.Theres No Place Like Home. [Mikel]

[kristina]

Soft caresses of wind blew through the air as Kristina’s eyes rose to the night sky above. Clouds were cast in front of a waxing moon, every night growing closer to a needed release. Silver fell over the slender woman as her frame remained leaned against the balcony. Her room was just on the other side of glass doors, so her attire was for her own quarters. A black silk robe fell over her curves, hints of crimson embellishments dancing up the side complimented by a matching silk tie. It covered just what was necessary; nothing more. Dark, tousled curls fell on her shoulders, catching in the small breeze that filled the air. It wasn’t a warm night, but the wind was more than welcomed. There wasn’t much humidity in Seattle, so it kept whatever there was away. As Kristina’s brown eyes closed, she arched her neck a bit…embracing the perfect night…inhaling deeply the scent of summer. It brought a subtle smile to her lips as she reopened her eyes, gazing out over the horizon. Civilization was miles out, leaving Kristina to her privacy on her balcony. Mikel wouldn’t have it any other way…

Since her arrival years ago, she had been working as an agent under Mikel. He kept her busy traveling, so it was nice to be home for a change. There was always a certain calming effect when she stepped foot into the estate; a certainty that she was protected and safe. That perhaps was her biggest fear: being vulnerable. That was why she had learned how to fight. It wasn’t as much of a choice as it was a requirement for the assignments he gave her. Of course, her lycan senses always helped. But, even those were weak against some of the evils out there. She had to be ready for absolutely anything.

Another deep inhale brought her back to reality. She knew it would only be a matter of time before she was given another task. It always was. The thought of leaving again made her muscles tense under her robe, but she forced herself to relax. She could feel her fox already becoming anxious…black paws beginning to pace the desolate terrain. A dark, bushy tail swished instinctively from side to side as brown eyes peered at Kristina. She could sense her beast’s desire to be free, but she kept her at bay.

As she looked to the moon once more, she knew it would be less than a week before her fox gained freedom. Once the full moon approached, she had no choice but to let her beast run wild. She could withstand the change for a couple hours, but at some point, she would be forced to give way. That was days off though, and she yet again brushed the thought from her mind. A car pulling up signaled Mikel’s arrival to the estate from a day’s work. Though most negotiations took place close by, she knew circumstances sometimes called for different measures.

Her eyes closed as she continued leaning against the balcony. Her hair blowing in the wind felt amazing and she smiled as she heard a car door shutting and keys clanking as Mikel let himself in. Most nights she would go down and greet him, but the night was too beautiful to leave. She knew if she was needed then he would come get her, or send someone to inform her of his desire to speak with her. Dinner had passed by a couple hours, but Kristina hadn’t eaten. Her thoughts had found a way to consume her, keeping her from eating as well as sometimes sleeping. Too much chaos and turmoil was beginning in the state of Washington. She could feel it in the air that something just wasn’t right. She was sure she would know soon enough, but the unsettling of evil in shadows worried Kristina. Of course, she couldn’t exactly be considered good…but she could at least say she didn’t kill unless it was deserved. That was more than most could say. Feeling her muscles tense once more as her thoughts raced, she sighed softly and shook her head. “No esta noche…” She whispered to the night sky, a subtle Spanish accent escaping with the words. It had been years since she’d been to Spain, but the culture and the language stayed fluently with her. It was a part of her she refused to let go...even if her memories of being there were rather daunting. In either sense, she was content where she was. She knew someday she'd have to confront her fears, but for now she was satisfied just being home.

