Little Moments
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Hey, babe," Michael walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel and wearing only a pair of jeans. "You saw my green tee? You know, the one with the buttons?"
Nikita looked up from folding the clothes on the bed and gave him an appreciative look that wasn't lost on the man. "Whyever do you need that tee?" she asked with a cheeky grin.
Michael stopped what he was doing and gave her a smirk, feeling smug. "Well," he walked up to her. "As much as I'd like to parade around showing off my incredible upper body," he smiled, leaning down to give the woman a kiss. "I doubt that Birkhoff would be too happy about it."
"I don't care about him," Nikita almost pouted as she ran her fingers over his bare chest.
"Well, he does give us a place to stay so…" He straightened. "Where's my tee?"
"I don't know," Nikita shrugged. "Maybe with your socks," she pondered from over a pile of mismatched socks. "I swear that damn machine keeps eating them," she huffed, pushing the socks aside.
She looked so incredibly domestic sitting on their bed, folding clothes that it brought an affectionate smile on Michael's face… at least until he spotted the colorful item she started to fold.
"Are those... Birkhoff's boxers?" With a raised eyebrow, he pointed at the garment in his girlfriend's hands. "Why are you folding his boxers?"
"Well, between the two of you, I'm stuck with laundry duty," Nikita explained matter-of-factly, reaching for another pair of Nerd's eccentric underwear. "So yes, they are… aww, aren't they cute?" she smiled, showing him their friend's Star Trek themed underwear. "We should get you one, too."
Michael gave her a disturbed frown. What they should get was their own place.
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