Set around the latter half of season 1. Mikita talk about their relationship. An M rated version of Homecoming chapter 63.
Michael didn't hesitate before going over to Nikita's loft. The instant he was free of Division, he drove straight over to her. He couldn't bear another second without her. He knew they were supposed to play it safe; they couldn't let anyone know of their relationship. But he just had to be with her. He had to be around her at all times. Since he had her in his life, he could never let her go. She was it for him.
As soon as Michael rushed into the loft, he located Nikita in the kitchen and scooped her up in his arms. She barely had time to register that he was there before he kissed her passionately and began to carry her to bed. She kissed him back, yet she did try to still his movements by tightening her legs around him. He was a man on a mission, however. Nothing could slow him down as he moaned against her lips, "God, I can't fucking get enough of you."
Kissing Michael just as feverishly and thoroughly as he kissed her didn't help Nikita's argument. She really did need to stop him. But he just felt so good, and she desperately wanted to go to bed with him. Unfortunately, then wasn't the time for passion. It took everything in her to pull away and husk, "I can't get enough of fucking you either, but Alex is in the bathroom."
Sighing, Michael dejectedly put Nikita down. That was on him. He should've paid better attention to what was going on in the loft, and he should've made absolutely certain that they were alone. He was then all worked up, turned on, and excited, and he had nowhere to put that energy. Maybe he'd calm down soon. But Nikita's proximity and the way she smiled at him didn't help. She caressed his cheek gently and gave him a sweet kiss. She tried to return to what she was doing, yet Michael held her in place. Quickly, and sheepishly, he dispelled her instant curiosity, "I'm… uh… I'm already a little excited."
One look at Michael's slightly tented pants had Nikita bursting out into laughter. She couldn't help it. The fact that Michael had been so turned on just by kissing her had her excited as well, but- damn- it was the worst time to get an erection.
As Nikita laughed, Alex finally exited the bathroom. She was surprised to find Michael in the kitchen when she reentered; she was also surprised to find him hiding slightly behind a giggling rogue. But Alex didn't want to question it too much. She didn't want to know more about the new couple than she already did, "Hey, Michael. I didn't know you'd be here."
"I didn't know you'd be here either," Michael tried not to grumble. It wasn't Alex's fault that his moment with Nikita was ruined. But he couldn't help but feel upset by her presence.
"We were just talking about some stuff," Alex shrugged. She was mostly hanging out at the loft to get away from anything Division related. She needed a break for the day. Since she was going to meet Nathan at one of his Djing gigs that night, she figured she could just spend the day with her friend once her Division duties were dealt with. It seemed like a relaxing enough idea. After all, Michael had the same thought.
"And we were about to sit down for dinner," Nodding towards what she had been doing in the kitchen, Nikita added. Michael really missed a lot while he was laser focused on kissing her. He hadn't noticed that Nikita was slicing up the meal she had just pulled out of the oven when he had barged in. He simply had blinders on when it came to her.
"But I can leave now. It wasn't really that important," Grabbing her belongings, Alex began to head towards the door. She should probably start getting ready to meet with Nathan anyway. She didn't want to be late for his gig. She also wanted to spend as much time with her boyfriend as possible.
Although Michael was relieved that he'd truly be alone with Nikita, Nikita reached for Alex. She didn't want her to feel like she was being kicked out just because Michael was there. They had made plans to eat dinner together; they could stick to that. They'd just add an extra plate for Michael. There was enough room and food for everybody, "Oh no. Alex. Just because Michael's on our side now doesn't mean you're any less important."
"I know that. I just meant I can give you alone time with your boyfriend," Alex laughed mostly to herself. She didn't worry about where she stood on the team (wow, the lone rogues really were becoming more like a team as they gained new people on their side of the war) since Michael was in the picture. She just didn't want to be around as the new couple shamelessly flirted. Somehow, that was worse than when she had watched them struggle with their baggage.
"Fine. But take some food home with you," Already reaching for to-go containers, Nikita ordered. She could at least make sure Alex ate if she wasn't going to argue with her to stay.
"Oh, I planned on taking the majority of it," Before she even had a container to put it in, Alex began to scoop out half of the food in the dish. Nikita was ready for her actions with a giant tupperware bowl and paper towels.
