*7*
The next day Nikita found herself alone, sitting in one of the comfy chairs of the loft, her legs pulled up underneath her, sipping a cup of tea. Michael had left just a little while ago and for some reason the loft already felt empty without him there. They weren't even together for two days and already he'd wormed his way under her skin so far that she missed him when he had only just left. This could turn into a thing. Something she could ill afford, she realised and something she would have to get over really fast given the circumstances of their lives.
The only comfort she had was that she was fairly certain Michael felt the same way, seeing as he had been pretty reluctant to leave her even if it was only for the short amount of time it would take him to pick up some essentials. He had seemed unable or at least very unwilling to leave her side, kissing her repeatedly and hugging her close before finally leaving. She hadn't known if this very welcome display of affection had been for her benefit or his, but she strongly suspected it to be a little of both.
Nikita had pondered the thought a little last night and came to the same conclusion this morning: taking things slow wasn't really for them. Or maybe it was just because so many years of pent up longing had made them feel like they had wasted enough time already. And that was without factoring in that they could not seem to get enough of each other.
A smile tugged at her lips when she thought back on how they had spent their morning so far. She had woken up with Michael wrapped securely around her. Somewhere during the night she must have turned over in his embrace because her back had been pressed to his chest with his arm a comforting weight around her. She'd been called from slumber by his fingers stroking a soft pattern against her stomach and the underside of her breast, while his hard, hot length was poking into her buttocks insistently. He had definitely been 'up' for a while. Smiling to herself she had covered his hand with her own and brought it up further to cup her breast. He'd gifted her with a moist, lingering kiss to the junction of her shoulder and neck, a ripple of warmth spreading through her. She had turned her head then, just enough to catch his lips with her own greeting him with a very warm and deeply sensual good morning kiss.
Michael had taken full advantage of her mouth against his by exploring hers thoroughly and caressing her tongue with his at his leisure while his hand kneaded her breast and teased her nipple into a hard point. Her breathing becoming ragged as his ministrations summoned the hunger in her. His touch had made every nerve ending come alive with need, desire coiling tight in her belly. She was more than ready for him in no time at all, so she had wiggled her bottom against him in invitation. Michael had groaned and released her from their kiss, pressing himself into her curves a little more, making Nikita breathe a bit faster in anticipation.
He had kissed her cheek as he pushed himself up slightly on one arm, gathering her hair behind her. Tenderly stroking the length of her arm before clasping her hand and pulling her back flush against his chest again, he had encouraged her to place her head back on their shared pillow by pressing his lips to her temple in a gentle kiss. Nikita's breath hitching in her throat, she had caught his hand in hers and wordlessly told him what she wanted by guiding it down to just above where she ached for him to touch her.
Michael had kissed her shoulder again and dipped his fingers between her legs, finding her warm and wet. He'd stroked her teasingly a few times, before she had pushed her bottom against him again and Michael got the not so subtle hint. She hadn't wanted him to draw this out any longer, she just wanted him. Positioning himself behind her, he'd quickly parted her and joined their bodies in a powerful thrust.
Nikita had gasped out a moan and arched her back at the feel of him stretching her so deliciously tight, pressing her bottom further into his pelvis while her toes curled and her hands grasped the sheets tightly. The submissive position she was in only adding to the very pleasurable sensation of having him inside of her again. Michael had held still for just a bit, letting her adjust. Stroking her back and shoulders before capturing her hand again and folding both their arms against her chest as he kissed her neck just below her hairline. Nikita's breath had shuddered out of her then, the feeling of him being in total control of their early morning love making, arousing her even further and she had sighed when he'd finally begun to move. Slowly rocking them both into heavenly oblivion.
His hand had released hers in favour of cupping her breast again, teasing her nipple into almost painful sharpness before he treated the other one to the same erotic torture. Eventually he left that one too to massage her belly and stroke her hip and upper leg, spreading her a bit more and changing the angle of his shallow thrusts, while he kissed her neck and shoulder repeatedly.
Though she could have easily moved and taken a more active role, Nikita had been more than content to let her body be manipulated by Michael as he pleased. She had happily surrendered herself to him, giving him complete control and receiving nothing but pleasure and devotion in return.
She remembered closing her eyes when his fingers had dipped between her legs again, letting out a gasp as he touched her where their bodies were joined. A few fast and clever strokes had her contracting around him in sweet release and not long after she had felt his teeth closing gently over a tender spot at the junction of her neck and shoulder when he reached his own, making her shudder heavily before his arm had come around her again, their fingers intertwining as he hugged her to him tightly.
When the aftershocks had died down, he had grasped her hip and carefully disengaged their bodies as he slowly pulled out of her. The sensation had made Nikita bite her bottom lip and close her eyes tighter while she suppressed another moan. Michael had turned her around slightly and kissed her gently, freeing her lip from her teeth as his tongue softly stroked over it. Nipping her bottom lip once, they had spoken their first words of the day. Michael's "Good morning", had made Nikita open her eyes with a smile and sassily reply, "Hmm, a very good morning. I think I should patent you as an alarm clock. I'd get filthy rich."