[mikel]

Mikel sat on the edge of his king sized bed, his legs hanging over the edge, his back fully erect, his eyes alert and his mind focused. It was hard for a man like Mikel to not struggle with stress and trust issues. He had a high maintenance job and it wasn’t the job everyone thought he had in being an investor. Mikel’s occupation or habits were much more unique and time consuming. Mikel was not a nine to five worker and to many people, most of his employees included, Mikel never really rested. What time did he have to rest? There were so many things that plagued him about the world; so many specific scenarios that needed to unfold for everything work out in Mikel’s mind. Life was like a game of chess for Mikel and he knew that in order to win he had to be many steps ahead of his enemy. That also meant that he had to be able to predict his opponent’s moves and have proper counters for each one. There were only certain ways for Mikel to keep his head on straight and he had never found sleep to be truly restful. Mikel hadn’t had a restful night for several decades and it was all thanks to the one curse that was cast upon him. Unfortunately he was not able to remember the words that were used and so he had no way to undo what was done to him. Mikel wasn’t about to attempt a trial and error process to find the one that was used on him because if he made a mistake or said the wrong one things would certainly get worse. So Mikel was forced to find other forms and measures to release his stress.

Mikel ran his rough hands over his bare chest as he inhaled deeply. His fingers followed the numerous scars that covered his torso. He followed one scar down from his right collarbone down beneath his arm and two his second to last rib. He would always remember the night he received that particular scar. He didn’t want to have to fight weretigers alone again. Mr. Machnerum would always have the scars on his body and each one had its own fight that matched it. Mikel sighed and moved the sheets away from around his waist and walked naked over to the dresser next to his bed. He moved his hands through his hair as he looked into the mirror. A pair of bright blue eyes stars back into the seemingly soulless body of man controlled by an unmatched and irrational aggression. Mikel looked at his right shoulder and neck, running his hands over new bite and scratch marks still dripping slightly with blood. He brought his fingers through his long dirty blond hair and down his naked torso. He looked back over to his bed and looked at the woman that lay pleasantly underneath the sheets. Sleep was not something that eluded this woman apparently and it was nothing unusual for someone that was worn out. Mikel walked over to a bowl of water and splashed some water onto his face, letting the cool water run down his face and over his neck, cooling him a bit. It was time for him to rest but he wasn’t going to bed again; besides, he didn’t sleep on his bed anyway.

Mikel walked over to a suit that he had already arranged neatly on the sofa in the far left corner of his room. He proceeded to dress himself and once everything was neatly in order he walked out of his room without disturbing his mistress. The halls were quiet, and the lighting from the candles was dim. Mikel enjoyed the peacefulness because it didn’t come often. It was probably close to two in the morning and Mikel could smell the open air filling the hallway. Someone was on the balcony down the hall. Mikel’s cane clicked against the polished hardwood floors of the hallway, his shadow casting on all four sides of him as he walked. The light flickered beautifully off of Mikel’s white suit and white shoes. It did look as though he glowed a little bit as he walked. Mikel was in no rush and when he reached the balcony he stopped. He smiled when he realized who had finally come home. Kristina was probably one of his favorite employees. He had taken her under his wing quite some time ago she was utterly indebted to him. She would do anything for him and he didn’t even need to brainwash her like some of the others. Mikel walked up behind Kristina and tenderly placed his left hand on her left shoulder and ran it down her arm to her wrist as he moved to her left side and brought her hand up to his lips. “Welcome back my dear.” He greeted her. “I see sleep eludes you this night as well.” Mikel pondered as he placed his left hand on the cool stone of the balcony railing. “As least we are blessed with a pleasant night. It has been a while since the rain has been gone. I am so ready for the rain to be gone.” Mikel whispered. “Tell me, what troubles you my dear?” he asked. Perhaps he could have figured out the answer by simply probing her mind, but he preferred for her to tell him. It built trust and understanding.

[kristina]

A soft silver hue reflected off of Kristina’s eyes as she remained where she was, even as the sound of footsteps approaching fell across her ears. Her fox’s ears perked at the light tap of the cane, and she smiled…immediately knowing who was behind her. The familiar warmth of Mikel’s touch graced her skin softly, running almost seductively down her arms to her hand. A light shiver danced up her spine at his touch as a small kiss of respect was placed on the back of her hand. She smiled and gazed up at him. He was ruggedly handsome…his hair fell perfectly in place and his eyes were dark. She was sure his white suit was made of the finest fabric, as were his shoes. He truly was a man that lived for the finer things. Perhaps it was because of what he was and what he endured? For all the pain he suffered through his nightmares, to have nice things was a welcomed change.

