A/N: I love the reviews and PMs. Thank you everyone! I always welcome ideas for future chapters and new fics. I have a new idea kicking around in my head for a multi-chapter fic. Perhaps, as long as this one will be.

This chapter will be edited a wholeeeeee lot! A few things were added to this version that will not appear in the other, simply to tie up the loose ends with the chapter. You know why! So, just hop over to AO3 if you want to read the long kinky version.

For the Nalex shippers, I wrote a short piece of erotica just for you. It's over at AO3. They are by far my favorite ship.

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Silence fell in the safe house. They stared at the large wall mounted flat screen; frustration evident in Nikita's face. "It had to be Division," Micheal grimaced. Birkhoff nodded in agreement, as he muted the television. "Shadow-bot spat out some chatter among the Russians. It's likely that Amanda turned Chen over to Gogol."

Nikita leaned her forehead against the sliding glass door.

What have you done, Alex.

She sighed as she turned to face Birkhoff. "I'm guessing Alex wasn't a hapless bystander in all of this." Birkhoff saw the pain in Nikita's eyes. He wished that he could tell her that Alex would be the last one involved in such a mission.

"Unlikely Nikki...Amanda would have wanted her best girl on this one."

Micheal was frustrated. He saw no point in dwelling on Chen. He knew that there was nothing they could do if Gogol had their hands on the Scientist. "Chen is down the rabbit hole. We won't locate him now." Nikita slammed her fist on the counter. "We are getting no where with this back and forth. I want Alex out of Division now!" Micheal and Birkhoff frowned at each other.

"Suggestions?"

Nikita glared at them both. "We need to get Alex out of Amanda's vice grip before we take Division down for good, Nerd." Nikita was at a loss. She second guessed her decision to wait on taking Alex against her will. If she had only taken her before she moved from her last apartment, she thought, but now her location was unknown.

"I'm with you on that, Nikki... but how?"

Nikita ran her fingers through her hair, exasperated. "We will figure it out. We always do," Micheal calmed, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Alex unlocked the door and and stepped inside.

"Don't just stand there girl... Come inside."

Rachel sauntered into Alexandra's apartment for the first time. The tastefully appointed living room with its hues of fall leaves seemed to envelope Rachel in the peace of the season invoked by the autumnal reds. The exposed brick, over-sized chairs and the invitingly situated couch brought out a desire to sit down and melt away in the younger woman. Although Alex didn't spend a lot of time at home; the place felt lived in. Its quiet elegance perfectly reflected the brunette, Rachel thought.

"Nice digs, super spy."

"It's okay for now," Alex replied, rolling her eyes at the younger girl. "It's nothing like my home in Russia."

"I would love to see that," Rachel smiled enthusiastically. "I've always wanted to go to Russia."

"Maybe you will one day. If you play your cards right...maybe you will see my bedroom tonight as well."

Rachel searched for the right response, feeling her calm cool exterior slip away. She was left speechless as she often was around Alexandra Udinov. Her normally witty come back got lost in the scent of Gucci Rush. Alexandra's trademark perfume always left her head reeling.

Alex closed the divide between them. She gently massaged Rachel's shoulder's before moving up to caress her cheek. She felt Rachel begin to tense under her steady gaze. "It's okay," Alex whispered, leaning in, she pressed a chaste kiss upon her lips.

"You taste so sweet," Alex moaned, deepening the kiss.

''I..Its the lip gloss...It's wet and wild strawberry..or was it wild and wet...how do they come up with these names...you have to wonder... I mean what are they selling us reall-."

"Rachel," she chuckled.

"Yeah?"

"Relax, its only me," she soothed, running the tips of her fingers down her neck, resting at her collarbones. Her words were soft and her tone seductive. Alex found herself amused at how easily she could make the agent crumble with a simple word or lingering touch. When it came to the mission, Rachel was no-nonsense, but up close and personal she was just a confused inexperienced young woman. Alex considered the best method of putting the younger woman at ease.

"How does wine sound?" she asked, moving toward the kitchen.

"Sounds good, thanks." Rachel's voice was suddenly and abnormally high. Her nerves were on fire, she had only hoped that she looked half as calm as her hostess. She considered how the evening would end. Rachel had no doubts about what she wanted. Alex was everything she imagined desiring, and more. A strong yet feminine presence, taller, self-confidence radiating from her blue eyes. For such a beautiful woman, she had the strength of a gladiator. No wonder she was a super spy, her beauty and charm were merely tools of the trade in this line of work. Looks can be deceiving, so damn alluring and deceiving, Rachel pondered.

Alex poured the Dalva Vintage. "I think you will like this." Her fingers brushed against Rachel's as she slipped the wine glass in her hand. Their eyes connecting. The lingering gaze elicited a gentle smile from the assassin who placed another chaste kiss upon the younger woman's lips.

