An AU for 1x18 "Into the Dark". Owen interrupts Mikita after they have sex.
Neither were aware how long they had made out. They didn't know what time it was. They didn't know when they had woken up or when they had started to kiss. But they didn't care. None of that mattered. All that was important was the fact that they were kissing languidly, and their hands were softly roaming each other's warm skin. It was the perfect morning, afternoon, whatever time of day it was. The two could simply be. Which, for who they were and what they faced, was a very rare thing to have.
The moment of bliss couldn't last long for the two. Eventually, the world around them came crashing back into their consciousness. No amount of making out or touching or trying to shift their hips closer together could make them forget about the looming threat. Sighing deeply, he regretfully pulled away from her, "I should go. This is too dangerous."
"For who?" Nikita knew what Michael meant. But he hadn't taken his arms off her, and he kissed their joined hands. If he really intended on leaving the warmth and comfort of her bed, he wouldn't have rolled closer to her. His hands wouldn't be tracing gentle patterns along her back. And he wouldn't have looked at her like that. His green eyes were alight, and his lips were lifted in a soft smile. Michael had no intentions of going anywhere. The way he gazed at Nikita had them both entranced.
"I have a tracker implant, remember?" He was reminding himself more than her. Sure, he wasn't tracked as often as other agents. And he had enough power and freedom to not explain all of his movements. But Division still knew where Michael was. They could easily follow him to Nikita's doorstep and kill her on sight. If that ever happened, he'd never forgive himself. Until the threat of Division was neutralized, the two couldn't spend more than a few hours together.
"Yes, and I have a signal jammer," Smugly, Nikita informed him. Blocking the tracker's signal and redirecting it elsewhere worked for Alex. The trick could definitely work for Michael as well. Before he could argue against her, she kissed him. Her lips against his seemed to settle him. She smiled into the affection. When he tried to pull her closer, however, she broke their kiss. A better idea had sprung to her mind, "Or, we can just take it out completely."
Emphasizing her point, Nikita slapped Michael's ass. That wasn't where his tracker was, she just couldn't help herself. It was meant to be a playful smack, but she still didn't know how to pull her punches. He jolted at the hit, muttering a quiet 'ow'. She chuckled softly at him. Although he rolled his eyes, he grinned, "Yeah. I'm sure that wouldn't arouse suspicion."
"Let's hope," Kissing their joined hands, Nikita gazed at Michael adoringly. The two hadn't talked much about his role as her mole. In fact, they had just settled on the idea of him helping her wage war against Division. How exactly that was going to work hadn't crossed their minds yet. They were far more focused on making up for years of missed kisses and touches. Though, if they were to make a decision, she'd rather have him on the outside with her. She hated the idea of him leaving her to enter that hell, especially when that hell was responsible for all his pain. He deserved to be happy with her.
Michael wouldn't argue against Nikita. He wanted to be completely with her, no matter how that looked. But he would cause more damage from inside Division. Besides, Alex needed his help too. They shouldn't leave her stranded while they lived in bliss together. He had to return to Division, just for the time being. Then, he'd rush right back to her loving, warm, and safe arms, "Nikita, I'm serious."
"Yes, I know. Very serious Michael is always so serious, Michael," Wrapping her arms around his neck, Nikita pulled Michael to her. He had no choice but to follow. He hummed against her lips while they kissed deeply. Something about the way she kept husking his name made him need to pull her flush against him. He held her waist and entwined their legs. She moaned lightly. He would do anything to hear more of that. But in doing so, they were crossing into dangerous territory.
He had to go. He didn't want to, but he had to. Despite the warm bed, her soft lips on his, the way her body reacted to his touch, they shouldn't tempt fate. The two could return to one another's side later that evening. In order to keep Division off their asses, they had to separate. Michael's rational brain couldn't fight against his desire to keep kissing Nikita, however. He needed to find some way to distract himself. The best he could come up with was asking about their friend, "When are you going to tell Alex about us?"
