The officer walks over to Nikita, reaches out and pulls her to him. "Now I got you what you wanted, let's not kid ourselves, I think we both want the same thing!" He smiled and started kissing Nikita, rubbing his hands up her back and stroking her breasts.

She pushed him back and smiled. "Why so fast, let's make this memorable. Go sit on the bed and loosen your clothes. I'll take mine off, slowly, just for you. I'll be just a minute in the bathroom." The officer obeyed. He removed his jacket, shirt and pants. He sat on the bed, then nervously removed his socks. He started to remove his underwear but stopped; he then laid on the bed. "What's taking her so long." Nikita came out of the bathroom still fully clothed. 

O: What......I thought you were going to..... 

Nik: Quiet. I said I was going to take them off for you. She climbed onto the bed and stood over the officer. He swallowed hard and breathed deeply. She straddled him and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "I have something special for you." She began taking all her clothes off, except for her undergarments.

Then Nikita kissed the officer passionately. His eyes rolled back and he immediately passed out. She removed a lipstick cover from her lips and place it in her bag. She then took out a small syringe and injected the officer's arm. 

Nik: Sorry my friend, but when you wake, you'll only remember the wonderful time you think you had.

She checked the room and exited. Once downstairs, she hailed a taxi and returned to the city. 

After dropping Spy off in Paris, Michael headed to the south of France and drove along the French Riviera. He decided to spend the night in a Pensione in St. Tropez. He sat at the sidewalk cafe and sipped his wine, looking out at the sea. Nikita and he had spent some downtime on a yacht offshore from St. Tropez.

He recalled the special time they had together after rowing ashore and walking the beach.

He closed his eyes to make the memory more real - they had built a small fire, had a light dinner with wine

and then made tender love

as the moon and stars illuminated their bodies.

After their lovemaking, he recalled how Nikita had run into the sea, teasing him 'to come and catch her if he could'. Michael had raced into the sea, diving into the water. He swam out to her and dove under, grabbing her legs and flipping her over his shoulder. She had yelled, 'Michael - not fair - a wave put me off balance'. She clung to him, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck; she whispered in his ear over the crash of waves. 'Michael I want you, take me here'. Michael had laughed and replied, 'that would be some balancing act with the waves crashing on us!' Nikita had laughed and shouted, 'Michael Samuelle, nothing has stopped you before.' With that she withdrew one arm from his neck and reached down and grasped Michael's erect manhood. She guided his penis into her; at the same time a large wave crashed over them. They both fell over and went under the water. Michael's arms grabbed Nikita and pushed her to the surface. He rose to the surface, looking around to find her. Nikita was laughing, 'alright - maybe there are some circumstances even you can't perform to your usual standard!'

With that comment, Michael grasped Nikita under the arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist and buttocks. His eyes twinkled, 'try again', he commanded. Once again she grasped his erect member and inserted him into her throbbing opening. Michael moved up and down with the action of the waves. He held her with one arm holding her upper body and the other pushing her bottom together with his thrusting movements. They could both feel the moment of climax coming as a huge wave burst over them. Nikita was thrown over onto Michael. They held on together, their bodies still joined as the explosion of climax coursed threw them at the same time. They drifted still joined as the ocean pushed their spent bodies ashore. They lay at the edge of the water, Nikita rolling off Michael. She smiled and stroked his chest, 'I take it back Michael Samuelle, you can perform anywhere!'

Michael's thoughts were interrupted by the waiter asking him if he would like to order food. He looked up. "Maybe later, I'll just finish my wine." Michael continued to stare out at the sea. Nikita returned to the hotel to find Walter still working over tracer computer codes. Walter looked up and grinned at the clothing Nikita was wearing as she walked into the suite. 

Walter: The military needed a little extra convincing, Sugar?

Nik: Well yes, you could say that. But I have intel that puts Michael in London. 

W: London? 

Nik: Yes they apparently transported him there for further interrogation. 

W: Why are they interrogating him - what do they think he has done? 

Nik: British intelligence thinks he's working for El Quaeda and the Taliban rebels. 

W: What! 

Nik: He walked out of the mountains right into a British command post. They interrogated him but found out nothing. 

W: So Michael is alive! You know Sugar I really doubted it but now - are you sure it is him? 

Nik: An officer showed me a picture. 

W: Michael - what the hell are you doing and with the Taliban and El Quaeda. 

Nik: Walter his actions are bizarre - could the drugs we found in Kabul or maybe the explosion have affected him? 

W: Something sure is. Nikita goes to Walter and puts her arm around him.

Nik: Let's pack up - we're going to London. 

W: Sugar - your father and the whole of Centre are tracking us. We're barely one step ahead of them now. 

Nik: Fine, we'll get a different private jet and our pilot's reliable - we're paying him enough for his silence. 

W: Well as long as you can keep accessing money accounts that can't be traced - I guess anything's possible. Nikita smiled and kissed Walter. 

W: (blushing) Sugar you know what affect that has on me. Come on let's pack up all this gear.

