FIC: jouer pour moi [la femme nikita]

[abby82]

jouer pour moi
by abby82

category: missing scene-ish
rating: Explicit
word count: 6969
disclaimer: they don’t belong to me, no money is being made. I’m only borrowing them.
author’s note: I don't know how this happened? How did I end up with almost 7000 words of smut? This story was inspired by a conversation had on the fantastic but short lived podcast La Femme vs. Nikita, which compared the 1997 series with the CW one. When discussing the episode 'Love' one of the hosts expressed her distaste for the whole striptease scenario but expanded on how such an intimate moment would normally be reserved for the couple and not for public consumption. So this is me trying to make a striptease that can belong solely to Nikita and Michael. It wasn't coercion but a natural playful extension of their burgeoning romantic relationship. And seriously, go check out the podcast. It's wonderful and maybe the hosts will be inspired to continue.
story began: September 2020
story finished: November 2021
links: LJ | AO3 | Tumblr

summary: Perform for me; a striptease that's just for them. 

“Take me back to your place, Michael.”

His evening out with Nikita had been enjoyable and easy. Both the food and conversation warmed him. Their walk along the river among the book stalls was pleasant but almost a little too public. 

Michael craved privacy and more time where he could continue to be the center of Nikita’s attention. It was selfish, yes, but he wanted something for himself. So, when she had turned to him, the sparkling lights of the street lamps haloing Nikita’s hair with fairy lights, and made her simple request, Michael quietly ushered her back to his car.

Michael’s loft cannot be found in the city center. Instead, his home in one of Paris’ outer arrondissements afforded him the closest thing to privacy in a city filled with the vibrancy of city life.

His furnishings, spartan. His possessions, few, but Nikita has enjoyed leafing through the assortment of music he has collected. 

“It’s a nice peak into a different part of you,” she’d once commented as she held up a record by The Smiths. 

They’d spent the rest of the night, a bottle of wine between them, talking about the virtues of Miles Davis’ Sketches in Spain to his appreciation of Radiohead. His Depeche Mode absolutely delighted her. 

Nikita, in turn, shared the music shops where she’d find underground gems. She craved the thrumming electronic music that would reverberate in her chest.  She found them in places squeezed between dingy laundromats, sketchy Moroccan food, and Marxist themed bookstores. The intimacy of that night was something that brought a smile to Michael’s face. Section consumed their lives so entirely and the discovery that, yes, they could talk about something other than egress parameters and interrogation techniques gave him great relief. It’s been exhilarating letting himself fully embrace the magnitude of his feelings for Nikita. Feelings he’d kept suppressed and hidden. Feelings he’d long denied because in his experience, Section would accept nothing other than total fealty.  

They hadn’t spent the night together, but the long and thorough kiss she’d given him back at her doorstep, Michael covering her hand as she rested it over his heart, left his lips tingling long after he’d returned home.

It amused him that he reveled in the ability to court Nikita. He hadn’t freely pursued a woman he was romantically interested in since he was a university student. Back then he was indulging in a heady combination of pretty girls, hormones, and escape. His romance with Simone was all consuming but happened within the confines of Section. As a young operative, he didn’t have the leeway he had now. His body was not his own but a means of extracting information. All his bedmates were lured under false pretenses. For some that might have mattered; for most it didn’t. Even his courtship of Elena emerged out of a carefully detailed mission profile. It wasn’t him but an idealized version of what Elena would desire. Nikita was getting him, the good and the bad. The man he wanted to be for her but also all the emotional baggage he’s accumulated in his 34 years. Section still encroached on the fringes, but Michael wanted this.

Now, today, Nikita was back in his home and the warm intimacy of her last visit has blossomed into something decidedly more sensual. All evening long they drifted closer and then retreated, leaving them both with a sense of anticipation. It was an exercise in flirtation of which they both excelled. Touches lingered just a little longer, eyes swept over the other with more confidence. Neither one of them demurred about what they felt for the other. 

Michael enjoys watching her in his space. She doesn’t treat it like it’s sacred and untouchable

Wine poured and shared, she once again gravitates towards his music. She eschews the CDs and focuses on the records. Her fingers deftly leaf through the albums, pausing ever so briefly before moving on. Her eyes lock with his before her lips quirk in a private smile.

