Nikita sits in the chair, her legs curled under her, her hair drying, her breasts softly moving under the towel.

Michael looks at heart and feels his heart clench. She's so beautiful with the firelight gleaming off her, lighting her skin to a golden glow, finding hidden highlights of purest white in her hair, creating a halo effect *How can I even think of soiling her goodness with my emptiness?*

Nikita turns her head and catchs him looking at her, her eyes of blue liquid pulling him in with a slight smile, Nikita reaches up and unties the knot of her towel. It slowly parts to reveal her taut body, a slow flush creeping up her chest and neck.

Michael swallows as he feels her invitation while his body reacts despite his sternest lectures Nikita beckons him to her, one long slender finger curling in the air, her mouth silently forming his name Michael is unable to resist her siren call and he moves forward drawn to her beauty and the hold she has on his heart.

Reaching the chair, Michael kneels down in front of her, his hands resting on her knees and slowly gliding down her silken legs to her ankles.

With great care, he pulls her feet out from under her, tilting her body a little.

He stops for a moment and presses soft kisses on her ankles and up her legs, spreading them and placing them on his shoulders.

Nikita shivers at the overwhelming emotion, her hands reaching out to caress his face and hair, the silky strands flowing through her fingers like clear clean water.

Michael leans farther in. He glides his hands up her thighs and around to cup her bottom. His warm breath burning her skin.

His strong teeth lightly nipping at her inner thighs and then soothing the sting with a gentle tongue. With a firm grasp, Michael pulls Nikita closer to the chair edge, closer, closer.

Nikita's head is spinning. Michael's touch making her tremble, his intention clear and her blood is boiling in memory and an-tic-i-pat-ion.

Michael completes the union, his tongue searching for and finding all the hidden spots he has learned so well.

He gently sets his teeth over her clit, his tongue stroking her, his fingers caressing her.

Nikita's grip on his hair tightening and her essence spills onto his tongue.

Michael's whole world becomes concentrated on eliciting moans and murmurs from Nikita, from the woman he loves.

His excitement subdued and replaced by the desire to create for her, the ultimate release.

***********

Nikita's legs drop down, she moans and gently untangles her fingers from Michael's hair, smoothing it back into place.

Michael kisses his way down to her knees and leans back on his heels.

Nikita smiles a warm ancient woman-to-man smile that causes Michael to draw in his breath at the absolute contentment on her face.

Michael reaches out for her hand and leans in to lightly kiss her inner wrist. He can feel her pulse slowing down from it's racing speed.

Nikita watches him through lowered lids, her body so satisified and relaxed that she can hardly move. Michael had taken her to the pinnacle of sensation and then tipped her over and pulled her back.

Nikita felt like she had been drowning in sensation.

With what little strength she has, Nikita draws Michael's hand to her lips and kisses his fingertips.

Mesmerized Michael can only watch and feel as Nikita's soft full moist lips brush erotically across his fingertips. Fuller from her repeated biting to stifle her moans and screams as her body reacted to his ministrations.

"Kiss me." Michael whispers, "I'll be a lot nicer to that mouth than you are." his voice never rises above a whisper.

Powerless to stop herself, Nikita moves to kiss him, drawn by his power over her and the place he has in her heart.

***********

Their lips meet and time stops. Nikita feels as though she is blending into Michael, their hearts merging, beating as one.

Michael feels the blinding light that is the purity of Nikita's soul warming him, drawing him into her.

Nikita's hands move without conscious thought and begin to undress Michael, pushing his shirt off of his broad shoulders.

Nikita's hands stroke across the smooth flesh, feeling the strength beneath the skin and knowing that it symbolizes the innate strength of the man.

Nikita's hands tremble with desire and love as Michael pulls her closer to him.

Michael's hands move without conscious thought and begin to pull Nikita closer to him, dimmly aware that she is undressing him, but more concerned with feeling her against him.

Michael's hands stroke across her smooth flesh, feeling the softness and gentleness and knowing the sweetness it conceals.