Once Nikita and Walter arrived in London, they took up residence on a houseboat. The quarters were somewhat cramped but their cover on the houseboat was more secure than hotels. 

Walter: (sitting at a computer) Your hunch was correct, Sugar, Michael's transmitter is showing a stronger signal. 

Nik: Then he could be in London now? 

W: Maybe. What's your plan? 

Nik: I have to admit, I don't really have one. Walter realized the stress of the mission was starting to show on Nikita, and in addition her morning sickness, which today had left her nauseous and remaining in bed until the nausea subsided.

Walter brought tea and dry biscuits to Nikita. He had been on the telephone with an old operative flame of his, SpygirlUK and she had advised him of the morning sickness remedy. They had reminisced of the old missions they had been on (although SpygirlUK was many years Walter's junior), and they had formed a close bond. 

Nikita had Walter drive her to the U.S. diplomatic reception. Walter had wanted to accompany her but Nikita had refused, saying she worked better alone. 

Walter: But you've been kind of under the weather - with the.....you know......

Nik: Morning sickness. It'll subside. Your contact - SpyUK - I had a good talk with her about how to handle it. 

W: It'll take more than tea and biscuits, Sugar. Nikita smiled at Walter and exited the car, "I'll check in with you in two hours."

She entered the front doors of the mansion. A butler took her wrap and false invitation and showed her into the main ballroom. Nikita drifted into the maze of people, making her way to the bar. She ordered a mineral water and stood sipping the drink when a man approached her from behind.

Man: Anna is that you? Nikita wheeled around quickly. 

Nik: Helmet, Helmet Vokler! 

H: Is it really you Anna? 

N: My name isn't Anna - it's Nikita. 

H: You saved my life two years ago but.....who are you working for? Nikita hesitated before answering, "I'm an operative for Section One." 

H: Good God no, not Section One! 

N: I'm glad to see that you're still alive, I thought they would have tracked you down and killed you. 

H: Well unfortunately, I've had to revert back to some of the illegal ways I was using when I was an undercover Interpol agent. That's how I've managed to avoid detection. But what are you doing here in London? 

N: I'm trying to find an operative that has gone missing. 

H: Are you having any luck? 

N: Well I thought I was but his trail is running cold. He escaped from the British military and has left London now. 

H: So what are your plans? 

N: That's why I came here tonight....I thought there might be some intel...... then maybe I can trace him across Europe. Helmet looks longingly at Nikita. "Will you join me for a late dinner?" 

N: I don't know Helmet, I don't think.....

Helmet: Anna...or Nikita, isn't it. I owe you my life - at least I can buy you a dinner. Nikita smiled, "Very well."

The next evening Helmet and Nikita sit in a French restaurant; he begins to pour her some wine. "Just one glass thanks," she said. 

H: Oh really..... She smiles, "I'm watching my alcohol intake." 

H: This operative you're looking for, he's important to you? Nik: Yes, his name is Michael. You may remember him as Freddy, the heroine dealer. 

H: What! He was an operative for Section One also - Freddy! 

N: Yes. 

H: (looking into her eyes) He's more than just an operative, right? He's someone very special to you, isn't he. 

Nik: Yes, he is special to me - I'm carrying his child. 

Helmet: How can I help you Nikita? 

Nik: You'd be putting yourself in danger - exposing your identity. 

H: Perhaps I have more means at my disposal than you and Section. 

Nik: Well to be perfectly honest - Section and Centre are tracking me - you see - well - my father thinks Michael is dead (she looks away) I feel he had something to do with what's happened to Michael. 

H: Your father?

Nik: It's a long story - I don't want to burden you with the details. 

H: I understand - more protocol. But I want to help - in any way I can. Perhaps some discreetly place probes. Do you have a picture of Michael? 

Nik: I won't ask you to help. Not after what was done to you. 

H: I'm not doing this for Section - I'm doing this for you Nikita! Two American CIA agents walked into the motorcycle dealership in London and showed a picture of Michael to the saleman. 

Agent: Did you sell a motorcycle to this man?

Salesman: Yes, he looks similar to a bloke who bought a bike a few weeks back. 

A: Did he happen to give you any information as to where he might be traveling to? 

S: No, not really but he bought packs and everything to carry gear on his bike. 

A: You mean equipment like he was traveling a long distance. 

S: Yes, that's right. The two CIA agents left the motorcycle dealership and returned to their vehicle. A: Let's start checking all exit immigration points. This guy is probably on the continent. We'll put out information to every border crossing in Europe. We're going to nail this jerk. My gut feeling is he's the one responsible for all the bombings of our embassies. 

Second agent: What makes you think he's the one. 

A: I don't know, I just have a gut feeling. And these damn Brits let him escape. These Brits think they know everything about intelligence and terrorist tactics - but they haven't got a clue - and then they let him escape! 

SA: But MI6 has had the border checked. 

A: Yeh, but he made his move fast - he was probably out of this country before they had the smarts to do border checks. Come on, let's get back to headquarters! 

As Michael makes his way out of France and is approaching the Italian border, he slows his motorcycle.