Nikita gracefully pivots on her heel and turns towards the turntable. Record in hand she places it on the platter and adjusts the arm until the opening strains of Bob Dylan’s moody gargle can be heard through the speakers.“

Nikita doesn’t walk towards him. She saunters. Her eyes lock with his and promise wicked things. She raises the wine glass to her lips and after taking a generous sip, Michael can see her tongue peek out to lick her upper lip. 

She’s playful and sexy. She’s beguiling and sweet. Nikita is a contradiction wrapped in one tempting package.

With loose limbed sensuality, Nikita makes her way to him and stops next to him. Her wine glass gets deposited on a side table and her right hand lands on his shoulder. She lightly traces her fingers across his upper chest near his collarbone. It is reminiscent of her lover’s caress on their first night together. The moonlight had made her skin, in all its captivating nudity, iridescent. Her confession about the disappointment of freedom was marked with sadness. She had walked into the comfort his arms provided and curled into him. Michael’s no stranger to feeling protective over Nikita, but that night, with her warm body against his, the need to protect her almost overwhelmed him.  

Today, much like that night, with that simple gesture, Nikita is claiming ownership over his body. 

It’s hers for the taking. Michael wouldn’t dare resist her.

She moves behind and around him while she trails her hand across the back of his shoulders. Even through the fabric of his sweater, his senses are heightened to her touch. Michael captures her fingers before they leave him and presses a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

“This is familiar,” he observes.

Perform for me.

“But entirely different.” Her hips sway languidly from side to side. “It’s just us. Just you and just me.”

“Audience of one.”

Michael moves to kiss her, but she playfully ducks her head away. Nikita twirls away from him and in turn leaves his arms bereft. Dancing back towards him, she extends her hands out and walks her fingers up his arms and then onto his chest. Together, they move her hands slowly down his torso until they rest on his waist. 

She kisses him lightly on the lips. Once. Twice. Just a taste. Just as Michael moves to deepen the kiss, she pushes him away. The back of his knees hits one of the arm chairs in the loft’s main room. Nikita’s message is clear, sit down and he does so willingly.

Hips swaying to the music, Nikita’s hands caress her body. Michael follows the path of her fingers as they skim down her chest

Perform for me.

Nikita’s smile is breathtaking and it takes some considerable effort to keep himself seated. 

She deftly unzips the side zipper of her heeled ankle length boots and removes them. Her body undulates to the lazy music that fills his home. Her movement is uninhibited and alluring. Nikita knows she has a more than captive audience in him. 

All this was strikingly familiar. Two years ago, when Nikita was a freshly minted operative they were both thrust upon a salacious bioweapons dealer. There were a number of female operatives that could have accompanied him but Madeline wanted to take full advantage of Section’s latest addition. Deportment classes had shown Nikita refinement and gave her insight in how to smooth her rough edges, but she was still achingly raw and rebellious. Michael couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Nikita was also still filled with naiveté concerning Sections’ machinations. That included the lengths it would go to to achieve its objective, including offering its operatives to sexual deviants. Madeline’s warning barely scratched the surface of Perry Bauer’s depravity. Michael had managed to sway their host from having him play passive observer while Bauer forced himself on Nikita. Instead, Bauer suggested that he and Michael switch roles in that scenario.  Now Michael and Nikita were to sleep together for Bauer’s voyeuristic pleasure.  When the time came, Michael softly commanded that Nikita take off her clothes. She was to perform for him and draw Bauer’s gaze from Michael. There was a flash of comprehension in Nikita’s eyes. Her initial awkwardness dissipated quickly when she let her natural sensuality take control. She has a commanding presence, of that Michael was certain, and he’d used it to their advantage. He purposely put her on display. Nikita’s beauty was one of the deciding factors behind her recruitment, but as she slowly removed her clothing, Michael couldn’t help but really take her in. He was no stranger to these types of missions. He and other operatives had engaged in more than just kissing and flirtatious looks. This mission with Nikita should have been no different and for a while it had been. But then Nikita had expertly taken the reins of their undercover backstory and began weaving a tale of Peter and Sage’s volatile first encounter. She erotically claimed him in front of Bauer by capturing the sensitive skin of his jawline between her teeth. In that moment Michael felt his equilibrium shift dramatically. How had this mission gotten so far away from him? Nikita mischievously grinned at him one second and almost dismissed him the next. She knew that she’d thrown her former trainer off balance.

