Set post-series. Mikita have a perfect night, so much so that Nikita has to talk about it.
Michael and Nikita decided to spend their night at the bar near their house. They grabbed food from a nearby food truck, had a couple of drinks, and played a few rounds of darts and some pool. They joked around and laughed as often as they could. And, despite the crowded place, they constantly touched and kissed each other. Their only goal for the night was to have as much fun as possible. It didn't take much for Michael and Nikita to achieve that. They were together, after all. As long as that was the case, they'd have the best time ever.
Near the end of their night, as the married couple played one last round of pool, Nikita- all of a sudden- couldn't stop thinking about sex. She wasn't sure what had implanted the thought into her head. But, at some point, she glanced at Michael and all she could think about was fucking him. She thought about telling him that, but there were too many people around them in the bar. So, she kept her mouth shut and just waited for when they went home. Once there, she'd tell him every dirty thought that was in her head.
Unfortunately, it was taking far too long for them to finish up their game of pool and go home. Her need to fuck her husband grew exponentially, to the point that it began to hurt. Just rubbing her thighs together set her on edge. She had to go home now, and she needed to fuck Michael immediately. Nikita didn't care if anyone heard how desperate she was. She just grabbed her husband and whispered hotly in his ear, "I'm so horny right now."
"What? Really?" Michael completely ignored the game of pool to stare wide eyed at his wife. He had assumed that there was something behind the heated glances that she shot at him. But he thought it was something that could be acted upon later. He'd be more than happy to change his mind, though, if Nikita really wanted him to. What his wife wanted he absolutely would not say no to.
"Fuck, Mike… I wanna fuck you so bad," Holding her husband even tighter, Nikita practically moaned in Michael's ear. She wasn't entirely proud of how needy she sounded. But she was too horny to care. Her underwear was completely soaked, and she pulsed with the desperate desire for his cock inside her. Nothing mattered besides bringing her husband home and fucking his brains out.
"Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Let's go home," Grabbing hold of the hand his wife had wrapped around his arm, Michael hurriedly pulled her towards the exit. He didn't mind that they were leaving behind unfinished drinks and a half-played game of pool. In fact, he couldn't even think about those things anymore. Nikita wanted to fuck him, which meant that he wanted to fuck her to. That desire couldn't be pushed back or delayed. The two had to act on the feeling immediately and passionately.
The married couple had walked to the bar, yet they almost seemed to sprint home. As soon as they were through the door and the key was locked, they kissed each other feverishly. Nikita was already moaning at the feel of her husband's lips on hers. When he pulled her hips against his and she could feel his hardening erection, she practically screamed. His hips thrusted into hers as he walked them towards their bedroom. She had to break the kiss to moan, yet Michael didn't mind. That allowed him to remove her top and begin to unclasp her bra.
Since Nikita was so horny, Michael's entire focus was on her. He was going to capitalize on that fact to make her feel so good- to make her scream as she came. Kissing her neck and trailing caresses along her heated, bronze skin, he soon had her undressed and falling onto the mattress. She tried to undress him as well, but his hands on her breasts stalled her. Michael kneaded his wife's breasts and played with her nipples, making her moan hotly and squirm wildly. One hand moved to her parted thighs to still her. She tried to slam her hips against his hand, but he held back- teasing her.
It wasn't until his lips were back on hers that Michael finally touched Nikita where she wanted. He slowly began to rub her clit, and brief flutters from a small orgasm responded. He couldn't help but laugh as he kissed her. She really was as worked up as she had claimed. He was definitely going to have fun with her that night. More and better orgasms were in store for her.
As Michael rubbed her clit harder, Nikita broke their kiss to moan loudly. There was no stopping her sounds of pleasure, so he didn't try to kiss her again. Instead, he brought his lips to her neck, collarbone, and breasts. She gripped his t-shirt still stretched across his shoulders tightly as she rode through wave after wave of pleasure. His fingers didn't stop no matter how much she fluttered or slammed her hips against his hand. He kept going, and she was certain that she was going to keep cumming, "Fuck… Michael… oh God… Fuck!"