"Enjoy the wine. I'll be right back."

Alex closed the bathroom door locking it behind her. She knew two things: One, she wanted Rachel, and Two, she wanted her now. She had hoped to have her writhing beneath her by now. She was amazed at her own impatience with the matter. Searching her pockets, Alex found the small brown vial that she had purchased the night prior. She plucked the hand held mirror from the drawer of her dark oak vanity before lowering herself on the stool. The brunette cut long white lines with her Division issued ID card while she thought about the young agent waiting for her in the next room. Alexandra didn't particularly like how Rachel made her feel. It was an unhinged desire that she couldn't shake from her head. One that she fully intended to quell before the end of the night.

''No attachments,'' Alex scolded, staring in the over-sized mirror above the vanity table.

Rachel stared at the small painting, twirling her hair with her finger. It's fruit in a bowl, she mused, hell if she saw the point of it.

"Another glass?" Alex offered, holding up the bottle. "I think one is my limit," Rachel shrugged.

"Don't be such a light weight. It will help you relax, and besides, we are celebrating tonight, agent."

"Okay, why not."

"A toast... We kicked some serious ass today. We make a good team, Rachel. Here's to us." Rachel smiled at her. "To us."

"So...how does it feel to be outside of Division? It's been a while now," Alex asked, reaching for the Ipod dock. She selected a play list before moving back toward the younger agent.

"It was an adjustment at first."

"I'm so proud of you for making agent, and for your work on that last op. I know it wasn't an easy mission, but you did what was expected of you. Always remember, Rachel... What we do saves lives." It felt less than honest even as she spoke it. She wondered if she was doing anything less than solidifying Division's conditioning in the younger woman. A tinge of guilt ran through the brunette, along with thoughts of Nikita.

"I know, Super spy...otherwise, I couldn't bring myself to pull the trigger." Alex felt the emotion in her words. She slowly moved into her.

"I like this song."

"Me too," Alex smiled, swaying them gently to the music. She pressed their cheek's together, her hand's slowly crawling up the younger woman's back and into her hair, their slow dance continuing in silence.

"What was it like for you? You know, When you became an agent?"

Alex plucked Rachel's empty wine glass from her hand, sitting it on the kitchen counter. It was a simple question, but an uncomfortable one that delved into a past that she didn't want to think about.

The question itself felt dangerous. It might lead in to her time as a mole, her reason for infiltrating and even Nikita, which would in turn lead to her getting angry or swearing or both. All of which would ruin her plan to finally have the attractive young woman, all of which would be very very bad, she thought. No, she wasn't having this discussion. Gripping the wine bottle in one hand and Rachel's fingers in the other, Alex led her toward the bedroom.

"I guess I played my cards-"

Alex whipped her around by the hand kissing her roughly. She led the younger woman to the edge of the bed; ripping her jacket from her shoulders. Rachel sat back on the bed taking in the brunette who moved closer, sliding her fingers through dark tresses. Rachel's hands slid slowly up Alexandra's hips, as she leaned her cheek against her thigh.

Fisting onyx hair, Alex tugged, forcing glacial eyes into her own. Rachel gazed into the assassin, parting her lips; yielding to the soft strength of her kiss. Alex's lips were moist and hot and searching. She tasted like sweet wine. Rachel wanted to get lost in those lips.

"It's hot in here," Alex whispered, kissing her softly before pulling away.

Rachel sat anxiously twirling her hair. Alex's lips leaving her breathless and wanting.

"It is...hot."

Alex had grown to adore Rachel's fidgety habits. The way she looked at her hands when she was shy, or twirled her fingers through her long black hair when she was anxious. Outside of Division she felt comfortable enough to let her adoration for the younger agent show.

"I'm going to break you of that," Alex pointed, a determined smile on her face.

"Oh..yeah...I...its a bad habit-"

"I want you," Alex interrupted, amused at the younger woman's anxious expression. Rachel shuddered at the ferocious longing in her voice. "I have waited along time to get you alone and free of interruption." Rachel tried to speak, to say something, anything. Her voice catching in her throat. She opened her mouth several times, but nothing came out.

Alex sipped on the wine from the bottle, as she carelessly kicked off her heels, and tossed her jacket in the chair. She sat down next to Rachel. Her eyes full of dark desire.

"Here...I think you need this more than I do. Finish it," Alex snickered, tipping the bottle toward the younger agents lips. "I think you're trying to get me drunk, Ms. Udinov." Rachel grinned as she finished off the bottle. "I think it's working." She pressed her hands against the girl's face as she began to kiss her. Their tongues dancing slowly with quiet desperation for minutes.

"Let's get those off," Alex smiled, tugging at the younger agent's heels.

