Set throughout season 2. Inspired by the fact that they all lived together, so college like shenanigans should've arose.
Michael and Nikita managed to make it to the bedroom at least. The door had barely closed when their lips were on each other's, and their clothes were being ripped off. They had spent most of the afternoon sparring. All that grappling, touching, and teasing eventually caused them to hurry to the privacy of their bedroom. Rapidly standing in her underwear, Nikita pushed a similarly clad Michael to the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, smirking as she sauntered to him predatorily. While she straddled his hips and ground down, he held securely to her waist and kissed her thoroughly. The couple were suddenly lost in the heat and passion of the moment.
They didn't notice the lights dimming on their own, or the music starting to play. Attempting to yank off sweaty underwear was their only priority. But as the music got louder, it became harder to ignore. Nikita broke from the kiss with panted breath, glancing at her boyfriend, "I didn't turn any music on."
"And I didn't dim the lights," Sitting upright, Michael admitted. Whereas she shrugged it off, gyrating her hips and capturing his moan in her mouth, he found the situation odd. She was distracting him nicely, though. A short time later, he flipped them so that she was on her back. Her brown eyes sparkled as she looked up at him and smoothed his tousled dark hair. He smiled adoringly, and kissed her tenderly.
The lyrics of Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On", however, interrupted Michael and Nikita's touching moment. The mystery of the lights and music was solved; they separated with a sigh. He untangled himself from her grasp, adjusting his boxer briefs, "Hold on. I'll be right back."
"Trust me. I'm not going anywhere," Scooting up on the bed, Nikita replied seductively.
He gulped at her tone, but he had a mission to complete first. She watched him leave the room, and heard him stomp down the hall. His voice was gruff as he shouted, "Birkhoff."
"Yes?" Nerd's smugness rang loud and clear. It immediately turned to fear at one look at Michael, "Okay, Mikey. I'm turning it off. It's off. It's off."
Sure enough, the lights came back on and the music stopped. Michael returned to the room, his frustrations melting at a grinning Nikita. She giggled when he excitedly scrambled to join her on their bed. They kissed deeply, their underwear successfully coming off that time around. Birkhoff's annoying prank was quickly forgotten. The two had more important things to think about.
Taunting voices from the kitchen brought Michael out of the bedroom. He was unpacking after his latest mission, but the excitement in the other room drew his attention. Although, he wasn't sure what he was going to find, it certainly wasn't expecting that. Nikita, Alex, and Birkhoff were standing at the counter, their hands clasped behind their backs. Each of their hairs were tied up out of their face. And napkins were tucked into the collars of their shirts. Michael could only stare perplexed.
"You two are going down. On three," Shifting her feet into a better position, Nikita commanded the other two, "One."
"As if," Alex rolled her bright blue eyes and cracked her neck, "Two."
"Get ready to feel the pain, girlies," Birkhoff mocked, stretching out his jaw, "Three."
The three of them dived face first into their own piece of cake on the counter. They ate the dessert hands free, and got food everywhere. Michael didn't know what to think. Knowing those three, they were probably doing some kind of contest. If they were competing for money or pride, he wasn't sure. He just moved towards them in bewilderment, "What the hell?"
"Shut up, Mikey," Around frosting, Birkhoff choked out. He needed to concentrate. Glancing at Alex's and Nikita's plates, he realized he had fallen behind. He could not lose to them; he would never hear the end of it.
Michael closed in on his girlfriend and friends, studying the action. Nikita and Alex were neck and neck, with Nerd surprisingly in last place. It was possible that he was too full of energy drinks to really eat. Near the end of her piece, Nikita started to giggle. The ridiculousness of the situation caught up to her. She laughed through bites of cake, which made Alex laugh along with her. The woman giggled and ate, choking down the food. Alex eventually collapsed in a fit of joy, her nose smearing with the frosting left on her plate. Birkhoff rolled his eyes, and pushed forward.
The last bite going down hard, Nikita shouted and raised her hands in triumph. Birkhoff was still chewing his own last bite, and angrily ripped the napkin out of his shirt. He was so close, yet so far from the prize. Nikita danced around the two losers, trying to wipe away the mess on her face, "Pay up, suckers."
Alex had ceased laughing, but she was smiling as she cleaned her face and handed over cash from her pocket. Meanwhile, Birkhoff grumbled at the loss of money, "Your piece had less frosting."
"Suck failure, Nerd," Nikita smirked, counting her earnings before pocketing it.
After the bragging and groaning was done, Michael dared to speak again, "Can I ask 'what the hell' now?"
"I bought a cake for everybody. And we somehow made a bet to see who could eat a slice the fastest without a fork," As she scrubbed at the sugary confection on her nose, Alex explained.
The man could only nod in acceptance. Nikita gave him a satisfied grin, shoving lightly at a grumpy Birkhoff. He tried to retaliate, but she dodged him nimbly coming closer to Michael. Indicating the food left around her mouth, he closed the gap between them, "You, uh, got something there."
"You can clean it off for me," Nikita looked him over suggestively.
Throwing her napkin at the couple, Alex left the kitchen, "I'm not sticking around for this. Imma shower."