"You're so fucking wet," Smoky voice dripping with lust, Michael moaned into his wife's ear. Her back arched as she came that time. He helped her ride through her orgasm by continuously rubbing her clit. Yet when she came down from her high, he didn't stop. He just kissed her breast as he kept torturing her. Nikita tried to alleviate the pressure by reaching for his erection. She couldn't remove his pants, not without making him stop his amazing fingers. But she could open his fly and pull his hard cock.
He moaned around her breast as he continued to rub her soaking wet clit. She whined and lifted her hips in needy desperation. She needed more, so much more. And of course her husband delivered. He kept moaning around her breast and sucking her nipple while increasing the speed and pressure of his fingers. She tried to match his pace by kneading his hard cock. But her hand soon stilled as she was swept away in pleasure that felt so good she thought she could cry, "Don't stop… don't stop. That feels so fucking good…"
Michael didn't stop. He continued to rub her clit, kiss her breast, moan against her skin, and bring her to orgasm until her pussy couldn't take it anymore. The flutters became too much and Nikita eventually had to push his hand away. He complied, pulling away with a wicked smile. Yet that smirk didn't last long. His wife quickly wiped it away as she kissed him and finally pulled off his clothes.
With his cock now free, Nikita excitedly grabbed it and planned to pay Michael back for the pleasure he had given her. However, watching her get off over and over again and hearing her moan so loudly and wildly had been enough to bring him to the edge. It wouldn't take much more for him to cum as well. He simply wanted to be inside her when he did. He had to scramble for a condom while she continued to massage his cock. Once he had one, she helped him roll it on, then settled against the pillows and pulled him atop her. Michael kissed Nikita deeply as he slowly thrusted inside her.
Their moans mingled with their kisses. Hers were hoarse and throaty while his were deep and low. An attempt at a slow rhythm after that didn't occur to the married couple. Nikita wrapped her legs around Michael's hips, and he began to thrust hurriedly in and out of her. She felt so amazing, especially as he shifted his hips and hit her in just the right spot. Nikita clung to Michael fiercely, keeping him right where she wanted. He pulled her into his arms so they could be as close as possible, "God… Nik… you feel… fuck…"
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there… fuck," Nikita matched her hips movements to Michael's. Together, the married couple thrusted and moaned and soared to their peak. They tried to kiss one another, but it was only a mere swipe of their lips. Their foreheads pressed together instead. Brown and green eyes sparked as they stared deeply into one another.
That was all it took for the couple to slip into blissful oblivion. Nikita came one last time while moaning in Michael's ear. Jerking his hips sharply, he followed close behind. Their moans were loud and sharp and matched the excited flutters of their hearts and bodies. They continued to move together until they couldn't anymore. That was when they finally kissed again and collapsed completely sated against the pillows.
It took some time, but when Michael was able to calm down after his intense high, he moved to throw away the condom and clean up. Nikita, on the other hand, remained sprawled out on the bed, trying to settle her racing heart. Michael glanced at her in concern, yet she waved him off. She was fine- extremely fine. That didn't stop him from crawling back onto the mattress, curling right next to her, and pulling her lovingly in his arms, though. He kissed the top of her head, and she snuggled into his warmth. Softly, he wondered, "You good?"
"Fucking fantastic. You?" Still trying to regain her breath, Nikita smiled. She ran her fingers through her husband's hair, absentmindedly massaging his scalp and keeping him close to her. He wasn't going anywhere, though. He easily copied her grin and kissed her once more.
"Perfect," Michael pressed his forehead against Nikita's as he beamed. She kissed him a few more times before they began to smile and laugh like idiots. Marriage had definitely not dulled the spark between them. The two would always be happy and blissful and horny together. It was the perfect life just for them.
Nikita heard her phone chime as she was making the bed. Last night's activities had required a change of sheets and some loads of laundry. As Michael ran some errands, Nikita handled the chores. She was nearly done by the time her phone buzzed. It was Alex with a simple word and a simple question that Nikita was excited to respond to, "Talk?"
With their crazy schedules and different time zones, sometimes it was better to ask if they were available to talk rather than to call and be left unanswered. Fortunately, both best friends were available then. Nikita left the sheet half pulled over the mattress and dialed an oh-so-familiar number, "Hey, what's up?"