His words were soft as he welcomed her back home. A tender smile played on her lips and she bowed her head lightly in thanks. “It feels good to be home…” She whispered before hearing him speak of the incessant rain that had plagued Seattle. “It is a perfect night, indeed.” The smile remained on her crimson lips as she gazed out once more over the horizon. Nothing could be seen for what seemed like miles, and she loved having it that way. The privacy she was given while home was gladly accepted; especially given some of the tasks she had been previously assigned. Posing as a dancer, working undercover in the drug industry, seducing vampires with her blood. It was all dangerous work that required her to constantly be on guard but, with miles between her and the next city over, she felt safe and at ease.

Kristina inhaled deeply, moving to face Mikel as she leaned her back lightly against the balcony rail. Was her concern for what was happening really that apparent? Did one day at home just completely drain her of her barricade? Or was Mikel just that good at reading her nowadays? After all, they had spent numerous nights talking and enjoying each others company. It really shouldn’t surprise her that he could sense when something was wrong. Her eyes seemed to grow darker as she fixated her eyes on the frame of the doorway…her thoughts taking over. “I just can’t help but feel something is amiss…” She started, a soft Spanish accent lifting the words. “Something is off balance…but I can’t pin-print what…” She knew of the vampires and of each of the races in the world. She knew of the evils that dwelled within each race, and she knew of the turmoil that came with being what she was. But, something just didn’t line up. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her eyes caught Mikel’s. “I’m afraid of what’s next…” That was all this was: fear. Kristina hated not knowing what was going on through Mikel’s mind. For the most part, he kept her in the dark and, while she knew it was for her safety, she hated it.

Forcing a smile, she shook her head lightly…her dark curls repositioning themselves on her shoulder. “But enough of that…how have you been?” She asked, trying her hardest to keep herself calm and composed. A gust of wind ran through, pushing the slit of her robe down the side of her leg, her sun-kissed skin slightly exposed.

[mikel]

The simple fact of the matter was that Kristina was absolutely correct in her assumption that something was amiss. She definitely could feel that something was going to happen. There was a definite calm before the storm that was coming. There were so many things that were running through the mind of Mikel and all of them were pointing to a goal that the woman in front of him didn’t even know. Mikel played so many things close to the chest that there was never anyone that truly knew Mikel’s plan besides Mikel. Mikel had just grown up in a world that didn’t allow anyone to be open about anything. Trust was something that was earned and Mikel did not give it away to anyone. Mikel was a closed person to most people. This particular storm Mikel was creating was much more unique and dependant on variables that Mikel couldn’t always control. There was that unwanted sense of uncontrollability that Mikel just didn’t like. Mikel was someone that had to have situations under control and if he didn’t he got frustrated. Mikel didn’t like variables.

Mikel didn’t like to hear that Kristina was scared. He didn’t want those that worked for him to be scared of anything, especially in the mist of everything that was about to happen. Mikel needed to his employees to be able to perform their duties at their best and fear was definitely something that could hinder their abilities. Mikel took a deep breath, his hand gripping the silver wolf crest of his cane. He looked at Kristina for a moment, his eyes seemingly delving into her soul. He could read her mind and he could tell that she was nervous and that she wasn’t fully trusting in what Mikel was doing. He checked for any signs of disloyalty and found none. She was just nervous and questioning the things that were about to happen. It was natural for a woman to question variables but would she still do as she was told? Mikel knew that the next task was going to be very difficult for her to accomplish but she was going to have to be the one to do it for Mikel. “It is alright for you to be nervous and for you to not understand everything. There is no one that knows all the details of what is about to happen. Trust in the fact that you know everything that you must know.” Mikel whispered as a cool wind blew through the balcony. Mikel’s eyes remained with hers as he continued to speak. “I do not wish to burden you and distract you from you duties with unnecessary information. It would only be a hindrance to you.” Mikel assured.

