A sort of AU for 3x01 "3.0". What if Nikita had her ADHD mind jump after she and Michael had sex in the hotel room.
Nikita was listening to Michael- she really was. It was just that they were in an extravagant hotel room with a gorgeous view of Hong Kong outside its massive windows. With the time it'd take Birkhoff to locate their latest Dirty Thirty, Martin, through street cams, the two had time to relax and enjoy their extended stay. Michael was jumpy and nervous, though. Nikita hoped it wasn't the mission. They had been on more dangerous operations before, just because they were working with the new Division didn't change anything. He was more or less circling around that point as he talked about how their lives would continue to be crazy, so why wait for normalcy. Okay, maybe she wasn't listening that well. But they were alone and they had plenty of time to do nothing. Of course she was distracted by taking off his belt. At least she zoned in at the right time, "I hate waiting."
"Wait," Michael was so focused on the engagement ring in his jacket pocket, that he needed a moment to catch up. He hadn't noticed Nikita taking off his belt. His thoughts were entirely on possibly proposing to his girlfriend. Even when she shoved him to the bed and straddled his hips, he couldn't stop thinking about it. It wasn't as though he had a real plan. He had just seen the ring and knew he had to ask her to marry him. They had talked about spending forever with each other before. Both wanted to live the rest of their lives together. Whether or not that included marriage for her, was a mystery to him- as was finding a moment of peace while continuing their fight.
"Man cannot survive on mission alone," Nikita snapped Michael's attention back to the present as she husked against his lips and began to unbutton his dress shirt. She was right. Only concentrating on operations and their war would eat them alive. They had to breathe and enjoy themselves. She made that point abundantly clear since they entered the room. She was all over him, doing everything she could to get him to relax. He'd be an idiot if he denied her any longer. Besides, he wanted to collapse into the bed with her as well. His thoughts just had to be in order first. But what did that really matter when she was moving so tantalizing above him.
Michael kissed Nikita with the same energy she had shoved him with. Their feverish kiss ignited their hands into movement. She continued to unbutton his shirt, tugging it out of the waistband of his pants as she went. He yanked down the zipper of her dress, and skimmed his knuckles along her spine. Her own comment began to pull at something in the back of her mind. No one could be solely about the mission; even the most hardened Division agents fell to temptation. Yet just as she thought it, her boyfriend thoroughly distracted her. He pressed his hands into the small of her back, and moved his hips upwards to connect with hers. Rolling and thrusting shallowly, her hips had to comply.
A soft moan tore out of her throat. Nikita was growing increasingly restless. She shoved aside his shirt to caress his skin. Her fingers tripped along his muscles, dipping low and playing with his fly. Michael couldn't help but chuckle. His movements matched her pace. He unhooked her bra, and pushed up the hem of her dress. However, her eagerness was unparalleled. It was as though she had been dreaming of that moment for a long time, and she finally got it. She wasn't going to back down or let it slip away. He couldn't blame her for that, not with how passionately they were kissing.
Needing the straps of her clothing to fall loose from her shoulders, Nikita sat up. She tossed aside her bra, and let her dress pool around her waist. Her hips grinded sharply against Michael's, desperate for friction. It was his turn to moan and sit upright. He held tightly to her hips, fingers digging into her curves and ass. Instead of re-attaching his lips to hers, however, he kissed along her neck and collarbone. Hands trailing along his back and pressing into his shoulders, she ensured he was as close as possible. Her hips were wild as his kisses skimmed along her breasts, and she frantically reached for the fly of his pants. He chuckled at her once more. Already, she was getting so worked up and he had to teasingly ask, "How long have you been thinking about this?"
"Since you said 'mister and missus'," Without hesitation, Nikita responded. Michael paused, though, allowing her to push him back down against the pillows. It wasn't the first time they had posed as a married couple for one of their covers; it really wasn't that big of a deal. But the two had been talking so much about their future together recently, that the implication of marriage was exciting. Naturally, she wanted to have sex with her boyfriend when that thought was hanging between them. The fact that they were actually alone probably helped as well. The couple had the freedom to revel in those ideas and feelings as one.
She was just more ready for action than he was. While he contemplated her statement, she wiggled out of her dress and underwear. And although the clothing was still gathered around her ankle, Nikita started to tug at his pants and boxers. The movements finally snapped Michael out of his shock. He shifted his hips to remove the rest of the barrier between them, and to resume their thorough kisses. She brought her body as close to his as possible, untamed hips grinding against his. He rolled them over in a vain attempt to still her. Despite the fact that they were both naked and their kisses and touches were setting them aflame, he wanted to continue the conversation she started. His mind kept drifting back to the ring he had hidden from her, "You really think marriage is in our future?"