During the two years Michael had trained Nikita, her contradictions were always in sharp relief. One second she was truly obstinate and she defied every step of his guidance. Not even the very real threat of cancellation would cause her to focus, but she excelled anyway. She would somehow take his teachings, internalize them, and transform them into something that was characteristically Nikita. And even among the rigorous training schedule all new recruits needed to adhere to, Nikita still managed to charm people left and right with her wit, her beauty, and most importantly, her warmth. For someone so headstrong, there was a vulnerability to her that Michael couldn’t resist. He’d never intended to fall for his recruit, but he had. He fought the attraction with every ounce of strength he had. Sometimes he was more successful than others. But that was then, now, all those barriers were gone.

Nikita’s song plays on and she continues to move her body. He has her permission to look, to refamiliarize himself, even from afar, with the dips and curves her body possesses. Hidden behind sleek fabric, tantalizing glimpses of her creamy skin is revealed when her blouse is absently tossed aside. The soft whisper of fabric can be heard as her leather pencil skirt slips down her legs.

She stands before him clad in playfully mismatched underwear. Her midnight blue lace trimmed panties ride low on her slender hips while her delicate blush pink bra compliments her creamy complexion. 

Michael can feel the heat coming off her as she approaches him. He shifts his hips in an attempt to find relief where he wants it most. Her eyes twinkle with mischief at his predicament. 

Nikita’s right foot rises and rests on the arm rest. Michael can’t resist the invitation to touch her. His hand wraps around her calf and caresses it; he massages the strong muscles he finds there. He drops feather light kisses up her instep. He can’t help but smile when he notes that Nikita tries vigilantly to hide the effect his touch has on her. She bites her lip causing it to whiten before a soft whimper escapes her. Knowledge of her sensitivity here was one of the many secrets he gleaned their first night together. It wasn’t during their first coupling, which occurred with all the violence and intensity that their passion had. That coupling had left physical marks on them both. It was their second joining where they indulged in exploring each other’s bodies

With Nikita towering over him, he can’t help but consider himself a supplicant at her altar. To her intelligence, her kindness, her fearlessness, and yes her beauty. Michael dares to kiss the side of her knee and he’s rewarded with a curling smile. She runs her fingers through his shortened hair, her fingernails scratching his scalp momentarily before she pushes off and drifts away from him.

Her back towards him, she moves to release her bra before she looks over her shoulder and locks eyes with him.

His desire and hunger must show in his eyes because Nikita utters a silent “Oh” and smiles that sultry and knowing grin of hers before making her way back towards him. Her fingers traced the top of her breasts along her bra, drawing his attention there. 

Nikita straddles his lap and he receives some much welcomed friction as Nikita bears down on top of him. 

“Is this what you want, Michael?” Long, slender fingers cup his face. Her thumbs grace over his lips before dropping her hands to his shoulders.

“Go ahead. I want you to.”

With permission granted, he lifts her and places an open mouthed kiss on her stomach, his hands circle her waist to hold her in place. She’s still slightly swaying to the music, but she indulges his need to taste her.

He knows Nikita is not immune to his touch. He can feel her tremble below his lips as he works his way up her body. The swell of her breasts call to him and he nips at them both before looking up at her.

Michael toys with one bra strap, running his finger underneath it before letting it slip off her shoulder. He drops a series of kisses in its wake. He repeats the process on the other strap. 

“Now what?” she challenges, her eyebrow arched.

He swiftly reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. It unceremoniously falls between them revealing Nikita’s perfect breasts. Their rosy tips beckon him for attention.

Without breaking eye contact, he grabs the garment and tosses it into some dark corner of his home. Now she’ll have to hunt for it before she can even leave.

Michael is more than ready to end this. He wants Nikita spread out on his bed. He wants to find himself buried in her warm, wet heat. And he wants his sheets to smell of them. The memory of her pleasure filled cries still ringing in his ears.

Michael holds her down and onto his clothed erection while he takes one hardened nipple into his mouth. With his free hand he tweaks its twin.

“Michael,” It’s a breathy sigh of his name that he can’t get enough of. Oh, to hear Nikita say it like that everyday of his life. 

“I’ve got a nice soft bed,” he mumbles onto the side of her breast. He alternates between sucking kisses and tiny bites. He’d be lying if he didn’t want to mark her in some small way, even temporarily.