She simply didn’t need to know the full extent of Mikel’s plans. If she was caught and her mind probed, she simply didn’t need the information that was going to hurt his plans. She was going to need her but only for a certain part of the plan. The wind continued to blow through the balcony, but it was a pleasant breeze and did little more than to ruffle Mikel’s suit coat and hair. “I am placing you in a new assignment my dear. I have to let my people finish their work but by the end of the week you should be moving to Forks for a short time as a guidance councilor there. There is a certain interesting situation going on within that town with some of the local vampires and werewolves. I have been monitoring some of their interaction and it all revolves around a certain girl by the name of Isabella Swan. It would seem as though the two races have bonded together to help each other protect this woman. I need you to cause them to separate. Create some drama. There are men involved and for you I don’t think it will be a problem,” Mikel hinted as he brought his left hand to Kristina’s cheek and ran his hand softly against it. “Eventually miss Swan is going to need to disappear but before that happens there needs to be reason for the two sides to not trust each other. You must understand that I need these two clans at absolute odds with one another to the point of literally tearing each other to pieces.” Mikel paused, wondering if he should tell her the ultimate desired effect. He brought his hand down from her cheek and moved a bit closer to Kristina, his hand wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close to him. He whispered into her ear in a very authoritative and commanding voice that was deep and literally echoed in Kristina’s head. “I want a war…”

[kristina]

Kristina could feel her heart beating steadily beneath her skin. She was calm for the time being. Mikel’s presence was enough to soothe her nerves and make her feel human again. It didn’t even revolve around her being a fox as so much being an agent. The tasks he gave her sometimes made her see things no one should even be allowed to see. There were times when she was a monster and other times when she was nicer than she could stand. But around Mikel, she was herself. She was at peace, and it was a welcomed feeling. Even as he spoke of putting two species at war, she couldn’t help but let the thought pass from her mind. She knew exactly what he was saying, but she didn’t much want to think about it tonight. Of course, she knew after he had mentioned it, her next assignment would be brought up. And she was right.

As he spoke of a love triangle between high school students, and how she would be playing into the scene, she couldn’t help but let a soft laugh escape her lips. She didn’t know much about the vampires and shifters, but she knew enough that their species were already enemies. With a little more information, she was sure she would be able to strike the weak spots in either of the men...turning them against each other to a point where hurting their loved one would occur. She knew exactly the right words to say to sink into the very depths of a man's soul and make him feel guilty and angered. Taunting a man's masculinity and morals, making him feel inferior and less than alive was what Kristina seemed to be best at. She knew it would eat away at them until it drove them to a point of pure insanity. Splitting them apart would be an easy feat, that much she was sure of.

Her eyes closed for a moment as Mikel’s hand slid down her cheek and around her waist, pulling her closer commandingly. The move made Kristina’s heart falter in its normal beating, and flushed her cheeks with a soft pink. Her hand rested on his arm and she felt chills dance down her spine as his lips came brushed against her ear. He whispered of wanting a war and Kristina grinned. It was dark seduction, and Kristina’s hands moved down his chest lightly…feeling the defined muscles beneath his suit. Her eyes gazed up at his longingly, a sinister grin on her lips. “If it’s a war you want…” She whispered, her fingertips playing with the expensive material as she moved closer…her lips mere inches from his. “Then a war you shall get.” Her eyes remained locked with his as she teased with her touch, her heart beating a bit faster than it was before. The black silk now felt cool against her warm skin and she smiled up at him, “It has been far too long, Mikel. I’ve missed your presence.” The mood was sensuous and intense; the two of them remaining close to each other. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, her movements becoming a little rougher…almost as if she was trying to take dominance.

[mikel]

Kristina had always been willing to do the spontaneous tasks that Mikel had required of her. She was always willing to go out of her way to make sure that Mikel was taken care of and that everything went just as planned. That was something that Mikel couldn’t help but admire. It didn’t matter what someone’s moral standards were or what someone’s affiliations. There was something about someone being loyal that was simply priceless. That should have been the next MasterCard commercial. Mikel knew that in his line of work, it was impossible to be completely loyal or completely dedicated and the people that could pull that off were the ones that needed to be kept around. Mikel had a lot of different things turning at the moment and he knew that he was going to need all the help he could receive from Kristina. Mikel appreciated loyalty, even if Mikel never showed it to anyone else. Mikel was the boss and never needed to be loyal to anyone. He was the one people had to be loyal to and quite honestly he probably didn’t even know how to be all that loyal. Mikel didn’t need to be and he had never been placed in that situation. Mikel didn’t exactly plan to place himself into that situation on purpose either. He didn’t make alliances, he made employees. There was a difference.