Michael shivers as her fingers gently stroke his now nude chest, outlining and teasing him until he can barely think.

The towel stays behind on the chair as Michael pulls Nikita closer to him as he lays back onto the floor.

Nikita sprawls across Michael, her soft weight pressing onto him.

Michael spreads his legs so that Nikita can nestle against him, her hips pressing into him.

**********

Michael couldn't move and he didn't care. Nikita's weight on him was warm and uniquely female.

Michael could feel the softness of her breasts against his bare chest. Her hardened nipples rubbing against him deliciously.

Michael is thrown back to the first time he felt her against him. There in the white room, she had attacked him and he deflected. Even pressed against the floor, observed and monitored, he could feel her.

Michael remembers her unique scent, the delicate aroma that is imbedded into his system, his body reacting instinctively in response to hers.

Nikita is draped across him, her body conforming to his, fitting his perfectly.

Nikita's hair flows across him, lightly covering him as she strokes his face, her lips taking delicate nibbles of his mouth.

Nikita loses herself in his kiss, this mouth. He has only to look at her and she becomes moist, ready to take him inside.

Nikita remembers the first time Michael touched her. He had easily deflected her attack and almost gently flipped her down onto the floor. There pressed against the floor, in a strange room, with a strangely beautiful man, Nikita felt the stirrings of attraction even while her mind screamed in rage and suspicion.

Michael feels his arousal continue to climb. His head is still spinning with the delicate taste of her as she strokes her tongue slowly across his, imitating a much more intimate act.

***********

Nikita's body forcibly reminds her of her continued increasing desire. Her nipples harden into pebbles, her loins moisten and she begans aching for the feel of Michael joining with her.

With a groan Michael wraps his arms around her and gently rolls her over so that she is now laying beneath him.

Even as he lowers his weight onto her, he makes sure to keep from crushing her by propping his upper body on his elbows. Her legs instinctively spreads to allow him to nestle between them.

Nikita whimpers a little at losing the dominant position but she is soon whimpering for another reason.

Her hands smooth down his back, tracing the muscular contours with sensual curiousity.

Michael shivers and his muscles involuntarily flex in response to her gentle touch.

Nikita revels in the knowledge that she can cause such a reaction from Michael.

Michael lightly catches Nikita's lower lip between his teeth tugging as he traces the senuous curves with his tongue.

He releases her mouth only to capture it again and again, each time gently tugging on it and then soothing.

His hands glide down her sides from shoulders to hip and back up. Petting her with sweeping strokes. Igniting her blood with his langorous movements.

Nikita's skin tingles, his touch imprinted on her psyche, her body learning it's true mate, the one she was made for.

Her hands clench into his back, digging tiny furrows in reaction.

With a groan and a grab for his self-control, Michael slides his hands up her arms and clasps her hands in his, pressing them down on either side of her head. Openning her for his kisses, his touch, his desire.

He releases her mouth to start nuzzling her neck with teeth and tongue.

"Michael. Let me touch you." Nikita whispers, deprived of breath and volume by his caresses.

"I can't." he breathes hoarsely.

Nikita wraps her long strong legs around his, pressing her nakedness against the material of his pants, feeling his response through the single layer of cloth.

She starts to rock against him, her body signaling it's acceptance, it's desire, it's need.

**********

Michael groans and tries to pull away from Nikita's thrusting hips. She's going to drive him insane if she doesn't stop.

Nikita tightens her grip and starts to squirm in little circles against him. Her excitement making them both moist.

"Kita, Stop." Michael pleads, his control slipping as she strokes her body against his.

"Take off your pants Michael." Nikita whispers as she kisses and licks around his ear. Her breath hot, her voice sultry.

"Make love to me Michael. I need to feel you inside me, filling me, ... joining with me." Nikita's voice drops to a light murmur, becoming a breeze of sensous demand.

Michael shudders and releases a long sigh, his mind swirling with the images Nikita has planted in his brain with her words and her actions.

His heart is echoing the rapid beat of Nikita's, their blood is boiling, pulses racing, skin sweating, temperatures rising, mouths open to draw in precious breaths.

