Sorry about the time it took, but this one was a tricky chapter to write... I hope you like it just as much as I enjoyed writing it... This is a long one. I'm hopping You can survive it... See you in the other side! Go!

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Chapter 10

The warm brize blew swiftly across her face spreading her hair wild as they move along through the bumpy road. She was pleased with herself, she could still shoot...

A grumpy Owen was swinging the stearting weel by her side.

"I could've done it, you know?"

Nikita turned to him with a cocky smile.

"No. You couldn't!" She simply said.

He grined. She was right. That kind of shoot, almost a mile away, only she could do it. He had been a Cleaner, a Guardian and a Reaper but never a Sniper. Well... not like she was.

The truck stoped beside the house and they quickly got out to pull the giant deer laying on the back of it with a small bleeding hole between the eyes.

"I guess I'll prepare the food, right?..." Owen asked a little hopefull, looking at the size of the beast.

Nikita realized what was going through his mind.

"Don't worry. I'll help..." Owen's eyes lid up, suddenly optimistic. "...I'll light the fire for you..."

His face dropped again.

"Ohh... geee! Thanks! Really helpfull."

Nikita chuckled as she passed by him, pampered her fingers along his face and went to the house. A smile plasterd on Owen's face.

He looked at the piece on his hands, pulled his knife and started skining.

All the times he went hunting he always arrived with small caches: rabbits, birds, small rodens and, of course, a lot of vegetables for her diet. He never mind hunting and fixing those but this was a bit too much. He took her once to the hunting ground and he ended up with a two hundred pound deer work on his hands. Funny thing was, he couldn't stop smiling. What a women!

The light of the fireplace was spreading across the house and he could hear her bare foot walking back and forward and then the shower was on. She was showering... He was fixing dinner... They seemed almost a normal couple living a normal life. Except they weren't.

Five weeks had past and Nikita couldn't yet remimber everything. Her headaches were more and more further apart and whenever she had them, he was nursing her like a baby. Most of her memories slowly came back trought some dreams. Some were regular nighmares. He had been there every single time she woke up screaming from one of those but, those memories, she never wanted to talk about it. Owen didn't want to push her, so he just waited quietly ... patiently that she would talk to him.

He couldn't stop thinking about the night before, though. It was right after another screaming wake up call. Owen hugged her, like so many times. His hands gently placed on her lower back and head, where they would stay locked for a couple of minutes. But that night she moved. Her breathing raising across his chest until his chin were he felt a shy kiss. He looked at Nikita confused, she had her eyes closed when she leaned over and placed a second kiss, this one, on his lips. Owen didn't react, he was afraid it all was an illusion. Maybe she was still sleeping. He didn't move and she didn't say a word as she felt back to sleep still on his arms with a smile on her lips.

After tugging her back to bed, Owen left, that very instant, into the freshness of the woods where he walked for hours trying to cool his mind. When he arrived she was still peacefully at the very same position he left her in and he concluded she was, most likely, sleeping when that happened. It saden him just as much as it joyed him but overall he felt like an idiot.

The next day they didn't talk about it. Both had their routines now. By 6:00 am she would wake up and jogg across the forest until 09:00am. She would arrive tired and hungry and Owen, who had finished chopping wood and cleaning his guns, would have their breakfeast ready.

They sat and ate while they talk small talk about their old days back in Division against the worse scum. Yes. She eventually had remembered Division. And Percy and Amanda. Once and while she even asked querys about Alex and Birkhoof, wich he answered as truthful and amused as he could, but she never, ever, talked about him. It was as if he never had existed to her. It puzzeled Owen but, in a very wrong way, it pleased him too.

Michael had been Nikita's companion for almost a decade. Now he didn't exist. And honestly, he didn't bother to fill up those blank gaps of hers. Why would he? Nikita was the same badass, strong will, gorgeous women he always know her for, but there was something diferent about her now. She seemed happier, more relaxed. No. If she had to find out about him, he wouldn't the one telling it.

Owen didn't know why she didn't make any questions about what happened the night she got shoot, or as for the reason they were living there now. He was prepared to tell her the truth, even if he had to mention who had been the shooter and why. She never asked, though. It was like she didn't want to know.

That very afternoon, when he was going to his usual hunt, she invited herself to tag along. She pressed the trigger of that rifle with a certainty of the real pro she was. Maybe she knew everything all along but why the act, then? Why she could remember almost everything by now but not Michael?

By the time Nikita got out of the shower, Owen had skinned, washed, cleaned and chopped the deer into the stick on the fireplace. The smell of it's cooking was flat out intoxicating thanks to the special herbs Owen learned to use.

"Humm... Owen..." Her nostril opened by the door frame to fully catch the scent. "Smells so yummy ..."

"Yeap! Too bad you're a veggie." He teased unashamedly while he poured himself some red wine on a glass. "Don't worry I've got your veggies on the pot already."

Nikita passed by him still wet in the white towel, snatched the glass out of his hand with a smirk and swallowed the all wine in one big gulp. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Oh, I think I can indulge myself with other kind of food once and a while."

Owen's eyebrows lifted.

"Say what? I never saw you eat meat. Are you serious?"

"Owen, I can't remember why I'm a veggie on the first place, so why not?"

She grined. He laught.

"Ok... I guess so... why not."

After a long delicious meal where they feast upon their hunt and a lot of wine, they found themselfs laying over the felpy carpet in front of the fireplace laughting at some joke he told her earlier. Nikita took another sip at the almost empty bottle before she passed it to Owen.

"We haved kissed before, haven't we?"

