FLIGHT OF FANTASY.....2

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Shadoe passed the next few days in passionate splendor as she and her *ghost* explored every nook and cranny of the deserted castle... and each other. This was the exact thing she had needed in order to take a break from her book and get back her creative *muse*.

She lazed in the large platform bed and stretched languidly. She ran a hand through her tangled auburn hair as it lay across the pillows. Reaching over to the other side of the bed, she was met with empty space rather than warm flesh.

Sitting up abruptly, she looked around the room for her ghostly lover and found him hovering near the window seat. Pulling the bedclothes back, she stepped onto the floor and crossed the distance to stand beside him. She could sense his discomfort. She saw the play of emotions as they crossed his ruggedly handsome face.

Reaching up to him, she lay her hand against his cheek and he covered it with his own. She was amazed at the electricity from his touch and the way his skin felt to her hand. He pressed his lips into the palm of her hand and pulled her down to sit with him on the windowseat. He searched her face as if to etch it into his memory. Finally, he spoke.

"My dearest Shadoe. These have been the best days of my life. I am pleased to have helped you fulfil your... fantasy." Rising and easing himself from her grasp, he turned as if to leave and she called him back, "Paul... please. Don't go."

Paul turned back to her and waited. Shadoe lifted her hand and motioned for him to re-join her on the seat. When he had done so, she reached for him and pulled him into her passionate embrace.

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Madeline switched off the cameras to allow them their privacy and turned to her assistant. "Good thing that dust worked as we had hoped. She would have never bought into this fantasy had it not." Young Birkoff nodded his agreement. They had concocted a mild hallucinogen and spread it across the floor of the castle. Once Shadoe walked in and stirred it up into the air, she inhaled it and from that point on she *imagined* that Operations/Paul was a ghost and could float, fly, whatever! It was working out fabulously and they would use it again on other fantasies in the future.

"Let's have a look and see how North and Petrosian are faring at Mr. Bauer's house." Madeline punched in a code and the small monitor sprang to life, showing her a very interesting scene being acted out...

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North had slipped easily into her role as Petrosian's *wife* for the benefit of Mr. Bauer. They were posing as such in order to gain his confidence. Northstar had always wanted to do something a bit dangerous and *on the edge*. She found this life to be very exciting and quite invigorating. So far, they seemed to be pulling it off. Or at least, they thought so.

As Northstar and Petrosian meandered through the gardens on this fine morning, he leaned close to her and whispered, "I don't think he is buying this any more. We have to do something to convince him." Continuing on their walk, North thought this over and came to the only conclusion she felt was available. Grabbing Egran by the arm she pulled him towards her coyly and batted her eyes.

"So... Mr. Bauer wants a show? Well then... Let's GIVE him a show!" Barely registering the surprised look on Egran's face, North backed him up into the hedge and wrapped her arms around his waist. Lifting her face to his, he took full advantage of the situation and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.

After a few moments, the two broke loose and stared at each other in surprised interest. Egran smiled and reached for her hand and lifted one eyebrow invitingly, "Shall we my dear...?"

Once they had reached the privacy of their rooms, Petrosian pulled her close into his arms and they began to sway as if to music. He leaned in closer to breathe into her ear, "He is watching... see the red light in the corner...?"

North barely nodded to show him she understood, and he pulled back from her. Holding her at arms length, he said "Perform for me." Backing into the corner chair, Egran sat down as North began to move her body to a tune only she could hear. His mouth went dry as she playfully started to pull her clothing off, little by little.

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Madeline turned the monitor off and rose from her chair. Speaking to her assistant she felt it was time to bring Northstar and Shadoe back to the main house. "Seymour. Please send in the *team* to assist Egran and Northstar. As for Shadoebard, Operations will bring her in tonight."

Birkoff took the cell phone from his pocket and placed the call. Nikita would lead the *team* in to contain Mr. Bauer and assist Northstar and Petrosian.

Madeline poured herself some tea and resumed her position at the desk. Punching in the third code for this group of guests, she brought up the surveilance for Trace.

Using the mouse to pan the camera around the room she found Trace and Jurgen across from each other completely engrossed in a game of Go.

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Trace was carefully looking over the game board. This week had passed so swiftly and Jurgen had taught her so much. The game of Go was very complicated and you could not let yourself become distracted... no matter what.

Jurgen was studying Trace as she frowned in concentration. Smiling to himself, he eased up out of his chair and carefully sat down beside her on the large sofa. Trace knew he was there, but made no visible sign of that knowledge.

Jurgen leaned closer to her and began to place soft, butterfly kisses on her neck as his arm crept around her and he started pulling her towards him. Trace turned to him with a sly smile and lifted a questioning brow. "And just WHAT do you think you are trying to do, please? You seem to think you can distract me... "

Jurgen stilled her feeble protest with a kiss that left her breathless. He pulled her back onto the sofa and slightly across his lap. As he looked into her eyes, he felt that he could spend days there, drowning in their depths. Feeling his pulse begin to race, he knew he wanted to be with her, always.