For some reason he had an uneasy feeling. He drove the motorcycle up onto a hill that overlooked the border crossing at Ventimiglia. He took out his binoculars and scanned the activity at the crossing. He thought to himself, 'perhaps this traveling across the continent had not been smart, maybe he should have arranged a flight back to Afghanistan from a discreet airport that wouldn't have drawn any suspicion. His plan had been sound, to fly from Rome to Palermo, to Athens and then into Beirut. From there he felt he could make contact with the rebels and they could smuggle him back into Afghanistan. But now he had this uneasy feeling. He would have to find an unofficial route across the border into Italy. He scanned the horizon with his binoculars.

He could see a series of secondary roads, even dirt roads north of where he stood. He got back on the bike and retraced his tracks into Menton from where he had come from. He then headed north out of Menton on highway 204 and drove for a fair distance. Once again he pulled the bike over and walked up onto a hill; he scanned the horizon with his binoculars. 'Hummm, he thought, he would have to go cross country, there were no routes crossing the border into Italy.' While in Paris, Michael had taken steps to alter his appearance. He had dyed his hair a lighter color and used cosmetic applications to make himself look younger. The techniques were time activated, and were now taking affect. Michael left the road and proceeded to drive carefully overland. He drove for a least two hours, then stopped. He took out a directional locator, disguised as a camera, from his pack and took readings.

He mused, 'I must be inside the Italian border by now.' He calculated the time and direction he had been traveling overland and figured he was at least 20 kms inside Italy. He left the bike and walked up onto a bluff and once again, scanned the horizon. In the distance he could see a secondary highway and a small village. He returned to the bike and drove until reaching the secondary highway.

As Michael proceeded along this road, the motorcycle slowed and the engine stopped. He got off the bike, 'must have been all the dirt and the rough terrain', he thought. He got out a small tool kit and started working on the motorcycle. The heat of the day was oppressive, so Michael had taken off the leather jacket and his t-shirt.

The sweat glistened on his shoulders and back as he worked on the motorcycle. After half and hour, a Fiat drove up to Michael along the road. A young girl in the Fiat, slowed and stopped. She got out of the car and spoke Italian and then quickly switched to English. 

Girl: Oh, I see you are from England. You have troubles with your motorcycle? Michael stood up,"Yes, a small mechanical problem, but I'm afraid I need a part." The young girl examined Michael's sweat, glistening body, his tight black jeans and her eyes widened. Her spiked hair glowing in the sunlight. 

Girl: I can give you a ride to St. Michele or even to Cuneo. But those are such small towns, I'm sure they won't have parts for such an expensive motorbike. You might have to go all the way into Torino. Michael smiled at the girl. "I appreciate your kindness. Let me just push the bike behind those trees over there and I'll get my things." As Michael maneuvered the bike, the girl looked away and said to herself, "oh, my God, where did this beautiful man come from!" Michael threw his packs in the back of the Fiat and after putting his t-shirt back on, got into the car. The girl smiled at him, "very hot day, today!" "Yes," said Michael. As they entered Cuneo, the girl pulled into an automotive centre. Michael got out and asked in Italian for the part he needed. The mechanic shook his head and stated that for such a part, they would have to go into Torino. Michael returned to the Fiat, "you were correct, I will have to go to Torino for the part. But I don't want to impose on you to take me there." The girl smiled, "oh that will be no problem at all. I live in a small town, Carnagnola, just south of Torino, and I don't mind at all taking you there. But it's late now. Why don't you come and stay with me and my sister." 

Michael: I don't want to impose.

Girl: It will be no problem. (she laughed) Besides, what else will you do. I can't just leave you on the highway. Michael smiled again, "you are very kind. Thank you - I accept your hospitality ..... oh, I like your hair - it becomes you ..... The girl laughed nervously and stammered, "I change it - the color and style - to my mood - every day." 

They drove into the small town of Carnagnola and drove up to a small, whitewashed cottage. They entered the house. 

Girl: My older sister will be home from work and then we can eat dinner together. Michael smiled, "Is there anything I can do to help? Can I buy some food or help with the preparation?"

The girl looked longingly at Michael and stammered, "no, no there's nothing for you to do!" At that moment, the telephone rang. The girl answered and after speaking in hushed tones, she hung up the receiver. 

Girl: That was my sister. She must go to my aunt's - she is not well. My sister will not return this evening. (She smiled) So I guess it is just you and me to eat dinner. Michael looked at the girl, who was about 17 or 18 years old, "I'm sorry, where are my manners, I don't even know your name." 

Girl: My name is Carmana.

After eating a leisurely dinner and finishing off a bottle of wine, Carmana invited Michael to come and view the garden. "This is my sister's favorite place." 

Michael: It is beautiful. Do just you and your sister live here? 

G: Yes, my parents died in an automobile accident. 

M: I'm sorry. 

G: Oh, it was a long time ago. We were brought up by our aunt, the one that's not well. The girl danced around Michael, "But you haven't told me anything about yourself, where were you heading to?" 

M: I'm just touring around Europe. I just want to see Italy now. The girl took Michael's hand, "You know ......you are very....what's the English word for it....you are a very handsome man." She blushed. Michael smiled. It's been a very long day, I think I'll get my sleeping bag and rest on that hammock over there. 

