I think this chapter is going to take some time to write, I have an idea of how I want it to be and I want it to be good, really good, since at least for now Michael and Nikita are together (so to speak)... I really want to make this great. We´ll see how it goes. Thank you so much for your reviews, they actually make me feel like writing even more, so thank you! As usual I own nothing.
When Nikita came to she was laying on a bed in a room she didn´t recognize. Her head throbbed and she blinked slowly to clear her head from the dizziness that came over her when she tried to move.
The room was decorated in dark colors, all the furniture were dark and the walls was painted in some gray color. A lamp was lit on the bedside table casting a glow over the room.
Over her top she had on a white shirt that didn´t belong to her, she was certain since it was so big she was swimming in it.
Where was she?
She struggled to remember what had happened, but the last thing she remembered was trying to separate Michael and Owen. Michael?
She hadn´t done more than think that thought through before the door opened and Michael appeared. He slowly crossed over to the bed. When he got closer she noticed that he was carrying a glass of water and some sort of painkillers. Without a word he handed them to her. She gratefully accepted. She took her time swallowing the pills and drinking the water, wanted to avoid the conversation she was sure would follow. But no such luck, this was Michael afterall.
"You hit your head pretty hard, but I don´t hink you have a concussion, but you should take it easy today just in case".
His voice was cold, and Nikita tried to swallow the lump in her throat so she could speak.
"I´m in your apartment?"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"We have some things we need to discuss"
Nikitas temper flared. Sometimes Michael acted as if she was still in division, and he was still her trainer, telling her what to do and when to do it.
"You couldn´t have asked? Instead of kidnapping me?"
"It´s hardly kidnapping Nikita, you were passed out and needed help"
"Well I wouldn´t have passed out if SOMEONE hadn´t started a fight!"
"What did you expect? He kissed you Nikita!" He was furious, that much was obvious.
"Newsflash Michael, I can kiss whoever I want, when I want, you don´t own me" Now she angry too.
That was obviously the wrong thing to say as Michaels eyes darkened to a point where they almost seemed black. He leaned forward so that there was barely any space between them, his eyes staring hard into hers.
"That´s where you´re wrong"
The door slammed behind him before she had the time to compose a reply.
She didn´t see Michael for a few hours, and she was so tired she didn´t have the energy to venture out of the bedroom, at least that´s what she told herself, it wasn´t that she didn´t want to face him. No of course that wasn´t it. In the end she had to leave the bedroom in search of some food. Stepping outside she smelled something delicious and she followed it to the kitchen where Michael was in the process of cooking dinner.
He looked up from what he was doing and over at her but didn´t say anything.
She didn´t say anything either and proceeded with setting the table, trying to figure out where Michael kept everything. Overall it went pretty good and she was done at the same time he was finished.
He put the food on the table which turned out to be chicken chili with rice. Her favorite. She looked up at him, trying to meet his gaze but he kept avoiding her.
They ate the meal in silence. Michael only getting up to get a bottle of wine from the kitchen.
When they were done they cleaned the table and put everything in the dishwasher. She turned to thank him but he left the room without another look.
Well. That was nice. Nikita sighed and walked into the bedroom.
An hour later she was bored to tears and there was no sign of Michael.
This couldn´t go on, if she was going to stay here until she felt better, which she assumed was his purpose in bringing her here, he had to at least talk to her.
He wasn´t in the kitchen and the bathroom was empy. She spotted a closed door down the hall and walked toward it. Hesitating for only a moment before turning the knob and pushing the door open, she was met with the sight of a large table which held a computer and various tracking devices.
Michael sat in a chair in front of the table and looked up when she walked in. She took a deep breath.
"If I´m going to stay here you have to at least talk to me"
"Do I?"
She hated the cold tone of his vocie so much she wanted to scream with frustration.
"Yes you do, that is if you want me to stay here"
Michael laughed, which only served to make her angry. His next sentence pissed her off to no end.
"What makes you think you have a choice Nikita?"
"Oh please Michael, how are you going to keep me here? Furthermore why would you even want to? Aren´t you afraid Percy is going to find out what you have been up to?"
"He won´t"
"How can you be so sure?" She asked, something wasn´t right, he was hiding something from her.
"You don´t have to worry about that" his tone clipped.
"Damnit Michael why won´t you talk to me?" She nearly screamed and then gasped when he was suddenly in front of her. He grabbed her arms and pulled her against him.
"I can´t talk to you right now Nikita" he growled at her.
"Why not?" She winced at the tone of her voice.
His hands on her arms tightened, and she stared up into his eyes as they glowered down at her.
"Because" His hands tightened even more "everytime I look at you I see him, kissing you"
He spat the words out with such venom she didn´t know what to say at first. But then she got angry too, what right did he have, acting as if he had a say in her life?
"Don´t, for one second think that you have any say in what I do Michael, you gave up that right long ago, hell, you have never had that right!"