Trace looked at him seductively and moved to straddle his lap. She let her eyes roam over his face and down his chest as it was exposed where the black silk shirt gaped open in the front. Slipping her hand into that opening, she could feel the hardened muscles of his abdomen as they tensed at her touch. Shifting her gaze back to his face, she found his eyes closed and his head tilted back.

Taking advantage of his position, Trace leaned in for a kiss, teasing and flirting with him all the while. Jurgen groaned and grabbed her around the back and shifted her down onto the couch. He pulled back slightly, breathless, and ran his hand through her hair and spoke to her in a voice rough with desire, "You're not ready... we could wait."

Trace smiled slowly and traced his lower lip with her fingertip. He flicked at it with his tongue and she laughed. Lifting her arms up and around his neck, pulled him back down to her. "We don't need to wait... " she murmured against his lips. Jurgen kissed her deeply, yet hesitated. He didn't want to frighten her. This was, after all, supposed to be a fantasy. How could he convince her that it was more than that to him? He broke off the kiss slowly and sat up. Pulling Trace up beside him, they sat in silence for a moment.

Finally, he spoke, " I need to clear a few things up."

Trace felt a shock roll through her at these words and drew back from him. He didn't let her move away too far, and held her hand. Looking down at their fingers, he said something so softly that Trace had to ask him to repeat it.

Looking deep into her eyes, he said, "I could grow to love you... "

"And I, you." She answered truthfully.

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Madeline smiled to herself and switched the cameras off. Turning back to her computer, she brought up the profile for Trace. It seems that the two had become much closer than she had anticipated. She was very happy that Jurgen had finally found someone. He deserved happiness... they both did. She made some notes in the file on this observation.

Finally, she keyed in the code to bring up the cameras on Aly and Michael. He had been very hard on her this week in the training as she had always wanted to learn some kick-boxing and self-defense tactics. *Who better to train than Michael...* she smiled to herself. Bringing the camera around slowly in the training area, she could hear the sounds of a session in progress. She finally found the two as they were sparring on the oversized padded mat.

~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~ Smiling in a feral way, he made a move to attack her which she easily blocked. She had been an eager student and took to the training well. She had even manged to throw him on two different occasions. Just thinking about the victory he saw in her eyes on those occasions made his heart thud in his chest.

He had truly enjoyed this week, although he had been very skepitcal about taking on this assignment. Madeline had started this whole *Fantasy Island* thing as a way to screen potential new *recruits*. By allowing them to act out a fantasy, they were usually uninhibited and not guarding their emotions, or their abilities. They had managed to gain several new Operatives from some of their past... guests.

This crew was different. They each and every one had their own unique outlook on a situation that did not lend itself to becoming a part of a team. But each, on their own, if teamed up with another Operative, actually did quite well.

Michael pulled his thoughts back to the matter at hand. Aly was starting to grow impatient with his tactics so she lunged at him. Catching him off guard, she kicked out at him with her left foot. He moved to block the kick quickly and tumbled her to the mat. Hitting the cushioned surface with a WHOOSH, the breath was momentarily knocked out of her.

Aly closed her eyes for a few seconds to catch her breath. Suddenly, she became aware of something. Lying quite still, she felt it as his fingertip traced the arch of her eyebrow. Barely breathing, she felt it move across her cheekbone and down over her lower lip.

Opening her eyes, she found him beside her, looking at her but not really seeing her. Rising to one elbow, she smiled shyly and began to get to her feet. Michael's arm shot out and grabbed her hand to prevent her from moving. Pulling her back down with him, he rolled her beneath him and took her face in his hands. "Look at me..."he said softly.

Aly felt her heart as it raced in her chest. He was, by far, the most gorgeous and desirable man she had ever encountered. She knew that this was only a *fantasy*, but she was really starting to wonder. She lifted her eyes to his and their gazes locked and held for what seemed like an eternity.

He paused for a split second, and then lowered his head to claim her lips in a mind-shattering kiss. As their kiss deepened in intensity, she slipped her hands beneath his tight-fitting shirt and ran them across the smooth skin of his back. She could hear a groan as if from a great distance... *was that me...? Or ...him?* She didn't care. All she cared about were the feelings that had come alive at is touch. For it to never end.

He pulled back from her to catch his breath, and smiled at her. Pulling her up gently, he readjusted her shirt (his as well) and moved to lead her from the training room. "I think we have finished this session... for now. Want to get a coffee? I'm hungry." He said mischeviously. Aly smiled and followed him.

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The week had finally come to and end and all the ladies were having a difficult time leaving. They had each enjoyed their fantasies so much that they promised to come back again.

Madeline and her young assistant Birkoff waved them off as their plane lifted into the sky. Finally, Birkoff voiced his question: "So? Any new material there?" Madeline smiled and walked slowly back to the house.

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Aly and Trace saw North and Shadoe off at the airport and headed to the parking lot. Aly had decided to spend a few days with Trace to recover from their *fantasy* trip. They rode along in silence, each wrapped up in her own thoughts. Suddenly, they were overtaken by several police cars and surrounded.

After being forced from the car and falsly accused of a hideous crime, they were taken away, and sentenced to life in prison.

The REST.. is ANOTHER story!! (LOL!!)

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