"Hey," Birkhoff's head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. He had already set up the security for the new safehouse and texted the information to Sonya. So she had to be the only one entering. A quick jolt of panic shot through him, regardless. The bastards had found their old place (granted, it was Michael and Nikita's actual house) who was to say they hadn't found that one. His fiancée walking through the door instantly calmed him, though. There was no need to worry when she was back with them. He rubbed the sleep out of his bleary eyes, a little surprised that he had fallen asleep in the first place. But all that fell aside as she approached him with an easy smile. He grinned back.
"Did you wait up for me?" Her brown eyes glittered in amusement at the fact. Sonya brushed Seymour's long hair out of his face, and gave him a quick welcoming kiss. She had told her fiancé she wouldn't arrive at the safehouse until the middle of the night. She had hoped he would've gotten some sleep. Instead, he stayed up to work and eventually passed out at his desk. Could she really blame him for that, though. She was sure she would've done the same. It wasn't like it was an easy trip to the new place. With the bastards on their tail, they had to stay extra vigilant. It was difficult to rest when someone you love was in that kind of potential danger.
"Just making sure the rig's set up," Birkhoff deflected. Maybe it was a habit that made him not want to admit how soft he had gotten. Nonetheless, it was a stupid thing to do. Why would Sonya judge him for that. He tried to shake off his statement by indicating the computer system he had gotten in place. Security was the first thing he established, followed by Wifi and other connections. Jumping to safehouse to safehouse in the past made him a bit of an expert in configuring everything fairly quickly. Shadownet and Shadowbot were the last few things he had to set up. But that would be a snap once he connected all his portable devices. His computer systems were some of the things he was most proud of. That, and the family he built around him. The smile he continued to flash his fiancée proved as much. Yet she rolled her eyes.
"Seymour, we're engaged. It's okay that you stayed up for me," Hopping up to sit on a rare cleared space on his desktop, Sonya lightly chastised. Seymour simply huffed, but his smile never faltered. She wanted to laugh, except her own bright grin etched its way across her features. Being engaged shouldn't have changed how they felt for each other. It was just a different step in their relationship, solidifying that they wanted to be together forever. However, the couple was enveloped by the lightness and happiness of that fact. Even with a crusade and bastards, things didn't seem so grave or disastrous- not when they had one another's arms to turn towards for comfort and warmth.
"Just. Never could settle in easily with a new place," The two were also emboldened and at peace with the other in their life. Birkhoff was able to admit that fact about himself without fear of teasing. Not that his friends would make fun of him for that, talking to Sonya about those things was simply easier. He didn't like moving from one place to the next. It was difficult to sleep when he knew the reason the team had to move was because someone was chasing them. It didn't take long for those fears to subside, yet his nightmares were fairly nasty. Sleeping by himself didn't go over well. But with his fiancée by his side, he could ground himself to a wonderful reality.
"Awe. I missed you too," She could've comforted him for that fact- and she probably would later- but ignoring it seemed like the better idea. It got her fiancé to laugh, after all. Sonya giggled along with Seymour, resting a hand on his cheek. He moved his chair closer to her, and laid a hand on her calf. As he gently massaged her muscle, she leaned down to give him another kiss. The affection was far deeper and longer than the first. It was a proper expression of seeing each other again after a long while. His hands slowly ran up her legs, as hers tenderly framed his face and twirled his hair. They two were fortunate to be the only ones awake. There was no one to stop them from sharing their love and devotion.
If someone were to tell Birkhoff ten years ago that he would be so soft and grossly in love with someone, he would've scoffed and possibly shot them. Hell, he would've had the same reaction if someone told him he'd escape Division and help burn it, Percy, and Amanda to the ground. But there he was, with strange yet beautiful dreams come true. He couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Sonya returned the joy, shifting to the edge of the desk so they could be even closer. Their kisses slowed as they began to giggle at their eagerness. They were thrilled with one another. He thought it was a little ridiculous, "Are we turning into one of those couples that can't be separated for long?"
