Set sometime in season 3. Just some guy talk. Rated M mostly because of the topic and innuendos.
"Is that a hickey?" Birkhoff questioned, spotting the light mark on Michael's neck. The agent tried to cover it with the collar of his dress shirt, but it was of no use. Once the nerd got closer, he could see exactly what it was.
"No," Michael denied the fact anyway. Nikita had most definitely given him a hickey the night before. They were rough, needy, and desperate. A mission had left them hollowed, and they had to feel one another come alive in their hands. If that resulted in bruises, scratches, and sore limbs, then so be it. At least they were alive and together.
Despite the gruff tone, Birkhoff smirked. Any chance to taunt the ever so serious Michael, he'd take instantly. The fact that they were in ops with others didn't matter to him, "A hickey from Nikki. Nice."
"It's a bruise," Which wasn't a complete lie. Hickeys could technically be defined as one. And taking their latest mission into account, calling the mark a bruise was a solid excuse.
If only Birkhoff believed Michael, "Oh, sure. So if I look at Nikki's neck, she's not gonna have any?"
Michael couldn't stop his green eyes from glancing at his faincée across the room. If Nikita had a hickey it wouldn't have been on her neck. It most definitely would've been on her collarbone or on the inside of her thigh. Just thinking about their activities from the night before turned his gaze heated. She caught him staring, and as if she was reading his mind she winked. He had to clear his throat before answering, "Why would I discuss my sex life with you?"
"So it is a hickey," The downside of working together for years, was that Michael, Nikita, and Birkhoff knew each other too well. The nerd could call the two agents out on their bullshit, and vice versa. Hiding anything from one another was almost impossible. Birkhoff was able to catch the look Michael and Nikita shared, and instantly knew what was going on.
Luckily, Sean joined the men's conversation. Michael didn't have to come up with another thin excuse. The Seal had his own comment to make, "Like you've ever had one to know what it looks like."
"You're right. I've never had a hickey. But I sure have given plenty," Birkhoff's eyebrows danced with the innuendo, making the other two groan. Poor Alex had walked over to the men's workstation at that moment to grab a flashdrive. But after hearing the nerd, she quickly ran off gagging in disgust.
Whereas Birkhoff rolled his eyes, Michael and Sean bit back laughter, "How did you manage to do that online?"
"I have a girlfriend now. Besides, I don't remember you getting any inside Division either, Mikey," Birkhoff defended the online dates he used to have. After meeting Sonya, he had stopped engaging in the activity. She made him feel a lot more things than he ever had with his cyber dates; she also challenged him in fun and interesting ways. He was ecstatic that they were back together.
On Alex's behest, Nikita went to the men's workstation to grab the flashdrive instead. She heard the rebuttal, and smirked, "He almost did. But he cockblocked himself."
"Ignore her," Not willing to delve into that story, Michael huffed. Nikita laughed to herself as she left. Birkhoff chuckled as well. He should've expected a steamy situation to stir between them while they were both in Division. They practically had sex whenever they sparred. Of course they stumbled into a situation Michael had to shut down.
Sean, however, was a bit confused. He always seemed to be once they vaguely mentioned past Division things. He had never fully got a grasp on that organization, "What kinda missions did you have?"
"Honestly. With Nikita you never know," Michael found himself glancing over at her again. Even across ops she read his mind once more, her brown eyes gazing back. They shared a loving smile, then returned to their individual work and conversations.
"I'm just glad we don't share a safehouse anymore," Birkhoff shuddered. The things he had walked in on and heard had gotten him to blush- him. That couple was simply too much.
"No shame?" Sean laughed. He didn't necessarily live at the safehouse, but he had spent enough time there to learn that much. The team certainly was a lot closer and more comfortable with each other than most.
Michael rolled his eyes. Birkhoff and Sean were just as bad as he was, "We overheard your whatever conversations online. And I remember you and Alex calling the other day about hot peppers and…"
"Alright, alright. We all have no boundaries," Immediately, Sean interrupted. He didn't want to relive the story of having sex after cutting hot peppers, especially in front of Birkhoff. He and Alex would never hear the end of it if he found out. Hell, they were already constantly teased by Nikita over it.
"So hot peppers and hickeys. You guys getting freaky?" Birkhoff was not one to be easily deterred, despite the glare Michael was shooting at him.
"No freaky nerd shit for you guys?" Sean attempted to retaliate. It backfired, however.
Birkhoff began to say something to prove the assumption correct. But Michael was shaking his head vehemently, "No. No. We're not doing that."
"You're the one with a hickey."
"It's not a… whatever," There was no point in fighting it. The nerd and Seal were going to contradict the agent no matter what. He might as well just move on with his day, and try to actually get some work done.
"You give up that quickly in bed?" Birkhoff just had to keep digging in. While Michael sighed, Sean laughed. It was probably payback from sharing a safehouse. Yet it wasn't his fault the nerd was subject to his and Nikita's bedroom activities. He should've gotten a place with thicker walls. Or at least left them alone; he knew the couple couldn't keep their hands off of one another, especially after tough missions.
"Hey, man. Navy men aren't supposed to get tired," Adding onto the taunting, Sean flashed a smug grin. That was a lot more fun than whatever he had been doing.
"Fuck off. Both of you."
"This is a place of work," Birkhoff argued, holding back a laugh. Over the years, Michael's glares had lost their powers. Sometimes he could still intimidate him. But in moments like that one, it was of no use.
"Hasn't stopped any of us before," Michael just decided to go with it. He had his own ammunition to fire back at Sean and Birkhoff.
"Those recruit beds aren't the best size though," Complaining, Sean remembered some awkward moments on the small cot-like beds. There was a lot of pausing and shifting to ensure no one fell off as they had their fun.
On the other hand, Michael had much more pleasant memories of recruit beds. The bed he and Nikita shared for their first few months together was that size, after all. Sure, there was some falling off. But that just made it a lot more adventurous, "You can make it work."
"The truly determined make anything work," Birkhoff agreed as he thought about his own sexy times in the underground bunker that was Division.
"I'm determined," The Seal refuted sharply.
"Then how come it took you so long to get a girlfriend?" They had all witnessed Sean and Alex flirting for months. He had even asked her out, yet it didn't appear to have gone anywhere until recently. If Michael's stubborn ass and Birkhoff's nerdiness still managed to make relationships work, so could he.
Indicating to the work going on around them, Sean rolled his hazel eyes, "Uh. This whole war we're raging."
"So. You just gotta go for it," Michael advised, shrugging. It took him a while to follow that advice. When he did, though, it was the best decision of his life.
"That how you got a hickey?" Birkhoff was not going to give up until he heard the truth.
He thought he could move forward, but Michael ended up crumbling, "For the last time, it's not a hickey."
"Yeah it is," With a sudden kiss on her fiancé's cheek, Nikita interrupted the men's conversation again. She dropped the flashdrive back where it was, and dared Michael to contradict her. He couldn't. Birkhoff and Sean laughed at the admission, proud to have been proven right. The agent could only sigh. There was never a dull moment with her. Yet he wouldn't have it any other way.