Set after 4x06 "Canceled". Some Newlywed brightness.
Nikita wasn't certain what had woken her. It was a kind of all of the sudden thing, where her eyes snapped open and her body was fully aware of its surroundings. She was curled tightly on her side, the covers wrapped snugly around her while her head laid nowhere near the pillow. Her muscles were a bit stiff and sore from the position, which was probably what woke her, but she had no intention of stretching out just yet. Michael was slumped in the bed right next to her. Their noses were brushing, and his arm was slung protectively over her. She felt the need to move impossibly closer to him. They hadn't fallen asleep like that; their bodies simply shifted closer and closer to each other as they slept. A brilliant smile bloomed across her full lips at the fact. Years together hadn't dulled their magnetism. She couldn't help but revel in that freeing feeling and whisper into the still air, "Hey."
"Hey," A gruff, smoky voice barely responded. Nikita always thought of herself as a light sleeper. She'd snap awake at the smallest of noises. But, somehow, Michael slept even lighter. She swore that everytime she woke up, he was already awake. She had felt guilty about it at first, thinking her nightmares and thrashing were the reasons he wasn't sleeping well. But he assured her that he didn't need much sleep. He drifted in and out of sleep often, either just because or due to his own nightmares. No matter what, however, as long as she was in bed next to him he could be calm and actually rest. Even if she woke him up on purpose.
"So, you not needing much sleep is true," Nikita's brilliant grin didn't fade. She entwined her legs with Michael's, and bumped her nose against his. Although his eyes remained closed, he sighed and helped settle them into a comfortable position together. Her husband definitely encouraged her. It was rare for him to ever tell her 'no'. Yet, that wasn't the thought that made her want to burst into overjoyed giggles. His inability to deny her had existed since she was a recruit. No, she wanted to burst from happiness because he was her husband. The change in their relationship was still so fresh and new that it continued to surprise her. They were married- for better or worse, through sickness and health, till death do them part. She couldn't believe she actually got to spend forever with the love of her life. She'd kiss him if he weren't half-asleep.
"Did you just wake me up because you're awake?" Michael nearly grumbled. He wasn't upset; he thought it was cute that Nikita wanted to spend every moment she could with him. His sleep addled mind just couldn't comprehend a lot at the moment. He was able to feel his wife nodding her head, at least. That thought broke through the fog and got him to wake a little bit more. She was his wife. He was in bed with the love of his life, who promised to be with him forever. After everything they had been through, the two got to settle into happiness and freedom. His green eyes slowly opened, and caught a glint of bright and adoring gold in her brown eyes. A grin broke out across his face as he nuzzled into her warmth. Drowsiness began to weigh him back down, but he was able to dreamily state, "Go to sleep."
"Make me," Pushing him onto his back, Nikita sat up and straddled his hips. Her excitement and lightheartedness had started to overwhelm her. She wanted to share every ounce of that with Michael. It helped that he had started to wake more. He could easily catch onto her ideas, and no doubt want to join in on them. Their ability to be on the same page might have faltered from time to time. But then, it was as strong as ever. They were so in love and absolutely ready for the bright future ahead of them. Of course he'd be able to read her mind and match her enthusiasm. If only sleep didn't continue to have a hold over him. He glanced up at her confused.
"You want me to knock you out?" The instant the words left his mouth, Nikita collapsed in laughter. Michael still had no clue what she meant. The only way he knew how to make someone go to sleep was with a sleeper's hold. Except, there was no possible way that was what she was referring to. If her laughter hadn't tipped him off to that, then the way she had straddled him would. She wanted something more than sleep. And he felt as though he should've known exactly what that was. Drowsiness just made his processing speed low. He needed things to be spelled out for him until he was fully awake.
She had seriously misguided how awake her husband was. Usually, he could snap himself into alertness. But he must've been feeling more and more restful and at peace while in bed. That was her positive influence over him, and she would celebrate it later. For the moment, however, she wanted to enact other ideas. Nikita should've talked to Michael longer before making a move- get him fully on board with her actions. Yet laughing at how sleepy and adorable he was was just as great. He really could make her happy and carefree no matter what, "No. I want you to tire me out, sleepyhead."
"Oh. Oh!" Realization forced Michael to sit up in excitement. His wife doubled over with laughter again, but that time he laughed along with her. Nikita was absolutely going to tease him for his cluelessness later- hell, she was already teasing him with slightly wiggling hips- yet he'd be able to survive it. He was already chastising himself for not catching her flirty dare earlier. There was no doubt he couldn't make up for it, though. Moving her dark hair out of her face, he softly cradled her cheek. She canted into the touch and rested her forehead against his. Whereas she smiled adoringly, he began to smirk. Before she could wonder what that expression was about, his hips matched the energy set by hers. A soft moan escaped past her throat.
