Little Moments

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Maybe it will be a collection of short one-shots – mainly Mikita. Because rogue government assassins also have to live the everyday life, right?

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Michael found it astonishing really that Nikita, who was able to wander around the house in next to nothing no matter the weather, was a blanket snatcher.

He let out an annoyed snort as he adjusted his position, spooning the woman sleeping next to him and at the same time pulling on the edge of the blanket that hardly covered his side.

He was freezing his ass off… literally.

In her sleep, Nikita snuggled closer to him and for a moment he thought that that was his moment – he would be able to reclaim his share of the blanket. Man, was he wrong. Nikita sighed contentedly then yanked on the blanket, claiming it as hers just like she'd done with the other two she was sleeping under.

Michael rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, frustrated. When he heard shuffling next to him, he turned to look at Nikita, who was apparently disturbed in her sleep by the loss of his body warmth. Serves you right, Michael thought as he watched the still sleeping woman trying to regain the lost warmth. He watched bemused as Nikita turned towards him, gathering the blankets in front of her and wiggling a little under the pile of blankets to make sure that she was covered everywhere then, with a sigh, she was completely out again.

Annoyed as he was, he couldn't help the loving smile that crept on his face.

It was indeed astonishing. Just like the fact that she was able to sleep under any number of blankets even in the hottest nights of summer. Of which the present night was not one as a shiver running through his body so kindly reminded him.

He sighed then rolled on his side again, facing Nikita, and started nuzzling her nose with his. He waited until she started shifting towards him then, when her arm came out to circle his body, he grabbed Nikita and, with a swift movement, he turned on his back, pulling the woman on top of him, with blankets and all.

As Nikita settled over him with a sleepy chuckle – the little minx wasn't asleep after all -, he wasn't feeling cold anymore.

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