Kristina had always had a way with men. There was something about her that just simply made men want her. She was sly, witty, her personality was simply seductive and her body worked for her as well. Mikel had made sure she was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen and he had always made sure she kept herself fit and looking stunning. He didn’t have any problems sending her on missions that required her to use the subtle or not so subtle gifts that she had been given. Kristina had liked him since the beginning of all of this, since the beginning of her employment and Mikel didn’t have any problem playing into every now and then to keep her attached and willing to do whatever he wanted. People were useful to Mikel, every part of them. Mikel knew how to make people stay and go and especially woman. Did that make him a womanizer? Probably. Mikel knew what he wanted and didn’t care what other people thought. It was all amount the ultimate goal and that was something that could not be put on old, for anyone. Mikel smiled as she ran her hand down his chest and agreed to start his little war. She didn’t know how big his little war was going to be. Mikel was ambitious and ambitious people always got their way with enough diligence. Mikel had already brought Kristina close to him and his hands were already gliding over her body. It was nice to feel the touch of a woman, Mikel could never deny that.

He looked down at her for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. It was rather obvious what she meant by her last statement. Mikel did have to think for a moment since the last time they had been together. It had been some years. She had grown up quite a bit since then. She pulled him a bit closer to him which was unusual because she was never really the aggressive one. Mikel smiled and let her watch his eyes stray from hers and less than subtly peer down the loosely fitting black robe she was wearing. Mikel smiled because he knew that she really didn’t care to be modest around him. There was something seductive about that. Mikel’s eyes followed every curve down her body and then his eyes returned to hers. His right hand went up to her head and he pulled her close to him as he whispered into her ear, while his left hand went around her waist. “You’re not wearing very much my dear…” He whispered. With that he pulled the drawstring around her robe so that it opened for him and his eyes followed her curves down her body again as he moved both his hands to her waist and guided them up her torso and to her shoulders, slipping her rob off her shoulders, holding the silk fabric on her shoulders just above her breasts. He moved one foot behind her left leg and moved her up against the railing of the balcony so he was completely pressed against her. “I must say that I am glad you are back.” He whispered, his tongue lightly gliding over her upper lip before he pulled his head away a bit.

[kristina]

There was a flame in Kristina’s eyes that hadn’t been ignited for quite some time. Sure she’d been around countless guys, but they were mere pebbles in the water. True intensity came from those she was close with and those she would risk her life for. That list entailed only one: Mikel. So many years ago he had been her rescuer, finding solitude in his arms when she was mere moments from death, or so she thought. He had healed her back to health and had stood by her through her years of transformation. Their relationship was indescribable. It just was. Though Mikel wouldn’t openly admit it, Kristina knew he would put up the same sacrifices for her if it deemed necessary. That was just the particular man Mikel was. Loyal. He wouldn’t stray far from home, and he would only choose those he thought worthy. It wasn’t as if it was a contest, but Kristina knew not many woman felt the connection to a man that she felt with Mikel. He was so shielded and reserved, thoughts of years past plaguing his mind. She knew of his nightmares, but she never mentioned them, nor did she know why they existed. In the stretch of time, she knew Mikel might be compelled to tell her, but she was just as content staying in the dark when it came to his nightmares. He was complex, and for such a man to have nightmares that clearly pained him, it was a matter Kristina deemed safer to be away from.

Russet eyes remained focus on Mikel’s, even as his gaze fell to her body. The silk robe clung lightly to her curves; the tie remaining loose. Kristina had nothing to be ashamed of, and she knew it. Her body alone could lure a man in, but her words and her movements were a sinful display. It was a weapon in times when all else failed and it was a gift in moments like these. Though, as dominant as she could be elsewhere, she was submissive to one. Even if she wanted to take control, Mikel wouldn’t let her…she was weak to his touch…weak to his presence. He was everything and yet nothing she looked for in a mate…which was perhaps why their relationship was so mysterious.