"Hon, we live and work together. We're already there. Just let it happen," Whispering against his lips, Sonya reminded him. Seymour accepted his fate, and continued to kiss his fiancée. Soon, he got to his feet in order for them to be even closer. He stepped between her parted thighs while she wrapped her arms around his waist. The engaged couple should move to their bedroom; they didn't want to make the same mistakes of other couples on their team, who slept together in common areas. However, neither wanted to separate just yet. They wanted to continue enjoying their kisses and caresses without interruption. It was a rare moment alone for them (when they weren't in their room) they had to relish in every single second.
"For you, sure," Birkhoff made his agreement sound more nonchalant than he meant. He was completely serious in following Sonya to the ends of the Earth, hardly ever separating. Although her eyes rolled again, she melted at the sentiment. Their kiss grew more passionate, and their hands grew more daring as they explored heated bodies. The two seriously had to move to another room. At least their minds were able to grab hold of that idea, getting them to move from the desk towards the hallway. Lips never parted, and hands never stopped their excited touches. Soft moans started to build as the thought of where their night was going settled around the couple. It was definitely a good thing he stayed up waiting for her.
"You're disgusting."
Startled heads snapped in the direction of the sleepy yet still judgmental voice. Nikita stood in the entrance to the livingroom, a smirk pulling at her full lips. She looked as though she had just gotten up, dark hair and revealing pajamas wild and twisted. Feeling guilty (and embarrassed) like it was her fault their friend was awake, Sonya pulled away from her fiancé. It hadn't seemed like it at the time, but maybe they made too much noise. Of course the light sleeper would come to investigate. Birkhoff had the suspicion that she was up for another reason, however. Annoyed at her rude interruption, he grumbled, "What are you doing up?"
"I'm hungry," Nikita shrugged. She hadn't gotten to eat with the rest of the team; she was still nauseous, so she settled for her anti-nausea smoothie. Since several hours had passed, her stomach was finally demanding food. While Birkhoff and Sonya rolled their eyes, she moved to the kitchen to grab something quick and easy to eat. She thought she would've found Kyle in there, but he was nowhere in sight. In fact, there was no evidence that the injured man had entered the safehouse at all. Confusion gripped her, and she turned to the nerds concerned, "Where's Kyle?"
"Oh. He's sleeping in the car. I need help getting him inside," Suddenly remembering, Sonya informed her fiancé and friend. She had meant to tell Seymour when she entered the safehouse that with Kyle's injuries it would be best if two people helped him inside. But she was so wrapped up in his presence, it slipped her mind. Besides, the Connelly shouldn't have been released from the hospital so soon. The team needed to keep him safe from the bastards, however, so they more or less broke him out. They could ensure his safety easier if he stayed and healed with them. There was going to be some adjusting from all of them, though. Apparently not forgetting he was roped in to their crusade had to be one of the adjustments.
"Awe, cute. You were so distracted by Nerd that you forgot the sleeping injured man in your car," Choking back laughter, Nikita replied. She tried to hide her giggles with the granola bars she pulled out to eat (they were able to bring non-perishable foods with them, but they seriously had to go grocery shopping) yet it was to no avail. Of anyone to forget a person in their car, she wouldn't have thought it'd be Sonya. She was the most levelheaded of the group. Obviously the computer nerds had it bad for one another, but the agent would never have guessed it was let-the-world-fade-away bad. It really was cute- and hilarious.
"Why don't you and your husband go get him?" Birkhoff mumbled. Sure, the three of them could go help Kyle immediately. Or he and Sonya could do it themselves, allowing Nikita to continue eating and Michael to continue sleeping. Yet he wanted to return to his moment with his fiancée. Shouldn't he have been able to be selfish every once in a while. He had stayed up to ensure their security and cyber networks were installed and secured, after all. He should have some reward. No one argued with him about that. Well, Sonya didn't argue because she was too embarrassed to go back out to Kyle and admit she forgot him. And Nikita only agreed because she was dying to tell her husband what she had learned.