G: You don't have to sleep outside, you can have my sister's room. 

M: Thank you but I would prefer to sleep outside. 

G: (disappointed) Very well......then....good night. 

M: Good night. Michael lay on the hammock: sleep would not come.

He thought, 'I must get the bike repaired. But if I hide out here for awhile - if the military were still looking.......'

He tossed in the hammock and finally fell asleep. His dreams were taunted with images of Nikita.

The next morning Michael and Carmana drove into Torino. They searched for the motorcycle part but to no avail. They stopped to have lunch at an outside cafe. Just then a police car pulled up and two officers entered the cafe, scanning the customers. They held an artists rendering of a picture resembling Michael.

They walked up to Michael. Police: Your papers sir. Michael offers his passport and papers to the police officer. Carmana looks startled. The police examined the papers, looked at each other, speaking in Italian. They could not decide if Michael was the correct person they had been on the lookout for. They started arguing with each other and then one officer handed Michael his papers back. The police leave but remain seated in their police car. Michael whispers to Carmana, "We must be going, but not from here. Enter the cafe and we will leave separately from a rear door." They do this quickly. Once outside, Michael asks Carmana to get the car and meet him at the end of the street. Carmana pulls the Fiat up to Michael and they speed off. 

Girl: What is that all about, why are the police questioning you? 

M: I'm sorry, I don't want to get you involved.....but I guess they are tracking me. 

G: What did you do? 

M: I took some money from the company I worked for. They had cheated me and my family so I decided to get revenge and just took the money. 

G: Was this in England? Why are they looking for you here in Italy? 

M: No it was in France - in Nice. That's why I was on the road I was - I didn't want to cross the border at the main crossing. 

G: What will you do now! 

M: I'm not sure.

The girl began to cry. "They'll take you away, put you in prison." She looked away and then looked at Michael. "You can stay with me - with me and my sister. I'll make up a story about us being friends and that you are just going to stay awhile. 

M: You shouldn't lie to your sister. 

G: That's alright I don't tell my sister about a lot of things I do. Please, you'll be safe there. Michael looked deep into her eyes, "you are very kind and I only accept your invitation because (he swallowed hard) I don't have any other options now."

They returned to Carnagnola and to the small cottage. That evening Carmana's sister returned. She was surprised to see a strange man visiting their house but accepted her sister's story of a friend visiting, albeit a much older man, and was waiting for a motorbike part to be shipped to their town. As soon as the bike was repaired the 'friend' would be leaving to continue touring Italy. The ailing aunt was no better so the sister would return in two days to continue nursing her. The next day the three sat eating lunch.

Sister: My sister has finished her schooling now and will start work in a shop in Carnagnola in three months. She will apprentice for a year and learn all about being a florist. It is nice she has a friend visiting as she is at loose ends right now and I can't keep track of her all the time. (she looks disapprovingly at Carmana) 

Girl: You speak of me like I am a child. 

Sister: You are at times - so headstrong. Michael's eyes twinkled and he smiled, "I know of your concerns - I have two younger sisters and they to are a handful but don't worry - I will keep her out of trouble." Carmana laughed. "Michael is very worldly and treats me like I am one of his sisters." The sister was taken in by Michael's charm, "You must have a wife or lady friend - is she in France or England?" 

M: I had a lady friend - but no more. She died. Carmana looks shocked. "You never mentioned her - what happened?" M: She was killed by a terrorist bombing. The two women look shocked, "How dreadful," said the sister, "when did it happen?" M: (looking off into the distance) I'm not.....I can't remember the exact time......I think I must be trying to block out the memory....there is much I don't remember of the incident.

Sister: We will not speak or ask about it again - I can see it is too painful for you. Two days later the sister returned to nurse the ailing aunt. The rest of the week Michael and Carmana travelled in her Fiat to view the sites; they picnicked, swam, and laughed. At the end of the second week, Michael was becoming impatient and agitated. Carmana had gone to town for groceries. They had planned on having a late dinner after returning from a day of swimming at the nearby lake. Michael paced up and down in the cottage and went to the window.

He walked from the cottage, jumped on the now repaired motorcycle and drove back to the lake. Dusk was falling as he walked down to the shoreline, took off his clothes and stared out at the lake.

'Why did water always remind him of Nikita? Would he ever stop thinking of her? I can't hide out here indefinitely.'

Michael spoke to the water, the gulls and to the setting sun. 'Nikita! I miss you - I want to touch you - be with you - why did you leave me - I need you near me!'

Back at the cottage, Carmana pulled up in the Fiat with the groceries. She went in, and not finding Michael there, proceeded with preparing dinner. She opened a bottle of red wine and poured out two glasses. She sipped the wine and waited for Michael. After an hour had passed, Michael walked into the cottage. He wore no shirt; his skin was wet. 

Girl: Michael, I was worried. Are you all right? 

M: Yes. Girl: (looking at Michael's naked chest) I told my sister today, that you had left. M: You told her what ..................?