The night’s presence was quiet, only a soft wind rustling the fresh summer leaves. Strong hands found their way around her waist, moving in a commanding way over her curves. He found the loose tie in the front and a sinister smile crept on her lips. The silk slid smoothly along her body, exposing her warm skin to the cool air. Her breathing was as steady as able with the response her body was giving to his touch. A soft hue of pink remained in her cheeks as she closed her eyes, the feel of his coarse hands moving up her body relaxing her yet exciting her at the same time. It took work to arouse Kristina from just a few soft touches, but Mikel had mastered the technique. His words teased at her ear, causing forbidden desires. “Does that displease you?” Her voice was but a seductive whisper as she grinned. With his next sly move of pinning her against the balcony, Kristina found herself weak to his will. His tongue teased at her lips and her hands moved down his arms. “It is nice to be home again…” Years had passed since they’d last seen each other…felt each others touch, and Kristina was in no mood to stop now. Her right hand moved to the side of his neck and she pulled herself to him, her lips finding his in a soft yet desirable kiss. The silk fell a bit further down, exposing her back to the night air as she continued to kiss him. Her other hand glided down his chest, then back up unbuttoning each of the buttons before sliding his suit jacket off. Mikel had enough money to where it wouldn’t matter in a moment like this. Wrapping her right leg around his, she pulled away from the kiss…her breathing softly rigid as she leaned seductively against the balcony rail…her hands now beginning to toy with the buttons on his dress shirt.

[mikel]

Sensuality was not something that Mikel lacked. Mikel had been around long enough to know what women, to know what they felt, know what they liked and know how to get them to do what he liked. Mikel was a man that completely in control, completely composed and new exactly what he was doing. There was no hesitation, no breaking of his chain of though. Mikel was a fine tuned, exquisitely refined and yet still strong enough to prove a point. There was no woman in the world that would not feel safe in his arms and there is no woman that would not feel compelled to remain there. It was the little things that Mikel knew about women that made his as effective as he was. It was the small gentle touches in certain areas, a gentle caress, and a soft word from time to time that gave the intended implications. Even with all this knowledge; though, Mikel was not usually the seducer. There was something about power and money that brought women to him. Mikel knew that these women wanted just those things and they would eventually see neither but he wasn’t above pretending to give them the world so they would give him themselves. Mikel didn’t need to stand by any moral law, any higher standard. He had done things far beyond imagination that were far worse a moral standard than seducing woman and deceiving them. Besides, to him, it was their own fault for being deceived and he usually could tell if their motives were just for his money. What really got Mikel going though was the occasional woman that was challenging, that made him think a little bit before he just jumped into things? He liked a woman that wouldn’t let him just jump into things. Then there was Kristina.

Kristina was long time friend and employee. She was dedicated and obviously wanted whatever Mikel would take from her. Mikel hadn’t been with this woman in quite some time and she had matured quite a bit. He could tell by the way she moved the way she felt, the way her body tingled and smelled. Women matured over time and it was never a bad thing. Kristina was still young and sensual and knew what she wanted and how to get it. One of the reasons Mikel employed her. She had the body to get whatever she wanted and will to demand it when she couldn’t. Generally though, she knew well enough what she was doing to use her body to get what she wanted and what she wanted right not was Mikel. Mikel didn’t mind kissing her. Her lips were soft and he could tell that she desired hers to be against his. Mikel returned her touch in kind, kissing her until she pulled away and wrapped her leg around his leg. She was playing with the buttons of his shirt and he smirked as she leaned out over the railing, her silk robe falling a little bit away from her body. Mikel smirked as he looked at her tanned stomach, perfect toned abdomen. Mikel moved his head down to her stomach and kissed it gently, pressing closer against her so that it was easier for her to lean back against the railing, her body seemingly horizontal with the railing. Mikel moved his hands from her waist up her body underneath the robe and up over her chest, pausing for a moment before he moved his hands apart and simply slid off the gown, completely exposing her. He lifted his head up, his eyes wandering down her body, his fingers doing the same.