Rachel was hypnotized by blue eyes staring fervently into her own. Alex moved into her body, running her thumb over Rachel's bottom lip before she replaced it with her mouth. Fueled by cocaine and irritated at the pace; Alex straddled her younger lover, pushing her back further onto the bed. "I'm going to fuck you so hard."

Rachel gasped. The muscles in her belly clenching at the thought of the older woman's words in her ear. The brunette's kisses becoming more demanding, her tongue and lips coaxing. As her hand slipped beneath Rachel's blouse it began to trail its way up her quivering abdomen.

"You're shaking, babe. Tell me if you want me to stop," Alex breathed, caressing her breast with her palm.

"I don't want you t-to stop...go slow," she stuttered, her face flushing.

"Tell me what you like... toys...cuffs...I have it all...How do you want me to touch you?" She worked her fingers slowly down; unbuttoning Rachel's blouse and tossing it toward the chair.

"I've never exactly done...this." It came out as barely a whisper. It felt like a confession. The words toys and cuffs repeating in her head. It excited her in the deepest darkest places she rebuked for years.

"You've never been with a girl. I understand," she soothed, finding the clasp of her bra.

"I've never been with anyone."

Alex stilled.

"Are you telling me that you're a virgin... that you've never-"

''I've...never."

''Never?" Alex repeated, pushing herself back on her heels.

Alex rolled over and on to her side studying Rachel's expression.

"We don't have to do this," Alex insisted. "I can take you home."

"No," Rachel paused. "Alex..Before Division..sex...relationships.. were simply not a priority in my life. Dancing left little time for a personal life. I want this, Alex... I want you."

"But...Rachel-"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you," she choked, looking down at her hands.

"First times are supposed to be special...with someone you're in love with Rachel...not a casual-"

''I do. I mean...I love you."

Alex was speechless. The L word was not something she wanted to hear. She had sworn off love when she swore off Nikita. The seriousness of the moment was threatening to be a buzz-kill. Her good time was increasingly becoming something that felt like strings.

Alexandra's thoughts began to race through her mind. She doubted that Rachel would have a better first experience than with someone who understood the importance and could make it meaningful. She thought about her first time. It had been just a few weeks before Division's attack on her family when Anton Kochenko caught her alone in her bedroom. Rough, unwanted, and painful; It was the beginning of the nightmare she spent years fighting inside her head. One that still plagued her. If she could give Rachel something good, something better; she was willing.

"It's a gift you know... you only get to give it away once," Alex explained, caressing Rachel's cheek with the back of her hand. "Are you positive that this is what you want?"

"I have no doubt that you're what I want."

"I guess you're not the only one getting a gift tonight then," Alex winked, tilting her head to the side. She rose to her knees slowly and seductively unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it to the floor with her pants. Crawling up the bed; she grabbed Rachel's skirt, unzipping the side and discarding it behind her.

"Your so beautiful, flawless. I want to taste every inch of your body."

She kissed Rachel slowly and passionately; her touch gentle and loving. She took her time, wanting to make the experience special for the younger woman. Rachel caressed Alex's face; running her hands slowly down her firm bicep. Alex could see inexperience and uncertainty in her hesitant touch and warm arctic eyes. She moved closer and straddled the younger woman. Alex kissed her hair line, and then her temple, and then her jaw and it was as if Rachel had always known her touch, always felt her kisses on her face. So familiar, so foreign; so electric, so soothing. Alex gripped her fingers, bringing their hands together over her ample cleavage.

"Touch me." Rachel captured hardening flesh in her palm; her mouth closing around the erect nipple. Alex ran her fingers into the back of Rachel's hair. "Feels good." She slowly eased the girl back against the mattress. She gazed down at her, running delicate fingers over her throat and down her chest, before lowering herself into a kiss. She felt more than lust. Alex worried that this was the beginning of an inferno that she may never extinguish. The thought frightened her as much as the implication. Her tongue brushed the edge of her mouth before heading toward the younger woman's neck."I want to make you feel good." Rachel moaned at every touch; her body moving uncontrollably beneath the assassin. Alex smiled at the affect, tracing her tongue slowly over her collarbone. She moved to fondle sensitive mounds; circling her tongue around a nipple. Alex couldn't remember the last time she bothered to slow her pace with anyone. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks.

Nikita.

The world slowly began to disappear. Their bodies melding into one. Alex knew that what Rachel was giving her was more than casual. It was a one time gift that no one else would ever receive. She treasured it the way only someone who never had the same choice could. It was golden. Alexandra's walls seemed to fade with every passing moment. The girl beneath her tugged at her heart, and set her body ablaze. She began to let herself feel more than she even knew that she could. But... that was tomorrows problem, she thought.

For tonight ... her heart was free.