Birkhoff muttered his own excuse to leave the couple as well. Michael and Nikita ignored their friends, lost in each other's eyes. He wiped off the last of the cake and frosting slowly, his green eyes never leaving her brown. Once the dessert was gone, their lips met in a loving kiss. The sugar wasn't the only thing that made the affection extra sweet.
Nikita and Alex had hunkered down in the young woman's room, watching a movie on a laptop. Alex needed comfort after everything that occurred in Russia and with her mom, and Nikita was happy to be there for her. Sitting on the bed in companionable silence, they shared a blanket and a bowl of popcorn. Nikita shifted her position to get more comfortable halfway through the movie. However, she ended up falling off the mattress a bit.
Glancing at the bed that wasn't quite flushed against the wall and her best friend, Nikita wondered, "Why'd you pull your bed over here?"
Alex noticed her predicament and shrugged, "If I put it completely against the wall, then I can't make the bed. But I can still sleep on my side and not worry about monsters grabbing me from behind."
She said it lightly, making a childlike joke about things that go bump in the night. Except, Nikita could hear the strain in her voice. Nightmares and demons were more prevalent at night, and any little thing helped to drive them away. She placed a comforting hand on her knee, squeezing her support. After a second though, a shit eating grin overcame Nikita's face, "You know, if you slept with Sean you wouldn't have to worry about any monsters."
Shoving her playfully, Alex made a face of annoyance. Nikita let out a small shriek as she fell completely off of the bed. There was a brief pause, the two women letting the realization of what just happened sink it. Then, they began to laugh uproariously. Collapsing in giggles, Alex got to her knees to see if her friend was alight, "Are you… are you okay?"
Nikita nodded, wiping her joyful tears. She eyed the copious contents under the bed, and wondered just how much stuff Alex was hoarding. Blue fabric caught her eyes, so she reached for it. It was a pair of jeans that were missing the back pockets. Laughing harder, she almost yelled, "Why are there assless chaps under the bed?"
"I was making crafts," Alex defended through giggles, and pointed to the abandoned project next to Nikita. The two women kept laughing, even as Alex helped Nikita out from under the bed and back on top of the mattress. Movie forgotten, they moved to jokes and continued their joy. It took their minds off of their problems, especially Alex. She got lost in her fun with her best friend. The mixed feelings she had about her mother, and the nightmares that resurfaced from Russia were pushed from her mind. All that existed was the happy moment with Nikita.
Sean was certain everytime he and Alex had a moment alone together at the beach house, he could hear George Michael's "Careless Whisper". It was faint, but he was sure it was there. Alex never knew what he was talking about, though. She thought he was going insane. Except, the song was playing. He would bet all of his money on it.
They were getting comfortable on the couch, Sean working up the nerve to scoot closer to Alex. Something more had developed between them recently, and he desperately wanted to develop it further. Then, the damn song began with it's ominous saxophones. Sean shot to his feet, frustrated. He looked to Alex, who appeared to have actually heard it that time. She stood also, scanning the room for the source of the noise.
"Maybe you're not crazy," Searching for a hidden speaker, Alex snarked. Sean rolled his eyes, and threw couch cushions.
Their search had grown useless, the song continuing to play. Sean huffed, "This isn't funny anymore."
"Is listening to 80s sax jams ever funny?" She continued to smirk, giving up the search and accepting her fate. But the Seal wasn't going to give in. He had put up with the joke for too long. He just wanted a quiet moment with the woman he had strong feelings for. But in that house, with those people, it was highly unlikely. Eventually the song ended, and he was able to relax.
"Finally," Sean beamed at Alex, walking towards her, "We're saved."
Though she rolled her eyes, she grinned. Alex moved even closer to Sean, opening her mouth to say something. Yet, Nikita and Michael came bursting into the room. Sean gave up on ever trying to have a moment of peace with Alex. It was of no use. The young woman took a step back from him, turning her attention to her two friends, "What's up?"
"We need to get back at Nerd," Nikita commanded stiffly.
Looking to Michael for an explanation, he crossed his arms tightly over his chest, "He keeps fucking with the audio in our room."
"So it's not just us," Sean was continuously relieved that "Careless Whisper" was not a figment of his imagination. They huddled together in solidarity, while Nikita immediately launched into a battle plan. Each of them had a mission, securing that Birkhoff got the pay back he deserved. It was a threefold attack. Alex would strike first with a spill of energy drinks on his keyboard. Then while he was distracted, the two Navy men would hide numerous speakers throughout the little tech nerd's room. Nikita would deliver the coup de grace by blasting Khia's "My Neck, My Back (Lick It)" while he was passed out for the night.
With four top secret agents executing the plan, all went smoothly. During the middle of the night, Nikita hooked her phone up to the bluetooth speakers. A wicked grin pulled at the corner of her lips, as she hit play. She and Michael could hear the song all the way in their room. Even Alex and Sean could hear it in their respective bedrooms. Birkhoff's startled shout followed the beginning of the music. Soon came a string of curses directed at all of them. They laughed and cheered at their retaliation, reveling in their victory. There sure was never a dull moment with all of them all together.