Nika stood in the doorway staring back at Michael. Neither spoke for the longest time until finally she broke the silence. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked smoothly.
At hearing her voice again, her betrayal came rushing back to him. Instead of stepping back to allow her entrance, he stood his ground. "What do you want Nika?"
"I thought maybe ve should talk." She said coyly.
He was just about to tell her to take a hike when he thought better of it. Maybe this could work to his advantage. If it meant getting the divorce to go through faster, it would be worth it. He took a step back.
Accepting his acknowledgement she walked inside and made her way over to the couch. Glancing down at his untouched plate she raised her eyes to him and stared questioningly. He met her with a cold and unfriendly stare of his own and eventually she lowered her eyes. Taking a seat she pulled her short skirt down in a vain attempt to cover herself.
When she still failed to speak he folded his arms across his chest and began again, "What do you want?'
"I think you know vhat I vant Michael."
Not moving from his spot he responded harshly, "No I don't. Why don't you explain it to me."
Seeing she was going to have to lay it out for him she took a deep breath, "I vant…one million dollars. I think it is the least I deserve."
"And why is that?"
Frustrated now she stood, "After all I did. All I sacrificed vor you and your brother. I deserve a cut."
It seemed he was going to have to spell this out for her. "I don't have the five million Nika if that's what your thinking." He saw she was going to protest. "And I don't know where it is."
"But…"
"There is no but. It's gone." Then he shrugged. "Hopefully it ended up in the hands of someone who needed it."
Nika thought about this and decided maybe she should change her tactics. She crossed over to Michael's stiff form and reached out laying a hand on his hard chest and began to slowly slide it up his torso. Looking up at him with a soft seductive look in her eyes she said, "Maybe we could come up with some other sort of exchange then."
Michael uncrossed his arms and closed his figures around her wrist. Pulling her hand away from him, he placed it back down at her side. "I think you need to go." Leaving no room for debate, he cross the room and opened the door.
Reluctantly she grabbed her purse and made to exit. Stopping, she turned to face him again. "Ve could have been good together Michael." When she saw no reaction from him she sighed and walked out.
After Nika left, Michael made his way back to the couch and his food. It was now cold but that was ok. He'd lost his appetite anyway. Instead he tucked his plate in the fridge and decided to do some surfing on the web.
That's where Sara found him when she walked in the door at seven thirty. A full-blown smile spread across his face when he saw her and she returned the greeting.
As she set her purse and keys down, he began to log off. "There's a plate already made up for you in the fridge."
"Thanks." Slipping her shoes off, she made her way to the kitchen and food.
By the time she made it back into the living room he was just getting up from the computer. Taking a seat on the couch, she waited for him to join her as usual. As she tucked her legs under her Indian style on the couch her hand brushed something. Looking down she noticed what appeared to be material of some kind in between the cushions of the couch. Reaching down, she pulled out a black silk thong. It was obviously a women's and definitely not hers. Holding the small piece of silk up for him she asked, "Something you want to tell me?"
Michael stopped in mid stride when he saw what Sara was holding in her fingertips. There was no doubt in his mind as to whose it was or how it had gotten there. Taking the final steps toward Sara, he took his seat beside her on the couch. Placing his elbows on his knees he clasped his hands together. This was his fault. He let her in to the apartment. He should have known better.
"Michael?"
He took a deep breath but continued to look away. "Sara I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let her in here."
Sara put her plate down on the coffee table and let her legs slide to the floor. Turning to face him she said, "Who is "she"?" But as soon as the words left her mouth she knew the answer. "Nika?" Hearing her name brought Michael's head up and he nodded. "So what did she want? Besides to leave her underwear." This last part was said with a small laugh.
He'd heard the laughter in her voice but he almost didn't believe it. He took a minute to look into her face and although he didn't completely relax, the heavy weight that had been pressing down on his chest began to lift. "I was right about her thinking I had the five million. She came here to get her "cut" as she put it."
"I see. But how does that translate into the…present she left?" she said as she did a little twirl with the item in question.
Michael swallowed. "She made a pass at me." He found her eyes and held them. "Nothing happened Sara."
It was her turn. "I know."
"You do?"
"Of course I do." When disbelief remained she added, "Michael I know you love me. I would never cheat on you and I know you would never cheat on me. We've been through too much together to not have trust. And I trust you Michael. With my life and my heart."
His lip curled into a smile. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
Sara slid over and lifted his arm allowing it to encircle her. He leaned back against the couch and she snuggled against him. "Mmm I don't know. Just lucky I guess."
With his free hand, he placed a finger under her chin and brought her face up. "Oh I don't think luck had anything to do with it."
His lips descended and she leaned in to meet him halfway. Sara brought her hand up to rest on his shoulder and deepened the kiss. His hand splayed on her waist, holding her close. As the kiss became more intense, his fingers became restless working their magic against the thin material of her shirt.