Rather than answer in the affirmative as he’d expected, Nikita pushes off of him and back onto her feet. Michael would kick himself if he could.

“Ah, ah, that’s enough of that,” she scolds, breathless. Her chest rises and falls as she attempts to calm herself down.

“Nikita,” his voice is strained and he doesn’t care. 

“I’m worth it.”

Her body undulates to the music as she cups her breasts and massages them lightly. Her fingers move to her already erect nipples and pinches them. Rosy and tight they peak out begging to be kissed. 

“Watch me.”

And watch her he does. Michael watches mesmerized as her hand works its way across her hips and towards her very center. 

Nikita cups herself fully and begins massaging her cotton clothed mound. She’s clearly very proud of his undivided attention if the heat in her gaze is any indication.

Their relationship is still very new and every encounter is an opportunity to discover the new and the wondrous about each other. Michael can honestly say self-gratification had yet to make an appearance...until now. 

Suddenly and without preamble, Nikita hooks her thumbs on the sides of her underwear and lowers them down. They catch on her right foot before she uses it to flick the garment away. It lands somewhere near his cello stand. 

Nikita stands fully bare before him. She’s a picture of rosy pinks, creamy whites, and golden yellows.

She eases into the room’s other arm chair and arches her back, giving him a fully provocative display of her nude body.

She’s a vision. A sensualist’s dream. Nikita’s fingers skim over every spot Michael wants to place his lips. 

Her right hand eases it’s way back down to her core. Fingers tease the dark blonde curls she finds there before burying two fingers between her legs. They emerge slick with her arousal. Her left hand roughly kneads her breast. 

“I’ve thought about you Michael,” her voice is husky and she bites her lower lip repeatedly. Her slick fingers have moved to her clit where she massages with precision. She knows exactly the touch her body craves.  “Even when I didn’t want to. I’d fight it, but there you were...beautiful...untouchable.”

Her eyes stay locked with Michael’s as she works to bring herself to orgasm. Her body rolls with her own ministrations.  

Needy whimpers tease his ears before they build in intensity. Her chest rises and falls, her brow furrows in concentration, and unsteady gasps escape her lips. He’s torn between desperately wanting to go to her and with committing every moment she’s sharing to memory. Suddenly, Nikita’s body goes taut with pleasure. Her soft cry hangs in the air between them. 

Michael’s speechless. His mouth is dry and he swallows in an attempt to find moisture. What he’s just witnessed has got to be one of the most erotically beautiful moments of his life. It was a gift. He doesn’t deserve her, but she’s here for him.

Nikita smiles lethargically, pleased. His name escapes her lips in a breathy whisper. 

Perform for me.

Michael’s blood is boiling. He stands and stalks towards her. He hauls Nikita up and wastes no time in claiming her mouth. 

She gasps into his mouth with surprised pleasure.

He plunders her mouth with his tongue and finds hers eager to reciprocate. 

More...he needs more. 

Nikita wraps her arms around his neck. She’s still coming down from her orgasm, but she still manages to provoke him. She wraps one leg around his calf and rubs her warm, naked body against his. In turn Michael grabs hold of her rear and presses her tightly against his erection. He wants her to feel how hard she’s made him. 

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” He demands when the need for air becomes too great.

“Just having a little fun,” she teases and she drops a hand between them to cup his throbbing arousal. 

Michael takes a centering breath as he lays his forehead against Nikita’s.

“Femme exaspérante,” he murmurs before he cups her face and kisses her soundly.

“Tu seras ma mort,” he tells her between more kisses.

He lifts her and her lithe legs wrap securely around his waist. He takes the short steps to the raised second level of the loft where his bed is housed. Nikita distractingly plants kisses on his neck between husky giggles. 

He drops her on the bed and Nikita quickly adjusts until she’s kneeling before him.

Together they remove his sweater. Before his head can clear the garment, Nikita’s hands are clawing up his torso, her hot mouth leaves trails of fire up his ribs, across his chest, until she reaches one of his nipples. She laps at it until a groan erupts from his throat.

Her fingers make quick work of his belt. His shoes and socks are toed off and his pants drop to the floor. She bends down and mouths at his erection through his boxer briefs. The heat from her mouth causes it to jerk within its confines before Nikita finally lowers the final barrier between them and frees him. He is achingly hard. His erection is an angry red. It’s moistened tip is leaking and grazes his stomach.

