'Heinrich's orders are to stay with Nikita. She is not to be left alone.'
"She won't be alone - I am here with her"
"But sir, we are under strict orders to keep her quiet - she is to have no visitors, and I'm pretty sure Heinrich was specifically referring to you when he said no visitors"
"I've got an idea - You two can take a break - go get some coffee and have a smoke - I need to speak with Nikita privately about matters for which I am sure you have no security clearance."
"But sir,"
"Call me Sergio."
"Sergio, there is some concern that you may try to dispatch of Nikita now that she has made it through her surgery and implicated you in the murder of three of our agents at the raid on Konrad's place - the whole incident is under review and she cannot be left alone until you are cleared of these allegations - in the meantime, we are here to guard Nikita from you , Konrad, or anyone else that may want to cause her harm, and our orders are very clear."
One guard slowly reaches for his sidearm, just to make sure Sergio understands the situation - the other guard moves himself between Sergio and Nikita, assuming a defensive stance. Sergio calmly turns to set down his baguette and tomato on a table cluttered with takeout food containers and several coffee cups. Nikita is silent but has opened her eyes and is watching the situation unfold. She has counted three mistakes on the part of the two guards already. Number four occurs when the armed guard unholsters his gun.
Sergio speaks calmly, matter of factly - "You boys know this situation is quickly spiraling out of control, don't you?"
'With all due respect Sergio, we are fully prepared to protect Nikita from any and all threats and there are two of us. I am armed and Syd over there is fully capable of taking any man down that threatens him".
"Boys, boys.. relax - We have a small misunderstanding here - We're on the same side for god's sake! Nobody wants a fight or confrontation, and there's no need for all this posturing - I'm here to see Nikita and hopefully resolve a horrible wrong I've done to her - I'd appreciate the opportunity to spend some time alone with her - you two can be right outside the whole time - believe me - if I wanted to take her out, it would have happened at Konrad's - I would have put the bullet in her heart instead of her leg, filed a report and been done with the whole situation by now. I'm not sure how Nikita implicated me in anything anyway - I was under the impression she has been recovering from surgery and has remained comalike since the operation - How can a woman who isn't speaking implicate anyone? "
Nikita shifts on her bed and says "Yes!"
Sergio and the guards all turn to see a wide eyed Nikita sitting up - she is assessing the situation carefully - testing her restraints one at a time, methodically. She looks at the guards with a quizzical look, then her eyes fall on Sergio. Whatever the situation was between them, her eyes spoke more than any words could.
A single tear welled up as she gazed at Sergio - anger, betrayal, longing, passion, pain, pleasure and love - her eyes showed all these emotions at once, but something else was happening - she began to convulse slowly, like a washing machine that is unbalanced - hard to one side, then back to center, abrupt and sharp convulsions soon shook her entire body, followed by a brief respite that was almost long enough for her to regain her composure (at least as much composure as one can have in her condition) before another hard convulsion gripped her body.
Syd immediately ran to get help while Sergio and the other guard restrained Nikita to keep her from hurting herself. The moment Syd was out the door, Nikita stopped convulsing and looked at Sergio and said "YES!" Three seconds later the remaining guard was unconscious on the floor and Sergio disarmed him before dragging him out into the hallway. He locked the door behind him, grabbed the loaf of bread and the tomato and pulled up a chair next to Nikita.
Nikita mumbles a plaintive 'yes,... yes yes yes...' and Sergio understood. He agreed to remove the restraints holding her in place. A mischievous smile crosses Nikita's face and Sergio was certain she was remembering one of their more adventurous trysts from a few years back.
They had crossed paths while on separate missions in the south of France. After an amazing dinner of duck and haricot verts (and maybe a lot of wine too), they stumbled back to an old castle where Sergio was staying . They were still in the early stages of getting to know one another (sexually) and there were lingering questions as to both of their loyalties (spywise and sexually).
The castle was several centuries old, crafted of brick and stone and was magnificent in its slightly neglected splendor. Low-ceilinged corridors lit by ancient gas fixtures wound down into the lower chambers, and heavy arched wooden doors with huge hand-smithed hinges led to the guest quarters. They entered a room that looked like something out of a movie about the French bourgeois before the revolution - large tapestries and fine oriental rugs set the tone, and gorgeous chairs, tables, wardrobes, and a huge canopy bed gave the room an air of royalty. The two of them made small talk for a few minutes before an adequate awkward pause presented itself.