"I'm driving an hour and a half to some stupid meeting, and the guy who called it is a fucking pain in the ass, and I need to rant about him before I get there," Alex immediately ranted into her phone. Having the call on her bluetooth speaker actually helped with her irritation. She had an excuse to yell as she sped down the highway. Maybe that wasn't the best way for her to spend her time before a meeting. Yet she needed to be calm and diplomatic as she met with her colleagues. And at that moment, all she felt like doing was punching someone in the face.
"Ooh. Yes. Tell me everything," Excitedly, Nikita replied. She placed the call on speaker and set her phone on the bedside table so she could finish making the bed as Alex ranted. She always loved whatever gossip Alex, Sonya and Birkhoff had to tell her. She loved to listen and make snarky comments while she cleaned, went on errands, made dinner, and even did yoga. Some people had podcasts; Nikita had her friends' gossip.
And what Alex had to rant to her about that day was juicy. Nikita only made a few snide comments here or there. For the majority of the conversation, Alex had the floor. She had a lot to scream about concerning the man who had called the meeting. Each new thing she said reminded her of something else she was angry about. By the time she finished, she had nearly run out of breath she had ranted so much, "Ugh. God. You know what I mean though, right?"
"Oh. Absolutely. Fuck that guy," Nikita agreed. Although she didn't know the man her best friend was talking about personally, Alex had painted a clear enough picture for Nikita to hate him too. Also, she'd automatically agree with anything her best friend had to complain about. If Alex hated him, then so would Nikita.
Sighing deeply, Alex decided it was time for her to move past her annoyance. Ranting to her best friend was a great way for her to get her problems off her chest. Yet if she were to ever truly face them, then she needed to learn how to get along with that frustrating man. Ignoring her irritation seemed like the best course of action. During the meeting, she could focus completely on the issues being presented. As for her drive, there might've been something Nikita could distract her with. She always had something crazy to say. She simply needed an opening, "Alright. I got an hour left of my drive. Anything else to talk about so I don't get pissed again?"
"Yes! Girl, I gotta tell you what the fuck happened yesterday," After she had finished making the bed, Nikita had decided to clean the laundry room- the recent heavy traffic in there called for some tidying up. However, she quickly abandoned the task to tell her best friend about the great night she had just had. She was still buzzing about it. So much so that she was seriously considering asking her husband for a repeat that night.
"What?" Chuckling softly, Alex wondered. She already knew that whatever Nikita had to say was going to be good. She was only wary of how much of it was going to make her squirm in disgust or give her secondhand anxiety.
"Okay. I know you hate when I overshare about what Michael and I do in bed. But holy shit. I gotta talk about it. Like, oh my God," Nikita prefaced her story with a warning. Alex had always disliked when Nikita discussed her sexlife with Michael. Her uncomfortableness was understandable: Nikita felt the same way when Sonya talked about herself and Birkhoff. However, what had happened last night needed to be shared. Nikita was certain she'd explode- or something dramatic like that- if she didn't tell her best friend about it. The night had just been so great. It was the kind of amazing bliss that had to be shared.
Again, Alex sighed deeply. She could tell Nikita 'no' and end the conversation before the oversharing began. But she didn't want to end the phone call or shut her best friend down while she was in a great mood. If she laid some ground rules, maybe the oversharing wouldn't be so bad; it hadn't been recently. Also, Alex was driving. She could zone out and focus on the road if it became too much. Nikita could say whatever. Alex was perfectly okay with it then, "You know what, I'm driving, and you're getting better about keeping it vague, so why not? Go ahead. Just, don't say so many details."
"Seven times," Immediately, Nikita launched into her story. She could've started at the beginning. But the best part of the night had been her whole reason for wanting to share. She had to start with that first.
"You had sex seven times last night?" Alex asked in bewilderment. She had once had sex several times in one night, but seven times seemed excessive. Even for the married couple it seemed like a lot. There was no way it was true.
"No. I came seven times. In one round," Smiling like an idiot at just the memory of the intense pleasure her husband had given her, Nikita clarified.
Opening then closing her mouth, Alex was still confused. Again, she had once cum a lot in one round of sex, but seven times seemed excessive. Nikita had to have been messing with her in some way. Also, how could she have been so specific with a number. Alex had never been able to count how many times she had cum, and she doubted Nikita could either, "What? How? There's no way."