Nikita looks at it with a hungry glean in her eyes.

She places her lips over the very tip of his erection and gives it a plush kiss. Michael’s breath catches at the contact. 

Finally, she tastes him. She envelops his shaft in the heat of her mouth and Michael promptly feels immense pleasure shooting up his spine and throughout his entire body. Watching Nikita take him so enthusiastically causes his brain to almost short circuit. Deeper and deeper she takes him. She drags her demanding mouth up and down his overly sensitive skin. Her tongue adds extra exquisite torture. What she can’t take into her mouth, she wraps her hand around and moves it in tandem with her mouth.

He knows his face is showing nothing but unabashed adoration because she stops momentarily, her hand continuing where her mouth had been and smiles brilliantly at him. She playfully leans forward and dips her tongue in his navel, her teeth briefly capturing the skin above it before she returns her mouth to his aching cock. Her sweet mouth, lips ruby red and wet, envelops him once more. One of her hands moves to massage his testicles. What did he do to deserve her? There is so much brazen desire in Nikita’s eyes he almost collapses from its power.

For his part, all Michael can do to maintain his control is card his fingers through Nikita’s nimbus of blonde hair. He combs his fingers through it as he keeps it off her face. It threads through his fingers like silk. 

“Enough,” he whispers harshly.

“Why?” she questions as she drops open mouthed kisses down the side of his shaft. She latches onto the side and sucks...hard.

Michael bites back a curse as he encourages his body to not embarrass him.

Nikita’s husky amusement at his struggle is quickly quieted. He regretfully removes himself from her hold and guides her to lay back on the bed. When he moves to drape himself over her, she holds him back with a firmly planted foot on his chest. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. They dare him to challenge her. Nikita’s other foot creeps up his thigh and towards his groin. Michael stops her before her foot can reach its target.

“I wasn’t finished,” she declares with a petulant tone in her voice.

The pouty look she gives him goes straight to his groin. When Nikita stretches her arms luxuriously behind her she causes her chest to arch slightly. She creates such a beautiful and sensual display, Michael almost forgets himself and buries himself within her that second. Instead, he slowly rubs the instep of the foot on his thigh and circles the ankle of the one on his chest. He concentrates on those gestures to center himself against the alluring marvel before him. 

“I’d rather be inside you.”

He glides his hands up her legs and starts massaging the muscles of her calves.

“You don’t say?” 

There’s a slight tilt of her chin that he recognizes all too well. He saw it often during her deportment classes, when Operations would outline a profile she disagreed on, and just when she was about to break position during a mission. It was a gesture that spoke of rebellion and of being strong-willed.

In Section, it’s entirely frustrating but here...she’s right where he wants her, lying bare and beautiful on his bed. She’s not entirely complacent; exhibiting the right amount of token defiance.

“You want that too.”

Both hands are now hypnotically stroking up and down the leg he holds to his chest. His lips feather over her instep, at her ankle he nips with his teeth, and her lower leg to her knees gets kissed open mouthed and hot.

Her eyes looked glazed with arousal. She licks her lips as she watches him taste her skin.

“We don’t always get what we want,” Nikita remarks, somewhat distracted. She attempts to pull her foot away but Michael refuses to let it go.

“I do.”

He doesn’t say it with arrogance, although Nikita would likely argue otherwise. It’s merely the truth. He wants her and nothing will stop him from having her.

“Whatever. Besides, I’ve already come tonight,” she remarks flippantly. “Without your help.” 

Michael knows his amusement at her bratty behavior can be seen in his eyes. He smiles at her boldness. It’s not the biggest of smiles but it’s definitely a smile. Nikita herself tries to suppress a responding smile but fails at doing so. 

“You’re so tightly wound. I was just trying to give you a hand...even the score.”

He places her leg down and he reaches for her other one. It gets the same languid treatment he’d given her other limb. Nikita squirms below him as he takes his time exploring her. Michael knows that she’s enjoying this game they’re playing.

Initially he had no other thoughts other than to end the relentless teasing she’d put him through and take them both to places of extreme pleasure, but now he wants to draw things out.

Michael eventually lowers her other leg and Nikita promptly draws it away from him, both legs now bent and open to him.

“Now what?” Repeating her taunt from earlier. “You look like you have a little problem there.”

His cock juts out between them, eager to find its place within her. 