"Not now. She's under a lot of pressure right now. I don't know if she can handle any big surprises," Nikita was only delaying the issue as she kissed Michael once more. If she didn't tell Alex about her change in relationship with Michael soon, then things were bound to get complicated and disastrous. Nikita couldn't allow that to happen. Though, was it so wrong of her to want to keep their relationship just between them for a little while longer. They were in a bubble of happiness that she didn't want to burst. She just wanted to keep touching him and kissing him like they were the only two people in the entire world.
"I can't. I really should go," Michael kept his eyes closed as he pulled away from Nikita. If he continued to look at her, he'd never leave her loft. He was sure another hour couldn't hurt him. He could enjoy a few more moments in heaven with the woman he loved. But if he really wanted to keep her safe, he had to leave. Risking Division's wrath was only worth it if she stayed alive and in his arms.
"Michael, we're in the middle of nowhere," Dusting her lips against his forehead, she breathed. It was a dirty move; she knew. Yet Michael was looking for an excuse to stay. Nikita could feel it in the way his body tensed at the thought of leaving her. He gravitated towards her. He needed her just as much as she needed him. So, she gave him an excuse attached to an old memory. His eyes snapped open, and he looked at her the same way he had five years ago in St. Petersburg. He wanted to kiss her more than anything in the whole world. He just had to convince himself that it was worth it.
Five years ago, he was too wrapped in pain and guilt to realize that she was worth everything. In the clarity of the present, however, he knew he could risk another hour or so with her. Michael kissed Nikita soundly. They had been laying on their side as they tenderly caressed and kissed. But as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, he rolled her to her back. He deepened their affection, pressing his hips into hers. She moaned and held him to her as close as possible. Her fingers slipped through his dark hair and dug into the strong muscles in his back. His, meanwhile, began to unclasp her bra.
There was no need for them to be wearing their underwear anymore. She had thrown hers on after their fun the night before because she didn't like to sleep naked. He had gotten cold, so he pulled his boxers on as well. Michael was definitely warm then, however. And Nikita was more than awake and alive under his touch. As soon as her bra was thrown aside, he kissed her jaw, her neck, and her chest. She wiggled underneath him. She wrapped her legs around him in such a way that he felt every shift of her hips. He moaned against her breasts, and she gasped.
Impatiently, Nikita yanked at the waistband of his boxers. Michael tried to slow her by nipping and sucking her breasts. That only drove her further, however. She shoved down his underwear, gripped his ass, and massaged his hardening length. Her hands were all over him, greedy and needy. He couldn't leave her wanting. Continuing to place kisses along her breasts, he pushed aside her underwear and skimmed his fingers against her. She moaned, her hips thrusting to meet him. He cursed at how wet and hot she already was. The untold time they had spent making out and caressing wasn't for nothing. She wanted him bad.
And he could feel the same intense need coursing through him the more she tugged his hard length. Their underwear was bunched around tangled legs, yet they had to kiss one another. So, Nikita and Michael awkwardly shuffled around the small bed, trading kisses as they kicked off underwear. Their lips moved passionately and bruisingly against each other. The slow and tender from earlier had vanished. The heated looks passed between brown and green eyes spurred them on, as did the fact that they didn't have anything holding them back anymore. The two could finally be together, despite the hell outside the loft.
Nikita quickly pulled Michael to her. She cradled his head as she kissed him passionately and grinded her hips against his. Her fingers gripped his hair, anchoring him to her. He wasn't going anywhere, however. He held tightly to her waist and traced heated patterns into her bronze skin. He found himself repeatedly touching her phoenix tattoo spanning her hip, thigh, and ass. His touch excited her. She moaned louder, grinded her hips sharper, and kissed him more passionately. Somehow he managed to slow her. He tenderly caressed her aptly symbolic tattoo and gazed at her lovingly. She smiled wide.
