On to part two. I agree with you, dark and possessive Michael is hot. Underneath that suit and stony exterior is a guy who wants a lot, and is sick of waiting for it so he goes after it himself (one can only hope for such wisdom from him on the show). As usual I don´t own them.

"I know you kissed him"

What could she say to that? He obviously knew everything that had happened. On second thought why should she say anything? Why should she defend herself when she hadn´t done anything wrong? Meeting his cold gaze with her angry one she tried to shut out the voice inside her that whispered that maybe she had done something wrong.

"What I did or didn´t do is none of your business"

"Oh really? So I shouldn´t look out for you, try to make sure that you aren´t hurt?"

He almost growled the last words at her.

"It´s not your job Michael"

"Oh that´s right. That´s Fletchers job now right? To look out for you and make sure that you´re okay? What a joke"

"You don´t know him"

"I have no desire to know him, I know everything there is about him already" He leaned down so that his nose brushed against hers, heard her inhale sharply at their new closeness, and whispered "I know he likes you".

Nikitas eyes which had been about to close snapped open.

"Wha..."

"Oh please, you know he does" a small laugh "Do you honestly belive he would do all this otherwise?"

"He wants to do whats right" Nikiat snapped at him, the haze he had lulled her into had lifted and she was angry, at him, at her, her feelings.

"Same old Nikita, naive to a fault"

The mocking tone in his voice made her see red.

"Well I guess I can´t blame you for thinking that, afterall, I thought you were different from the rest of them to, and look where that got me".

The shocked look on his face would have been satiesfying if it wasn´t for that small twinge of guilt in her heart. She didn´t mean that, not really. She used his shock and kneed him in the stomach. He gasped and his grip on her wrists loosened making it easy for her to break free from him and push him aside.

She was up and on her feet in seconds rushing across her loft for one of the guns she kept hidden in case of emergency. This was definitely one.

She was almost there when she was slammed against the nearest wall. She punched him in the face and made a move to knee him again but he was to fast and managed to pin her body to the wall with his own.

He pinned her arms to the wall on either side of her and pressed his body against hers. Their harsh breaths mingled in the space between them and their eyes locked.

"Not fast enough"

Nikita struggled against him but he only pressed her tighter against the wall.

"You´re only making this harder on yourself"

"What do you want me to do Michael? Stand still like a good girl while you prepare to kill me?"

Anger was good. Anger distracted her from the feel of his body against hers.

"I´m not going to kill you" She opened her mouth to speak "And I´m not taking you back to division".

Nikita was confused.

Michael saw her confusion and laughed lightly while his hands tightened on hers.

"I´m here, because I´m tired Nikita, I´m here because I´m angry, because I need you. Most of all I´m here because I want you".

Nikita closed her eyes when Michael lenaed forward and let his forehead rest against hers. When he spoke again his voice was a dark whisper against her face.

"I tried so hard to fight it, I tried to force myself to stay away, but I couldn´t, I can´t"

In his voice she heard the self-loathing he felt at this weakness. Oh this was wrong, she couldn´t let this happen. If this happened where would it end, where would they end? She had to push him away, now.

"Michael" She tried to move her hands and he let them go, two fingers sliding down the side of her neck making her shiver, his other hand settling at her waist. She moved her now freed hands to his shoulders and lightly pushed. He didn´t move.

"Michael, we can´t do this..."

He pressed a kiss to her ear and exhaled, his warm breath hitting her ear.

"Why not?"

Yes why not, her body screamed. Because I can´t take the pain when he has to leave, her heart whispered. And leave he would, like everyone else in her life he would leave her, either by choice of from force, this she knew. And she knew that it would feel a thousand times worse when it was Michael who left. Protect yourself, don´t let him get to you, you know what happens. Push him away.

"Because, because" She struggled to speak as Michael pressed a kiss to her neck, and then another one. "I don´t feel that way about you anymore, I, I´m involved with Ryan"

Michael stilled instantly, his lips still at her neck.

For a few seconds neither one spoke. Finally Michael pulled back to look her in the eye. She gasped. His eyes were dark with anger and something dangerous were flaring in them.

"What did you say?" He whispered darkly.

She swallowed and then steeled herself.

"I said, I´m involved with Ryan" She was surprised at how steady her voice was despite her inner chaos.

"You´re lying" he accused her.

"I´m not lying Michael. Now let me go so we can talk about this"

She was lying of course, not just about Ryan but about talking. She knew Michael was dangerous, everyone could see that, he carried himself in a way that spoke power, but she didn´t fear for her life now, no, it was her heart she was worried about. He didn´t answer just gazed at her steadily. She tried again.

