Leave me Breathless

Sequel to "Seven Days A Week"

"Go on, go on,
Leave me breathless..."

***

You know something? Life can be good. As a matter of fact, life is good. I never knew that I'd feel that way in Section 1, but I do. There's only one person who can make me feel this way. One look from his stunningly green eyes and I'm head over heels.

Things have changed. Immensely. I guess we've never been what you call 'friends'... way too much sexual tension. But after that night in my apartment... let's just say that things definitely changed.

In short, things are good now, really good. I'm meeting him in about an hour. He has reports to finish. I think I'll go and see what's up with him. You know, give him an incentive to finish quickly.

So I knock on his office door and open it. He lifts his head from the computer screen and looks at me. I smile to him. He smiles back. Ok, it's not an ear-to-ear smile, it's more of a lip-twitch. But that's all you get from Michael. At least when we're at Section. When we're alone, it's entirely different. I can make him do a lot more than smile.

"What is it, Ni-ki-ta?" he asks me quietly, his oh-so-sensual voice gliding over the syllables of my name. God, I LOVE it when he does that!

"Are you almost finished?" I ask, slowly running my fingers back and forth on his desk. His warm hand covers mine and stills it. I raise my eyes to look into his. His eyes are burning into mine, his fingers stroke the back of my hand and I hold my breath. That's all I can do to avoid jumping him here and now.

"Almost," he replies, still not releasing my hand.

"I'll wait for you." I smile. "Can I have my hand back now?"

His lips twitch again in that rather small but very cute Michael-smile. He gives me my hand back, but not before he brings it to his mouth and kisses it. God, I have to get out of here ASAP. My self-control is slipping away as we speak.

"Good." I say and walk out, winking at him before I leave. Now he knows he has something to look forward to. That'll make him work faster.

What will I do in this detested place 'til he's done? Have a small talk with Walter, perhaps? Yeah, it's a good way to relax my raging hormones.

***

"The daylight's fading slowly,
but time with you is standing still..."

***

I feel happy. I haven't felt this happy in years, certainly not since I've been in Section. It's all thanks to her.

Nikita is something special. She is the only truly good thing in this place. Her wonderful blue eyes mesmerize me with only one look, her smile always makes me feel better, her kisses... don't let me start talking... I may never finish.

So I feel good. I'm about to meet her tonight. I just have to finish those damn reports. She dropped in here a few minutes ago. Looking at me innocently with those big blue eyes, asking me if I'm finished. I know what she was trying to do. She knows that a look is all it takes to make me drop everything and come running to her. I don't know what she's planning for tonight, but it will be good, no doubt. It's always good with her. Just being near her is wonderful. But we usually do so much more.

This whole thing started between us not so long ago. It was an impossibly long week when the tension between us peaked and finally broke. I still remember that evening. It was a Sunday night and she invited me over to dinner. I said nothing during the meal because I was afraid I'd lose control and just jump on her. Then we watched a movie and she was sitting there next to me, her shoulder slightly brushing mine, her scent driving me crazy. And I couldn't wait any longer. It was definitely a night to remember.

Things became crazy for me after that night. It has been even harder to concentrate on my work instead of how good her legs looked in that outrageously short skirt she was wearing two days ago, or how her tank top clings to her sweaty body during workout.

I already caught some nasty looks that Operations threw at me when he thought I wasn't paying enough attention to the briefing. I guess he's not too happy with this situation.

Madeline is not too pleased herself, but, unlike Operations, she's more... subtle. Yesterday she told me that it seems that I'm 'distracted' and asked me if 'everything's alright'. I told her that everything's fine and just walked away.

One report is all that stands now between me and a wonderful night with Nikita. I think I'll finish in record time. I've never worked this fast in my whole life. It's The Nikita Effect.

***

"I'm waiting for you only,
the slightest touch and I feel weak..."

***

"Hi Walter!" Good old Walter. He's always here when I need him.

"Hi Sugar." He smiles at me, putting his pliers down. "So, what did I do to deserve this honor?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to see how you've been," I reply, playing with the metal pieces on his desk.

"Michael's busy, huh?" He sees right through me. What can I say, when it comes to Michael I'm an open book. We chat for several minutes when I finally feel a tingling sensation in the back of my neck. It's not something physical, really, it's a feeling, deep inside me, a feeling that never fails to set my nerves on fire, to make my heart pound. Michael is near. I know without looking.

