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Nikita woke the next morning feeling much better. She had done a lot of thinking last night and she was now feeling very clear headed. It was obvious now that on some level Michael wanted her, at least physically, but for some reason he refused to give in to that feeling, why, she didn´t know.

She was embarrased by her behaviour last night, she certainly didn´t have any problems giving in while Michael was practically unaffected, but that was going to change. From now on there would be no more crying, no more begging, at least not from her side she thought. She was going to make Michael so crazy that nothing else mattered.

Of course it wouldn´t be easy. Nothing with Michael ever was. But she was nothing if not determined. And it helped to know that he wanted her. She could work with that.

With a smile on her lips Nikita showered and dressed.

Walking out into the kitchen Michael was leaning against the sink, watching her. Even though he looked like ha hadn´t slept much he was still gorgeous in his jeans and tshirt, it was unfair really.

Michael was tired. He had barely slept and he had no idea what kind of mood Nikita would be in once she woke. As a peace offering he had made breakfast, though he doubted that would help him. So he was shocked when she came out from her bedroom with a small smile on her face. His bedroom, his. When did he start thinking about it as hers?

"Hey" He put a cup of coffee down in front of her.

"Good morning Michael"

This was... strange... she didn´t sound angry. She sounded calm... Wanting to get it out in the open he spoke.

"Nikita, about last night..."

She was quick to interrupt him though.

"Oh don´t worry about it Michael. I get it, okey. No need for explainations"

"Still, I want to explain..."

"Really, there´s no need. Just forget about it, I have"

Had she? Then why couldn´t he do the same.

"Oh"

"Yeah so there´s no need to talk about it I promise" Nikita laughed lightly "let´s just concentrate on the mission"

"Oh"

What was this? Had he not only lost his backbone but also his ability to form sentences as well?

"This coffees great, just the way I like it"

He nodded, still lost in his own thoughts when the phone rang.

"It´s a go. Leave for Moscow now"

"Yes. I´ll be in touch"

He was about to hang up when Percy´s voice stopped him.

"And Michael, I know I don´t have to tell you how important this is"

Michael smirked. Same old Percy.

"Of course not"

"Good. Have a good flight"

With that he hung up and Michael turned to Nikita who was watching him closely.

"We leave for Moscow as soon as possible".

"Ah, dear old Moscow" she nodded.

Their eyes met, both of them realizing that this could very well be the last time they stood here, togheter. Nikita cleared her throat.

"Well I better get ready"

She turned and walked back to the bedroom leaving Michael to stare after her.

When they arrived in Moscow they headed straight to their hotel. Michael had rented a car, claiming it was so much easier than flagging taxis all the time. She had to admit he had a good point.

Pulling up to their hotel they parked and got their room keys. They hadn´t spoken much since they left the U.S, Michael was still confused and wondering what Nikita was up to. He usually knew what she was feeling, knew her, even after spending three years apart he still knew, but not now.

Nikita wandered around their room, mentally going over the plans while Michael paid the bellboy for his troubles. It was a pretty room with dark colors, it looked old, but at the same time new. She looked into the bathroom where she discored a giant tub, she looked at it longingly and sighed and walked back to the main room.

"Now what?"

"Now we wait for Birkhoff to contact me"

"So what´s our cover if anyone asks?"

Michael looked down and then up at her.

"You´re my girlfriend and we are here because you´ve always loved Russia and everything in it"

At her look he hastened to explain.

"It was more suitable than brother and sister"

"Of course"

She smiled at him like she knew something he didn´t.

Nikita laughed inwardly, this was working out great. Now she had an excuse to touch him, at least when they were in public.

Michaels phone rang, it was Birkhoff.

"His contact is arriving in two days, I´ll contact you with specifics then".

"Thanks Birkhoff"

He snapped the phone shut and turned to look at Nikita who was busy unpacking her things and hanging her clothes in the closet.

"That was Birkhoff, the contact arrives in two days, he´ll contact me then, uhm.. why do you have so many dresses?"

"Oh well you never know what a mission can require, so I thought it best to be prepared"

"I see" No, he really didn´t. He noticed one dress hanging in the back. "Isin´t that...?"

Nikita looked up, suddenly somber.

"Yeah"

"I didn´t know you still had it"

"It´s kind of my good luck charm, it´s seems to work well for me" She winked at him, making him flinch and her laugh.

Trying to pull himself togheter he began unpacking his own clothes grumbling to himself:

"I´ll say..."

Behind him Nikita smiled.

They decided to head down to the bar and then check out their surroundings. Michael headed out first claiming he had some things to take care of, and they agreed to meet down in the bar.

Nikita chose a dark blue dress for the night, pulling half her hair back and curling it and a light makeup. She headed down for the bar with a smile. Michael would never know what hit him.

"Whisky, dubbel"

Michael was feeling lighter than he had in a long time actually, despite the fact that they were here on a mission, he couldn´t deny that he was happy that Nikita was here with him. He could tell she was up to something though, but what...

He looked up as the bartender whistled. He turned his head and there she was. She was walking toward him, hips swaying, hair bouncing and suddenly he couldn´t pull air into his lungs. She was so beautiful. She always had been, she had a sensuality about her that made people turn and look back at her on the street, or in a bar as was the case now.

She reached him and leaned up to peck his cheek. When she spoke her voice was a husky murmur.