Watching the two women, Michael wondered how many times Alex brought home leftovers from the loft. She and Nikita seemed used to the routine; Alex had even made extra space in her shopping bags to hide the food from potential spying eyes. Michael couldn't help but chuckle a little at the fact. The two really had all of their movements planned. They could one up and screw over Division in every possible way.
Catching Michael's bright eyes, Nikita beamed. She was so glad she was about to be left alone with him. But maybe they didn't have to jump into her bed instantly. Although the night would definitely end there, the two could simply be together first. She had made all that food. They could sit down and eat it- maybe even pretend it was a date, "Want some too?"
"What'd you make?" Finally examining the salad, bread, and food recently pulled from the oven, Michael wondered. There really was a lot to eat, definitely enough for leftovers to last a few more meals. That made sense considering their hectic lives. It was better to make tons of food when you had the time, so when you didn't, you could just reheat and go.
"Eggplant parmesan," Nikita proudly showed off her homemade dish- well, the half that was left after Alex's greedy destruction. Despite the fact that the food smelled good, Michael couldn't stop his nose from wrinkling. Eggplant didn't seem all that appetizing to him. Nikita rolled her eyes at his reaction. He and Alex were a lot more alike than they thought. Both were averse to trying new foods, especially when vegetables were involved. It was almost as if Nikita was trying to feed children, "It's good, trust me. And there's enough cheese, sauce, and breading that you can ignore the eggplant."
"And garlic bread. You guys are fine just sharing one piece, right?" Stealing practically all of the garlic bread, Alex moved back towards the front door. Michael and Nikita tried to stop her and make her return some pieces. But she was long gone. That was what they got for being so focused on sharing gross love glances that they didn't notice her, "Bye. Have fun."
As the door shut, the couple sighed. It didn't escape their notice that of all the food Alex took, none of it was salad. Laughing softly, Nikita and Michael just shook their heads.
The two moved around the kitchen together, grabbing plates, glasses, and silverware, and sat at her small table. While Michael served the food, Nikita poured them some wine. She shrugged at the action like it was no big deal. But as she moved to put away the bottle, he reached out and squeezed her hand. It was a brief moment- the two didn't dwell on it long. However, it conveyed a lot. Although they couldn't necessarily be public with their relationship, they'd do what they could to make it as real as possible. A homemade dinner at her loft together seemed like the perfect date for them.
They fell into easy conversation as they ate (after a few tentative bites, Michael had to admit that the eggplant parmesan was delicious). Nikita and Michael talked, ate, joked around, shared the last slice of garlic bread while making fun of Alex, and really enjoyed their time alone together. For a blissful moment, it felt as though they were the only people in the world. Nothing else existed besides them- not even their war. It was almost like heaven.
Eventually, though, the world had to catch up to them. Once the two finished eating, Michael claimed that he'd clean up since Nikita cooked. She happily sat at the table and watched him move around so comfortably in her kitchen. A dreamy smile pulled at her lips. But then Alex's words from earlier caught up with her. Nikita and Michael had never labeled what they were to each other. They were just going with the flow. Yet, could he truly be her boyfriend. Was what they were doing what a real boyfriend and girlfriend would do. Could they be that normal. Or would she never have that, "So, like, are you my boyfriend?"
"Who else would I be?" Flashing Nikita a crooked smile over his shoulder, Michael asked. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't know how to classify his and Nikita's relationship. Boyfriend and girlfriend seemed too simple for what they were. Yet he didn't want to pressure her into anything she was uncomfortable with. Whatever she wanted to label them, he'd be perfectly fine with. As long as they were together, he'd be fine with anything.
"Uh… Michael?" Nikita shrugged awkwardly. Maybe it was just the newness of everything, but it felt way too weird to call Michael her boyfriend. It was just easier to call him hers. He was her Michael. Simple as that.
"Not your love?" Chuckling to himself, Michael recalled his favorite term of endearment she was joking around with the other night. Nikita had absolutely loved the word as well, especially when he had husked it into her ear. They could simply call one another their loves. It might seem annoying to other people (namely Alex). But if it worked for them, who cared.