"You're right. There's no way I could've kept count. But it was a lot. Like a lot. Some were back to back," Nikita continued to beam as she corrected her statement. Seven had been her best educated guess anyway. She hadn't been able to count her orgasms past the first one. But she didn't really need to. The fact that she had cum so much was enough to have her body buzzing and wanting more from her husband that night.
"You're fucking shitting me," Laughing, Alex continued to call bullshit. She was positive that a part of Nikita's story was true, but she had to have been over exaggerating the rest.
"I swear to God, Alex. In fact, I think I met God. My soul left my body," Nikita was definitely over exaggerating that part, yet that was only to emphasize her feelings about the night before. It really was one of the greatest, most amazing, most spectacular nights of her life. And she was so glad she got to share it with Michael. Though, she didn't believe she would've felt that good with anyone else, "I think it was the best sex I've ever had."
"Why? Did Michael finally figure out how to make you cum?" Before she could truly think about her response, Alex snarked. She still didn't like to talk about Michael and Nikita having sex- it was even worse than talking about Sonya and Birkhoff having sex. Ever since they had gotten together, thinking of her mentor and her handler in that way had always made Alex uncomfortable. It had gotten a little better as time went on, yet it still felt wrong. Even her own jokes about it weirded her out. She regretted the tease as soon as she said it; though, it did effectively annoy Nikita.
"Ha. You're hilarious," Nikita deadpanned. Alex finally laughed at her own joke. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to laugh for long. Nikita was soon able to think of something to say in retaliation that'd certainly shut Alex up, "Do you really think I'd marry a man who couldn't get me off?"
There was no way Alex was going to answer that question. Instead, she'd ask another question in the hopes that Nikita would be redirected back to her story, "So. What happened? Like, how did it get… that much?"
"Okay, so. We went to that bar by our place to drink a little and play like pool and whatever. We got a little tipsy and you know joked around. Then, all of a sudden, I got horny as hell. I have no idea how or why. But it was fucking go time. Like, change my underwear there's a fucking flood levels of horny," Finally, Nikita shared the beginning of her wonderful night with her husband. It still wasn't as exciting as what had happened later. Yet playing games with Michael had been fun. They'd have to do it again. Especially if it led to another fantastic round of sex like the one they had had.
It was the way that Nikita phrased her story that had Alex laughing more than anything else. She honestly appreciated that her best friend was being so ridiculous. It made listening to the sex-capade so much easier. Though, it didn't help her confusion. Alex still had more questions than she wanted for Nikita. Namely, she wondered what could've possibly been the catalyst for such an intense round of sex, "What, are you like ovulating or something? Don't you get hornier when ovulating?"
"Fuck if I know. I just knew we had to go home immediately. So we get home, and Michael decides to capitalize on the fact that I'm so horny. And he goes to fucking town," Nikita continued to have no idea why she had gotten so horny so suddenly. But it honestly didn't matter. The only important thing was the perfectly blissful time she had spent with her husband.
"So he just went down on you?" Once more, Alex regretted the fact that she didn't think first before responding. In her defense, she was driving. Most of her focus was on the road and the other cars. Yet, enough of her attention was on the phone call that she didn't miss what Nikita next alluded to.
"Fingers, tongue, everything," Nikita made certain her absolute joy and pure desire for her husband's talented fingers, tongue, everything dripped through the phone. She wanted to make Alex freak out. Almost immediately, her best friend did. She groaned and complained and audibly expressed her disgust. Nikita couldn't help but laugh at her as she continued the story, "And he did it for a long ass time. The focus was just on me for like thirty or more minutes."
"Holy hell," Despite who she was hearing the story about, Alex had to admit that what Nikita had described sounded fantastic. She missed those nights when indescribable pleasure and pure devotion were paid to her body. It had been some of the best moments of her life.
"And then we actually fuck, and there was even more…" It took everything in Nikita to not go into more detail. She was lost in the memory and couldn't wait for her husband to come home so they could relive it. Yet she could spare Alex from all of those thoughts. She definitely didn't need to hear them. What Alex could hear, however, was that Nikita had changed her mind. Her earlier opinion on the best type of sex had been greatly changed. She had a new favorite, "Man, fuck what I said about 'holy shit we almost died' sex. Married sex is the best sex ever."
