Okay, that is ... odd. Very odd.

Jilli, the Riddler in the actual story panels is dressed almost like Kyle and looks like someone you'd keep in a cage.

Jilli, the Riddler in the actual story panels is dressed almost like Kyle

Iiieeeeee! My brain!

and looks like someone you'd keep in a cage.

blinks

Freaky. Next time I'm at your place, I'll have to look at some of your comics.

Freaky. Next time I'm at your place, I'll have to look at some of your comics.

It's really, really disconcerting.

And have we mentioned, WRONG?

Not to interrupt a conversation that I can barely understand...okay, yeah, I'm interrupting. Terrible Nikita writer does crossovers!

Obliging he bent down and nipped her neck with small bites and kisses, she spoke again with bated breath, “See when you do stuff like that I understand the appeal to the whole vampire genre.”

She exposed her neck further, throwing her head back and he continued licking and biting her excited skin and whispered, “Ahmmmm.”

She was enjoying the witty comeback Michael-style and continued, “Some say you remind them of ‘Angel’.”

He was playing hard ball with her tender skin by caressing it with his warm breath, but mystified by her remark he confessed, “I am no angel.”

God help us if she ever starts writing Angel/Cordelia.

She was having trouble speaking, her husky voice a mere whisper, “There was an old TV show about a vampire, or white lighter, or some such thing… he was Buffy’s…”

By this point Michael was pulling up her skirt little by little and really not paying attention to the dribble about the vampire.

Dribble? Ew.

After loads of tender attention to the very willing participant’s fountain, the woman trembled under her first masterful climax. Her head was thrown back in total wantonness; her fists bunched up in the head of hair buried on her lap and her legs were spread out to allow better access to her most personal chattels.

Michael’s mouth devoured the woman’s privities; his skillful tongue caressed every fold with an attention that was beyond description.

She has privities? She has chattels? She has a fountain?

She was breathless with the anticipation of the next exquisite sensation; his technique superb and she teetered in the brink of a meltdown as his head moved from side to side never loosing contact with the woman’s essence. To Michael this was enough, having her totally obedient brought him such a feeling of wholeness that if he did not get-off, this was as close to it as any man deserved. But then again, Michael Samuelle was not a sexist and he also adored acquiescing to the woman’s whims and that is why he stood to face her when she asked him to.

So...it's okay if he doesn't "get-off" as long as she's totally obedient? Except he's not sexist, so it's okay for him to get off.

Nikita deftly lowered the man’s trousers and as he placed his hands on her head, she blew his mind with calculated moves. Using her mouth, her lips so soft and wet, with vacuity she gave him thorough head.

She has vacuity?

Sex between them was always extreme, on this night it was also miraculous for the ecstasy could have made either of them die with the exquisiteness of it.

I'm not quite sure I'd call that a miracle, since miracles tend to not involve death.

to allow better access to her most personal chattels.

Well, that's handy. Cause I hate it when the goods are kept away from the chattels.

What's a privity? Is that like a privy? And if so, why is he eating it?

Privities are obviously things that are privite.

she spoke again with bated breath

Hilariously bad as it all is, I do have to give her props for using "bated" rather than "baited."

Yeah, figures she gets that right, but three times in the rest of the chapter, she referrs to "deja-vous."

Nikita deftly lowered the man’s trousers and as he placed his hands on her head, she blew his mind with calculated moves. Using her mouth, her lips so soft and wet, with vacuity she gave him thorough head.

She has vacuity?

She was blowing his mind?