"Michael let me go, now"

"You think it makes a difference now?"

"What?"

"Do you think I´m just going to let you go because you have deluded yourself into thinking that Ryan Fletcher could give you what you need?"

"I told you..."

He interrupted her again.

"You want me to back off because you have a boyfriend? Because of Ryan Fletcher?"

She hated the way he spoke his name.

"I like him" What a lie. Sure she liked Ryan, and if Michael hadn´t been in the picture things might have been different.

Michael leaned forward and let his lips trail over her cheek.

"Michael, Michael, stop..."

He pressed a kiss to her neck. She was getting desperate, she felt warm all over and her skin tingled. She had to get away from him, now, while she still had some control over herself.

"I´m supposed to meet Ryan for dinner soon"

She jumped as his hand slammed against the wall next to her head. She looked up at him with a gasp and met his dark and angry eyes for a second before he slammed his lips down on hers. She struggled against him. She lifted her hand to strike him across the face but he caught her hand and slammed it against the wall. She grabbed his hair with her other one trying to pull his lips away from hers.

He groaned at the pain and grabbed her hand and managed to get her to release his hair. He pressed it against the wall next to her head. She was once again captured between him and the wall, her hands on either side of her head.

His lips were rough and insistent. His tongue touched her lips and she gasped. He took the opportunity and slipped his tongue in her mouth, kissing her more deeply.

Nikita felt her knees go weak and she leaned against the wall behind her, Michael pressed against her harder. Desire was pounding through her making her dizzy, he was so close, and he smelled so good. She couldn´t resist him. She couldn´t remember why she was supposed to.

She kissed him back, making him moan against her mouth. They kissed until they had to breathe again. Nikita broke the kiss with a gasp and leaned her head to the side as Michael started trailing kisses down her neck, sucking hard at her skin as he went. She could almost feel the bruises forming, but it felt so good. But he wasn´t supposed to leave marks that anyone could see.

"No...marks..." she gasped out.

Michael didn´t answer only sucked harder at her skin and pressed his hips against hers, as if to remind her who she belonged to. His fingers which had been clasped around her wrists slid up to tangle with her fingers and he grasped them, pressing them firmly to the wall with his. He shifted closer to her and she felt what she did to him, pressing against her thigh. Without thinking about it she pressed back with a moan.

"God..." Her voice broke "Michael"

"I´m here" He whispered as his hands slid down her arms and came to rest at her hips and pulling her hard against him, before they slid around to her back and reached down to stroke her ass before grabbing her and lifting her against him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and braced her hands at his shoulders. This new position pressed them intimately together and he groaned and bit her neck hard enough to leave a mark.

They kissed again, tongues meeting and teeth clashing.

Michael pulled back to gaze darkly at her before pulling away from the wall and with a few quick strides he reached the bed and they fell down on it, Michael landing on top of Nikita. Their lips met again and he quickly removed her jacket, leaving her white blouse. His hand trailed down and slid over her chest before returning to cup her chest in his hand making her arch her back and press tighter against him.

Their eyes met in a whirlwind of passion and Michaels hands slid over to the opening in her shirt and ripped, sending buttons dancing across the sheet.

For a minute he only looked at her with heat blazing in his eyes, before he slowly leaned down to kiss her breast through her blue bra, keeping his eyes locked on hers. For a while he was content to just kiss her through the bra but as her body started moving restlessly against his he slid back up her body to lean his forehead against hers, while slipping a finger under the strap on her shoulder, slowly inching it down.

His eyes followed the straps journey down her shoulder before shifting sides and repeating the process. He looked at her laying there like some goddess, hair spread across the pillow, lips red and puffy from his kisses.

How many times had he dreamed of this, of having her exactly like this. Too many to count. The rumour of Ryan Fletcher and Nikita had spread around division like wildfire, Percy had broken the news to him, and had not been able to surpress the glee he felt. He hadn´t understood the look Johnsson had shot him after returning from the failed attempt to capture Nikita, but when Percy told him it became clear. Well Fletcher wasn´t here right now, he was, and nothing was going to stop him this time, not Fletcher, not himself, not even Nikita.

"Michael"

Her voice cut through his musings and he met her eyes and saw the doubt in them. Why was she so scared of this? The only thing he had ever wanted was to keep her safe, with him. For a brief second he wondered where this would take them but the thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared, it didn´t matter, there was no going back now. He couldn´t.

SORRY for ending it there, but I kind want the next chapter to be all about the uh, goodness.

I hope you´re enjoying this story :)