"I think anything's in our future," Reaching for his hard length and beginning to massage and pull, Nikita smirked. Michael moaned into his kiss, traveling his lips down to the column of her throat. He wasn't one to take all the pleasure for himself, however. With one hand he teased her breasts, the other he lightly touched her wet heat. Her hips rolled and she moaned at the sensation. She slipped her fingers through his cropped hair, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Her movements stilled in order to kiss him with so much passion. He found himself smiling through the affection. He stopped his actions as well to simply kiss her back and caress her bronze skin. There was no need to rush when so much devotion flowed between the couple.
Eventually, however, their kisses, caresses, and rolling around together wasn't enough to satisfy them. The two continued to tease each other, massaging and touching where they wanted one another the most. Both were aching, and their hips were begging to connect. Nikita was also moaning like crazy, which was driving Michael insane. He regretfully pulled away from her, but only to grab one of the condoms they had brought along with them. They knew themselves far too well; they couldn't be in a hotel room together without needing to have sex. The couple was completely under one another's spell. Yet they wouldn't have it any other way.
With protection in place, Michael hurried back to Nikita. She didn't pull him into her, however. Instead, she shoved him onto the mattress and straddled him once more. Her powerful biceps held him in place, as she slid herself onto him and began to roll her hips. He placed his feet on the bed in order to thrust into her and copy her rhythm. His hands settled on her waist, his thumbs skimming beneath her breasts. Her head fell backwards on a moan. She muttered something about 'harder' and 'fuck', the angle of their thrusts driving all thoughts from her mind. She could only focus on the pleasure their bodies were bringing her. Moving her hips even faster, she soared higher and higher towards her peak.
He was also incredibly close to oblivion, her reactions to his thrusts causing him to moan and curse as well. But he wanted her to reach orgasm first- it was always about her feelings and pleasure over his. So Michael brought a hand to where they were connected, and touched Nikita. She collapsed against him on a scream. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him as they continued to snap their hips. Panting and moaning wouldn't allow them to hold a kiss. Their mouths could only smear against lips, cheeks, and jaws. Her hands were buried in his hair, as she moaned hotly in his ear. The sound was irresistible to him, and he whispered against her temple, "I love you."
The words spoken with such devotion and adoration, along with his talented fingers and strokes, were what finally drove Nikita over the edge. She writhed and gasped, pulling Michael along with her. A few more urgent thrusts of his hips and he was riding the same waves of pleasure. When the moans melted away and their hips had stopped grinding, laughter overcame the couple. They were simply joyful and happy in one another's arms. Why shouldn't they smile and giggle like it was only the two of them in the whole entire world. Their mission and even Division disappeared for the moment. It was bliss.
They did have to clean themselves and settle their hearts, though. Yet once the couple did, they were back to lying in each other's arms. Nikita was definitely right about enjoying the time it would take to complete their op. Michael had no problem telling her so with more kisses and caress. Those affections weren't as urgent as before. They were just declarations of love without saying the divine words. She returned each kiss and caress, beaming the entire time. Giggles escaped out of both of them. The couple was in a bubble of happiness, glad they could be together despite their mission.
"Wait, wait. Ryan said that Martin was on extended assignment for six years," Suddenly breaking from their kiss, Nikita remembered the thought that had pulled at her mind earlier. Everyone fell to temptation. No doubt one of the Dirty Thirties they were hunting would as well. Michael only stared at her, however, dazed and back to playing catch up. She often came to revelations at obscure times. Yet whenever her mind jumped while they kissed, he had to take a second to process it. He was never as fast as her in those instances; he couldn't switch from one topic to the next. While he blinked away the mental fog, she was already prepared for her next adventure, "Six years. So was this guy a monk? I don't think so."
Although naked, Nikita sprang out of bed to call Birkhoff with the idea. Michael still wasn't certain what idea she was thinking of, but watching her leap into action (and taunt the nerd for whatever was occurring between him and Sonya) made him smile. God, she was so amazing. She was amazing, and beautiful, and funny, and smart, and badass, and so incredibly strong. He was beyond in love with her; she was his whole heart. And he knew she felt the same for him. He couldn't wait to find the right time to propose to her. Mission after mission could be damned. Michael was going to marry Nikita. And they were going to live happily ever after.