Girl: (laughing) I think she was becoming a little suspicious that you were still here. She walked over to Michael and put her arms around his neck. "Michael, you must know how I feel about you....the time over the last weeks has been so special for me....(she paused).....I want you to make love to me. But I have a confession.....I have never been with a man - I'm still a virgin - and I want you to be my first." Carmana kissed Michael passionately. He pulled her away. 

M: Your first should be someone you will have a future with. 

C: That could be you. I love you! 

M: You know the police want me - we could never have a proper life together. 

C: I don't care - Michael I want to be with you - I want you to make love to me. (She begins to cry) These weeks together - you must have felt something - I know you do.... 

M: Carmana - I must leave. The motorcycle is fixed.....I must leave..... 

C: Nooooooooooooooooo! She walks to the other side of the cottage, weeping. "I know you feel something for me, Michael!" 

M: (coming to her and comforting her) I do....you are a wonderful, kind girl..... 

C: Girl - is that it - I'm too young for you. Most men would want to make love to a virgin....why not you. What's wrong with you Michael!

She starts taking her clothes off, throwing them across the room. She stands naked in front of Michael. "Tell me you don't want my body! All I feel is this aching, a throbbing for you - I want you inside me!" 

M: Please Carmana........ She runs and jumps at Michael, taking him by surprise. He falls against the table. She begins tearing at his pants, screaming his name. He takes her hands and pins them behind her. "Not like this....this is not how to love someone you care for." Michael picks Carmana up and carries her into the bedroom and places her on the bed. He removes his remaining clothes and reaches into the pocket of his pants, retrieving a condom and placing it on his erect penis. He lays beside her, kisses her eyes, her cheeks, her mouth.

He gently touches and kisses her breasts, her throbbing opening. She screams out. "Michael I want you ....I want you...! Michael takes Carmana, making her first experience a gentle and memorable one. They lay together, spent and exhausted. Carmana then props herself up in the bed, looking longingly at Michael.

Nikita returned to the houseboat after spending the evening having dinner with Helmet. He had promised to aid her with the search for Michael. She had reluctantly agreed, only because she knew that she and Walter where drawing a blank on Michael's whereabouts. Helmet had confided his current status to her. He was running a network of mercenaries made up of former Interpol agents. They hired themselves out around the world to the highest bidder. He said business was very good but when questioned by Nikita if they were performing terrorist activities, he had replied all terrorist acts were open to interpretation as to what was judged as good or evil. Nikita sat down at the laptop and downloaded the latest work Walter had done. Included was a message that he would return tomorrow morning, claiming a little downtime in London with SpygirlUK. Nikita ran the bath and soaked for half and hour. She then slipped into bed and dozed off into a fitful sleep. Her dreams were distraught and tormented. She could see Michael and then he would disappear.

A peaceful sleep would not come for her so she got up and walked out on the deck of the houseboat. She watched as boats drifted by on the river.

Nikita was haunted by the memory of Michael; she recalled a very special time they had spend together. 'Nikita and Michael hadn't seen each other for over three weeks. She'd been on a mission in Croatia - the black earth terrorist group had been working with the Croatian leader, who had been attempting a coup to overtake the new interim government. She had spent most of her days escorting orphaned children to the border to take them into safety. One carefully planned attack on the terrorist headquarters had failed - when they arrived - the place was empty. She sat in her small quarters after the team had returned and thought of Michael on the other side of the world in Thailand.

He was on a mission with other operatives, tracking down a drug cartel. The money from the sale of the drugs was being used to back an Asian terrorist group. As was the protocol for Section, neither Nikita or Michael spoke to one another or were undertaking any form of communication.

As she lay in her small room, she thought of how strained their relationship had been before they had left on their separate missions. Although it was accepted that they were now together, and Section was no longer trying to keep them apart, the separate missions were in effect doing just that - keeping them apart. The last few days before they had left, the relationship was strained. Michael had been sent out on yet another valentine op mission and had stated he was growing very tired of having to perform these missions.

As for herself, Nikita was never very comfortable on valentine op missions. Michael had always been able to put his emotions and feelings in another part of his mind. But this one had been different. He had been brought in as a personal trainer for the wife of a high profile banker. It was thought the banker had connections with money laundering operations. Michael had got close to her - her name was Marie, and he had performed his usual valentine techniques. But for some reason after the mission, he had seemed withdrawn and even more non-communicative.

Nikita had tried to talk to him and get him to speak about himself and what was bothering him. All he had said was, "I can't do these type of missions anymore. They don't understand what it takes." She'd gone to him, putting her arms around his neck and tried to comfort him but he had withdrawn. "Not now Nikita .....not now!"

And then the next day, they had both received notice that they had separate missions - hers in Croatia and his in Thailand. She wondered and had always been suspicious that Section was reverting back to its original plan of keeping them separated. But after reviewing profiles and plans for the missions, it appeared that she would be best used in Croatia and he in Thailand, and it didn't make any sense that they both be on the same mission together. Nikita and her team had calculated that one more week in Croatia and the mission should be ready to wrap up. They were closing in on the terrorist cell and had already eliminated a portion of the group. As she lay on the bed in the small room in Croatia, her PDA transceiver began beeping.

