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Birkhoff took a deep breath. Its showtime he murmured to himself and opened the door. He was expecting to see Sonya in all her sweetness and was more than a little annoyed to see the brooding face of Michael.
Michael gave Birkhoff the once over and suppressed the urge to smirk. He tried to look serious but his eyes were filled with merriment. "I heard you were in the building, I wanted to find out if you had any luck tracking down a location on Edward Volker."
Like Michael, Birkhoff was suppressing an urge, but this urge had to do with slamming the door in Michael's face.
"You have got to be kidding?" He looked as exasperated as he sounded. "I am off the clock and unless you can get Lindsay Lohan into rehab, my drones in Ops can fill you in."
Michael tried to look taken aback. He looked over Birkhoff's shoulder and into his quarters. "Are you having a séance in there? I see candles burning."
Birkhoff didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, I've got the Ouija Board out too. I'm hoping to conjure up the spirit of Roan and hand him a piece of piano wire to wrap around your neck." He squinted at his long time friend. "Seriously Dude, what do you want?"
"I ran into Owen…" Michael said feeling a little juvenile.
Birkhoff glowered at him. "Apparently Owen misses his High School days. Look man, if you're here to make fun of me, consider it done. Okay? You can go."
That oh so serious face appeared on Michael. "Lighten up. I'm sorry if I'm causing you all sorts of angst. This doesn't have to be about drama, it's really about friendship."
"Mikey, if you're my friend, you'll get out of here before Sonya arrives. I want to surprise her with the new threads." He stood up straight and tall.
"You look great, looks like you've got a good tailor." He gave him a scrutinizing look. "You must be in to her, to go to all this trouble."
Birkhoff shrugged. "Yeah, I am and I want her to feel like we can be a couple that matches, like you and Nikki. You guys look like the male slash female version of each other. That isn't meant to sound creepy." He really did admire the casual way Michael wore his expensive clothes, and since coming back to Division, Nikita was always dressed to the Nines.
"I believe that was a compliment and I appreciate the thumbs up. You know of course I would love Nikita even if she dressed in baggy jeans and t-shirts with ironic sayings. It's what's inside that counts." He tapped his chest with his fist.
"That's what they say, but words are cheap and I wanted to show her." He stood aside so Michael could look in. "I'm not inviting you in, but I wouldn't mind the Mikey Seal of Approval.
Michael saw the candles, the champagne chilling, the box of chocolates and the low music. He looked impressed. "I have taught you well."
"It's not too much?" He asked, wanting more affirmation.
"Not at all, but remember, it's who you are, not what designer name or expensive jewelry you're wearing." He tried to look serious. "Although Nikita is obsessed with you getting a haircut."
Birkhoff looked slightly offended. "Duly noted. You think you could leave now? She'll be here any second and I don't want her to think I'm showing off."
Michael nodded his head. "Go get em' tiger…" He said with quiet enthusiasm.
Birkhoff watched him walk away and heard the click clack of heels coming toward him.
As soon as he walked into Operations he saw Nikita across the room. "What's going on?" He asked walking toward her.
"Not too much." She was stunning as usual. She wore a calf length dress in a creamy white. It hugged every curve and showed off her tiny waist. "I told Ryan I would hang around, he gave Birkhoff and Sonya the night off."
Birkhoff's words flashed through his head You guys look like the male slash female version of each other. He had to admit it was true, his silk shirt matched her dress perfectly and the suit he had chosen was particularly flattering to his lean physique.
Michael raised his eyebrows at her. "I just had a word with the Ladies Man in his den and it looks like they're staying in for the night.
Nikita's eyes sparkled. "Good for them. You know I ran into Sonya and saw her buying some black leather boots." She gave that look she had perfected. "I'm quite sure you'd approve of them. Stiletto's, straps and buckles, just the type of thing that fuels your imagination." She half whispered in a husky voice.
Only Nikita could make Michael blush. He cleared his throat. "You don't say…"
It seemed impossible that Sonya's big beautiful brown eyes could grow any larger, until the door opened and she saw Birkhoff V.2 standing in front of her.
Birkhoff, best known for his sarcastic quips, was uncharacteristically speechless when he saw her.
They studied each other and it seemed an eternity before one of them spoke.
"May I come in?" Sonya asked tentatively. The way he looked at her made her feel quite warm, but the way he looked, made her squirm.
"Yeah, sure, by all means." He answered awkwardly and ushered her in.
Sonya was overwhelmed by what she saw. The flickering candles, the chilled bubbly and fancy stemware, the chocolates she liked so much and one of her favorite tunes Truly, Madly, Deeply softly playing in the background.
"You did all this for me?" She was touched that Seymour would be so thoughtful.
"I did. And you did all this for me?" He asked his eyes raking over her, soaking in her hair and how her body was poured into her T-Shirt and jeans. And then there were her boots...
Sonya saw how sophisticated and put together he was. She couldn't stand it any longer. She rushed at him and kissed him passionately on the lips, and Birkhoff knew he was alive and gone to heaven.
From that moment on, there was a frenzy, a tornado, an absolute hailstorm of stiletto boots, wingtip shoes, gabardine and denim, silk, cotton and satin. There were intertwined arms and legs, hands here and there, and lips and tongues tussling. She did this little thing to him that made him catch his breath and moan and he reciprocated until she made those special little sounds that only he would hear.
The candles flickered and the music played and both knew they had successfully dressed for the evening.
She pushed back feeling a little embarrassed at her boldness. "Sorry for being such a hussy, but I couldn't help myself." She panted. "I hope you don't mind?"
"Me? Mind? No!" He said breathlessly, realizing he could only speak one syllable at a time.
"You looked lovely Seymour, really. That color suits you"
"You look fucking amazing." He declared in a dazed kind of way.
Sonya leaned over and poured a glass of champagne for each of them. "I think it's quite interesting that the clothes and all the fuss that goes along with it... I mean here we are... "
"Stark naked." Birkhoff answered with a chuckle. He took the glass from her.
"Let's make a toast!" She suggested. "Here's to dressing..." She said.
"...just to be undressed." He answered. They tapped their glasses together, sipped, and shared a chocolate.
Author's Note: Happy New Year to all. Who would like to accompany me and take Birkhoff shopping?