"Oh, well. That too," Nikita smiled brilliantly at her love. He abandoned the dishes to steal a tender kiss from her lips.
Michael stared adoringly at his love once they parted. He caressed her cheek, and she canted into the soft touch. He had to kiss her a few more times before he could remember what else he was trying to tell her, "If it means anything, I think of you as my girlfriend."
"That means everything," Nikita tugged Michael down for even more kisses. As they grew less tender and loving, and more hungry and passionate, he pulled her to her feet and slowly walked her to the bed. Leftovers were put away, the counters, table, and stove were wiped down, and the dishes were mostly done. The two could move out of the kitchen and remain in bed for the rest of the night. After all, their date deserved a very happy ending.
Before the couple could move too far, however, Nikita tried to stop Michael. She wanted to fall into bed with him as well. But she didn't want to leave a mess in the kitchen. And she didn't want to have to be pulled out of bed later. They could delay their satisfaction for a little while longer. Besides, if they did, it just might make their blissful release all the more powerful, "We should finish cleaning up first."
"The dishes need to soak," With that final argument, Michael picked Nikita up again. She gladly let him carry her to bed that time, kissing him passionately the whole way.
Whereas Michael laid Nikita gently in her bed, she wasn't gentle as she ripped at the buttons of his shirt. He had removed his shoes and jacket as he had settled into the loft. However, there were still far too many clothes she had to rip away. She could feel his erection as he thrusted his hips against hers; she couldn't wait patiently until all his clothes were off. She had to feel more immediately.
While Nikita focused on tearing at his clothes, Michael kissed her thoroughly and slid his hands under her shirt. She was wearing a cropped sweater, and all night he had wanted to touch and kiss her exposed abdomen. He started with caressing her bronze skin, tracing the lines of her abs. When his hands reached her chest, and he discovered that she hadn't been wearing a bra, he moaned. Her hips thrusted into his, and she pulled desperately closer.
As she finally yanked off his dress shirt, he removed her top. She had to sit up to make that happen, but she took full advantage of the new position. Nikita straddled Michael's lap and instantly grinded against him. He crashed his lips into hers, resuming their kiss with new fever.
Continuously moving her hips back and forth and hard and fast, Nikita worked on removing Michael's belt. In the meantime, he massaged and kneaded her breasts. She moaned hotly into their kiss, causing his hips to jerk. He was determined to keep hearing more of those hot throaty sounds. He matched the rhythm of her hips and played with her nipples. She could hardly kiss him as she moaned.
Finally, Nikita had his belt undone. She hurriedly whisked it off and tugged at his fly. Michael fell to his back so he could remove his slacks and boxer briefs at once. As he did, she quickly got off him to wiggle out of her leggings and underwear; she didn't have the patience to wait. Michael wasn't a fan of her decision. Once his pants were removed, he sat up and pulled Nikita back to him. She didn't join him in bed immediately. Instead, she kissed him and grabbed his throbbing cock.
Michael's reaction was instant. He thrusted into Nikita's hand and pulled her in for a deeper kiss. She chuckled into the affection and yanked and tugged on his cock. He moaned hotly, making her massage harder.
Unable to take much, Michael tried to alleviate Nikita's actions by distracting her. He ran his hands along her ass and inner thighs. He also smeared kisses on her neck and collarbone. Although she moaned, she didn't stop massaging him. In fact, both her hands gripped and kneaded and jerked his cock. He seriously needed to slow her down, or else he'd be lost completely to the wonderful feeling.
The best way he knew how to do that was to slip his fingers into her soaking wet pussy and capture his breast in her mouth. Nikita finally stilled as Michael pumped his fingers in and out of her. She squeezed his cock, but she couldn't think about moving her hands while he rubbed her clit and licked her nipple. She just moaned and rocked her hips. Michael matched the rhythm of his swirling fingers to her bucking hips. Nikita moaned so loud it reverberated against the spacious walls of the loft.
When Michael moaned against her breast, Nikita knew she wouldn't last much longer under his movements. She needed him inside her, and she wanted him to cum with her. Forcibly, Nikita pushed Michael back onto the bed. After taking a moment to adjust his position, he pulled her atop him and kissed her soundly. Her hips grinded over his, her hot, wet pussy sliding over his painfully hard cock. She continued the intense motion, fast and hard, until he was able to remember to grab a condom. Not daring to break their kiss, he sat them up and reached for the nightstand. Nikita moaned in anticipation. Michael moved as fast as he could.