Chuckling, Alex shook her head. She should've known that Nikita would change her opinion. After all, 'holy shit we almost died' sex wasn't even the best type of sex. Alex would always argue that it was when one said or did something to express their love. Though, she was interested in what Nikita had to say about married sex. Maybe it was the best because of all the love present. If that was the case, then they could come to an agreement about a debate they had started what felt like a lifetime ago, "What? Cause it's more intimate? Or like, you guys have been together for so long that you know all the tricks or whatever?"
Nikita had to think for a moment before she responded. She couldn't pinpoint why exactly sex with Michael had been so amazing lately. It was possible that it was because they were so happy and in love. Or, it simply could've been that they were finally stress and worry free. Without anxiety constantly squeezing their chests, they felt lighter- freer. And that feeling had been amplified tenfold in the bedroom, "Honestly. I think it's because the war's finally fucking over and we're not tired and stressed all the time."
"So the focus can be completely on each other," Alex nodded in understanding. The end of the team's war with Division, Oversight, and the Shop had been amazing for a lot of things in their lives. Of course sex made that list, especially for the couple who had just gotten married.
"Yeah. There's nothing for us to be worried about anymore. There's no doom and gloom constantly surrounding us. There's no threat of death or whatever. It's just us. And it's fucking amazing," Wanting to jump around in her excitement, Nikita beamed. There were no more missions- no more looking over their shoulders. It was only her and Michael in marital bliss on their island paradise. It was absolutely perfect. Neither of them could ask for more.
"Yeah. It sounds like it," Alex was happy for her friends- she really was. But she couldn't get that to express in her voice. Instead, she sounded dejected and heartbroken. Her grief continued to grip her tightly at times, no matter her efforts to heal. Thinking about what could've been made it so much worse, so she tried not to do that. Unfortunately, in moments like that one, she always failed. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about it- about him. And her grief clinched her heart tightly.
It hadn't been Nikita's intention to upset Alex. Yes, she wanted to tease her and make her uncomfortable. But she didn't want to brag about her perfect life while her best friend was struggling. There had to have been something she could do to return the conversation- and Alex- to the lighthearted fun they were having. Nikita had the feeling that her best friend didn't need comfort then; she only wanted distractions and an excuse to laugh. After a moment, Nikita believed she knew what to say. It'd annoy Alex out of her grief and lead to more teasing, "We're also not living in an apartment or safehouse. So we can be as loud as we want."
"You really weren't that quiet to begin with," Rolling her eyes, Alex huffed. It wasn't as though the team had heard anything explicit coming from the couple's room when they had shared a safehouse. But the bed creaking and moans they had heard had been more than enough for them to stay far away from Michael's and Nikita's room when the door was closed.
"We were compared to now," Nikita continued to tease. She only got a scoff in response, yet that was good enough for her. She kept pressing the topic, bringing up some more moments from their past that she knew still pissed Alex off, "We also don't have to worry about anyone barging in unannounced."
"You know what… fuck off," That was honestly the best Alex could come up with in response. She knew she had interrupted some moments between Michael and Nikita, yet that was their fault for being so public with their relationship. The topic was also something Alex and Nikita had discussed and argued countless times before. There was nothing new to say besides a curse that caused the best friends to burst into laughter.
Glad to be laughing again, Nikita felt her cheeks start to burn with how frequently she was smiling. Her whole entire life she had wanted to stop running and fighting and struggling; she had only wanted to be happy. After so many years, she had finally carved out that life for herself and those she cared about, and she was so happy she could burst. It truly was the greatest feeling in the world, "I don't know. It just feels so good to be free and happy. And not worry about anyone killing you at any time."
Not having the fear of death hanging over your head was definitely a huge benefit of ending the war. Though, Alex was curious to know how Nikita was connecting that thought to their conversation about sex. Maybe there was no real correlation- Nikita was known to jump wildly from one topic to the next. But Alex had sworn that she had once witnessed her best friend have a sex dream that turned into a nightmare. If that was true, then there was an underlying fear there. A fear that, to Alex, seemed a bit irrational for a former rogue, "Did you used to be afraid that you and Michael might be killed while having sex?"
