Set sometime between seasons 3 and 4. Bonya helping each other relax.
"Hey. You need a break," Softly, Sonya approached Birkhoff as he hunched over his computer setup. They had been floating from safehouse to safehouse for a weeks, his rig taking the brunt of the moves as he couldn't set it up completely. There were talks of finding a permanent location. But being enemies of as powerful of an organization as the Shop, made that less than ideal. It was a problem Ryan was working out, however, giving Sonya time to work on other issues. Her boyfriend hacking non-stop was definitely one of those. Staring at a computer screen for so long while in a cramped position wasn't healthy. It also wasn't helping his mission. Taking a break would only do him good.
"I'm fine," He barely noticed his girlfriend gently massaging his tense shoulders, though. Birkhoff found an article about something he deemed important, and immediately forwarded it to Michael. The team wasn't certain where he was at other than chasing down the few leads he had. Yet it really didn't matter. He'd check in when he had to. Hopefully whatever the nerd sent the agent helped. They were running on limited funds, equipment, and personnel. It was becoming too much; the war was never ending, and they were losing more than they were gaining.
"No quip or innuendo? You sure you're alright?" But Sonya had to move past the things in their crusade that could drag them down. That lack of morale would certainly be the thing that made them lose for good. Some sort of hope or spirits had to be up. If that wasn't the case, then at least they could still get each other to smile. Birkhoff couldn't help but chuckle at his girlfriend's joke. His fingers finally stopped typing, and he relaxed in his chair. Her gentle massage helped him breathe and loosen the tension he held in his shoulders. Yet as comforting and assuring as that was, it wasn't enough to stop himself from thinking the worst.
"It's getting bad out there. We need to find her," They had fallen into the habit of not saying her name. Michael's silent, hurt filled expressions whenever they mentioned Nikita forced the rest of the team to sort of dance around the subject. Even with him gone, actively hunting her down, they didn't say her name. It hurt everyone that she left. Maybe they could find some understanding in what she had done- she had always been sacrificial, deeming everyone else's life more important than hers. But shouldn't they have enough trust in one another to know that they would survive together. It was consistently better when they worked as a team. Running away into the unknown, no matter how heroic the intention, only led to more hurt.
"I know. That's why Alex is accepting that UN job, and I'm going to help her," Sonya admitted hers and Alex's plan. They had talked it out with Ryan, who agreed that it was a good idea, and they messaged it to Michael, who didn't respond. However, Birkhoff had been too preoccupied with his hacking to hear the whole scheme. Puzzled, his head fell back to stare at his girlfriend. She sighed, and moved to sit on the edge of the desk in front of him. Their legs brushed and intertwined. He grabbed hold of her hand, "We know the Shop has a heavy hand in human trafficking. If we stop their supply lines, then we can draw them out."
"That'll be better than Michael running off on scant leads," Although Birkhoff wasn't fond of the idea of Alex and Sonya going off on their own, he understood why it was necessary. Besides, the two women could take care of themselves. That didn't mean he wouldn't be obsessively checking in with his girlfriend to ensure she was safe and sound. She wouldn't mind that, though. She could also make certain he was alright with those conversations. Often, she was concerned with how intently her boyfriend studied his computer. She could get hyper-focused like that as well, but she knew when to take a break. He had to be persuaded.
Fortunately, Sonya knew the perfect way to do that. Relaxation was needed in order to keep fighting their war. Stress couldn't eat away at the team; they were damaged and broken enough. Above all else, they had to be able to breathe and care for themselves. How could they save the world if they couldn't save themselves, after all. So, sensually, Sonya slid off the desk to step between Birkhoff's parted thighs. He continued to hold one of her hands, but her other tangled in his hair. She hovered her lips over his, and he brought himself closer to her to kiss her. She pulled back slightly with a smirk, "I know. Now. I was serious about taking a break. You need to relax, Seymour. And I have just the idea to help with that."
"How can I say 'no' to you?" His frustrated and desperate thoughts had already begun to melt away with Sonya in his arms. There was still what felt like a million things left to do. And who knew what kind of horrors were awaiting them next in their crusade. Yet facing it all with a clear mind would do them wonders. Birkhoff was aware that his unparalleled hacking skills suffered greatly whenever he was stressed or tired. He could take a moment to reset before diving in for more. Someone on their team had to have a level head. And with the analyst drowning in data, the rogue off being a rogue again, the agent hopelessly following after her, and the young woman scrambling to move them forward, it was up to the nerds to have clarity.
All of that left Birkhoff's head the second Sonya kissed him, however. It became just the two of them for a glorious moment. No wars, no drama, no stress existed in their bubble. It was pure peace and quiet that they could never take advantage of. Gentle hands caressed cheeks and pulled each other even closer. Lips were fused in a sweet affectionate kiss that was growing more passionate by the second. The couple should move to their makeshift bedroom in the hastily found safehouse they were in. They could have privacy, and a better chance to relax. But they didn't want to move just yet. They wanted to keep kissing and touching like they had all the time in the world together.