"Now you're awake," Her husked tone and smug grin were melted by the press of his lips on hers. Their bodies were warm and sluggish from sleep. However, their passionate actions added some fire to their movements. The newlyweds kissed thoroughly. Hands roamed through rustled hair, traveling ever so slowly down to shoulders and backs. Hips rolled and thrusted at a far too easy going pace. Yet the goal was to tire one another out, not leave each other wanting more after a simple quickie. A slow build with racing hearts and burning bodies was beyond needed. Neither Michael nor Nikita would take that away from the other.
His t-shirt came off first, mostly because of how tightly she had gripped the fabric. She could feel all of him so warm and sturdy beneath her; she had to force herself to keep the steady pace. Michael wasn't helping as he continued to grind against her. Deft fingers traced his muscles and kept him incredibly close to her. Nikita moaned into kisses, encouraging her husband to tear off her camisole. Instead of continuing the kiss, however, he began to nip and suck along her neck, collarbones, and breasts. Her hips snapped feverishly, and her back bowed giving him better access. But he wasn't just content with that. He shifted them forward so that his wife laid on her back and he hovered above her. His mouth never ceased its tantalizing movements, "I'm properly motivated."
"Shut up and fuck me," It was a mixture of a growl, a moan, and a plea. Nikita's hips were wild against his. She had her legs wrapped tightly around him to ensure his lips didn't travel any lower. Michael was always willing and excellent to pleasure her. And as much as she loved it and liked to return the favor, she just wanted to be connected. The two could slowly drive one another insane from there. The bliss they reached was infinitely better when they were together. Her husband was determined and set in his ways, however. She had to pull at his short locks so that she could kiss him thoroughly once more. While he was distracted by the intense passion, she rolled them over. With him on his back, she was in far greater control to get what she wanted.
He wanted to chuckle at her eagerness and how quickly she became riled up. But the way his wife was kissing him and thrusting her hips short circuited his brain. He couldn't think as well anymore. All he could do was feel her so alive in his hands. Michael held Nikita tightly, caressing and exploring her bronze skin. He found himself pushing up her sleep shorts to trace the tattoo on her hip, while she tried to rip off his pajama pants and boxers. Her hands tripped and fumbled with the waistbands, so she just gave up and gripped him through the fabric. He moaned, and wrapped his arms securely around her waist. His hips thrusted up to meet her, the sensation momentarily stunning her. She took a moment to moan and relish in the feeling, allowing him to change the position once again.
Lifting both of them up, Michael managed to lay Nikita back on the pillows. She glanced up at him with awe, adoration, and lust burning in her brown eyes. The same look was echoed in his green, however she rapidly tore through the moment. Her lips were back on his in a frenzy. Her hands also found better success at removing the rest of his clothing. Not one to be selfish, he whisked off her sleepwear and underwear as well. The newlyweds' fiery kisses and touches slowed for a second. They had finally gotten one another naked, but there was no need to rush moving forward. Although their hips were shallowly thrusting begging to be joined, they enjoyed the mind numbing pleasure that came from simply kissing and touching. That was, until he slid fingers into her wet heat, "Fuck, Nik…"
"Mike…" A breathy moan rushed past her parted lips. While he pumped and swirled tauntingly slow inside her, she tugged at his hard length. Both husband and wife were moaning and gasping more than breathing. It was all going to be over before it ever began. Michael had to tear some of his attention away to dig out a condom from the bedside table. He tried not to halt his movements; Nikita made certain of that. Her hips continued to thrust into his hand, her grip continued to massage him, and her kisses continued to burn against his lips and jaw. He almost gave up the search, she was driving him insane enough as it was. Yet when he found it, triumph washed over him. She kind of wanted to laugh at him, but she was just as overjoyed. He slipped the protection into place, then brought himself home.
The newlyweds smeared kisses while they moaned. A passionate yet steady pace of thrusting hips and caressing hands was set. They were actually going to take their time, and enjoy that freedom and happiness they kept thinking of. Nikita and Michael made certain to express their love not just in action, but with breathy words and searing kisses. They were driven higher and higher by the declarations, and by talented strokes. However, they kept total bliss at bay for just a while longer. Husband and Wife wanted to be in each other's arms for as long as possible. Their caresses, kisses, moans, and thrusts kept them in place and helped them reach oblivion together.
When they eventually and wonderfully soared through pleasure and crashed down to Earth, they moaned hotly and held to one another tightly. Tender whispers of love and gentle kisses brought them down from their high and settled their racing hearts. After cleaning up and fixing the tousled pillows and blankets, Nikita had to admit that she was tired. She curled back into her husband's side, yawning wide. Michael chuckled, but sleep started to pull at him as well. He managed to wrap his arms around his wife and place a kiss to the crown of her head, before slipping back into unconsciousness. The newlyweds were content and comfortable in their sparkling happiness. It filled every moment, whether they were awake or asleep. They were so undoubtedly free.
Sorry for the delay in posting.