Michael had laughed at her then while he'd gathered her in his arms for another demanding kiss filled with barely satisfied lust as she'd pushed one long leg in between his. "You're crazy", he'd said with a smile, to which she had replied with, "Only for you babe." And then they had kissed some more and rekindled the smouldering remnants of their previous love making into a fiery passion again as their hands roamed, touched and kneaded warm skin over hot flesh. At Nikita's initiative they had taken their second tryst of the day into the shower, where the pounding of warm water against their skin had only added to their seemingly endless desire for each other.
As she thought back, Nikita was filled with a warm tingly feeling throughout her body, her toes still curling at just the memory of their activities this morning. After they'd dragged themselves out of the shower - fingers pruned and lust at least temporarily satisfied, they'd prepared themselves a belated breakfast. They'd sat shoulder to shoulder in companionable silence sipping coffee - two mugs, one with soy milk, one black - and eating their veggie omelette - one plate, two forks.
"I'm very glad you decided to come here", Nikita had admitted again to Michael in a soft voice, lightly bumping his shoulder with hers and breaking the silence after some time. It was clear to Michael that she meant him dropping in on her for the second time, the night before last.
"So am I", silence had fallen for a few long seconds, before he added, "I was worried how you'd react…"
She had turned her face to catch his eyes, "I was worried about you."
He'd raised an eyebrow and said in a wry tone, "I thought you might shoot me again."
Nikita's mouth had turned up in an ironic little smile. "I had some time to think", she'd stated matter of factly and Michael had just raised his eyebrow again, waiting for her to elaborate.
"I had a long way to drive getting back from the airport... I was angry at first and sad, but…". She sighed, remembering what she'd told him next. "I know why Michael, I wasn't very happy with it, but I knew why. What I didn't know, was what you had done after I left. I thought that maybe…", and then she had cut herself off, not wanting to focus on everything that had been going through her mind back then because it just wasn't important anymore. "I was worried", she had repeated simply and they'd left it at that. Michael had seemed to grasp what she hadn't said and had simply put an arm around her to pull her into his side, pressing a kiss to her temple.
They had finished their breakfast while he suggested running home right after. To get it out of the way, so to speak. She was fine with that and after a drawn out goodbye she'd entertained herself by clearing the dishes, gathering up the blankets and glasses from their outing on the roof last night and making the bed. That done she'd made herself a cup of tea and now here she was, curled up in a chair, waiting for him to return.
She'd been scared yesterday morning of how fast things were progressing between them, her feelings for him growing exponentially with every kiss and every touch they shared, but as she'd discovered last night, she wasn't disconcerted by them anymore. She hadn't turned into a naive little lovesick teenager either, but she had decided that when it came to her and Michael she would live in the moment. Their lives didn't permit any real longtime planning anyhow and above all she was perfectly content to stay in the little bubble they had created for themselves right here in her loft until Michael would have to go back to Division again and the reality of their situation would catch up to them once more.
She finished her tea and rested her head against the back of the chair, closing her eyes to daydream a little more. And that's how Michael found her thirty minutes later. He stepped into the loft soundlessly, leaving his bags at the bottom of the stairs and walking straight to her. He knelt in front of her, stroking her hair over her shoulder and kissing her cheek, "You're not sleeping are you?"
The little smile that graced her lips widened and she turned her head and kissed him back softly. "No", she lied and judging by the way he looked at her with barely contained amusement he knew it too.
"I might have dosed off a little bit.''
He let out a short laugh and she loved the sound of it. In all her time in Division she had heard him laugh so little she could easily count the times when he had on one hand and they were all directly connected to her tempting him into playfulness. He was always so serious, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and she wondered if that was who he was or who he had become. It was worth thinking about some more.
But not just now, she found as he took her by the hand and pulled her from her chair, "Come on sleepyhead, I brought you back something."
He had hurried his trip back home along as much as he could. Changing his clothes for jeans and a long sleeved tee, he had stuffed some other essentials in an overnight bag and stuck a clean suit in a separate garment bag to prevent it from wrinkling. He thought he might have set a record and was feeling pretty good about that fact since he didn't want to be away from Nikita any longer than absolutely necessary, but when he'd passed the deli which he remembered having her favourite apple pie as he took an alternative route back to the loft, he had to stop and get her some.
Tugging her behind him to where he'd left his bags, Michael heard her laugh at his antics. A laugh that died in her throat as she spotted the paper bag with the deli logo on it. He picked it up and the scent of fresh apple pie wafted up to her nose.
"You remembered", she said so softly, he had to strain to hear her. And just as he was about to reply that he remembered every little thing about her, she flung her free arm around his neck and kissed him. He stumbled backwards a bit from the force of her embrace and nearly dropped the bag as he smiled through her kisses.
"Good surprise?", he asked rhetorically. Nikita just smiled beatifically and released him of the bag.
"It's still hot", delight plainly written across her features as she opened the bag. "You want some?"
"Sure."
He wasn't sure if she'd even heard him reply. Nikita had already disappeared from the room, no doubt to grab a plate and fork. He grinned to himself, thinking back to one of the very few times they'd gone out for coffee when she had only just been an agent. They had ended up at this particular deli, three cups of coffee and two big slices of apple pie later, Nikita wasn't jittery anymore from post-mission adrenaline but from a caffeine and sugar overdose instead. He'd made sure she had decaf and a sandwich the next time they went for coffee.