Once the condom was in place, Michael finally thrusted inside Nikita. He tried to move slowly, take his time, yet she was already thrusting frantically. She kissed him hard and clung to him tightly. He couldn't help but return her enthusiasm. The two rocked together as they moaned and cursed between kisses. Her nails bit into the sturdy muscles of his back while his fingers dug into her breasts. If their holds hurt, neither noticed; they were too overwhelmed by the feeling of each deep thrust.
Plunging deep inside her, Michael picked Nikita up and laid her on her back. She threw a long leg over his waist, dug her heel into the small of his back, and somehow pushed him in deeper. The couple rolled their hips together.
Their kisses became mere presses of lips with all their moans, gasps, and curses. Nikita began to gyrate her hips. The feel of her so wet, hot, and pulsing had Michael so close to orgasm. To ensure she finished with him, he slipped a hand between them and played with her clit. Her back arched as she moaned. He nipped at her pulse and moaned against her skin.
Nikita was already going crazy as Michael thrusted into her and played with her clit in the same motion. Yet when he moaned how good she felt, she lost all control. She came hard, writhing and moaning underneath him. As she pulsed, she clung to him and muttered his name. After a few more hurried thrusts, he was cumming with her. His head buried into the crook of her neck. He could only gasp and moan as he succumbed to pleasure with her.
Once perfectly sated and content, Nikita and Michael continued to kiss softly and caress one another gently. They kept their naked bodies warm in bed with their loving touches and close proximity. Neither wanted to burst their bubble. However, the dishes left soaking in the sink eventually called to Nikita. She sighed against Michael's lips and regretfully pulled away, "We should definitely finish cleaning up now."
Although Michael grumbled, he couldn't argue anymore. The few dishes Nikita had couldn't get all moldy and gross; they had to finish cleaning in the kitchen and probably tidy up the bed as well. The two decided to divide and conquer. He'd deal with the dishes he had neglected, and she'd clean up their passionate path of destruction. As soon as he was back in his boxer briefs, and she was in her underwear and his dress shirt, they parted with a kiss. The two wouldn't be apart for long, yet that didn't matter to them. There were years of kisses to make up for. Michael and Nikita were just trying to cherish each other as much as they could.
It didn't take Nikita long to tidy up. She soon joined Michael in the kitchen while he furiously scrubbed at the cheese and sauce that had caked onto the dishes. Hopping on top of the counter next to the sink, Nikita laughed and made fun of him. Michael splashed her with water.
Instantly, the two dissolved into a fight of taunts and splashes of soapy water. Somehow, the dishes were cleaned and dried in the process. The couple, on the other hand, got wet and dirty (again). Michael, particularly, got covered with more specs of sauce than he could scrape away in the kitchen sink. He'd have to shower to be able to clean it all away. Going all the way to his apartment just for that venture seemed excessive. But maybe Nikita would let him invade more of her space, "Mind if I shower?"
"I'd love it if you smelled like me," Teasingly, Nikita smirked. She swung her legs out and kicked Michael playfully. When he tried to retaliate, she scooted away from him on the counter. He had to try harder than that to one up her.
"You could always join me, you know," Lowering his intense gaze to Nikita's slightly exposed breasts, Michael husked. She automatically gravitated towards him. He tugged on the open tails of his dress shirt and pulled her off the counter. She followed his lead willingly, her eyes glued to his lips.
"I've never showered with anyone before," As Michael crowded into her space, his lips just a breath away from hers, Nikita admitted. It wasn't as though she never really wanted to. It just never happened with the only other man she had been willing to have fun with.
"Really?" Michael didn't know why that fact made him as excited as it did. But he was ecstatic to introduce Nikita to something fun and somewhat normal, "Well, let me be the first."
"And last," Nikita kissed Michael. She began to nudge him towards the bathroom, but he remained in his spot. She couldn't figure out why until she pulled away and looked at him. Her words had him absolutely confused. He wasn't upset by them; he just couldn't understand what she was talking about. With a deep blush creeping up her cheeks, she tried to quickly explain herself. Her meaning continued to be jumbled and awkward, however, "Not that I don't want to shower with you ever again after this. Just that… you know… I want to be with you for a while… and uh… I don't really want to be with anyone else besides you. You're it."