He ignores her juvenile jabs and reaches forward and hooks his hands behind her knees and drags her towards him. She halfheartedly tries to squirm away but Michael holds on to her.

He bends her legs out, exposing her even more before he lowers his mouth to her sex and gives her a confident lick. A pleased sigh escapes her lips and Nikita rocks her lower body up to try and maintain contact with his mouth. For a moment he indulges in the taste of her, his tongue dipping between her heated folds and his lips enveloping her clit. Her hands now clutch his hair and her fingers tighten their grip when he grazes his teeth across her clit. When Michael denies her further contact by rising, she whimpers his name, desperate for his touch. He kisses her hipbone in apology and runs his hands up her legs, her thighs and encircling her torso. Michael revels in the smoothness of her skin, in the reality of her presence before him. Touching Nikita is never an opportunity to be wasted. Finally, he cups her breasts, gives them an experimental squeeze and then brushes his thumbs across her pebbled nipples before retracing his steps down her body.

Nikita arches her back at the sensations he creates and she moans softly. Her eyes are closed, lost in pleasure.

He turns her on her stomach easily and Nikita writhes catlike on his bed. Every inch of her is beautiful. His hands stroke the softness he finds behind her thighs, up her enticing and lovely rear end, and her back.

She sighs contently when his lips graze the warmth of her skin, covering the same terrain his fingers had just touched. When he makes it back to her derriere, Michael captures the skin of one butt cheek with his teeth playfully and tugs while his nails lightly scratch down the other. 

Nikita yelps slightly and he can’t help but chuckle out loud at the annoyed look she shoots him over her shoulder.

He moves back over her, his lips ghost over her ribs and nuzzles the area, causing Nikita to squirm away but Michael holds her in place with the weight of his body. She tries to bite back a giggle when Michael’s nose tickles the sensitive spots he’s come across.

“You’re not playing fair.”

“You think that striptease was fair?” he asks, his voice thick with desire for her. He trails his lips up her spine, over every one of her vertebrae and to her neck. Her hair, a golden curtain, he eases aside. “Do you know how badly I wanted to tear your clothes off?” He whispers in her ear. “For too long you’ve driven me to the point of insanity.”

Nikita cranes her face back and finds his lips waiting. He slips his tongue inside her mouth and together they get lost in the kiss. It’s wet and unhurried. Their lips glide over each other for what seems like an eternity.

“I want you,” she moans when they part.

It’s incredibly tempting to slip inside her now. His erection rests provocatively in the crevice of her backside. Nikita lifts her lower body off the bed and the friction causes him to moan deeply. He has to momentarily drop his forehead to her shoulder to gather himself.

He turns her on her back and lowers his mouth to hers once more. Nikita drapes her arms around his shoulders and draws him down fully upon her. They kiss simply for the sake of kissing--to connect, to arouse, and to indulge. Her hands clutch at his hair, scratching her fingernails through his scalp. 

His heavy cock rests on Nikita’s stomach while Michael holds himself over her on his forearms. 

Michael’s lips drift over to trace her brow, down her nose, across her cheekbones and onto her lips again to steal another kiss. Nikita smiles dreamily at him. She trails her fingers over his shoulders and down his arms, maintaining her own tactile contact with his skin. His lips make it as far as her neck and shoulder before Michael adjusts so that he can slip two fingers into Nikita’s heat and pump them inside her. Her inner walls pulsate and Nikita throws her head back and moans.

Michael kisses her then and holds her moans within him. His fingers continue to thrust inside her and his thumb grazes her clit. She shifts her body to encourage his fingers where she wants them. He loves watching the play of emotions across her face. Michael gives her a few more pumps before he removes his fingers. He feels privately pleased when Nikita’s mouth turns into a moue of displeasure at his withdrawal.

She’s still dripping from her earlier orgasm and his fingers come back coated with her arousal. He slowly sucks them into his mouth savoring once again the musky flavor of aroused woman...Nikita.

Her half-lidded eyes track his every movement. His fingers go back inside her and he pumps them in at a steady rate, while his thumb teases her clit. Her eyes are squeezed shut and to surprise her, Michael dips his mouth to capture the nipple closest to him.

“Ohhh,” 

Her husky sigh goes straight to his cock. He loves hearing her like this. Nikita’s inner walls tighten around his fingers even more. “God...Michael.”

