A Season 1 AU set around 1x13 "Coup de Grace" and 1x14 "The Next Seduction". Mikita falls to temptation while Birkhoff and Alex are on the coms.
Her first thought was that she fucking knew it. She knew all that weird tension between Michael and Nikita revolved around whatever strange relationship they had going on. Alex was glad they were able to work things out; they finally recognized their brooding feelings for one another. That was her second thought: she was relieved they wouldn't be sulking around Division and the loft anymore, full of weighted comments for the other. That thought eventually made her pause, however. Nikita and Michael were still on opposing sides of a battle- a war, really. Nothing got resolved with his declaration. Things actually became a whole lot worse, especially with where they were.
They were supposed to be on a Division mission. Michael was leading a team to grab some sort of damaging intel on a foreign dignitary. Nikita, naturally, was there to stop Percy from using the information for personal gain, and instead hand it off to the proper authorities. Alex had already briefed her about, and they had their own counter measures. The two also figured out a way to have a communication link open that would go unnoticed by Birkhoff. They'd be able to keep each other informed while the rogue caused shit and the mole created internal problems. Everything was going well on their end, until Michael and Nikita ran into each other.
Alex heard fighting from both her Division com and her com with her partner. She wasn't sure if she should've rushed over to help. If she helped Nikita, she'd be exposed as a mole. Yet if she didn't help, they might lose their advantage. It wasn't as though her partner was truly struggling, however. She and Michael were trading sarcastic remarks as well as fists. There were also some biting and hurtful comments that made even Alex wince. Nikita and Michael were having their own moment, and she shouldn't interrupt that. She should just focus on her mission and countermission- that should've been enough help. But then her handler said something that froze her in her tracks. And if the words shocked her, then no doubt it affected the other two far more deeply, "God, you are such a fucking pain in my ass. How do I even love you?"
Thankfully, Alex only heard that through the com she shared with Nikita. Michael must've turned his off while they were trading personal insults; he probably didn't want Division to know all of his business. His foresight was a blessing because if Percy or Amanda knew his feelings for the rogue, then it'd be over for the both of them. Things seemed to be already falling apart for the two at the moment. The fight between them stopped. They were at a standstill. And Nikita, who was ever so unflappable, was stammering. She had no idea how to respond or even think, "You… you lo… I'm a pain in the ass?"
"Oh, Nikki," Birkhoff sighed. He whispered his comment, yet he still cast his eyes around Ops to ensure no one heard him. Everyone was focused entirely on the mission; no one knew anything about what was occurring between the agent and the rogue. That allowed the nerd to breathe a whole lot easier. Even if Nikita had become the enemy, he didn't want anything disastrous to happen to her. It was a blessing Michael turned off his com, though Birkhoff was still able to hear everything- one of the perks of being the best hacker. He had meant to end the line of communication completely and leave the two to whatever it was between them. But the confession had him entirely engaged, as did the poor response. He had seen those two dance around each other for years, and if that was how it all came to a head then he had to witness it.
Neither Michael nor Nikita were aware of what was happening around them. From the moment they had each other in their sights, the whole world disappeared. It was all about them, the words they threw at each, and how close their bodies had gotten with their fighting. It was easy for things like missions and wars to fade away when they were touching and sharing space. Although they were fighting, it was the closest the two could actually get to one another. That was, until Michael said that he loved her. Nikita was still trying to process the information. The fact that they both held each other in a tight fighter's grip didn't help. Yet, soon, he relaxed and flashed her his charming half-smile, "Among other things."
"There's my Michael," Nikita relaxed as well. She couldn't help but smile in return. Michael's green eyes were sparkling. He glanced at her with more love and devotion than his words had conveyed. The bitterness that had been brewing between them as they fought seemed to vanish for the moment. They weren't intending to hurt one another anymore, make them feel the pain they had experienced due to the other. There wasn't really a need when those crooked grins, bright eyes, and teasing comments returned to them. For a moment, it was how things were between them back when they were at Division together. But they couldn't ignore their opposing sides or pain much longer. The two could for the time being, though, at least long enough for the pull of their bodies to be crashed into.
"Nik… Nope I'm turning that off," Alex tried to gain her partner's attention. She wasn't sure why- it was just silent for a while and she was concerned. But then she heard what she was certain was Nikita and Michael making out. After that, she simply turned off her com. It was extremely dangerous for the two of them to be kissing on a Division mission. But honestly, the young woman didn't want to get involved with that. She should focus entirely on the mission, have the world saving fall on her. That'd be best for everyone. However, she had no idea how she could explain her handler's absence to the others, "Yo, B. Michael's uh…"
"Yeah. Gotcha. You can still access the server room the next corridor over," Fortunately, Alex didn't have to think too hard; Birkhoff also switched off his feed to Michael's com to pour all his attention into the operation. He should've snapped the agent out of it with Nikita. That make-out session could only bring the two hell. But he didn't have it in him. Despite everything that had happened during the Division versus rogue war, the nerd still wanted what was best for his friends. And as terrible as the timing was, them admitting their feelings was a great thing. The two just had to figure everything else out. Him interrupting wouldn't have helped.
It was a blessing no one dared to disturb Michael and Nikita. The two weren't in a secure enough space- any little thing could break them apart and cause whatever was forming between them to shatter. They needed their moment alone together to build back up what had been lost. Talking might get them there faster than kissing. But, God, did it feel so good. They wrapped each other in a different hold then- a far more comforting embrace than one born of fighting. Hands began to grab and roam, not intending to hurt but to feel every inch of the other. The two were already extremely close, yet they had to be even closer. It certainly helped make the world melt away even more.
