Set between 1x17 "Covenants" and 1x18 "Into the Dark". A Mikita morning after scene.
Nikita snapped awake at the feeling of the mattress dipping beside her. She had been dead asleep before then, which surprised her. She didn't think she had ever had that restful of a night's sleep. Turning onto her back to see what had startled her, she was given a reason as to how that finally came to be. Michael smiled down at her around a bite of a granola bar. His green eyes were dazzling bright in the early morning sunlight. He brushed her wild dark hair out of her face, and softly caressed her cheek, Although still its usual smokiness, his voice seemed dreamy and light, "Hey."
"Hey," Nikita's own smile bloomed. She couldn't stop herself from kissing Michael, despite the food in his mouth. He quickly swallowed and kissed her back. The granola bar was tossed onto the nearby nightstand, as his hands began to roam. Their kisses were soft and gentle, a happy start to their morning. But their hands were greedy and desperate. They could finally touch one another. There was nothing separating them anymore. The two were going to take full advantage of that.
"Your kitchen is full of granola bars. I've eaten three, and I didn't even make a dent," Between kisses, Michael teased. He had woken up not that long ago, starving. He shouldn't have been surprised, given how late he and Nikita had stayed up talking and fooling around. But they were making up for so much lost time. They deserved to have every second together after all of those stupid mistakes. Their lazy kisses and grabbing hands were an extension of that. The two weren't going anywhere for a long time.
"You ate from my supply? How dare you," Nikita playfully nipped at his lip in retaliation. Michael chuckled, pressing his forehead into hers. Their noses brushed, and their smiles sparkled their adoring eyes. They were so ridiculously happy, it was almost unreal. How had they denied themselves that feeling for so long. Sure, there had been other factors and some complicated events in their past. Yet that all seemed unimportant since they were in each other's arms. All that mattered then was their pure joy.
Fingers gently brushed at hair and caressed cheeks. It was as though they had to touch one another to assure they were really there; Michael really was in Nikita's bed, the morning after they moved forward in their relationship. There was no need to question that fact. If their actions weren't proof of their need to be together, then their words were. He was with her, and she was with him, for as long as possible. They were going to be partners in crime and in life. Relief and joy flooded him at just the thought, "You know, if I really think about it, I don't think I've ever been anywhere more amazing."
Nodding, Nikita grinned into their next kiss. To remember that only a day ago she and Michael were at each other's throats, overwhelmed with hurt, was insane. If the two had just talked before, they would've been in that happy place so much sooner. Honestly, though, she didn't hate that fact. It proved how much they wanted to be together. All that pain and heartache were survivable since they were at peace. They fought so hard to be there- nothing could change that. Her brown eyes were alight with that adoration, "It's true. This room is the most amazing place I've ever been in my entire life."
"So let's stay. We shouldn't go," Michael whispered against her lips. He knew that wasn't going to be possible. He couldn't stay at Nikita's safehouse forever. Although she had a signal jammer that interfered with his tracker, he was still at Division. Questions would be raised if he was absent for long. And if he was going to be her new mole, he couldn't let any suspicion fall on him. He just couldn't bring himself from moving from her arms. His heart had him glued in place. He continued to kiss her and caress her, as she returned each and every affection. It was bliss. It was heaven.
Michael ignored all promptings to return to work. That hellhole could wait. He pulled Nikita closer to him, kissing her deeper than he had been. Her hand skimmed low on his abdomen, while her fingers traced his muscles. Encouraged, he slipped a hand under the waistband of her underwear to play with her ass. She thrusted her hips into his, and entwined their legs. Teasingly, she pulled away from the kiss and smiled against his lips, "You can help me clean the windows. You're taller and can reach up higher. Ooh. Or, you can buy me a new computer. Something way better than the one you shot…"
His hand wandering from her ass to her wet het made her trail off. She wasn't being entirely serious anyway (other than cleaning the windows). And when Michael touched her, she fell silent. All thoughts left Nikita. She canted into him, a quiet moan escaping her. He couldn't help but smirk and press another finger into her. She kissed him more passionately and thoroughly. He wanted to chuckle at her eagerness, but the same feeling washed over him as she ground down on his hand. Determined to not waste the moment, he began to slowly pump and swirl, "Does this make up for it?"
