So... just to be clear, not without a reason this story is not in the M rating zone. So don't ask me to make such scenes, because it's not that kind of a story. Although this chapter might be a little exception ;)
This chapter was not planned and is totally for you my dear readers, reviewers, Mikita fans. You keep saying that there is too little of their moments so this is my tribute to You. And a thank you. For wonderful support and -even though only virtual-presence.
This chapter is -for the first time- completely from Michael's point of view, he deserves for his 5 minutes in this story ;)
So here it is, a 100% Mikita moment :)
Part XI
The first time he says he loves her, she doesn't react.
His words fade away somewhere between his swollen lips brushing Nikita's neck and her labored breath. His fingers are still on her hips and she doesn't stop moving, steady rhythm of her hips tells him she didn't hear.
When he says it again, she freezes on top of him, staring. Her pupils wide, mouth slightly open. Surprised. Shocked.
He starts to wonder why did he say it now, when they are on edge, barely breathing, with hearts hammering, desire rushing in their veins.
And maybe simply because of that.
Because it's them and it's close, as close as a man and woman can be. Together. Joined as one.
And because he loves her exactly like that. Sweat covered body, cheeks flushed. No barriers, No walls. No holding back.
He holds her gaze making sure she knows with absolute certainty that he loves her, what this means to him.
She knows. She has to know. After all, he declares it again and again in every touch, every kiss, every glance they share. Words are just the formality.
She is holding a breath, still unmoving. But she doesn't tear away, she doesn't withdraw which confirms his suspicions. She knows.
Her fingers cradle his face and she leans in to kiss him, her mouth on his, hot and wet. And then, she starts moving again, sliding up and down, slowly, gently, endlessly.
She doesn't say anything but he knows, he is certain she feels it too. He can tell that from the way she looks at him in the morning, in the moment she opens her eyes and her lips stretch up in a smile. He feels that in the way she kisses him, full and loving.
He flips them, rolling her underneath him, sliding deeper.
She moans, shivers in his arms. He knows it's her telling him I love you too. In the way she allows him to take over the control, lets herself to lose it and surrender to his touch and his lips melting her skin. She is all in. Trusting and completely committed.
She wraps her arms around his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as the silent gasp escaped her lips.
Hours later, he is lying in bed, with his eyes closed, almost asleep, feeling the pleasant warmth of her body beside him, her petite figure curled to his side.
He feels complete. Right here, with her. This is all he need.
The pleasant numbness spreads over his body as it relaxes and slips into oblivion. But before that happens, before his consciousness ebbs away and all the thoughts end, his mind registers a soft whisper that brings a warm, tingling sensation in his ear.
"I love you too."
Short this time, but I hope you are pleased anyway ;)
I am already working on this flashback chapter!
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