Nikita/Michael Mission Together. Pre-Rouge
It was rare that Michael was the main guy on missions, he was normally in the command center or the strike team. But Percy wanted only the best for this mission, it was an important one.
Two of the largest gangs in LA were reported to be meeting in a club called Stix. They were supposed to meet in the back room and exchange money for a member the Bloods have been kept hostage.
They hooked it up so Nikita would be positioned inside the back room, as one of the on call hookers. Michael was her "handler", or in other words, pimp. She was to get a tracker on the money, and the guy in any way possible.
The bass was so loud Nikita could feel it through her 5 inch heels. She caught her breath. This was her wasn't her first huge mission, but she was still nervous for other reasons. She and Michael would be comm free, no weapons. They were basically alone together, in a club with loud enough music that made her want to drag him into a corner and have her way with him. Hypothetically, of course. She wasn't into him or anything.
"Ready?" Michael said, adjusting his tie. Nikita huffed out a breath. "Yep."
They walked up to the bouncer who check the list and let them right in. The minute they stepped through the doors the music blasted through Nikita. She could feel every bump in her small bones, engulfing her. She glanced over her shoulder at Michael, smirking, "Let's get a drink." They walked over to the bar and Michael flagged down the bartender, and ordered red wine for Nikita and a lager for him. Leaning against the bar, he looked over at her.
"You ready for this?" He said. His eyes grazed up and down her very, very skimpy red outfit. "Just know if you're ever uncomfortable, just let me know. I am your pimp after all. I control what you do." He said, chuckling.
"Oh, I bet you could control me," Nikita flirted. They stood by the bar, surveying the area, finishing their drinking. Nikita was dying to talk to Michael alone. She had so many doubts about Division, but it seemed like she never got a moment alone with him. It was like he was avoiding alone time with her or something. She had an idea.
"Let's dance!" she exclaimed.
"Here?" said Michael, skeptical. "Like.. that kind of dancing?" as he pointed to a couple practically humping each other.
"Of course!" she said, "all the more for my cover."
She grabbed his hand and guided him through the crowd until they found an open spot. She pulled him behind her and started to sway. He grabbed her hips and slowly moved along with her.
She closed her eyes. In her world, it was just the beat and Michael's body against hers. Swaying, erotic and simple. She could feel his hand lower next to hers, his chin grazing her shoulder. The beat increased and so did their feverous movements. Closer and closer their skin rubbed against each other, a thousand connections making through their skin, without a word being spoken. His hand brushed down her arm, lifting up to behind his head. She started to turn, going with the motion of her arm. They were now face to face, inches away, swaying to the bass, their bodies sometimes touching, creating a tension Nikita had never felt before. She looked up to his face, his eyes, and saw everything. What she was feeling he was too. She finally understood that he had been avoiding her to avoid this. This inevitable attraction, this toxic love that neither of them could help. His gaze reflected all the doubts and longing she had. She wasn't alone in feeling this. This dance, the sway was their world until the music started to transition. The spell was broken and they broke apart, cheeks flushed and arosed.
"We've got to get moving," Michael said.
"You've got that right." Nikita muttered under her breath.
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