It wasn't the case. But Sonya and Birkhoff could pretend. They were allowed to pretend that the outside world didn't matter. That was true as they kissed. Who knew something so small could be so powerful. Yet, then again, when had a kiss ever been small. It was monumental in its ability to express such strong affection. Even a quick peck on the lips expressed more than words could convey. It was love and devotion and peace and power and all those things that came with being in a committed relationship. Nothing else could compare to a kiss, especially the ones Birkhoff and Sonya shared.
Eventually, all that kissing and touching was too much for the chair. Birkhoff got to his feet, and pulled Sonya along after him. The two stumbled to their bedroom, lips never daring to separate. That caused them to bump into a couple of walls, except it didn't stop their passion. If anything, it brought them closer together, hips glued and hands fixed. Somehow, the couple crashed through the door to their room and managed to lock it shut behind them. The bed wasn't so much of a priority then. Hands had pulled at clothing to be able to caress heated skin. They needed to feel more of it, and they needed it then. There was no use in denying it. Why not just fall right into oblivion as soon as possible.
Sometimes the couple could be lazy in their kisses and holds. They were slow and tender and attentive. Other times, fiery need took over and they were left fighting for panted breath between the sheets. That moment seemed to be a mixture of both. Birkhoff took his time in worshiping her cocoa skin, while he tore off her clothes. And Sonya laid tender kisses to his sweet lips and scruffy jaw, while her hips thrusted hard against him. The heat stirring between them created moans and gasps to fill the air. There was a murmur of names as well, as if to solidify that they were really together. They probably wouldn't be able to let their stress melt away if that wasn't the case. The couple needed one another in order to breathe.
Though breathing certainly wasn't an issue as Sonya shoved Birkhoff on the mattress. He collapsed against the pillows, reaching to pull her along with him. They had had bigger and better beds, yet they weren't going to complain. What they had was perfect to pass out on in exhaustion at night, and to cuddle closely and securely. Besides, the truly determined could make anything work. And the couple was beyond determined to have one another. Their kisses never appeared to stop. They simply grew in intensity as they moved from lips, to necks, to breasts, and back to lips. Hands were intense as well as they held, grabbed, touched, and teased where they wanted each other most.
Underneath all that intensity, however, was a love that burned so hotly they weren't sure how else to express it. The emotion certainly caught the two by surprise after they had spent months antagonizing one another. But it was undeniable. And Sonya and Birkhoff would never dare back down from it then. Especially when they had one another right where they wanted on the bed. Her hips were grinding against his, creating almost unbearable friction. He gripped her waist to slow her. But as he had said, how could he deny her. His hands acted of their own accord, one moving to massage her breast, the other slipping down to where they were not quite yet joined. He touched her, and she moaned, stilling her actions. He was able to sit them both upwards and kiss her fiercely.
Urgently, she grabbed for a condom and tossed it at him. He chuckled at her eagerness, but still followed the silent order. While Birkhoff was preoccupied with placing the protection, Sonya fell to her back and yanked him after her. It was her turn to giggle at his surprise. Yet it didn't last long. His hard length slowly entered inside her wet heat and thoughts and laughter melted away. Their hips began to snap and thrust, and their limbs wrapped around each other tightly. They needed one another as close as possible. They already felt so much, but there had to be more- more that they could feel their hearts beating as one, more that there was no clear separation of their bodies, more that no matter what they knew nothing could drive them apart.
Strong strokes, as well as hands that knew exactly where to touch weren't the only things sending the couple to oblivion. Soft words of love and encouragement were husked against lips between thorough kisses. There was no doubt in knowing the effect they had on one another. If their hearts weren't to be believed, then definitely their moans. Sonya's grew wild once Birkhoff caressed her where they were joined. Quickly, she was enveloped in overwhelming passion, and her hips bucked against his with untamed fever. With her excited actions and gasps, he wasn't far behind her in falling over the edge. He had to join her in that high, moaning and moving just as powerfully.
"Thank you so much for the break," As soon as they had settled their hearts and breaths, cleaned themselves, and decided to burrow under the covers with each other in their arms, Birkhoff smiled. Sonya laughed brightly, shaking her head where it was placed in the crook of his neck. The couple continued to laugh and tease, however, finding new ways to joke around and be playful. Their war could crash back around them later. It should only be the two of them for a little while longer. They weren't going to stop themselves, they were too filled with the happiness only they could bring. It was a rare moment of calm amidst the storm. They should cherish that for as long as they could.
Thank you so much for sticking with me through 50 of these one shots! I really appreciate it!