"The thought might've crossed my mind a few times. I was mostly afraid that we'd be killed during our most vulnerable moments. You know, like sleeping and shit," Shrugging, Nikita admitted. She had always been secure enough in her team's abilities and her own to not worry about being attacked at all times. However, there had been times when she was so worked up that she was terrified of putting her guard down if only for a second. It was in those moments that she was scared she'd be killed in her sleep or while having sex. Fortunately, they never lasted long.
"If someone were to kill you while you were shitting, that would be a shitty way to go," Alex replied. She couldn't say anything about Nikita's fear of being attacked in vulnerable moments; she felt the same. However, Alex could make fun of her friend for her frequent cursing and poor choice of words.
"That was fucking awful," Chuckling, Nikita called Alex out on her bad joke. Though, she had been the one to set her up for it.
"Thank you," Alex just shrugged. She had simply taken the opportunity and ran with it. It wasn't the best joke she had ever made, but it also wasn't the worst.
Although the conversation was starting to peter out, the best friends weren't done talking to each other. Alex still had time left on her drive to fill, and Nikita wanted to know what else she had been doing besides hating her colleagues. She had to have more stories about the UN to tell. Or, more gossip to entertain Nikita with, "So what else is new in your world?"
"Eh. Just saving the world. Same old same old," Alex played off her accomplishments as though they were nothing. Considering everything she had done, however, all the good she did with the UN just seemed par for the course. She would always be saving the world. It was what Alex was meant to do- as shown to her by another woman who always had to protect the innocent and save the day, "You?"
"Eh. Nothing new. Just some Robin Hood type shit," It was a vague way to explain the trouble Nikita and Michael found themselves in at times. Yet their adventures with mercenaries and gun runners wasn't anything to discuss then, especially while over the phone. When they met in person, Nikita was certain that she and her husband would tell their friends what was up. Fortunately, they'd all be meeting soon at Sonya's and Birkhoff's house in London. At least, Nikita hoped they all were, "Oh. And we're also going to the nerds' next week. You coming?"
"Yeah. I'm going to London anyway for a conference. I can only hang out for a few days. But I'll definitely be there," Alex had actually worked with Sonya and Birkhoff for the best dates to come for a visit. Michael and Nikita were contacted once everything was already decided. The married couple definitely had the most flexible schedule. Though, it could only seem that way to the others since Michael and Nikita didn't tell them everything they were doing. After all, if the two hadn't told their friends they had eloped, then what else were they hiding.
"I'm so glad we could fit into your schedule," Although Nikita was so incredibly proud of Alex for doing such great things with her life, she had to tease her best friend for how busy she always was. She just couldn't relax while she knew she could be doing something to help.
"Of course," Alex got herself and Nikita to burst out laughing again. As they fought to control their giggles, Alex realized she had something else to think about to keep herself from getting too angry with her annoying colleague. The fact that the entire family would be spending time together in London was great, but they should do more than just relax around the house. The friends had to do the most with the time they had together. Whatever could make them laugh and smile the most would be the best course of action. Alex just didn't know what that could be, "We gotta find something to do to make the time worth it. What's there even to do in London?"
"I don't know. Last time I was there I blew up a plane," Shrugging, Nikita admitted. Alex's question was one for Birkhoff and Sonya to answer. Surely they knew amazing places for the family to visit and they had fun activities for them to do. No one on the team of former rogues could sit still for long. They needed to be entertained and to have fun.
"Yeah. So not that," Laughing, Alex quickly shut down that idea. She knew that Nikita wasn't seriously suggesting it. They had just gotten out of trouble; they couldn't cause more. But why did the former rogue always have something insane to share. She couldn't have just one normal story to tell. Everything out of her mouth had to be the wildest thing Alex had ever heard in her life, "I swear to God, Nik. You're life is so fucking insane."
"Good. Can't do that boring shit," Nikita laughed along with her best friend. She might have once wanted to live a boring life. Yet she wasn't meant to just sit on a beach. She needed adventure, whether that was saving someone's life or just making memories with her family. The craziness was what made life so much more worthwhile and all the more wonderful when she could share that craziness with those she loved.