Sara shifted slightly in an attempt to get closer and as she did her arm brushed against him. A thought crossed her mind and she acted on it. Not breaking the kiss she raised herself up. Turning to face Michael, she swung her leg over his lap and positioned herself with her knees bracketing him. Feeling his arms circle around her, she adjusted to her new position. Lowering herself onto his lap both of them sucked in deep as they made contact through their thin clothing.
Michael recovered first and reaching his arm up to cup her head he pulled her to him aggressively. The kiss was hard and demanding and she met him stroke for stroke. Their tongues mingled and licked at each other.
Hands roamed over material franticly needing more contact. Finding the hem of her shirt, he rejoiced when he touched bare skin. Dancing their way from her back to her stomach, his fingers enjoyed the feel of her. He heard a catch in her breath as his hand moved up to linger just beneath her beasts. Stilling his hand for a moment he waited for her reaction. In no time at all she responded with a low moan and reached between them to guide his hand the final distance.
Her bra quickly became a hindrance to his exploration and he reached behind her to unclasp it. The moment it came free he felt her lean against him pressing her breasts against him. Reaching between them again, he continued where he'd left off massaging and teasing her tender nipples.
Their mouths remained locked together in a dance and had yet to part completely. They we absorbing each other, totally obvious to the world around them. Feeling Sara begin to pull away he brought both hands back to her hips and stilled her. She broke the kiss leaning her forehead against his. Her eyes were glazed over with passion and he could see she was trying to catch her breath.
Finally she spoke, "The bedroom Michael."
He responded by pulling her mouth back down to his. "No. Here." His mouth connected again with hers and there was no more discussion.
Reaching down he gripped the hem of her shirt and began pulling it up. It caught under her arms and she broke the kiss hurriedly and removed it the rest of the way taking her bra with her. With no time to admire the beauty that had just been revealed to him their mouths came together again briefly and she began to remove his shirt as well. The scene repeated itself as she pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
Now both naked from the waist up, he felt her breast flatten against his bare chest. He didn't think he had any blood left in his head at this point. All he wanted was to be inside her. To further this objective he began to unbutton the kakis she was wearing.
Feeling his movements, Sara brought her hand down and began removing his belt. He'd just gotten her zipper open when she tossed his belt to join their rapidly growing pile of clothes. Placing a last kiss on his lips, she moved to stand. Pushing her pants down her legs she kicked them aside and returned her gaze to him. He'd been watching her and was now staring with blatant need in his eyes and this was a man she'd come to realize didn't "need" much. The knowledge that she could do this to him made her more heated and full of need herself. She wanted him inside her and she wanted it now. "What are you wanting for Scofield?"
Her voice brought his thoughts back into focus and he quickly finishing unzipping his pants and pushed them down his legs.
Not waiting for an invitation, Sara repositioned herself to sit on his lap. This time however when she sat down, she did so slowly savoring the feel of him sliding inside her.
Looking into her eyes he held her there enjoying the feel of being completely surrounded by her. It was a feeling he didn't think he'd ever get used to. Raising himself up, he captured her lips once again and began to move. Sara's response was immediate and whole. Her tongue vied for position with his as her swollen flesh held tightly to him, urging him for more.
Sara began to pick up the pace. Her head fell back in obvious pleasure and he took the opportunity to suckle her neck. The hands that had been firmly holding on to his shoulders gripped him tighter as he continued to lick and nibble at the soft flesh. Michael could feel the tension building in him.
Glancing up, he could see that she was close too and wanting her to find her completion first, he slipped his had between them and began to caress and tease her already sensitive peaks. Shifting slightly, he increased his trusts. Sara's nails dug into his shoulders and from deep within her throat a high-pitched moan could be heard. Her lips parted releasing the sound as her inner muscles squeezed him with her release. Michael let himself go, his head fell back and a growl like sound came from deep in his chest as he exploded inside her.
Collapsing forward, she rested her forehead on his shoulder. Was it always going to be like this? She hoped so. Michael's arms were wrapped around her, holding her tightly, as if he'd never let her go.
Lost in the pleasurable sensations still singing in her body, she heard what sounded like a low growl between them. Picking her head up she looked at him, "What was that?"
A blush crept up Michael's cheeks. "I think that was my stomach. After…" He didn't want to mention her name while he was still in such and intimate position with Sara. "I sort of lost my appetite." Giving her a little smile, "I think it's coming back though."
With a sigh she lifted herself up off his lap and reached for her panties. As her hand landed on her shirt, her stomach made some noises of its own. Smiling down at him, "Well I guess your stomach isn't the only one protesting the lack of food."
She reached for her kakis and his hand stopped her. Expecting him to say something she turned to face him again. Instead he softly brushed his lips against her fingers and released her hand. Bending down to pick up her now cold plate of food, she headed for the kitchen. Standing himself, he gathered his clothing, quickly dressed and then followed her.