Sigh. Here I go again. I probably need help. I wonder if there is a center for people like me, who suffer from an unhealthy addiction to Mikita? If there is maybe I´ll meet some of you there? :D This story takes place after the episode Free, when Birkhoff was detained. I loved the interaction between Fletcher and Michael. This idea just struck me and I had to get it out, but I promise I´m going to finish "This is me" now and then the next chapter for "Always"! As usual I don´t own them.
Michael raised his head and closed his eyes against the water. He had returned home from division feeling tired, but most of all angry. His mind kept returning to earlier that day when CIA agent Ryan Fletcher had, under orders from Nikita no doubt, detained Birkhoff.
Leaning against the shower wall he sighed as he remembered the fight that had broken out in the hallway, and then Nikita escaping once again.
He had been shocked when Ryan Fletcher stepped out of that room, he thought he would have turned and run, but he hadn´t. He had tried to stop him, first from finding Birkhoff and then from finding Nikita.
That was a surprise, and not a very pleasant one. It showed that Fletcher was more involved than he had wanted to believe.
He slapped his hand against the wall and cursed. Why did everything have to be so complicated when it came to her? He turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his hips before leaving the bathroom.
When he opened the refrigerator to grab a beer he suddenly stilled, feeling a presence in the room. His hand slowly reached for the knife holder next to him.
"You don´t need that"
At the sound of her voice he let his head drop forward before slowly turning around to meet her eyes from across the room.
"What are you doing here?"
"You´re being careless. I was able to pick your locks easily, and you didn´t hear me. Tsk, that´s dangerous. You never know who might drop in for a visit".
"Believe it or not, but most people have more sense than to break into my apartment" She opened her mouth to speak but he cut in "Like I said, most people".
"Still, better be careful" She nodded at him.
"While we´re on the subject of breaking and entering, you still haven´t told me what you´re doing here? You do realize how dangerous this is right?"
"Oh come on Michael, live a little" She teased him.
He wasn´t in the mood for her games.
"What for?"
She wasn´t stupid enough to answer that. He didn´t want to hear it. Instead she stepped closer to him and removed her jacket, revealing a midnight blue dress. She tossed the jacket carelessly over a chair while she watched him from the corner of her eye.
"We have a problem"
She rounded the table slowly.
"Really?" Well it seemed as if sarcasm was his middle name today. His eyes swept over her from head to toe and back again before forcing his eyes to look away.
"You know we do"
"Nikita, the list containing all our problems is currently rounding the horn of Africa, so excuse me if I´m a bit unclear on what it is that you mean"
"You want me"
He wasn´t expecting that. He opened his mouth to speak when she continued.
"And I want you"
Michael sighed and dragged a hand through his hair, making small water drops fall on his shoulders, reminding him of the fact that he was almost naked.
"Stop"
"Why Michael? It´s not like it´s a surprise to you?"
"It dosen´t matter, you shouldn´t even be here. You do realize that it´s my job to kill or bring you in right?"
"Of course I do, no need to be sarcastic, I have an offer for you"
"Forget it"
"You don´t even now what I´m going to say yet"
"Knowing you it´s nothing good"
"I beg to differ"
"You always do" He muttered.
She ignored that and continued.
"The fight today, I was distracted, and I know you were too. We always are when we´re fighting each other, or almost fighting each other in this case. It needs to stop"
Michael laughed and rubbed a hand over his eyes. He looked back at her with a small smile on his face.
"And how do you think you´re going to do that?"
"Have sex with me"
He blinked. For a few seconds no sound was heard.
"Have you lost your mind?"
"I think I´ve never been more sane actually"
"No, no way" He shook his head and started to back away.
"Why not? I know you want to"
She stepped closer to him until he was backed against the counter.
"That has nothing to do with it! Look, that´s not going to work. Why are you really here?"
"I told you. I want to sleep with you"
"Stop with the games Nikita, you´re skating on very thin ice"
He glared at her and tried to ignore the fact that she was now right in front of him. Close enough to kiss, or touch"
"It´s not a game. I want you Michael, what do you want me to say? You know I can´t lie about that"
He did know that. He groaned as her hand came up to land on his bare chest, slowly trailing down to where the towel started.
"Nikita...stop..."
"Why? Give me one good reason Michael?"
He opened his mouth to give her ten.
"And because it´s dangerous dosen´t count, everything is dangerous Michael"
"Some things more than others" he reminded her.
"It dosen´t matter. I want you Michael" She pressed herself against him, trapping her hand between them "Michael" He met her eyes "I want you to fuck me"
His eyes darkened and his hands came up to rest on her hips, clenching and unclenching as the conflict raged inside him.
She could see in his eyes how much he wanted her, but he was at war with himself.
"We need this Michael, you know we do. it´s been building since that day me met, and it´s making us behave recklessly"
He couldn´t argue with that.
"We can fix all that" She whispered to him, standing up on her toes, she leaned up to almost press her lips against his, only stopping just short of his lips.
"Just one night, one night Michael, to get it out of our system. Then maybe we can move on with our lives"
She pressed her lips against his. She didn´t want just one night, but if it was all she could get she was going to take it.
The minute her lips touched his he groaned and pulled her closer, hands on her hips. Her tongue teased his lips until he opened them to let her in. Their tongues met and tangled, he let her lead for a while before he took control of the kiss, kissing her deeply and making her feel faint.
One of his hands came up to cup her cheek and he pulled back to look at her with dark eyes.
"One night to get it out of our system?"
She nodded.
Could he do this? Spend one night with her and know that it was the only one? The only time he would feel her next to him? Could he turn his back on this, wondering for the rest of his life how it felt being one with her?
No, he couldn´t. He wanted this, wanted her. He always had, and here she was, offering herself to him. He gave in, just like he suspected she knew he would.
"I hope you know what you´re doing" He whispered to her while resting his head against hers.
"Do you?" She countered.
His lips twisted in a small cocky smile.
"You´re about to find out"
So... What do you think? Should I continue? It´s probably only going to be a few chapters if I do, I don´t know :S