"Michael…" Was all Nikita managed to say. She found herself nodding, however, as his kisses burned against her lips. She gasped and moaned, leg lifting to give Michael better access. He was gentle and tender with her. He wanted to take his time in working her up. She retaliated by palming him through his boxers. It was his turn to gasp and moan. Smirking, she slowly massaged his hardening length. Their kisses turned breathy and sloppy the more they teased each other. Their hips started to become more urgent as well, but they held them off. They finally had the time to worship one another, and they weren't going to take it for granted.
Eventually, Michael unhooked her bra with one hand and pulled down her underwear with the other. Nikita hurriedly took off her garments, and started to rip at his. But he nudged her upwards, shifting beneath her on the mattress. She excitedly took the hint. He kissed her inner thighs first, nipping at her warm skin. A hum of contentment built in her chest. She reached behind her and continued to massage him. The action drove him to lick and suck. In response, she gasped and gripped him hard. Their softness and gentleness from before vanished. Neediness took over.
She managed to draw him out of his boxers without looking, and pull and squeeze. He held her hips tightly, keeping her in place as he devoured her. Nikita soon lost her mind, her hand stilling on him. All she could pay attention to was the sensational pleasure Michael was giving her. Since she had stopped tormenting him, he could completely focus on her. Her moans stirred him on. It wasn't much longer before she was falling over the edge. She gasped and writhed, and fell back when she crashed down to Earth. He chuckled with her half laying on top of him, continuing to kiss her thigh. She sighed.
"Hold on. I gotta remember how to think," Nikita held onto his hand as he moved to sit up. Her head had fallen off the small mattress, but it allowed the blood to rush back to her mind. Michael laughed, and placed a tender kiss to her knuckles. He knew she was ridiculous. Yet he never really saw her be silly. It was refreshing and light; it made him want to be silly in return. He pulled at her leg so he head could rest back on the bed, and inched ticklish fingers up her bronze skin. She shrieked and laughed, the sound holy to his ears. He laughed along with her, and trailed kisses after his hands. Not being able to take much more of it, she flipped him onto his back. Both were still giggling and smiling. Joy had enveloped them.
With Michael on his back, however, a wicked idea overcame Nikita. She was going to repay him for the pleasure he brought her. Kissing her way down his abdomen, she ripped off his boxers. He gasped when he realized what she was doing, and gathered her hair in his hands. The instant her lips met him, he moaned. She smirked around him. She licked and sucked, driving him insane. His fingers twisted through her hair, lost to the feeling. Her talented mouth was going to end things if he didn't get her to stop. He wanted the moment to last for far longer. But it took everything in him to pull her away, "Nikita… If you don't stop that, it'll be over way too soon."
Brown eyes flashed mischief at Michael. Nikita surged upwards and kissed him fiercely. He fought through his surprise, and wrapped her tightly in his arms. They rolled on the small bed, settling into a comfortable position. Pillows and sheets got thrown off in the process. But they had already been in disarray from her sleeping habits. Soon, they were grinding against one another, moaning breathily. She reached for the nightstand, and fished around for a condom. When it took her a tad too long, he moved to help. She got one and tossed it to him in triumph. He rolled his green eyes and she wiggled, "Prove it."
Both moaned as he slid inside her. Nikita set a rhythm that Michael willingly followed. Their lips were fused together, and their hands roamed to caress and hold. His fingers dug through her hair again, cradling her head. She held tightly to his biceps, snapping her hips feverishly. Lips traveled across cheeks, jaws, necks, and foreheads. They breathed each other's names on heated gasps. She clutched at the headboard at some point to steady herself as she rocked and thrusted. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, and whispered against her temple, "Let go. I have you. I got you."
He helped her stay steady while their hips moved wildly. Nikita's moans were growing out of control the faster their rhythm became. Michael continued to whisper sweet nothings, following each statement with a kiss. She was soaring towards her peak, about to lose control. One more kiss and words of adoration sent her spiraling. He was close behind her, her name on his lips. Their happiness and bliss enveloped them completely. They held securely to each other's hands, and gently kissed one another until their hearts calmed. Smiles and small bits of laughter didn't leave them.
"I'm glad you stayed," Nikita eventually breathed. Her lazy grin and momentary giggles made Michael's heart swell. He didn't have a response, other than to kiss her again, and again, and again. She had no problem with that. She kissed him back, letting joy flow through them. Her safehouse really was the most amazing place ever. It let the two of them finally be together. It let them be happy.