She rose and picked it up and looked at the panel - it was Michael. She read the words on the PDA - 'Nikita are you there? Are you well?' She responded by typing on the laptop connected to the PDA - 'I'm fine - how are you? I miss you.' Michael's words formed on her PDA, 'We have finished our mission, we are returning to Section and will be there in two days. How much longer will you be in Croatia?' She replied, 'At least another week, maybe two.' Michael responded, 'I will arrange some downtime for us.' Nikita answered, 'Michael - I miss you so.' She looked at the screen of her PDA and hoped to see a similar response from him. But the only words that he replied were, 'I'll see you in two weeks.'

Nikita had returned from Croatia and was at her work station performing a debrief on the mission.

When she had got back, Michael was not around and was apparently out gathering intel on an upcoming mission. She'd asked Birkoff of Michael's whereabouts and he had stated, he didn't know, other than it was Michael doing his usual intel gathering. She felt something was wrong. He had left no message - nothing. He was not responding to his PDA.

Although they had both kept separate accommodation, she had spent most of her time at his loft awaiting his return. She had gone there immediately upon her return and realized he wasn't there and hadn't for many days. She was beginning to worry.

Over the past year, Michael had swayed between wanting to get out of Section and taking her with him and remaining committed to his personal goals of fighting terrorism. He had talked more openly of his relationship with Elena and still had no idea of his son Adam's whereabouts. He had said he actually enjoyed the so-called simple life; the home and having a family around him. But they both knew they were in Section and couldn't get out. A whole week went by with Nikita not hearing anything from Michael and then suddenly, one evening as she sat in her apartment, her PDA beeped. She picked it up - it was Michael. "I've returned," he said, "I'll be back tomorrow evening." She immediately responded, "come to your loft, don't go to Section or my apartment - just go to the loft. I'll fix us a dinner." His reply was all Michael, "Yes." Nikita had fussed most of the afternoon, buying groceries and preparing the meal that she knew was Michael's favorite. She had bought two bottles of the best red wine - also his favorite. She had set the table with candles and had put slow jazz music on the cd player. The lighting was very low, and she laughed to herself, 'looks like I'm getting ready to seduce him.' She opened one of the bottles of wine and poured herself a glass, and sat waiting. 'What could be keeping him?' She sat in silence, sipping her wine. This had happened many times before, where she had prepared a meal for Michael, and a quiet evening together and something had come up where he had been kept on a mission. Michael usually liked to initiate these evenings himself but as their relationship had grown stronger, she took to initiating them. Nikita paced up and down, she walked to the corner where his cello sat, she fingered the carved wood.

She recalled the first time she had heard him play and had been amazed at his adeptness. As she touched the wood, she thought of the times he had caressed her; she longed for his touch. Suddenly, the door opened, she wheeled around to see Michael. He looked tired. She ran to him and put out her arms but he withdrew. "What's wrong," she said. 

M: I think I've found where Adam is. 

N: What? 

M: That's what I've been doing - trying to track him down. He's been placed in a temporary foster home. Michael walked over to the leather sofa and sat down with an overwhelming weariness. Nikita poured him a glass of wine and took it to him. He sipped it slowly. 

N: What will you do? 

M: I don't know. All I know is I want to see him.

N: But how will that help Michael? 

M: I never realized how much I wanted children, and then to have one taken away from you......he will probably be the only child I will ever have. 

N: You can have other children. He looked up at her, "I don't think so Nikita - there's too much heartbreak." She put her hands on both sides of his head and drew him towards her breasts. She stroked his hair. They sat in silence; the jazz music drifting through the loft. 

N: Come - I've prepared your favorite dinner - and later - we can soak in the tub. (She smiled) I remember you like those bubbly soaks in that big tub of yours. Michael followed her into the kitchen; they placed the food on the table, sat eating dinner in silence, slowly sipping the wine. At one point, Michael reached over and took Nikita's hand and kissed her fingers gently.

Michael spoke softly. "What is this life we have Nikita? This is no life - you've said that yourself - we have no life." Nikita started to cry, "Michael, we have each other." She got up from the table, walked behind Michael, putting her arms around him, kissing the back of his neck, his ears and reached around to his cheek. He got up and took her face in his hands - he kissed her eyes, her nose and gently on the lips.

She felt the passion rising inside her and she grabbed him, pulling at his clothes, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He responded immediately, then lifted her up and took her into the bedroom. 

Michael laid her on the bed, then began the slow ritual of removing her clothes; she reciprocated. He stood over her, helping with the clothes and at the same time, gently placing kisses down the length of her body. She shivered with the touch of each kiss and caress.

