DISTRACTION
by Tasamin
The morning DEW glistens in the grass like diamonds in the sunlight. A brown BUNNY that was nibbling on the grass scampers off when he hears Nikita approaching. It is early in the morning and Nikita walks in the park for her car is parked on the other side.
Even that charming scene could not distract her. Trying to gather her rambling thoughts in order to have her mind clear of distractions for the upcoming mission. Yet it was impossible. Her thoughts keep going back to Michael. She reluctantly left him behind in the inn's room alone.
It was so difficult to leave that warm bed this morning especially since it contained Michael in his black silk BOXERS, clutching her in sleep as if her were afraid someone would snatch her away. Sleep was still in his eyes, when he groggily arose to Nikita's phone trilling. Nikita had been watching him sleep, one of her new favorite pastimes. Yet for once they only required Nikita's presence and not his.
It is a CONSPIRACY she thought. Every time I get that man alone either his phone rings or mine. He stood in the WINDOW waving me off much like a love struck courtier making sure his lady left safely. Sometimes the romantic side of Michael's personality popped out at the most unexpected moments. Such as the surprise of whisking her away to this cozy bed and breakfast for a brief night of freedom.
These moments were the ones she lived for. The reason that Section had not driven her completely insane. She thought this as she drives her car away from an incredible interlude. It is true that Michael's mere touch drives her to distraction.
He could lead her anywhere he desired with the slightest of touches. A gentle glide of a single fingertip leaving a trail of warmth behind is all she needed. She knew that he was aware of the power he held over her in that regard. It only bothered her occasionally when he tried to use it in a way she considered inappropriate. Although there was nothing inappropriate about last night except in Madeline and Operations view.
Nikita's phone began to ring. She reaches for it while keeping one hand on the steering wheel. She wonders if someone at Section has ESP. The person on the other end of the line informs her the mission has been cancelled. She is not needed this morning.
A bright smile lights up Nikita's face as she ends the conversation and puts her phone away. She makes a quick U-turn down a side street and drives back towards the inn. Perhaps I could surprise Michael with breakfast in bed she muses.
It is destined to be another wonderful interlude. Another gem to add to her collection of stolen moments. They were her most treasured possessions. Ones that could never be stolen and could be packed away at a moments notice to be relived again when life became unbearable.
The End