He continues to suckle at her nipple. He’s not letting up on the onslaught to Nikita’s body. He wants to unbalance her. The brief torture now will make her release all the more sweeter later.

When he does withdraw, Michael places his fingers on Nikita’s swollen lips and traces them lightly. Her tongue darts out and tastes herself. She grabs a hold of his wrist and takes his two fingers entirely into her mouth, her tongue twirling around his fingers.

When she removes them, she slips his wet fingers down the center of her chest, where they rise and fall with every breath.

“Michael...can you please fuck me already.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he whispers against her lips and he kisses her with such ferocity that Nikita gasps below him.

When he finally sheathes himself within her, they both let out pleasure filled moans. The feeling of being inside her is heavenly. He wants to return here everyday. To reconnect on a physical level with Nikita and everything that makes her special. The invisible vibrations that emanate between them are so potent, but they can no longer suffice. The reality of touch, of taste, of hearing Nikita’s breath hitch are now as essential as the oxygen they breathe.

He fills her with long, confident strokes. Michael grabs a hold behind her left knee and hikes it higher up his waist, deepening his entry. Below him, Nikita’s breasts roll with their movements.

She reaches up for his face and draws him down to her to join their mouths. Michael’s entire world is centered upon the woman in his arms. It’s the give and take of their bodies, the rhythmic synchronization of their combined passion, the intensity of Nikita’s eyes and her kiss was worth the delayed gratification.

Something electrifying crosses Nikita’s eyes just seconds before she pushes him off her and onto his back. His head lands at the foot of the bed. She follows him and crawls up his painfully aroused body stroking and kissing his overheated skin before she sinks down on him and takes the lead in their lovemaking. She places her hands on his chest and uses it for leverage as she lifts her body off his cock. With only the head still inside her, she drops back down slick and wet. The look of rapture on her face is something he’ll take to his grave. Every single second of their time together is burned into his memory.

“So deep,” she manages out.

He knows this is going to go very quickly. Nikita has driven him to nearly a fever pitch. His blood tingles with erotic sensation at having her in his arms. Michael buries his hands in her hair and drags her down against him. She adjusts her movements to accommodate the new position and rocks against him in shallow thrusts.

“Nikita,” he groans into her mouth when he kisses her. When they release each other to breathe Michael redirects his attention to her breasts. He cups them and brings them to his mouth. Nikita trembles above him as he captures one puckered nipple and lavishes it with attention. 

“Oh…yes.” 

She tightens her vaginal muscles causing Michael to groan in response before he attends to its neglected twin. He can feel the perspiration on her skin as his hands caress her body. 

Michael wraps his arms around her and flips her swiftly. He holds her arms over her head and drives his body into her, violently and without shame. Nikita moans her approval.

“More...please.”

He releases his grip on her hands to lift Nikita’s lower back and alter the angle of his thrusts. Nikita in turn wraps her arms around his back. Her legs end up high on his waist and her heels dig into his lower back, encouraging the increased intensity from him. Her breath is hot on his neck. The skin of her throat is salty with sweat. His thrusts have little to no finesse. He can only think of Nikita below and around him, of pushing them both in a needy pursuit of their mutual pleasure. He can feel himself growing bigger within her. The feel of her skin against his, sets every one of his nerve endings on fire. There isn’t a single part of his body that isn’t affected by the essence of Nikita. 

“Keep going...Michael.”

She’s close. He can tell. He adjusts her body once more to change his entrance and then she’s there. He vaguely feels Nikita’s nails break the skin on his shoulder when she tenses as her orgasm hits her. It’s an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. Her strained cry catches in her throat. A few more deep and hard thrusts and Michael follows her moments later, but not before he seals his mouth to hers. He shares the pleasure of his release with her. It’s what she brings out in him. The guilt free pursuit of pleasure for the sake of pleasure and of seeking it with someone of importance.

Pressed up against each other, their breathing is ragged. There’s nowhere Michael would rather be.

Feeling heavy and sated, he rolls over and brings Nikita with him so that they lie on their sides. They’re both still intertwined--arms and legs still wrapped around the other, their faces buried in each other's necks. Their bodies, for the moment, still intimately joined.

“Hmmm,” Nikita’s husky chuckle erupts between them. She cranes her head back to see him more directly. Her lazy smile is brilliant and it hits somewhere inside him he long thought was dead. “We should do this more often.”