"Don´t say that, I..."
He didn´t get any futher than that before she started again.
"If I want to kiss Owen, then I damn well will kiss him, you got that?"
Uh uh. Judging by the way Michaels eyes had darkened and his fast breathing, she shouldn´t have said that, but it was to late to take it back, and damnit, she didn´t want to.
"Take that back".
"I will not". If there was one thing that described her well, it was that she was stubborn, you didn´t manage to hide from one of the most covert organisations in the world for three years by giving up.
Michael was angry. No more than that he was livid. She could tell. His hands pulled her a fraction closer and she could feel the tension in his body ready to snap. She took some perverse form of pleasure in the fact that she could affect the cool and collected Michael this way. She shouldn´t, but she couldn´t stop herself, she rarely could when it came to Michael. She spoke, a defiant tilt to her voice;
"What are you gonna do about it?"
A smirk slowly spread over Michaels face, making him look more like the devil than the archangel he shared a name with.
He leaned forward, their noses almost touching and whispered to her, his deep raspy voice making her shiver despite the warmth in the room;
"I´m going to make you forget that there ever was anyone but me"
Before she had time to react he kissed her.
The thing is, when you play with fire you might just get burned.
The kiss was rough and it shook her to the core. It was filled with pain, anger, frustration, longing and desire. She tried to fight it, to fight him, but it was impossible. Not only was Michael much stronger than her, but she couldn´t fight her own feelings that he evoked in her. She made an attempt to twist herself free out of his arms but it only resulted in him pulling her harder against him , she gasped and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue between her lips, possessing her mouth completely.
Her knees buckled and gave out. Michael, feeling her drop against him insinuated one knee between her legs, holding her up.
Feeling her start to give in and warm to his touch his kiss turned softer, his lips caressing hers gently and lovingly, his tongue trying to coax hers to join his.
She melted against him, his leg between hers holding her up. it created a friction she was desperate to have and she kissed him back hesitantly.
Feeling her kiss him back his need grew stronger and his lips left hers to trail down her neck, only stopping to bite or suck at her skin.
She whimpered and pressed herself closer to him, the feel of his hard body so close to her own making her head swim and any thought she had was lost in the sea of desire floating around them.
He was sucking so hard at her neck she knew she would have bruises there but she couldn´t make him stop, he had to relieve this ache that he had started, she was sure she couldn´t go on breathing otherwise.
Suddenly he turned them so that her back was to the table and with one sweep of his arm, the computer and everything else in the way crashed to the floor with a loud crash that neither cared about.
He lifted her up on the table and let his hands slide down from her waist to her legs and gently part them so he could step between them, and for the first time since he first kissed her he met her eyes.
Their breathing was loud in the otherwise silent room, their eyes caught in one another, desire reflected back at them.
Her legs burned where he had placed his hands. She slowly leaned forward to press her lips against his, closing her eyes.
He pulled her against him and the tender kiss quickly turned heated and he pulled back to meet her dark gaze with his own again before lifting her arms and placing them around his neck.
His hands snaked around her to caress her back, up to the back of her neck where he took a firm grasp and pulled her lips to his once again.
She ran her fingers through his short hair, tugging lightly at the strands making him groan and kiss her more deeply.
One hand stroked her stomach and she had never hated clothes more than she did at that moment. He was making a circular motion on her stomach and she wanted to scream at him to hurry up, that she was dying, but she couldn´t form any words.
He seemed to sense her urgency because soon his fingers were playing with the buttons on her shirt, quickly undoing them. He pulled back to look at her as he parted the shirt, he held her gaze for a few seconds before his eyes slipped down to her chest. Her chest was heaving, making her breast brush against his.
She blushed, suddenly glad that she had always had a fondness for pretty lingerie. The bra she was wearing was a deep blue lace and judging by the awestruck look on Michaels face, he approved. That didn´t change the fact that she was a bit embarrassed, this was Michael after all. The man who had trained her, helped her and fought with her. Her gaze left his face to look down at the jeans she was still wearing when one finger lifted her face up and her eyes once again met his.
"You´re so beautiful" His voice was rough and at the same time incredibly tender.
She smiled, and he was immediately blinded.
She reached forward, her fingers trailing across his stomach and ventured further down to snake under his shirt to caress his bare skin. He jumped when her fingers made contact with his skin. She let her fingers caress him softly for a few seconds before impatiently tugging at his shirt, making her meaning clear.
He took a small step back and lifted his shirt over his head letting it fall to the floor.
Her eyes roved over him. His abs, and over his arms. Those strong arms that could hold her tight and keep her safe and at the same time squeeze the life out of a man.
Her hand took a hold of his belt and she slowly pulled him back to her.
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his chest, her tongue snaking out to taste his skin. He tasted like nothing she had ever tasted before and couldn´t really describe. Like chocolate and sin, like freedom and redemption. He tasted like everything she had ever wanted but hadn´t known to look for.