"You know, you're grouchier than Alex without any sleep," Although she grabbed her granola bars and moved to inform Michael of what was occurring, Nikita still had to tease Birkhoff. Alex was notorious for biting off their heads whenever she was sleep deprived. The rest of the team honestly wasn't any better, but her piercing glares and Russian curses topped anything they could've come up with. The nerd had to retaliate against the agent for her comment. Yet by the time he could come up with something, she was long gone. He was left grumbling on his own.
"Not to sound like my mother, but your reaction is half the reason Nikita teases you," After a moment, Sonya regained her fiancé's attention. Despite the fact that Nikita and Seymour were mature adults with their own lives, they continued to tease one another like they had all those years ago in Division. It was simply how their friendship worked; they joked around to show how much they cared. However, sometimes, the agent messed with the nerd just to get a reaction out of him- almost like a sister would do to her brother. Maybe if he didn't get so pissed off, she'd stop.
Except, that wasn't what Birkhoff took away from her statement. Just like everyone else on that team, Sonya strived not to talk about her past. She mentioned it here and there whenever they talked of more serious things, but she didn't bring up her parents. He couldn't blame her. Their death left a huge impact on her. Though, he still wanted to know what they were like. Solemnly, he approached his fiancée and grasped her hands in his. She glanced at him in confusion, yet he pushed right past it, "You don't talk about your mom."
"So don't you," The deflect was instant. But it was fair. Birkhoff didn't talk about his mother for the same reasons as Sonya. The engaged couple's shared familial issues wasn't something to celebrate, though, it did help solidify their relationship and the relationship they had with their found family. It was common shitty ground they knew how to comfort each other from and assure they wouldn't have to go through that hurt and pain alone again. So, in retrospect, who cared if they talked about their mothers or not. The two had each other moving forward, and that was all that mattered.
"Well, there's no need to focus on our past when we have the future to look forward to," Birkhoff stated as much, pulling Sonya into his arms. Her brilliant smile illuminated her features once more. She stepped into his embrace, eager to resume their kisses and caresses from before. They didn't have any more responsibilities, or things to be distracted by. As long as they moved to their bedroom, they could enjoy one another without a single thing stopping them. Eagerness overcame him as well, and he kissed her thoroughly.
They were back to not wanting to separate, despite knowing they had to move. But Seymour and Sonya were willing to risk being caught again. It was simply freeing to not think or be worried about anything. In each other's arms, they found that peace of mind and of heart easily. Those were all realizations the couple had reached before- why else were they engaged. Yet it was warming to be reminded of it. It was wonderful knowing the person you loved most felt and thought the same way you did. She couldn't stop smiling at the fact, forcing her to finally pull away, "You're right. Now. Take me to the bedroom you picked out for us."
"Absolutely, future Mrs. Birkhoff."
While the engaged couple giggled and tripped over each other in a rush to get to their bedroom, the married couple exited theirs. The agents were completely ignored by how wrapped in happiness Birkhoff and Sonya were. Yet, they could never say anything about it. Michael shared a look with his wife, who was pretending to gag. A few moments ago, he was irritated that he and Nikita were forced to get Kyle when they were sleeping and eating. But after seeing the nerds be grossly affectionate, he relaxed. If he had been in their position, he would've pushed off responsibilities to someone else as well, "Oh, wow. That is disgusting."
"Well no one does lovey-dovey quite like us," Taking her husband's hand in hers, Nikita smiled dreamily. Michael laughed, and gave her the kiss she silently asked for. When her grin brightened, he gave her another one just for himself. Satisfied, his wife tugged him after her to quickly grab Kyle and help him settle in the safehouse. Then, once that was all accomplished, they could have their own fun like the nerds were currently up to. First night in the new house, and they were already up to crazy shit as a team. Who knew what else was in store for them.