The sight of Nikita is utterly charming. The apples of her cheeks are still flushed, her blonde hair is in tousled disarray and her lips are swollen in the most appealing way. 

She’s all his. He’s never letting her go.

“It’s a date,” he whispers back as he cups her cheek and kisses her. It’s a slow exploration. Their lips reaffirm the connection their bodies had just made. A radiant and sated Nikita in his arms and in his bed is something he’s awed by.

When they part, Nikita’s brow furrows slightly, “The record ended.”

He smiles at her observation, “A long, long time ago,” he confirms as he kisses her forehead. By this time he’s softened enough that he slips out of Nikita’s warmth. Michael reclines on his back and Nikita adjusts herself to rest on her elbow gazing down at him. To compensate for the loss of her warmth he reaches for her knee and drapes her leg across his hip.

He strokes his hand up and down her thigh and to her backside. Nikita doesn’t remain idle. Her lips are hot and lazy on his jawline and his neck. She bestows feather light kisses on his eyelids and his brow. Her fingers comb through his hair and then trail down his nose. On his chest she draws invisible symbols. He feels claimed in every way imaginable. It’s entirely sweet and perfect.

When Michael begins to notice that her skin is beginning to gooseflesh, he moves to free the sheet below them and drapes it over them as best as he can. They are, after all, still upside down on the bed.

“So chivalrous,” Nikita observes before she kisses the cleft on his chin. She burrows herself against him and nudges her nose against his throat.

“What’s for breakfast?” She mumbles into his skin.

“Whatever you want.”

Faced with a nude and drowsy Nikita in his arms, Michael can’t help but drag a finger down one enticingly lovely breast from top to bottom. 

“How’s your cereal collection?” An impish smile crosses her lips. Michael feels her hand creep down his stomach until it curls lightly around his spent member.

“Lacking,” he manages out. His cock twitches in interest, but it’s not going to happen. It’s way too soon despite his enchanting company. Instead, he cups his hand around Nikita’s breast and kneads it softly.

“We need to expand your horizons.”

“Are you the person to do that?” he asks as he brushes his lips across her forehead. Michael reaches for one of her hands and threads his fingers through hers.

“Of course,” Nikita yawns tiredly. “There’s Coco Pops, Frosties, Smacks, Miel Pops. The world is your oyster.”

Her voice is getting more lethargic. Sleep is trying to claim her.

“You’ll just have to educate me.”

“Hmm…”

For several long minutes Michael continues to take her in, the tip of her cupid’s bow, her eyelashes, the rounded tip of her nose. 

“Michael?”

“Yes?”

“I had a really great time tonight,” her voice is soft, like she’s confessing a secret. “And not just the grand finale.”

He brings their joined hands to his lips and kisses her palm reverently.

“Me too.”

Nikita’s breathing settles down and Michael knows that she’s fallen asleep.

As much as he’d like to, he finds it difficult to do the same. Instead he passes the minutes marveling at Nikita’s pale head next to him. 

Despite Section’s best efforts Nikita remains feral and free. Operations had once accused him of not trying hard enough to break Nikita’s spirit. He can’t...he won’t. She’s adapted enough to simulate being the obedient Section operative, but just beneath the surface she bristles at any order that goes against her own moral code. She refuses to compromise her ideals for anything less than the preservation of innocent life.  That aspect of her personality, her dedication to protecting the good, appeals to the angry young university student who built bombs when he got swept up in words that spoke of revolution. Her passion appeals to the young operative who dared to love and marry a fellow operative because they wanted to and in turn mocked Section One and its rigidity.

Nikita has never lost sight of who she is even while she toils away 500ft below ground with the rest of Section. She vibrates with life and she was extending her hand to him. He’d be damned if he wasn’t finally going to take it and answer her siren’s call.

Michael doesn’t know if this is love but it feels like it transcends love into something much more indescribable. He needs Nikita as much as he needs air to breathe. It’s a miraculous thing, this need. Section will see it as a weakness. He himself has often repeated the same lines to Nikita in an attempt to distance her from him. All that is a lie. His feelings don’t make him weak. They give him something to fight for. Something precious to come home to. 

And Nikita, Lord help him, if the look in her eyes is any indication, she feels the same way. All that remains is to determine how to navigate their relationship under the always suspicious eye of Section One.

Operations and Madeline are always watching.

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