Owen choked on the drink. For a brief second he recall their mission. How good her mouth felt. How close they were to strip and make love right there, against that wall. His heart rate increased but he made a special effort to control it. He wondered if she was talking about the mission, or that small kiss from last night.

"Yes." He could only say. "You remember that?"

She smiled.

"Yes."

Silence. He couldn't figure out wich of the times she was talking about.

"So why have you put me out?"

The mission. She was talking about the mission. He sighted.

"Because it wasn't the right place and..." Her eyes encouraged him to continue. "...and it was the toxin talking... I couldn't just..." He felt embaraced for a second. "I just couldn't. Not that way!"

Her features softened. She fell on a pillow with her hands supporting her head as she admire the ceiling forms. Her hair spread across the carpet, her towel on the verge of falling out. He felt like he had lost her attention. Maybe that wasn't the answer she was looking for... Shit! He averted his eyes into the crackle fire. This was the moment of truth. He didn't care anymore. He couldn't hold it anymore. The drink helped too.

"You've always look at me as a friend, Nikita, this all time but I yearn for you every night. It's torture to know that you are in the next room, knowing that the woman who saved my life so many times and inspired me to live again against all odds, is now in my home, laying beside me. What do I do? I can't stop thinking of you every second of the day! I don't wanna be just your friend anymore, Nikita. I LOVE YOU... even if you don't love me back. So tell me what should I do, Nikita. The longer I stay with you, the longer I love you. Should I walk away?... ?" There! He said it!

"No, Owen!" She said apaced. "I understand what you are saying. I really do."

His voice lowered into a sad tone.

"No, you don't..."

Silence. What was he doing?! He could feel her eyes probing him, even if he hadn't mustered the courage to look back at her. He was messing things up, again... He couldn't afford to lose her friendship.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't said that..." He quickly said shaking the bottle in front of her. "It's booze talk, ya'know? Never mind me... I'm go..." He was raising up when her hand pull him back to place.

"NO! You're not listening to me. I understand you!..." Nikita yelled with a dead serious stare that even scared him. " Because... I feel the same way, Owen!"

The impact of her confession sudenly hit him and he turned to face her.

Nikita realizes that the only thing on her mind now was surrendering to her desires, the ones she wished she could lock away, but now felt helpless to resist.

"You should do what you want to do, Owen. You want me...?"

She repeated, her eyes fixed on his big blue ones as she slip the strechted towel off revealing her perfect bronzed curves, teasing his every sense beside him.

He was still in disbelief that she wanted this too. His first reaction was to stroke her soft, long hair and smile. And, only then, he approached her closer... gazing at her nudness with a look of pure and unrivaled lust.

"You know I do..." He whispered inches from her mouth. "More than anything!"

Their mouths met softly at first, tasting fluids and deep breaths. She would finally grant him his desire, his long term wish. Soon he grabbed her by the neck deepening their kiss further, and passionately enjoying the moment.

The night they spent was fast and slow at the same time. His hands caressing her every inche, her noises and grunts of pleasure, bodies entangled.

She cocked her head back, while her niples hardened as Owen's cock slid inside of her. Nikita moaned as she wrapped her arms around his body, holding him continued kissing, continued moving their bodies against each other, feeling each others skin, soft and deep moves almost as if they were merging into one. With only a few paced strokes, he shuddered her into orgasm. And it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Owen leaned downward and held her head still. As their lips joined again, hungrily, he began quickening his pace, going in and out, and then back in, faster, but not going so fast as to ruin the moment.

As her body pulsed violently at yet another orgasm, Nikita spread her legs further apart and moved her hands from his back down to his buttocks, squeezed them, forcing them to continue as if they had no choice but to continue deeper and deeper, her juices spreading all over his pole and into the carpet, sending him the message that she wanted everything he had to offer, right then. And just like, he granted her wish. Owen's cock pulsated with fury inside of her as he yelled his own long, hard, overdued orgasm inside of her. Nikita quickly raised her legs, to wrapped them around his body, and held them up high, squeezing him, feeling his pulsating cock, his seed, and his warmth until he finally stopped. The smell of sex quickly filled the room, as Owen pulled himself out, sending waves of pleasure into both of them, and collapsed by her side uterly exausted. His hands intertwined together as they both catched the air around them.

It was brutal and loving all at the same time. Yet they were a match. No doubts about it! Their first time and it seemed they had been lovers for years.

And that night would forever changed things between them.

Owen was finally happy. That night was the first of many. They would do their daily chores by day and became lovers every single night, sometimes tree or four times straight. It seemed that they couldn't get enought of each other on the bed, on the table, by the fireplace, by the waterfall...

Each time it made Nikita feel incredible and loved and, for a brief second, almost complete but something was wrong. She didn't know what it was, but that feeling came stronger and stronger by each day. Would it be something regarding her past? Something that was deluted on her memory? Or simply something that he wasn't telling her now? Maybe both. She didn't know...

One of those nights, Nikita was playing across his well defined sleeping torso, while rubbing her thighs together, steel feeling the warmth of his lover's seed on her womb, when she heard it. A small humming sound on the corner of the living-room. She slowly got up, carefull not to wake him up. Dressed his T-shirt and silently walk into the increased sound, to uncovered the source of the noise. Her eyes popped open in disbelief.

"What the hell...?!"

She covered her mouth not to scream, shocked...

"No!"

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Well that's it for today. Hope you like it. Or did you hated it? (Oh, sorry to all Mikita fans for this chapter by the way! I promise I'll make it up to you.) Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW... Should I continue? ^^ What do YOU think she found out, please give me your ideas too...