Walter smiles a knowing smile. He knows our conversation is over. I turn my head to look at Michael, who's standing several feet away from us. His face is blank as usual but his eyes... oh his beautiful eyes.... are filled with emotion, with promise.

I turn back to Walter and give him a peck on the cheek.

"Night, Walter."

"Good night, Sugar," he gives me another evil grin, "you kids enjoy yourselves tonight." Oh, we will. We definitely will.

I walk towards Michael, pacing slowly, seductively. I see the desire flare in his eyes for a second before it is hidden again behind the expressionless mask.

He takes my coat from me and helps me put it on. His touch is causing my heart to skip a beat and my mind think about sexy nasty things I want to do to him. I feel my cheeks go hot. I still feel somewhat shy around Michael sometimes. He had always had the power to make me nervous as a cat.

"Shall we?" I ask and he nods slightly, in a barely noticeable gesture and places his warm palm in the small of my back, guiding me away. I feel his warmth beginning to engulf me. I can't wait to get home, to bed. I'm not tired.

***

"I cannot lie, from you I cannot hide,
and I'm losing the will to try,
can't hide it, can't fight it..."

***

When we entered the car, she gave me such a heated look that I wanted to drive straight to her apartment. To rip her clothes off of her and do the bed some damage. But I also wanted to take her out, to dinner. We rarely go out, we've never had a real 'date', and I want to have that to with her, too. I want a chance to wine and dine her, to kiss her hand in a crowded restaurant, to dance with her. Vertically.

So I start the car and drive to a fancy French restaurant, not too far from her apartment, working on calming my raging libido. It's never easy with her around. She gives me a questioning look, clearly wondering what the hell are we doing there when there are so many other things we can be doing.

We head out of the car and into the restaurant. We have reservations. I look at her and see her eyes sparkle. She has an excited look on her face, that sweet smile that I love and she looks like she is lit from within. An angel. And all mine.

The hostess leads us to our table in a secluded part of the restaurant and walks away, telling us that the waiter will be with us in a minute. I help Nikita take her coat off and drape it on the back of her chair. I take a seat in front of her and take in her exquisite beauty. She looks around at the restaurant with big excited eyes and I can't help but smile. Sometimes, she looks like a little girl. So sweet, naive and innocent.

The waiter approaches us and hands us the menus. I open the menu without taking my eyes off of her. She catches my look and blushes slightly, giving me a small, embarrassed smile. She knows I've been watching her. I can never get enough.

***

"And if there's no tomorrow,
and all we have is here and now..."

***

I look around, admiring the quiet elegance of the restaurant and the soft music in the background. I suddenly feel aware to Michael's eyes on me and turn my head to look at him. In his eyes I see openness, emotions, that are usually hidden. I can see amusement, desire and... yes, love. I feel my cheeks grow hot and give Michael a small, embarrassed smile. He does that sometimes, watching me for a long time like he can't get his fill. It makes me feel so cherished, so protected. When he's looking after me I know that there's nothing in the world that can harm me.

"Shall we order?" he asks in his soft, sexy voice and I melt.

"You order for me," I answer him, not caring what we'll eat as long as I can look into those beautiful eyes some more, "I trust you." I trust you.

He nods, his eyes sparkle with pride and obvious enjoyment. Such a small thing but it means a lot to him.

I take a quick look at the menu. It's all in French. I think I made the right decision by letting Michael choose our menu for the evening. I can't tell the snails from the veal.

He scans the menu and lifted his hand to signal the waiter. He speaks to him in French with that lilting accent I love so much. It never fails to turn me on. The waiter nods, appreciation on his face as he glides away.

"So what did you order?"

He looks at me through half-lidded eyes and slowly wraps his palm around mine, bringing it to his lips and kisses it softly.

"You'll see."

Anticipation surges through me as I impatiently await our meal and to what I know will come after we leave, in the privacy of my bedroom. In the privacy of our bedroom.

Everything around us drifts into the background as I drown in the green depths of my beloved's eyes. Nothing exists, nothing matters, but us. The spell breaks when the waiter arrives and pours the wine, handing it to Michael for tasting. Michael swirls the rich, ruby-colored liquid in his glass and sips. He nods his approval and the waiter smiles and retreats.

