Saturday Evening

[m_samuelle]

After stopping in to check on Parker at detention, Michael went back to make some arrangements. By the time she was released at 5 he'd managed to break in gain access to her room, set out the special dinner he'd arranged for, and set up candles and flowers in the room.

Then he sat back and waited for her to arrive.

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[mparkerceo]

"Oh, my...." Parker's speechless. "How did you get in here?" she asks, shutting the door behind her and folding her arms.

She's really trying to be angry. 'Trying' being the operative word.

[m_samuelle]

"Bribed someone," Michael says with a small smile. He takes her hand and raises it to his lips. "You've had such a tough week I wanted to do something special for you. And since in my room, there's no guarantees we wouldn't end up with an emo Jedi angsting about his teacher around..." He stroked his free hand down her arm. "Say you'll forgive me? Please?"

[mparkerceo]

Her mouth is twitching, especially at the 'emo Jedi' comment, and she rolls her eyes. Then does the hair-toss-shoulder-roll of all girlfriends giving in to their boyfriends.

"I suppose. Since you brought all this food, and went to this trouble..." She turns and marvels. "Where did you get it? And the candles, the flowers--" She reaches out for one, unable to stop smiling.

[m_samuelle]

"Trade secret," he says with that same half-smile. "I could tell you, but..." He hands her a flower and bends to kiss her, then takes her by the hand and leads her to a chair. "My lady..." He sits her down then kneels to take off her shoes and rub her feet. He strokes her feet and calves, looking up at her tenderly, "This evening is for you - to relax and forget about all of your troubles. Tonight your wish is my command."

[mparkerceo]

On dit qu'au delà des mers
Là-bas sous le ciel clair
Il existe une cité
Au séjour enchanté
Et sous les grands arbres noirs
Chaque soir
Vers elle s'en va tout mon espoir

Parker leaned into him, letting herself go boneless, feeling the warmth of him from toe to hip to chest, and let out a long, shuddering sigh.

[m_samuelle]

He held her close to him, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other gently caressing up and down her back. "I think, perhaps we have too many clothes on," he breathed into her ear.

[mparkerceo]

"Oh thank god." She laughed at herself, putting her head down on his shoulder. "Far too many." Parker ran her fingers down the front of his shirt, and popped each button very deliberately, watching his face, a wicked smile growing.

[m_samuelle]

His eyes darkened with passion, "You want to play, little girl?" He shrugs off his shirt, candlelight gleaming on his shoulders, and turns his attention to her blouse. "Let me demonstrate..." He began to remove her blouse, dropping kisses and running his tongue along each millimeter of skin he exposed. By the time he slipped it off her shoulders and started in on her bra, she could barely catch her breath.

[mparkerceo]

When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see La vie en rose

Parker's fingers were tracing lazy circles down Michael's chest, just for the sensation of skin on skin.

"Mmmm." She smiled, almost asleep. "Lovely."

[m_samuelle]

"Content, ma cherie?" He cradles her head on his chest, letting her bask in the afterglow.

[mparkerceo]

"God, yes," she mumbled, stretching against him, then curling a little away. She yawned. "'M glad... we waited, if it was like that."

Parker opened her eyes, her fingers slowing down. "Michael?" She bit her lip, trying to find words for what she wanted to ask. Nothing like what are you thinking? or where is this going? She didn't want to know that, anyway.

"Tell me... tell me something about you, that no one else knows," she asked. "Something true."

She'd never asked Gordon this. Never had to ask Tony; she'd known all his problems. Giusseppe had been a fount of information, telling secrets before she asked.

"Anything you want. Please? First dream. First kiss. What you wanted to be, when you grew up...."

[m_samuelle]

I'm using you to get information on your father's organization for Section One? Not quite what she was looking for, he was sure.

I understand how much you hate the ethics assignment because I am effectively a slave myself - knowing I or Nikita will be killed if I fail to perform adequately? No, not that either.

In the end he went with a half truth. "My first kiss... I was twelve, she was thirteen. We were walking home from school, holding hands, and I kissed her. Very chaste, of course. She slapped me and didn't speak to me for three days." He shrugged. "I've gotten better at it since then."