Set sometime in season 3. What Mikita was up to during the middle of chapter 15.
All of the blood rushed out of her head. Nikita had it bad for Michael. The engagement ring on her finger was evident enough of that. That more so symbolized her devotion and love for him than anything else, however. Her hips snapping while all they were doing was kissing proved how wrapped in his spell she was. It was sort of comical how turned on she was. Sure, she had teased him in the motel. But the heated looks he had given her urged her on. If the two hadn't been sharing a room with Sean and Alex, they would've acted a whole lot sooner. It was inevitable that the two would escape and make-out against the van. They had survived a mission together, watched each other strip to combat the burning heat in the motel, and flashed flirty gazes with tantalizing actions. They had been driven mad. The first opportunity to leave the room was taken with way too much enthusiasm, not that the couple cared.
Their van was parked at the back of the motel, allowing Michael and Nikita to devour one another immediately. Hearts were already pounding and breaths already came in small gasps and moans. He blamed the ice cube she had slowly dragged along her sweat slicked bronze skin in an effort to cool down. The movements had mesmerized him, causing him to stare. She had caught his looks, and purposefully ran the ice along the parts of her that he wanted to touch. She was absolutely maddening. Although she was very much aware of that, she thought the strong pull to one another was just them. She might've teased him, but they were always drawn to each other like that. It was a sort of magnetism they couldn't break.
They didn't want to break it, anyway. Nor did they want to break their kiss. It was intense and needy, heated breaths passed between parted lips. Michael had been slammed against the side of the van as Nikita attacked him with greedy hands and lips. Quick to return the favor, he pulled her flush against him. Their hips rolled and surged for each other, and their fingers dug into clothing in an attempt to bring the other closer. The killer heat and humidity outside had no effect on them; they could barely even register it. Minds and bodies were only focused on one thing. The feel of their partner moving so wildly and desperately against them had the couple completely captivated.
Eventually, Michael remembered the car keys in his pocket. He fished them out, hurriedly unlocking the van so they could climb in. Nikita shoved him towards the back instead of the driver's side, though. The seats were already down. They wouldn't have to stop or separate. He followed her silent suggestion willingly. The two climbed into the back of the vehicle, their fiery pace undeterred. In fact, once the door was shut and they had their privacy, they were far more passionate. She was in his lap, grinding her untamed hips. He thrusted to meet her, strong hands holding to her waist. He tried to be mindful of his prosthetic; he hadn't earlier when he was distracted by her, and he broke a piece of the already broken A/C unit. But she honestly didn't seem to care. She kissed him thoroughly, drawing his mind away from the potential problem.
Clothes were an annoying barrier between them. Hands and fingers pulled at the fabric to slip underneath and caress heated skin. However, their hips were desperate to connect without shorts and underwear blocking them. The friction they had created by gyrating wasn't enough, even if they were moaning hotly. Despite wanting to have his fiancée right then and there, Michal at least wanted to turn the A/C on. It was stifling in the backseat, and their actions weren't making it any better. As he moved to start the van and switch on the air, Nikita took the moment to rip off her tanktop and bra. By the time her fiancé turned back around, her chest was bare. He couldn't help but gape.
It wasn't for long, though. Once she started to laugh at his expense, he pulled her into him. His lips attached to her breasts, kissing and teasing, as his hands tugged at the button of her shorts. She moaned, the sound reverberating in the closed space. Her own fingers tripped along the fly of his shorts, but she couldn't pay attention to anything besides the feel of his mouth. Nikita still found better success at unfastening the clothing than Michael, though. His prosthetic wouldn't cooperate. He had trouble with his clothing at times; undressing her wasn't any easier. In frustration, he simply yanked at the waistband. She lost balance, and fell off her knees onto her ass. However, she just laughed and brought him to her for a gentle kiss. The affection melted his frustrations and he smiled.
While she finally wiggled out of her shorts, underwear, and sandals, he threw off his t-shirt. He only managed to kick off his shoes before she was on him again. She was back to kissing him thoroughly, her hand slipping through the opening of his shorts. She grabbed him hard and throbbing through his boxers, massaging and twisting. Michael moaned against her lips. Always one for fairness, he slipped two fingers into her soaking wet heat. Both cursed. Nikita stilled for a moment as he pumped and swirled. She had to collect her muddled thoughts before continuing to give him pleasure in return. At least she was able to remove the rest of his clothing first. There was nothing stopping her from tugging him all she wanted.
Hot, breathy moans filled the backseat of the van. The high powered A/C couldn't be heard over the sounds of pleasure. Though, Michael was a bit more determined to get Nikita off than her. His non-dominant hand was awkward in riling her up. He still wasn't used to using only his left hand for certain things. His prosthetic remained lamely at her waist. Despite never hurting her with it, and her constantly assuring him that he wouldn't, he was terrified of crushing or pinching her. The fake was stronger than his hand had ever been; he wasn't sure if he could control it. But she didn't care if he accidentally hurt her. She trusted him, and knew without a doubt he'd never do it on purpose. She slipped her fingers through the prosthetic's, and held tightly to him.
The tender action caused him to thrust into her hand and pump his fingers harder into her. She soon lost it. Nikita broke their kiss, forehead pressed against her fiancé's as she nearly screamed in moans. Michael didn't stop. He slowed down and placed gentle kisses along her neck, but he continued to drive her higher and higher. His fiancée couldn't take much more of it. She massaged him roughly until his hips thrusted of their own accord. A wicked smirk overcame her, and she settled back in his lap. Quickly, he wrapped secure arms around her and shifted them into a more comfortable position. She dug around for his wallet, while their hips thrusted shallowly and he nipped at her collarbone. As soon as she removed a condom he thankfully brought along, they rolled it into place.
When their hips connected, moans overcame the couple. They continued their feverish pace, not daring to give up that feeling. Kisses were sloppy as the two gasped and as their hearts pounded. Their caresses were more fierce holds to keep their wild bodies in place, than tender touches. The way Nikita and Michael thrusted and gyrated, however, that was a good thing. They'd ensure the other was safe and secure. Even as their hips snapped and twisted, lost to complete and total passion, they'd hold on to each other. They would never dare to let go.
With a talented hand slipped between them, Nikita was approaching another orgasm. She was so close to the edge, her movements and kisses desperate. Michael thrusted into her hard, and she fell over. Her back arched, and her head snapped back. Moaning loudly, she rode him through her pleasure. He wasn't far behind her that time. A few more pulses of his hips, and he was over the edge with her. Nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck, he breathed her in and placed butterfly kisses along her skin as he moaned. It took them both a moment to recollect thoughts, breaths, and heartbeats. The couple was too wrapped in one another to separate yet. But they could at least calm together, and kiss their way down from their high.
There was a reason the two had escaped the shared motel room to the van- other than to have sex, of course. Michael and Nikita had to get a part for the broken A/C unit from the hardware store, preferably before Alex and Sean succumbed to the heat and killed somebody. Except, the couple didn't want to move; they wanted to continue drinking each other in. After all, they kinda forgot what part they needed to buy. They could get a box fan from the convenience store around the corner, however, and it should be fine. For the moment, it was all about them. The intense effect they had on one another was all that mattered. They were glad they had found that peace in the craziness around them.