Their kisses turned gentle as she pushed him to his back. They could feel one another's heartbeat as their bodies touched. Her wet heat slid over his hard length, and moans vibrated their chests. Hands were everywhere, slipping into dark hair, caressing heated skin, heightening pleasure, and keeping them so indescribably close. Michael had to reach for his nightstand for protection. Since he had started to spend every night with her, Nikita gave him his own space to keep his belongings. She didn't think much of the gesture. But the thought had him beaming.
As soon as the condom was in place, the couple's hips thrusted together. He sat upright and slammed his lips against her. She moaned into the kiss. They rocked back and forth and up and down together. Nikita traces her fingers along the lines of his muscles and tattoos. And Michael touched her breasts and where they were joined. She was moaning too much to continue kissing him, but she tried. Passion couldn't overwhelm her just yet. She wanted the intense feeling of him moving against her to continue for as long as possible.
When their hips snapped harsher, her head fell back. Michael took the opportunity to suck her pulsepoint. Nikita's nails dug into his strong shoulders. Her hips were wild as they gyrated and thrusted. He moaned hotly against her skin. Tugging his hair, she pulled his head back so she could kiss him once again. It was just a smear of their lips as they moaned and panted. But they didn't care. Their foreheads pressed into one another, and their noses bumped. Green and brown eyes flashed open and sparked once they connected.
Falling to his back, he brought her down with him. He held her so strongly, she cradled his face and kissed him tenderly. Their fervent hips weren't as gentle. They thrusted and rolled harshly, the rhythm increasing to dangerous heights. Nikita collapsed into the crook of Michael's neck, cursing his name. He placed butterfly kisses along her cheek and jaw, and she couldn't hold back any longer. Moaning loudly, she came. Her wild hips and the impassioned sounds of her orgasm had him falling over the edge right after her. He moaned her name and held her even tighter. Together, they writhed, moaned, and soared through powerful bliss.
Breathing harshly, the couple just held to one another. They let their hips and hearts settle on their own. The two only wanted to be in each other's arms. It was the warmest and most comforting place to be. It was a tragedy that it took Michael and Nikita so long to realize that. However, there was no use in dwelling on their mistake filled past. They had one another in the present. And when shit finally ended with Division, they'd have one another in the future. That wasn't something they had talked about. Except, they didn't need to. Their hearts already knew.
Eventually, she rolled off of him, and he threw away the spent condom. Michael really should've left then, but he had to keep kissing Nikita. It was only going to be for a few more minutes. She wouldn't complain. She welcomed him back into her arms, and they resumed their tender kisses and gentle caresses from the early morning. It was a quiet and joyful second meant just for them. The world could wait until it crashed back down around them.
"Nikita?" A voice floating from the doorway startled the couple out of their tender moment. The two were so shocked by it, they instantly grabbed their nearby weapons. They didn't question who it was, or stop to think about the fact that they were naked; they just prepared for a fight. Owen did the same as two weapons turned to face him. The second Michael and Nikita realized who had come through the door, was the same second Owen noticed their state of undress. He hurriedly turned around, "Whoa…"
"Owen? What are you doing here?" Somehow, Nikita found her voice. Placing down their guns, she and Michael scrambled to pull on underwear. The two were far too shocked and embarrassed to be truly irritated at Owen's unannounced arrival. They probably didn't have any right to yell at him for walking in on them. The sight he had seen was enough punishment.
Owen struggled for words. Although Michael had pulled on pants and Nikita slipped into her rope, he wouldn't turn to face them. He couldn't even remember why he had gone to the safehouse in the first place. All he could think about was walking in on the two making out while naked. If they had clothes on- underwear at least- it wouldn't have been as bad. Except, he had seen way too much, "Why are you two naked?"
"I can see now why he thought releasing black box secrets was a good idea. How did you willingly team up with him?" Securing his belt and slinging his dress shirt across his shoulders, Michael was bewildered by Owen's apparent lack of common sense. He cast Nikita a look, and she sighed. She didn't know what could've possibly brought Owen to her safehouse, but she could already tell it was going to be a long day. There went blissful heaven with her boyfriend.