Nikita stood up to marvel at a large wardrobe on one side of the room. Sergio followed, ostensibly to see the lovely piece of furniture, but was hoping, of course, for an opportunity to kiss this lovely creature. Feeling emboldened by the wine, Nikita took charge and pinned Sergio up against the brick wall with a deep wet kiss. She grabbed his head and pressed herself up against him, making sure he could feel her pulsing body. He returned her sentiment by pulling up her skirt and grabbing her ass, pulling her close enough to feel every bulging part of his finely toned body...Now they were moving toward the bed, doing the disrobe-while making out-while trying to get to the bed-while trying to not fall or look silly-shuffle. They managed to do all of these things, but not all at the same time.
As they fell onto the edge of the bed, Nikita made it to the mattress but Sergio grazed the corner of the frame and hit the floor - It hurt, but even major pain or injury rarely stop any man from following through on his desires (and anyway, Nikita would have MADE him follow through, she had her own desires to fill). As Sergio was pulling himself up onto the bed, he noticed long leather straps with buckles were mounted to the bed frame at the foot of the bed. Upon further inspection, there were four straps on the bed - one on each corner of the frame. straps that could be used to hold somebody down against their will. Or because it was their will...
She was reluctant to let him restrain her at first, but she felt safe enough (or was she drunk enough) to let him strap one arm to the bedpost, and then the other - he was so warm and reassuring and sensual about the whole thing - he would kiss her arm all over, slowly from her neck all the way to her hands, his warm body embracing her and she just laid there and melted in her heart (and maybe other places) as he gently cinched the straps tight. To her surprise, the more he tightened them, the more turned on she became - she was so used to being in control of every detail that even though it was dangerous to let somebody else control her, she loved the feeling of being made to submit.
The tender kisses continued until every limb was loosely restrained - she could move her arms a little, and her legs a little more, but when she tried to close her legs the first time he kissed his way down her stomach, a bit of panic set in... OH SHIT! (Nikita is having an internal conversation with herself) "I can't stand to be tickled - I can't let him know - if he tickles me I'll pee myself or bite him and draw blood, maybe both. Spy manual, rule #7, never let your opponent know you are nervous or out of sorts - you lose your power in the situation... but my limbs are all tied, and I think I may have given up a lot of power with that little maneuver..." The conversation goes on in her head until Sergio interrupts her thoughts by whispering into her ear, " tell me where to touch you"...
"Ahhh", Nikita thinks..."its easier to breathe already...."
Although Nikita was unable to wrap any of her extremities around her lover (as she so loved to do) the slow burn Sergio administered was deep, guttural, soul satisfying...Freaking HOT! The closeness they shared that evening left an indelible impression on them both. Those restraints had been one of the most freeing things Nikita had ever experienced....
By now, Syd was on his way back to the room with a doctor and a few more armed guards - the other guard had managed to sound the alarm about the 'security breach', and plans were being made to take out Sergio if he wouldn't surrender to the guards. (Syd actually feared he would be losing his job and maybe more for being so easily duped by Sergio.) It was not a good situation brewing here...
The guards took up positions around the room and prepared to use quick flash bomblets to stun Sergio long enough to subdue him and remove him to a holding area. Their other option was to shoot him if he would not cooperate. The Doctor and Syd approached the look-through window to Nikita's room and were quite surprised to see Nikita sitting there with a gun trained on Sergio. He was calmly cutting the tomato and bread, having a lively conversation with Nilkita. If there was a speaker in the room, the guards would have heard this, "Nikita, keep holding the gun on me, make it look like you are in charge and have the situation under control."
"Yes"
"And tell me - do you think it was ok for me to shoot you in the leg in order to save your life?"
"Yes"
"And do you forgive me for putting that very large bullet in your leg and digging the implant out of your neck with my field knife?"
"Yes"
"And do you still love me?"
long silence...
"Nikita?"
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes"
"Did you hear my last question?"
"Yes"
"So, do you still love me?"
long silence
"NIKITA!"
"Yesyes"
are you speaking in code?
"Yes"
The guards have opened the door and are coming in to escort Sergio from the room. He sets down his loaf of bread and allows the guards to take him. As he is being led away, Nikita aims the gun for Sergio's knees and pulls the trigger.
