bends down for a kiss.

They don't go fast. Slow and gently. They move with the up and down motion of the waves... slowly pushing against the moist salty skin of each other. Some hair has escaped from Nikita's ponytail and it is plastered against the wet neck and back. Michael nibbles as he continues the pace that Nikita started, the one that Nikita chose.

Michael doesn't need to push it more than that.

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

The new hotel was not like the first one. This one, well to be put nicely, sucked. Nikita almost doubled over in laughter when she saw the huge waterbed and mirrored ceiling.

"MICHAEL!" Nikita screams out as she looks around the hotel.

"We'll leave in the morning..." Michael says as he sets the bags down. Michael moved around, and hated what he saw.

Nikita walked into the hotel room and her face was red. Michael lifted an eyebrow, and Nikita sat down.

"I called in." Nikita says softly.

"I know." Michael says as he smiles at Nikita. "How are things?" Michael asks.

"If I tell you... we will be leaving soon." Nikita says as she weaves her hands lightly.

"What is it?" Michael asks and Nikita takes a long breathe.

"Melissa was beaten up... she wants me." Nikita says with a broken laughter.

"I don't blame her... Birkoff must be hard enough to handle." Michael says.

"Madeline is with her." Nikita says tensely and Michael's eyes pop wide open.

"Not a person anyone would want." Michael says softly. He moves over and kisses Nikita. "We could leave now."

"And miss this experience?" Nikita asks as she points at the waterbed and the ceiling. She removes the t-shirt and bounds onto the waterbed. Instantly she is swept up in the waves.

Michael laughs as he touches Nikita softly. With the bed, there is no changes to warm up. Michael lifts an eyebrow and glances to the ceiling.

It's like Nikita is an angel. Michael is below her beauty. Somehow this angel escaped heaven and now was with Michael, which some called the angel of death.

Michael leans his head over to Nikita's flushed ivory skin, and slowly licks his tongue, with the broad side, along the length of her right arm. He kisses each fingertip softly and travels back up the arm.

His fingers run down the legs in a rapid motion, and play softly with the knees. Nikita's hands are floating along Michael's shoulder blades. Michael can tell when his touch is affecting Nikita by her own hands.

Michael leans forward to kiss Nikita, but the motion of the bed forces Michael's hardness to rub against the warmth of Nikita. She moans and parts her lips slightly.

"It's ok." Nikita says as she can see that Michael didn't plan on it right that moment. Slowly, Michael uses his hands to help himself into Nikita. Nikita flips her hips towards Michael and takes him in her. She grabs onto Michael's tight buttocks and holds him still.

"Niiikita..." Michael groans as he wants to moves slowly in her.

"Not yet... wait for the bed to still." Nikita says softly. Michael breaks into a heavy sweat as the bed continues to move with each breath that he takes. Nikita smiles and ripples her muscles.

"Niii-kii-taa.. you're driving me insane!" Michael groans out as he aches to move. Nikita winks and continues with what she was doing. Nikita kisses at Michael's chin lightly and then, allows Michael the control he was begging to get.

"I loved watching the mirrors Michael.. you must watch..." Nikita says about an hour later as they stretched out on the waterbed. Nikita rolls up on her knees, and slowly takes her husband into her. Michael looks and sees Nikita's eyes and then he can see the pure peace and relief on his body in the mirror above. That only, made Michael reached deeper for much more.

***********

Michael is walking down the airport's hallway, looking for Nikita has he carries their two bags. He looks up and down the hallway, until he hears, "MICHAEL, over here!"

Nikita is sitting in a huge telephone booth.

"Look what they put in... " Nikita says as she drags Michael and bags into the telephone booth.

"It's bigger than the airplane's bathroom." Nikita says with a wink.

"And is probably made out of paper.. they'll hear everything." Michael says. Nikita points to the sign that says, "This telephone is 100% soundproof to protect your privacy.

"The door." Michael says. Nikita bends down, and the booth even as a screen for the window. So Michael locks the door.

"We'll have plenty of time later.. but one last one on our honeymoon." Michael says as he hurriedly starts to undress Nikita.

"You are going to have to work for this one, buster!" Nikita jokes.

Michael is working hard and Nikita is bitting her lips, forcing back her natural reactions.

"Come on, Kita... I can't... I can't..." Michael moans as he pumps harder.

"Faster, Michael.. before we get caught." Nikita says with a smile.

Michael bends at his knees, therefore changing the angle and Nikita jumps.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Nikita screams as she now is pushing towards Michael's glisteing loins. Michael pushes back Nikita's head and bites at her neck as Nikita continues to almost scream in pleasure.

Nikita briefly looks up as Michael twitches and sees the cords in his neck standing straight up.

"YES! YES! YES!" The couple screams at the same time.

"Ready to go?" Michael asks as he pulls Nikita out of the telephone booth. The security guard shakes his head and continues on his walk.

"I don't want to go back... but first to Birkoff's."

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