The Real Thing By Morganperidot
Softly, slowly, gently, tenderly. Her eyes were closed. His fingertips moved down along her neck and beyond... She could smell the roses in the vase by the bed and hear the soft music playing on her stereo. "I love you," Michael said.
Nikita slid her arms around him. "I know," she said. She could feel the smile on his lips as his pressed them to hers. She smiled too and opened her eyes.
She looked him for a long moment and then sighed. The man she saw looked, talked, and even felt like Michael Samuelle - but he wasn't. Nikita turned and shut off the machine from the control on the table beside her; the whole bedroom fa
Softly, slowly, gently, tenderly. Her eyes were closed. His fingertips moved down along her neck and beyond... She could smell the roses in the vase by the bed and hear the soft music playing on her stereo. "I love you," Michael said.
Nikita slid her arms around him. "I know," she said. She could feel the smile on his lips as his pressed them to hers. She smiled too and opened her eyes.
She looked him for a long moment and then sighed. The man she saw looked, talked, and even felt like Michael Samuelle - but he wasn't. Nikita turned and shut off the machine from the control on the table beside her; the whole bedroom fa