Michael slowly lets go of Nikita's hands, his fingers slipping out of their entanglement.

With a shiver of anticipated fulfillment, Nikita loosens her leg lock enough to allow him to move, still keeping her ankles hooked around him, just in case.

Trembling, Michael reaches down to remove the last of his clothes, his knuckles scraping Nikita's softness and causing her to cry out with a quickened response to his touch.

**********

"Open your eyes, Nikita" Michael whispers in her ear

Nikita swallows slightly and lifts her lashes slowly, there in front of her, in all his glory stood Michael

Gifted only with what God gave him. Nikita salivates slightly and has to swallow again

"Michael" she whispers as she opens her arms to him. Welcoming him to her, binding him to her in the elemental link that happens between a man and a woman

Michael takes her into his arms, pressing her body against his. She is his, on the most primitive level there is, his. Slowly he strokes her, tracing the moistness with his finger

Nikita moves with him, charming him, calling to him, bringing him closer to her, further into her spell, into her web, their web of desire

At long last they touch, just a moment then away. Fire races through Nikita's blood at the teasing pattern of advance and retreat that he starts, playing with her driving her crazy, stroking her flames, bringing her to a boil.

"Michael." she groans in a breathless whimper, "Now!"

Deliberately she pushes closer to him, trying to capture him, entrap him, enclose him within her.

***********

Nikita's hands clench and she bites her lip to keep from crying out as her body and heart is stretched and filled, receiving Michael.

Michael pauses, hearing Nikita's involuntary gasp, his body shuddering, he tries to allow her time to accept him.

Nikita sighs and suddenly she surges upward, taking all of him, reaching for him to pull him close.

Michael gasps with surprise and sensation and goes to her, a willing victim of her charms. Being careful to support his weight on his arms, he slides his entire body over hers in a caress and begins to move in slow measured strokes.

Her hands stroke his back, her mouth caresses his skin. She kisses and licks him, her mouth gliding over his skin and their tongues meet and duel.

Michael continues his slow steady pacing, prolonging the loving and keeping Nikita balanced on the edge on sensation.

Nikita bites his chin and remembers the moment in Bauer's kitchen when she first tasted Michael. There in the middle of that terrible man's home, Michael had tasted clean and fresh.

**********

Michael's head spun. The combination of Nikita's body and the feel of her teeth nipping at his chin cause his body to tremble with reaction and his soul to pulsuate with rememberance.

Nikita had gone off mission profile with Bauer, easily lying about meeting "Peter" the morning after in bed for the first time and then she had told Bauer "He's my first and only true love" and had bit him. At that moment, Michael had realized that he was lost.

Nikita was his and he was hers. No matter the lies, the betrayals, the deceptions, the compromises, the manipulations that would come in time, she was his and he was hers.

Nikita's whimpers pull Michael back to the present, her body beckoning him, enticing him, seducing him.

Nikita twists this way and that, pulling Michael deeper into her spell, entrapping him as she takes control of the moment.

Michael feels her body sway and twine about him in a sensual fog, his body throbbing in sensation.

Nikita's hands clasp Michael's strong jawline and she pulls him down for a kiss. Her mouth moving against his in a teasing motion as she pushes up against him.

Michael willingly rolls over, entranced with Nikita's weight on top of him, pressing into him.

Nikita's mouth presses against his, her tongue flicking out to trace his lips, her mouth coaxing his mouth open.

Nikita clasps her legs around him, her hips moving in a small steadily increasing circle. Every inch of him touches every inch of her as she rubs against him like a cat seeking attention.

Michael's hands entwine in her hair, enchanted by the silky texture and feel. Her scent rises to tease his nostrils as he feels her temperature increase, her nipples scraping his, her breath gasping, her body clasping, her heart pounding, her skin shivering and he listens to her quiet screams as she pulls him with her to completion.

Michael is helpless in her grasp and never has he felt so free and so wanted as to know that this exquisite creature wants him and desires his pleasure, his soul, his heart.

The End

Send suggestions and comments to ranma.