She let her lips trail up his chest to close around a nipple, she scraped her teeth against it and let her tongue follow after.
Michaels head fell back and he groaned.
She played him like a musician would his favorite violin, knowing exactly what to do to make him shake.
Soon he couldn´t take anymore and he pulled her face up to his and kissed her. The kiss was desperate and with it he tried to say all the things he was afraid to say out loud.
Her shirt, or rather his shirt, fell to the table behind her. His hand expertly unclasped her bra and it fell away revealing her breasts to him.
He drew in a shuddering breath before leaning forward to place a kiss over her heart. Her hands caressed his back, lightly scraping her nails along as she went.
He lingered there, before the temptation proved to be to much and his lips slid down to her breast, pressing a kiss against it´s side before his lips closed around a nipple.
She moaned and the sound made him grip her hips and pull them roughly against his own, letting her feel what she did to him, and what he wanted to do to her.
He was driven by a deep need to dominate her completely, to possess her to the exstent that she was unable to think of anything but him and the way he made her feel. Thoughts of her and Owen returned and his hands tightened on her hips.
Well he wouldn´t get a chance to touch her again, he would make sure of that.
His lips left her breast to press roughly against her mouth, he could tell he took her by surprise by the sudden change of pace, but jealousy was making his blood boil even more and fire was running through his veins.
He broke the kiss and meeting her eyes he placed a hand in the middle of her chest, pushing her to lay back against the table. She did so voluntarily, her eyes filled with so much trust his heart clenched tightly in his chest.
She was a sight to behold, her dark hair splayed around her like a halo, lips swollen from his rough kisses and marks from his lips and teeth on her neck. She was so beautiful, and she was his.
Her eyes beckoned him closer and he leaned over the table, putting some of his weight on her, they both moaned when their bare chest met. He raised himself up on his arms over her and placed a kiss against her forehead.
"Michael"
His name coming from her lips in that breathy tone made him harder than he ever thought possible and he pressed his hips against hers, feeling her do the same. Togheter they pushed and pulled, creating a friction that was unbearable, but at the same time exactly what they needed.
"Yes?" His voice was nothing more than a deep growl against her throat.
"I want you"
His cellphone rang. They both stilled, Michael breathing harshly against her throat.
"Ignore it" He told her.
It stopped ringing and he let his tongue trace around one of the bruises on her neck.
The homephone started ringing and he growled in frustration.
"Michael..." Nikitas voice was breathy and soft.
"They can wait" he told her continuing to kiss her neck, each kiss harder than the one before, almost as if he knew their time was running out.
It stopped ringing and the answering machine picked up.
"Michael are you there? You need to come in right away, it´s very important. I mean it man, hurry the fuck up before Percy has all of our heads!" click.
Birkhoffs voice served to make Michael stop his ministrations on Nikitas neck, and when he hung up Michael sighed and leaned his head down against Nikitas neck, trying to calm down. He pulled back and tried to meet her eyes, but she wouldn´t look at him.
"Nikita"
The sound of her name snapped her in to action and she sat up, causing Michael to stand up.
She quickly pulled his shirt on, buttoning it.
"I´m sorry but I..."
"It´s okey Michael, I get it, you have to go".
"Hey hey, look at me" he tried to meet her gaze "It´s not that I want to go, you know that, but if I don´t go, they will come looking for me".
"Of course they will" Nikita sighed, and still avoiding his gaze jumped down from the table and tried to get around him, but he grabbed her arm, forcing her to a stop in front of him.
"Don´t be like that"
"Like what Michael? Like I´m being pushed aside for Percy and division once again?"
He sighed in frustration and let go of her arm to run his fingers through his hair.
"I can´t get in to that with you right now Nikita, I have to go"
"Go then. Run back to your beloved Percy and do his bidding once again"
"It´s not..." He didn´t get any further before Nikita marched from the room.
He stormed after her only to be met with his bedroom door being slammed in his face and the sound of the lock turning.
"You´re kidding me" he muttered. "Nikita, open this door now!"
No sound came from the room, he glanced at the clock and sighed for the uptenth time that night.
"Don´t think this is the last of it, when I get back you better be here and then we´ll talk". Still no sound "I mean it Nikita".
"We´ll see about that" Her tone was breezy and it instantly pissed him off.
Gritting his teeth he spoke slowly.
"You better be here when I get back".
When he didn´t get an answer he turned and walked back to his office quickly dressing and grabbing his gun. When he reached the front door he hesitated for a second before activating the alarm. Better safe than sorry. With one last glance at the locked bedroom door he walked out closing and locking the door behind him.
Puh. I didn´t expect to be finished this soon, but I just couldn´t stop lol. Don´t be mad at Nikita, she´s just frustrated, who wouldn´t be ;) Hugs to you all!