He takes my glass and pours some of the wine into it. I take it and take a sip. Perfect. Silky, not too sweet, with a wonderful aftertaste.

Michael is good at selecting wine, just like he's good in about everything else. He's perfection. He's Michael.

***

"I'm happy just to have you,
you're all the love I need somehow..."

***

It's wonderful to see the enjoyment in her eyes. I take a glance around the restaurant and notice the spacious dance floor. This is another thing I've always longed to do with her. Not under orders. I get up from my chair and offer her my hand in an invitation, "Dance with me?"

Her smile brightens, "Of course."

She puts her hand in mine and I lead her to the dance floor. The tune playing is quiet, romantic. Perfect. I envelop her in my arms as we begin swaying to the music. I love this feeling; the subtle scent of her hair, the warmth of her body pressed to mine, the feel of her palm in my hand. She's looking at me, smiling.

"What?" I can't help but ask.

She blinks, lowers her eyelashes for a moment and lifts her eyes to look at me. "Thank you," she says simply.

I press a kiss to her forehead. "No, thank you."

We dance some more, relishing the pleasure of being in each other's arms. Finally, I kiss her forehead again and guide her back to the table.

***

"It's like a dream,
although I'm not asleep,
And I never want to wake up,
Don't lose it, don't leave it..."

***

The meal is lovely, perfect, but then, I expected no less from Michael. He chooses food just like he does everything else. Expertly, gracefully and with an excellent taste. I look happily into his enchanting eyes as I take a sip from the wine and begin to eat. The salad is rich in flavor and slightly tangy on my tongue, the main course is delightful and tempting and the dessert... I sigh dreamily as Michael feeds me the small chocolate-covered, ice-cream-filled pastries.

"Did you enjoy your dessert?" he asks with a glint in his eyes.

Dessert. Sometimes just the way he says certain words drive me crazy. And this is one of them. He pronounces it Du-ser, with his oh-so-sexy French accent. He makes me think of a lot more creative things one can do with ice cream and chocolate sauce.

I blink and notice him staring at me, an amused glint in his eyes. He knows where my mind is wandering. Evil, sexy man. He does it all on purpose. He knows how much I'm turned on by that accent of his. Through the fog in my mind and my very naughty thoughts I recall that he asked me a question. What was that again? Oh, right.

"Yes. The dessert was wonderful." I smile at him and uncross my legs under the table, accidentally brushing one leg against his calf. He's not the only one who can play that game.

His eyes bore into mine as I brush my leg back and forth across his calves and thighs. He squirms a little uneasily in his chair and my smile broadens. I know I'm getting to him.

"Michael?"

"Yes."

"Let's go home."

***

"So, go on, go on,
Come on, leave me breathless,
Tempt me, tease me
Until I can't deny this loving feeling,
make me long for your kiss,
Go on, go on, yeah, come on..."

***

I feel him everywhere. The touch of his hands on my waist... the taste of his tongue in my mouth... the slight pressure of his hardness against my eager body... I'm breathless.
Oh, god, I think I'm melting.

Her body feels so good pressed to mine. Her skin smooth as silk... her lips taste of wine and desire... her sweet moans like music to my ears. She's a living flame and I am burning.

Oh god, oh god, This is almost more that I can take. My moans are loud in my own ears, yet I can't seem to stop. I clutch at his shoulders and hang on to him. His body is sleek with sweat and passion and moving in slow, synchronized movements. He slows down and I whimper. This is not remotely enough. I want, no, I need more.

My control is almost slipping. When she clutched my shoulders and gave that agonized whimper I was almost lost. But I hang on. It's not easy, never easy with her in my arms, but I intend to hold on. I intend to pleasure her until she melts, until she screams, until she's breathless. An I intend to make it last.

Faster, harder, higher... oh my, I can no longer feel the mattress underneath me. I'm flying high up in the sky. And he's with me. Enveloping me in his heat, blurring my senses, driving me crazy...

I feel him move one wonderful last time and I shudder. I'm in paradise.

###

She's so beautiful sleeping in my arms. Hair like satin, eyes closed, sated smile on her lips. Heaven.

It feels so good lying in his arms. I place my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Perfection.

It's like a dream,
although I'm not asleep
And I never want to wake up...

~ The End ~

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