They lay side by side, he touched her breasts, then suckled each nipple, he worked his way down her body. She opened her legs invitingly, he separated her lips and began a slow movement with his tongue. She writhed in ecstasy. "Oh, God Michael --please --I want you!" She grasped his hair as though to guide each movement he so expertly made with his tongue. Nikita was overwhelmed with the rising feelings within her body. She wrapped her legs around his neck and with one quick movement, wheeled him over onto his back. He looked up at her in surprise. "Are you all right?", he said. She smiled, "Michael, you don't know what you do to me! It's my turn now." She ran her fingers down his chest until she reached his abdomen and smiled as she acknowledged that he didn't need any encouragement - his erection was enormous. She placed herself on his male member, inch by inch - all the while trying to suppress a scream of delight. He thrust his hips up as she lowered her body onto the full length of him. Nikita couldn't contain herself - his upward thrusts were bringing her to an instant climax. She fell over onto his chest, his thrusting bringing her to a high level of ecstasy. As her climax subsided, she whispered in his ear, "sorry, I wanted us to be together." Michael planted kisses on her face, "that's fine," he smiled. He withdrew, getting up from the bed and went into the bathroom.

She could hear the water running in the large bathtub. "Damn," she said to herself, "I give into my feelings too quickly. How can I satisfy this man."

She knew what Michael's appetites were but sometimes it was very difficult to hold back her overwhelming sensations and she gave into them too quickly. She also realized that he was far more experienced than her. He refused to talk about valentine missions and what it was like being with Elena or his first wife Simone. Michael knew how to please a woman and when she was with him, inside her, he drove her to distraction - to a place she had never been before, and she couldn't control herself. 

Nikita sighs, feeling the warmth of the water around her and the naked man beneath her. She looks down to see the water lapping Michael's perfectly formed muscular thigh.

She touches him, the hair on his damp leg clings to his skin. Her desire to explore his body, committing every inch to memory is overpowering. Michael pulls Nikita towards him, taking her lips in a bittersweet kiss. She feels him slip his hand between her legs under the water. Nikita squirms as she feels his fingers penetrating her sensitive skin. Michael begins to slide down, submerging them both completely, their lips locked together. The water surrounds them, flowing in and out of their mouths with the motion of their tongues. Nikita's heart is racing, she feels her lungs begin to burn. Michael stretches upward, taking a deep breath of air, his mouth meets hers, forcing the air into her oxygen starved lungs. They remain submerged for a moment longer, embracing the sensations of skin and water. Breaking the surface, Nikita moves to the opposite end of the tub where she can look at Michael. He picks up her foot and begins to rub it, massaging in a handful of soap. He moves further up her calf, his strong hands manipulating the muscles of her leg. He grips her legs and pulls her close so she is sitting on his lap facing him. With his soapy hands, he begins to lather her shoulders, rubbing sensuously, his hands slide down her breasts, caressing and warm. Nikita tips her head back and he kisses her neck, his lips wet on her soapy skin. Nikita can feel the hair on his legs beneath her and she can feel his hardness against her throbbing womanhood. The sensations coursing through her under his attentive hands, make her squirm on his lap. She feels his teeth nip at her neck, her whole body is beginning to yearn for him again, and she wonders if it is the water or Michael that is making her so warm. Nikita shifts so that she is sitting on the bottom of the tub with her legs beneath him. She soaps up her hands, reaches down and grips Michael in her hands. Her hands glide easily over the long length of him, squeezing and teasing. He leans back in the tub with his eyes closed.

Edited by: Lynuslinus at: 4/14/03 10:07:07 pm

Continuing GG's prose

Nikita, starved for the sight of him, drinks in the sight of his male body laying out before her - his manhood protruding from the water like a periscope.

Nikita slides her soapy hands down between Michael's legs, grasping the sacs there. She feels them tighten in her hands, she caresses them gently, feeling the rough texture beneath her fingertips. She watches his chest rise and fall as his breathing becomes faster, the water lapping at his ribs. The tip of his penis protrudes boldly above the surface of the water. She bends over and licks the tip of it, feeling it move beneath her tongue. She opens her mouth and engulfs the end of his long male appendage. She savors the feel of him, running her tongue around him, sucking until she hears his slight intake of breath. Opening wider, she takes the whole length of him into her mouth. He marvels at her ability to control her gag point, knowing that he is lodged halfway down her throat.

His control is strained, she rubs her tongue along the side of him, applying pressure, tightening her lips. She slides him out, then swallows him again. She slides her hand under him, grasping his buttocks in both her hands, squeezing and kneading his wonderful, muscular bottom. She pushes with her hands bringing him more forcefully into her mouth. She sucks hard, bringing a groan from her normally stoic man's lips. She sits up and looks at his face. He is staring at her. She knows that he is aroused beyond reason. Suddenly he is on top of her, buried deep beneath her legs. His lips claim hers in a bruising kiss. She will never tire of feeling him fill her, the size of him stretching her wonderously. He begins to move, the water around them caressing their skin. Michael draws back, then slams into her body. Nikita feels her passion beginning to build. Again and again he slams into her, bruising, possessing, commanding her body completely. Nikita holds onto his slickened shoulders, feeling him fill her again and again. The orgasm takes her by surprise, equally the intensity of Michael's lovemaking. She feels him shudder, pushing into her one last time. They wrap their arms around each other, Michael moving so that Nikita can lay her head on his chest, submerged in the warm water.

