I know, i know... i am a tease. Just a bit of taste of what's to come hehehehe. I will post 2nd part probably tomorrow (yes, i have it written already)!
He woke up to loud noise, alarm clock was dark, thunder and storm must have brought power-cut.
Grabbing his cell phone, he saw it was about 3 in the morning. Owen's snores could be heard even thru the thick door of his room.
Damn, Nikita is really scared of storms and power-cuts... Even at Division that was her 'thing', she was cold-blooded assassin but yet she was so afraid of some minor things, like loss of electricity and thunders. He smiled at the memory, shaking his head.
Soon he heard low whimper coming from Nikita's room, making him rush to her door.
'Nikita?' He whispered, not wanting to wake Owen.
'Nikita, are you OK?' He knew just how frightened she must be, especially considering mental state she was in currently. Lack of response made him push the door open.
'Nikita?'She was tossing and turning n the bed, asleep and not knowing about the storm outside, by the look of it.
Hey, Niki. It is me.' Hey.' He rushed to her bed.
'Hey, hey, i got you...shhhh, it's only a bad dream.' Probably because of me...
'Calm down... please wake up...' He shook she gently a few times, making her open her eyes.
'Michael?'She whispered while pulling the covers further under her chin.
'What are you doing here?'
'Well, i stayed at Owen's to slee-'
'I mean here, in this room!' One tear she couldn't control rolled down her pale cheek. 'Don't...don't do this...'
'Nikita, i love you. We need to talk. Please. Do it for me. For us.' He mumbled, gripping her slander hand in his.
'Tomorrow. I promise we will talk tomorrow after breakfast.' She started to turn on her side, hand slipping from Michael's grasp.
'Good night Michael, sleep well.'
'Nikita wait...' He said when she moved to turn off lamp on her bedside table.
'Let's... i missed you so much Nikita. I don't know if this is the best idea but... let me sleep next to you tonight, i promise i won't try anything. Please.' He looked at her with that sad puppy eyes of his and she couldn't contained sly smile that broke thru her serious facade.
'OK Michael, but that doesn't mean...'
'I know Nikita, it doesn't mean that we are together again , i understand, i just want to lay in the bed next to you.' To smell your hair and skin... 'And no funny business, not from my side anyway.'
He grinned at her, that grin that she loved so much, that grin that stole her heart so many years ago.
She tried to look offended but just ended up stiffing the laughter, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room.
'Michael...' She put her hand on top of his, noticing his smile fading, probably expecting to heard something bad, but what he heard made his heart sing.
'I missed you too.'