"Honey, you didn´t order anything for me?"

He blinked and tried to pull himself togheter. Their cover. Right.

"I´m sorry love, what can I get you?"

She trailed a hand down his chest slowly.

"Oh you know what I like don´t you..."

Shit.

He coughed and turned to the bartender who still seemed to be starstruck.

"Vodka"

The bartender snapped out of it and quickly poured her a glass.

"Let´s get a table hun, these shoes are killing me"

Michael left a few bills on the bar and turned to lead Nikita over to a nearby table, while the bartender gave him thumbs up.

They sat down in the couch, putting their glasses on the table in front of them, Nikita immediatley scooting closer to him.

"Nikita.." He was slightly breathless, being so close to her.

"What is it Michael?"

"You" He didn´t get any further before Nikita placed a hand on his thigh, letting it slowly trail upwards. With a gasp he caught it and held it tightly in his own.

"What the hell are you doing?" He hissed at her between closed teeth.

"Exactly what we agreed on, I´m your girlfriend remember". She said the last part smugly, reminding him that this had been his brilliant idea.

"That dosen´t mean that you have to groop me in public!"

"Why? Are you shy?"

Now she was just teasing him.

"That´s not it"

"What is it then? Come on Michael, talk to me..."

While she was talking her other hand had snaked around his back and was inching under his shirt to stroke his bare back.

He gasped when she made contact and quickly caught that hand with his other one.

"Stop that!"

"Stop what? Jeez Michael I didn´t know you were so sensitive"

"I´m not sensitive, I just think that there is a time and place for everything and..."

"And what?"

He sighed tightened his grip on her hands.

"Behave"

She grinned.

"And if I don´t? Will you punish me?"

Michael looked up and closed his eyes as if trying to draw strength from some divine power.

"Oh come on Michael" She inched a little closer " It´ll be just like when you trained me, you telling me what to do and punishing me when I didn´t get it right..."

"Yeah well, I think we are talking about a different kind of punishment here"

"Do you know" her vocie had lowered "how many times I was wishing you would be rougher with me while we were training... sometimes you were, and you would throw me down on the floor, pushing me down with your body, making me yield... and the only thing I could think about was your hard body atop of mine..."

He was breathing heavy now, his hands clenching around hers by reflex.

"You must have known that I wanted you Michael, a smart guy like you... you can´t tell me you didn´t notice"

"I noticed" His voice was husky

She leaned forward and placed her lips against his ear and whispered

"Do you want me Michael?"

When he didn´t answer she drew back to look him in the eyes.

What she saw there made her gasp. His eyes were dark and there was a fire raging there that made her feel like she was burning.

"So that´s it" he whispered "that´s what you´re up to..."

"I´m not up to anything Michael, are you?" She cast a meaningful glance at his lap, making his jaw clench.

"Is this some kind of revenge for last night?"

Ticked that she was found out so soon she snapped at him.

"Of course not, you were just being your usual stand offisch self"

"Nikita"

"Michael" She mocked.

"Don´t be like that"

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"I just don´t understand you Michael"

"It´s better if you don´t"

"Better for who?"

Before he could answer they were interrupted by a gentleman in a dark suit clearing his throat.

"Excuse me, would you like to dance?"

The man reached out a hand to Nikita who was about to say no when she caught Michaels glare at the other man and changed her mind. Smiling, she drew her hands away from Michaels and stood up.

"I´d love to"

He led her to the dancefloor and they started to slowly sway to the music, Nikita feeling Michaels glare burn a hole in her back the whole time.

"I´m sorry if I interrupted something back there, but I couldn´t let such a beautiful woman sit at a table all night while people danced around her".

"You´re very sweet...?"

"Andrew"

"Hello Andrew, I´m Nikita"

"Pleased to meet you Nikita"

He pulled her hand up to kiss it, letting his eyes linger on hers. She smiled.

"Likewise"

Michael was angry. He couldn´t believe the nerve of her. First she was coming onto to him, and now she was dancing with some guy with horrible backslicked hair. He almost got up when he saw the guy kiss her hand but he restrained himself.

They danced and he watched. The longer they danced they seemed to drift closer and closer to each other. Finally, he had had enough. He got up and walked over to them, tapping the man on the shoulder.

"May I cut in?"

Andrew looked at Nikita who nodded.

"Well thank you for the dance Nikita, it was lovely. Maybe we´ll run into each other again?"

"You never know" she smiled and dropped his hand "bye Andrew, have a good night"

"Bye Nikita"

Andrew retreated to the bar and Michael pulled Nikita closer to him, capturing her hand with his and placing the other on the small of her back.

"What was that?"

"That Michael, is what some people refer to as a dance"

"Don´t be a smartass"

"Don´t be an asshole" she retorted

"You´re supposed to play my girlfriend you know"

"Well I did that Michael, but you´re never quite happy are you?"

He didn´t answer only pulled her closer. After a while he spoke.

"What do you want from me Nikita?"

Before she could answer him his phone rang. Searching his pockets he quickly found it.

"Michael"

"We have a problem".

"What is it?"

"Owen has escaped"

Well. Fuck.

I decided to end it there, I never seem to get to the er... action in this story lol. But don´t worry, it´s coming. This chapter was inspired by the best episode so far, "one way". I´m going to continue working on the next chapter now, hopefully I´ll update tomorrow. Hugs!