How long have they been lying together, wrapped in their own little world of bliss. The water is getting cold in the tub, Michael reaches out, his foot kicks on the hot tap and pushes the button to start the bubbles. Nikita hears Michael's heart beat and she re-sets her head on his chest. She runs her hands down over the wet skin, pinching his right nipple until it hardens in her hand. She feels Michael reach down into the water. He slides one hand beneath her back and one hand beneath her legs and picks her up off of him and lays her down in the tub. He is kneeling over her, water dripping from the ends of his hair. With a hand on either side of her, he leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth. Nikita feels a burst of fire span the whole of her body. She feels his tongue curl around her now tight nipple, round and round in circles, warm and tantalizing. He sucks it into his mouth, biting it playfully. Nikita squirms beneath him, thanking the gods that made him, marveling at his passion and stamina. Michael is holding her by the waist now, his fingers wrapped around her firmly. She opens her eyes; his beautiful green eyes entrance her. There are water droplets on his eyelashes. It is as if she can see into his soul and feels as though her heart could explode in her chest; it is so filled with the love for this man. Still holding onto her waist, Michael ducks his head beneath the water. Nikita groans as she feels his mouth between her legs, his tongue playfully stroking her. Nikita arches towards the source of her pleasure. The sensations are magical, building, all encompassing, his tongue penetrating her, licking her inside and out, sucking the bud of her womanhood. The passion is building in her into a fevered pitch. Michael breaks the surface of the water. He looks at her face, seeing her love for him.

He has never loved a woman that could create such a need for him. With Nikita, once ( or twice, or three times, four times, five......) is never enough, still holding onto her waist, he buries himself between her legs again, feeling her soft, warm flesh engulf him. She is tight around him and he pushes to make every inch of him within her. He leans forward to kiss a water drop from her lips. Nikita works her fingers through Michael's hair as he kisses and licks her lips. She opens her mouth to him, sucking his tongue into her mouth. He begins to move within her, setting her rhythm of love, in and out. The motion of their tongues, mimicking the movement of their bodies. Michael's movements become more powerful, the water sloshing over the edges of the tub, over their bodies. Again and again he thrusts into her, pulling out just to the precipice, before filling her again completely. Nikita screams out, "Michael!" Beneath his lips he feels the ripples of her orgasm squeeze him as the beginnings of his own begin to build. Nikita kisses his cheek and neck as he fills her again with his hot fluids. He collapses on her breasts, breathing heavily, their arms wrapped around each other. Michael then gently washes Nikita from head to toe. She loves the feeling of his hands rubbing all over her body, and when his is done, she returns the favor for him, trying not to get too distracted with the task.

End of GG's excerpt

Nikita: We really should get out of this tub - we'll turn into prunes! Michael stared intently at Nikita. Again, she could feel his manhood throbbing against her and with that she placed her legs around his waist; he entered her once again, very slowly, their legs wrapped around each other, their arms intertwined. She leaned forward, nibbling at his ears and could feel him moving inside her, she gripped him tightly and could feel her sensations rising again. She realized Michael was reaching the brink also, their bodies began pounding into each other, Michael reaching under the water to Nikita's bottom as he thrust over and over. She could feel herself almost losing consciousness - never before had they been together like this. The water and suds washed over the side of the tub and onto the candles. Michael threw his head back as he could no longer contain the explosion coming inside him. Simultaneously, they came together. As their climaxes subsided, Michael withdrew, Nikita relaxed in his arms, the remains of their lovemaking tingling in her body.

Back in London on the houseboat, Nikita watched the moon reflect in the water of the river. She shook herself from the memory of this time with Michael, and realized that was the night she had conceived their child. Had she deceived him?

She had decided to stop taking her birth control pills and Section had performed the sterilization process on all other female ops but her. She had deceived Section on that issue. So Michael had no reason to believe she might get pregnant. She had wanted his child and he had seemed so happy upon hearing of the pregnancy. She continued watching the river and the gentle lap of water against the hull of the houseboat rhyming with her words, "Michael - where are you? I want you - I want to be with you!" She held a framed photograph of Michael to her breast and cried.

The next morning Nikita awoke feeling very dizzy and nauseous. She ran from her bed into the bathroom and threw-up repeatedly. After washing her face with a cold towel, she returned to the bed and sat upright, staring at nothing.

She sipped from a bottle of water until she felt another wave of nausea overwhelm her. Once again, she returned to the bathroom and threw up; again, she returned to the bed, placing the wet towel over her forehead. She thought to herself, 'I wonder how long this morning sickness lasts?' Perhaps I should contact a doctor here in London and get checked out. After an hour passed, she rose from the bed, walked into the kitchen and made some tea. Nikita took the tea out on the houseboat deck and sat watching the boats passing by.

As she stared out at the river, another wave of nausea swept over her. She re-entered the houseboat and laid down on the sofa. She reached for her cell phone and dialed Helmet's personal number. He had returned to his villa in Ibiza, Spain. Helmet's phone rang repeatedly and finally he answered it. "Yes!"