Things were quiet, which was usually around the time that it all went to hell...but not this time. Sure, she had to remind herself of that every time she felt the urge to look over her shoulder or reach for a gun that wasn't there, but Nikita was getting used to it. Division, the place she had known it to be anyway, was gone. Fallen. Percy dead, Amanda on the run with her tail between her legs. Ryan was her boss (and this was something she could probably live without, but still), Alex was safe, Michael was...Michael.
Her former mentor, now fiancé stood in the empty living room? Or den..they'd figure that out, of a two story an hour away from the farm, away from the place that had brought them together-and tore them apart thank you very much- and the house was beautiful. Maybe a little out of the price range of the 'bank manager' and 'school teacher' but one word from the dark haired woman and it would be theres. Perks of being a big shot in a government agency that doesn't technically exist.
Arms wrapped around her from behind and she found herself smiling, relaxing easily in the embrace as she let out a soft sigh and looked around the room before looking back at him. "What do you think? I'm on the fence still."
He was quiet for a bit, looking around and taking in the room before glancing towards the room attached to it. "I think a plasma would look great on that wall. The yard's a little on the small side, but extending that patio and putting a pool in or something could make that problem be...not a problem." Michael shrugged, spinning her in his arms with that crooked grin she'd fallen in love with. "What's got you on the fence?"
She shrugged and licked her lips, looking around for a moment before shaking her head and running her fingers through her hair. "It's too easy, Michael. All of this...it's too easy. I know these last few years have been hell but this? Is this what it's really like? Just walking into places like normal human beings and talking about pools and patios while trained assassin's on the run are out there tearing through the population?"
Michael watched her closely, his hands coming up to her shoulders for a moment before moving up to cup her cheeks gently in his grasp. "Nik, listen to me, okay?" His voice dropped seeing as it was only the two of them in the room. "It is this easy. We earned this easy okay? We earned it after all of this. The rogues? We'll bring them home. Alive. And then we'll turn Division around...just like Carla wanted it to be. To what it was supposed to be." He could see she was about to interrupt. Say something about shutting it down and stopped her. "Or we'll close the doors forever and hope that our people'll take this second chance and use it wisely. But if they don't...it's not on us. So yes. It's this easy. This is what a normal life is. This is what we...no...this is what you deserve."
His way with words. It was something she hadn't really had a chance to get acquainted with during her time as a recruit but now? Well now it was one of many things that she fell in love with. One of the things she would always be able to count on. One of the things she was looking forward to for the rest of her life.
Her hand came up, resting against his as she smiled and nodded a little bit. "It's hard to come up with an argument when you say things like that, you know." Nikita's words were soft, a change from her usual commanding tone. He returned the smile and leaned in, pecking at her lips a few times before finally pulling away.
"Then don't argue. Just pick. Is this place a yes or is it a no?" He brought his hands down to lace with hers, letting them drop between them.
She grinned "Yes."