Tender kisses had enveloped them first. Except as more and more passion overcame the agent and the rogue, their kiss grew thorough and fierce. A sense of finality had washed over them. Nikita and Michael had kissed like that before, a fire sparked of pure attraction. But that time, there was more to it. There was love hanging between them, and they had to consume every ounce of it. That was when kisses slipped off of lips to land on jaws and necks. Jackets were also tugged loose so hands could explore along strong shoulders and abdomens. They were growing desperate and greedy to feel each other's warm skin. Freedom came from touching and kissing like they were. That freedom gave them courage, and a sense of abandon.
Nikita pushed Michael up against the wall, brown eyes glittering with both arousal and mischief. The look she gave him made him chuckle, and he pulled her in securely to kiss her once more. His hands managed to push up her blouse, and his fingers traced along her spine. She shivered at his touch, gripping at his dress shirt so she could return the favor. They had no thought of the future or where their actions might take them, and that had the possibility of biting them in the ass later. Yet what did it matter when they were alone together kissing like they were, and when his love for her had been expressed.
That had caught them both by surprise. Nikita's was a bit more obvious as she stuttered out a response that didn't accurately express how his declaration made her feel. But Michael was shocked by the way it all came tumbling out. He knew he loved her. He had known for a long time that he loved her. But he had hoped for the two of them to have reached a better place together before he confessed it. While they were fighting with both words and fists was not the best time. The Division agents they might walk in on them at any second were also a huge reason why he should've kept his mouth shut. Yet it was out there. His words had power, and it engulfed them both. They were set aflame in every possible way.
The room they had wound up in had some sort of table set up in the middle of it. Michael was able to shove Nikita towards it, and she hopped atop it. Her impossibly long legs wrapped around his waist, trapping him in her embrace. He wouldn't dare break it, however, not when their shirts were finally torn away and he could explore her bronze skin. Lips and hands roamed blissfully, nipping and caressing at everything in their path. Small gasps and moans began to fill the air. It stirred the two on. Knowing fully what they did to each other almost had the same amount of power as knowing they loved each other. Yet that was a whole separate feeling- that was something divine.
Michael didn't need to hear Nikita say she loved him in return to know that it was true. How she kissed and touched him was proof enough of that. Also, how she stammered and looked at him with such awe and wonder displayed what words hadn't. The two had always been able to read one another's minds. Even when they were fighting, they knew what the other was thinking- they just struggled here and there. In that moment, though, it was like they were one. No words had to be shared for them to continue removing clothing and to caress each other in just the right way. They simply had to moan and connect their sparkling eyes, and they knew.
Their hips knew as well, snapping and thrusting as they did. Pants were removed just enough to touch and tease where they wanted the other most. Nikita was at her breaking point by then. If they were going to be rash and stupid to kiss and feel one another up with abandon while Division was right around the corner, they might as well go all the way. Besides, she hadn't heard anything detrimental from Alex. The two could be alright. There were no objections from Michael as she shifted out of her pants and drew him out of his. Her limbs cinched tightly around him, and she kissed him hard. He returned the affection, hips matching her eager thrusts.
Having to awkwardly shift so that the table remained a stable fixture they could support themselves off of made the two laugh. It was strange to think they had been fighting so aggressively before then, so they pushed the thought aside. All focus was put into connecting their hips. Laughter melted into moans. Nikita's lips crashed into his as she became feverish. Her mind had already gone blank when Michael admitted his emotions. But feeling him move against her, moaning her name and caressing her skin just made her melt into passion. She should've known the effect they would have on one another would be electric. They were already drawn to one another like magnets. Of course connecting would ignite a spark.
Moans turned to curses and encouraged 'right there's and 'yes's as their hips continued to grind against one another. Kisses were sloppy, yet they kept pressing into lips as if that was their lifeline. Hands even stopped caressing to just cling to heated bodies. Eventually, Michael grabbed hold of Nikita's hand and squeezed it. It wasn't as tight as his previous holds had been. It was something that anchored them, reminded them of why they were devouring one another during a Division operation. She kissed him passionately, her own words of love finally tumbling past her lips.
Both rose and fell at the declaration. Who knew an 'I love you too' could send them soaring to their peak with untamed thrusts and wild moans. Michael's and Nikita's hands stayed clasped the entire time. They thrusted as one, hot and wet, yet they continued to cling to each other with simple affection. They didn't separate once they crashed back to Earth. Breath was caught and hearts were calmed together. Maybe they were just refusing to part because they knew once they did they'd have to face the real world. There was still Division and a war and their opposing sides to contend with. But for the moment, it remained the two of them. He placed a kiss to her knuckles, and she did the same.
"Michael's completing his mission. He'll meet us at the rendezvous," Alex cut off a Division agent before he could finish his question about where their handler had run off too. She hadn't turned her private com back on. But considering Nikita hadn't tried to contact her, the rogue and the agent were still preoccupied. They should get it together before anyone grew suspicious, yet until then she'd cover for them. She had completed both her mission and countermission- the foreign intel would be in good hands. Division could be satisfied with that for the time being. At least long enough for Michael to figure out his emotions.
"He doesn't need help. He figured it out," Birkhoff backed Alex, redirecting the agents to their rendezvous. He never tuned back in to Michael's com, but the radio silence spoke for itself. He and Nikita had reached a happy medium for the moment. They'd probably reach a better conclusion later, one that would no doubt end up affecting the nerd. But that was better than the broodiness he had been stuck with. Things were definitely going to change. He'd have to hold to that secret. Division was made of many, though, so what was one more. If he was the only one who even had the slightest clue of what was going on, then that would be alright.
Wait, did Alex know what was going on. The young woman had the same thought about Birkhoff after he gave his order. Both paused for a moment, thinking over the other's words. Quickly, they shook it off and kept going. They didn't need to be aware of everything that was going on. They knew enough about Nikita and Michael already.