"I'm it? Like you want to be with me forever?" Wrapping his arms around her waist, Michael attempted to catch up to Nikita's thoughts. She didn't make it easy for him. She nervously avoided eye contact and went stiff in his hold.
Whereas Michael inched even closer to her, Nikita broke completely free of his arms. She needed space to get her thoughts in order. They were running wildly, and him not being on the same page as her didn't help, "I know we've talked about how real this relationship is; we both have feelings for one another. But, we haven't really talked about the seriousness of it. Like, is this a forever thing? Is it a long time thing? Are we both just getting our rocks off while we fight this war? Will we end when the war ends? How serious is this whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing? Cause, yeah, I love you, and I want a really long time with you. But if you don't…"
"I do. I really do," Michael grabbed Nikita's hand to make her stop moving. She was working herself up over nothing. When he had previously told her how real his feelings for her were, when he had called her his love and his girlfriend, when he had asked if she wanted to spend forever with him, he was being absolutely serious. He wanted their relationship to last just as long as she did. He was in for the long haul.
"You really want to be with just me? Not Nikita the spy, or Nikita the assassin, or Nikita the fantastic in bed? You're okay with being with just me forever?" Tentatively, Nikita asked. A part of her knew she was being ridiculous. She normally didn't doubt the kind words Michael told her. But just her was never enough for people before. Why would it change then.
"I'm more than okay with that," Tenderly kissing Nikita's knuckles, Michael promised. Although she reflected his adorning smile, she didn't seem completely convinced; she still wouldn't meet his eyes. He brought her further into his arms and gently lifted her chin, "Nikita, why do you think I'm here right now?"
"You were horny," Glancing down at Michael's tented boxers, Nikita shrugged. He had been very happy to see her since he had stepped into the loft. Obviously, he had shown up to make out with her and have sex. Everything else they had done was just a happy accident.
"I meant on your side of the war," Michael tried not to huff or roll his eyes. He needed to remain soft as he helped Nikita understand the full extent of his feelings.
"You hate Percy," Nikita understood that clearly. She had witnessed Michael stand in the freezing cold and swear that he was going to kill Percy for what he had done to him and his family. There was no way to misconstrue that rage. It was palpable and painful.
Tucking her hair behind her ears, Michael cradled Nikita's head in his hands. He ensured their eyes were connected and that there was nowhere for her to run. She was going to hear him and understand him completely. Then was not the time for miscommunication or any lingering confusions. She had to know everything he thought about her, "I love you more than I hate him."
"Wait. Really?"
"Yeah."
Nikita kissed Michael. The intensity of it sent him stumbling back against the kitchen counter. Yet that didn't stop her. She needed to express just how wonderful and loved his confession had made her feel. Although he wanted to experience amazing, earth shattering pleasure with her again, he put a stop to her actions. He had a much better idea for them- one he knew she'd enjoy, "Here? Or in the shower?"
"Shower," Yanking Michael after her, Nikita didn't hesitate before deciding. The two laughed, smiled, and kissed their entire way to her shower.
Clothes were removed haphazardly as the couple made their way to the shower. There was no need for ceremony. They just had to be naked again. Thankfully, any barrier between them was removed before they reached the bathroom. Michael and Nikita kissed passionately and gently cradled each other's heads while they made their stumbled trek.
The soft touch mixed with their intense kisses left them giggling. Honestly, the couple was all sorts of smiles after their confession in the kitchen. They were just so happy and in love and free (well, as free as they could be with Division still around). The two just couldn't stop expressing their happiness in every way.
Besides a quick break to grab another condom from the nightstand, Michael and Nikita soon crashed into the bathroom. Neither separated from their kiss as she turned on the shower; she mostly did it out of muscle memory. However, before she finished adjusting the temperature, Michael grew impatient. He picked Nikita up and tossed her into the shower. When the cold water hit Nikita's back, she screeched. Michael was unable to stop himself from laughing, but he did follow after her and kiss her in apology. She just rolled her eyes and adjusted the heat.