Mikel leaned down and kissed her neck gently and then in a moment’s notice he scooped her up into his arms and held her close to him, turning his head to face the door as a young gentleman, one of Mikel’s men walked into the room. He stopped when he realized what he had just walked into. Mikel looked at him with a frown, his body still covering Kristina completely. “What is it?” He asked in a dull tone of voice. Mikel’s left hand moved down over Kristina’s ass, squeezing it a bit, pressing her lower torso up against him as he looked at the man, waiting for him to respond. She didn’t need to be pressed against him to know that Mikel was very interested in her at the moment and Mikel made sure she knew it. “Sir, we had a call come in. It’s about the artifact.” Mikel closed his eyes and looked back at Kristina and smirked. He moved his right hand to her hand on his torso, moving it down to the zipper of his pants. She already wasn’t wearing anything. He turned his head back to the man, “Continue.” He told the man as he pressed against Kristina a bit. “Sir,” The man began, not really sure what was going on. “Its gone missing, and by missing I mean its not where it is supposed to be, where you predicted.” Mikel sighed. “Bring Mr. Anders in now.” Mikel requested calmly, turning back to Kristina, nibbling at her bottom lip a bit.

[kristina]

The sensations Kristina felt were indescribable. His touch…his kiss…everything about Mikel drew her in; his very presence causing chills down her spine. She could feel the effects of his touch growing stronger as his kisses trailed down her stomach. A burning sensation crept from her thighs upward, making her body tremble against his. The feeling was almost unbearable, causing a soft, husky moan to escape her throat. His hands worked their way up her stomach and within moments she felt her entire body exposed to the cool air. It felt amazing against her warm, sensitive skin. The robe lay draped over the balcony as Kristina leaned in ecstasy against the railing. Her heart was racing, the blood and sweet endorphins pulsing through her veins. She wanted him, and as he pressed against her she could feel he desired the same thing.

His gaze fell upon her and she smiled innocently up at him, knowing he could see just how aroused she was. Years had passed since their last encounter and her skin craved his touch. Desired to be with him. His lips kissed her neck, and she could feel the faint grace of his teeth. But before he had a chance to go any further, Kristina’s ears perked to steps approaching. From the speed of his embrace around her, he also had heard. Her arms folded against his, her fingertips stroking at the spine of his neck. She knew Mikel was a man whose job always came first, but from the grin she saw, she knew this wouldn’t quite be the case. He guided her hand to the zipper of his pants and slowly began to undo it...occasionally teasing him with a firm yet gentle squeeze. As his actions mixed with his words continued to weird the man out, Kristina inhaled quickly as she felt him push against her…her body begging for him. Her heart was racing and her breathing was growing a bit rigid as she flashed him a devilish gaze once he turned back and nibbled on her lower lip. Obviously, his intentions remained just the same, even given the circumstances.

The man disappeared and they were alone once again, Kristina half laughing as she leaned in for another passionate and desirable kiss. She continued to tease him, her hand stroking him through his pants. The belt was unbuckled and button undone, but the zipper remained closed. As the kiss grew in intensity, so did her strokes…her other hand still wrapped around his neck…pulling him closer if that was even at all possible. Finally, she submitted to undoing the zipper…his pants still on as she slid her hand a layer lower. Normally, her strokes would become a little lighter as the layers of clothing disappeared, but her lust had yielded to a new level. She only pressed harder against him, being a little rough as her fingernails lightly dragged over his shoulder blade...her desire to have his shirt off growing with every passing moment. Pulling away from the kiss for a moment, she let her lips trail down his jaw line to his neck where she licked his ear, whispering in a seductive voice. “I want you…” It was an obvious statement, but when she spoke it, it was in a voice that could make any man hers. She placed a soft kiss on his ear before moving to his neck. For a moment she just teased, kissing his neck tenderly before she bit him gently, her hand squeezing him at the same time. Licking the small wound, she pulled away and bit at her lower lip, her eyes locking with his in passion.