The couple danced in and out of the steamy water, giggling, kissing, caressing, and moaning. They'd focus more on actually showering after they gave one another total bliss. Nikita was content going a little slower that time. She was loving just kissing, touching, and laughing in the warm spray (it was almost like they were dancing in the rain). But the way she softly massaged his cock was already driving Michael insane. He had to force himself to not thrust into her hand- especially when she'd occasionally rub his tip against her pussy. If she wanted things slow, then he'd keep things slow by focusing on her.
Kissing her jaw, then her neck, then her collarbone, then her breasts, Michael brought his lips lower and lower down Nikita's body. She continued to tug his cock as he did, yet her grip became loose when his fingers dusted her inner thighs. He lightly thumbed her pussy while he kissed her chest and abdomen. He also backed her into the corner of the shower so she could be supported as he kissed her even lower.
Once he moved out of her reach, her fingers slipped through his hair instead. She guided him lower down her abdomen until his mouth met his fingers. He nipped at her thighs and gently brought one of her long legs over his shoulder. His beard stubble scraped her skin, and she urged him on. He wouldn't tease her any longer. He licked her pussy, and she moaned louder than the sound of the shower.
Michael sucked and licked, and used his fingers to rub her clit. Nikita dug her fingers in his hair and grinded against his wicked fingers and tongue. Her heel pressed into his back, keeping him exactly where he was. However, he had no intention of moving. He'd keep eating her out until she came. Rubbing her clit fast and hard, as he slowly moved his tongue in and out of her and softly sucked, worked her up quickly. Her muscles clenched and her moans increased. She was going to cum soon; she was already starting to flutter. All she needed was an extra push.
Unfortunately, when Nikita shifted her leg for a better angle to thrust her hips, she slipped. The floor of the shower was soaking wet, as was the wall her back was pressed against. Despite the fact that she was about to cum, the relaxed pleasure that had overcome her body was instantly replaced with fear. She tumbled down, bringing Michael with her.
He managed to catch them before either landed on their ass. However, the impassioned mood between them was shattered. The couple just looked at one another. Then, they erupted into bright, cheery laughter.
Helping each other back to their feet, the two made certain they were both okay. They caressed each other's cheeks and stared adoringly into each other's eyes. When they were met with smiles and nods, they resumed their kisses. Nikita and Michael started gentle and sweet. But as they continued to touch one another and dance in and out of the steamy water, they were quickly back to kissing passionately, thoroughly, and deeply.
Nikita's hand was also back on Michael's hard cock. She teased his tip against her hot pussy, and he almost thrusted into her then. Fortunately, he had enough of a mind to reach for the condom they had brought into the bathroom. While he put it on, Nikita placed one foot on the lip of the tub; the other she made certain wouldn't slip. Michael also wrapped his arms securely around her waist once he returned to her. Their pleasure wouldn't be interrupted that time. They were going to have as much joy as possible.
Slowly, Michael thrusted into Nikita. They steadily moved together, ever aware of slipping. Yet the more they kissed and gently caressed each other, the more daring their hips became. Hands were everywhere- especially on asses and thighs, ensuring they stayed on their feet with each thrust. They used their hold on each other and their position in the shower to help their hips thrust even deeper. The couple could feel every inch of each other.
They moaned and cursed and breathed their names, the sounds rising in the shower steam. Kissing eventually became too much. While their thrusts became faster and harder, Nikita and Michael pressed their foreheads together. The two kept moving and breathing as one, until he touched her clit again. Her brown eyes snapped open as she moaned and gyrated her hips. His green eyes soon opened as well. Gazing intently at one another, a wave of pleasure crested over the couple. A few more snaps of their hips, and their orgasms crashed into them.
Together, Michael and Nikita writhed and moaned and rode through the powerful waves of their pleasure. It took them some time to calm down and return to reality after the intensity of it all. The shower turning cold as it hit their heated skin helped.
Chuckling, Nikita and Michael turned the heat back up and finally actually showered. They continued to kiss and caress and dance in the warm spray. But their main focus was to just keep smiling. They just wanted to be happy together. They were it for one another, so why not just try to bring joy to every second they were together and free.