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abby82this heat has got right out of hand
by abby82
category: missing scene, PWP
rating: Explicit
word count: 3,580
disclaimer: they don’t belong to me, no money is being made. I’m only borrowing them.
story finished: July 2022
links: LJ | AO3 | Tumblr
summary: A summer heatwave sweeps across Europe and Nikita can't sleep.
Nikita shifts in bed for what seems like the one hundredth time that night.
She feels sticky and no matter how she positions her body, she can’t get comfortable. There’s a fine film of perspiration down her chest and between her breasts. When she runs her hand across her collarbone, she’s half disgusted with the moisture that clings to her hand.
“What is it?” Michael’s sleepy voice penetrates the darkness around them.
“It’s hot,” She knows she sounds petulant but she can’t help it. It is hot.
They’d both nearly collapsed into bed when they’d finally arrived in Michael’s loft. The mission they’d just completed had been grueling, with several operatives experiencing moderate but thankfully not life threatening injuries. Nikita herself had some seriously overworked muscles after helping to save an operative that almost fell off the roof during excessive gunfire.
Sleep was the only thing on their minds.
Not long into the night the power went out. Nikita hadn’t noticed but Michael had. A massive and lingering heatwave had swept across Europe and even at night the temperatures soared to record heights. It was going to get uncomfortable very quick.
Michael had worked his way across the loft opening windows and then double checked that his security’s battery backup had engaged. Satisfied with his modifications he headed back to bed.
Nikita was burrowed comfortably underneath the duvet cover. Her bright blond hair partially obscured her sleeping face. He carefully uncovered her and draped the duvet over the foot of the bed. She moaned softly in protest but settled back down when Michael ran a soothing hand across her eyebrow.
He stripped off his pajama pants and crawled into bed naked. He adjusted the thin top sheet over both of them and promptly fell back asleep.
“How can you sleep in this weather?” She asks him. Michael seems unperturbed at the rising temperatures.
“Hmm…”
His incoherent mumble is honestly more of an answer than she expected. The windows are all open, she notices, but there’s really no breeze. There’s nothing to circulate the air.
Nikita turns her attention back to Michael. He’s sleeping on his stomach. His arms hug the pillow beneath his head. The top sheet rides low on Michael’s hips. She knows he’s naked under there. The sheet gives her not only a tantalizing view of the dimples above his buttocks but also its swell. It lovingly clings to the contours of his amazing ass.
Maybe that’s the key.
Nikita promptly sits up and removes her cotton camisole before lying back down. It’s a little better but not enough to make a difference. She reaches down and slips off her underwear for good measure too.
She lies naked and supine on the bed and not a degree cooler. She stares at the wooden beams that make up the high ceiling of Michael’s home, trying to will herself to sleep.
She’s woefully unsuccessful.
Nikita tilts her head and looks at Michael sleeping. His dark eyelashes fan across his face and his lips are slightly parted. His back rises and falls slightly with each of his breaths. His shorter hair leaves the nape of his neck exposed and cool. He probably wouldn’t be sleeping so soundly if his hair was still long.
She reaches over and impulsively runs her fingers through the back of his shortened hair. She watches as the strands effortlessly and quickly slip between her fingers.
“N’kita…sleep,” he mumbles. Despite his preference to sleep, Michael curiously leans into her touch.
“I can’t. I’m hot.”
She briefly contemplates heading into Section. It’s definitely cooler 500 feet below ground.
She also wonders if the power is out at her apartment. Maybe they can go there.
“Can we go on the roof?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Michael’s eyes open long enough to confirm something before he closes them again.
“You’d have to put on clothes.”
That’s not gonna happen, she thinks morosely.
Nikita flips onto her stomach and tries to replicate Michael’s sleeping position. The pillow makes it too hot and she promptly pushes it off the bed.
In his sleep Michael rolls over and throws an arm across her waist.
Normally she’s all for Michael touching her but not when they’re in the middle of a heat wave. Not to mention that the man gives off plenty of heat himself.
She gingerly removes his arm and places it down on the bed. Frustrated, Nikita rises and starts to move towards the bathroom. She hopes that there’s still running water.
“Where you going?” Michael’s voice is sleep rough.
“Shower.”
Nikita turns the shower knobs and doesn’t even test the water’s temperature before she steps inside. She sighs in relief and leans against the tiles. The cool water feels heavenly. If only she could sleep standing up.
She lingers longer than she probably should but eventually she makes it back to the bed soaking wet. She’d given her hair only a cursory squeeze to get out some of the moisture, but it’s still wet enough to provide some prolonged comfort.
“Did it work?” Michael asks quietly.
“I think so,” she answers back as she finally drifts off.
It feels like only minutes have gone by but her watch says that she slept approximately two hours. The power still hasn’t come back on and Nikita is once again covered uncomfortably in sweat.
Michael continues to sleep next to her, oblivious to her plight.
During the few precious hours of sleep she did get, the sheet covering Michael’s lower half has fallen off, leaving his beautiful body completely bare. If it was any other night, they’d be all over each other.
Nikita opens her mouth in a jaw breaking yawn wondering why she should be so unlucky to not have Michael’s talent for sleeping through the night.
The shower had been a good idea earlier so she drags herself back into the bathroom looking for another cool shower. As she stands there yawning, she contemplates the bathtub.
If she gets in there, she can stay cool longer and possibly get some sleep. She could probably also drown, but she preferred not to think about that.
The bathroom has a skylight that lets in the moonlight.
Silvery light streaks inside the simple room. It’s all so perfectly moody, but moody is not what Nikita is looking for. She briefly wonders how much heat one measly candle can emanate. Candlelight would certainly help with the calming and intimate ambiance she prefers. She often gets drowsy while soaking in the tub. Of course usually she’s soaking in muscle relaxing hot water and has Michael wrapped around her. That’s certainly not the case now.
While the water in the tub runs, she fishes one candle out of the drawer that houses them and lights it. Her mood automatically brightens when the candle casts flickering golden light to counteract the somber moonlight.
Once the tub has filled to the desired depth Nikita steps in and promptly submerges herself. Her hair floats up around her and she resides in a world of absolute silence.
When she finally reemerges, cool and content, the retreating bath water runs in rivets across her face.
Pleased with her set up, she folds up some towels and lays them behind her head to serve as a cushion. After a long and luscious stretch, Nikita opens her legs and drapes them over the edge of the tub. The cool porcelain feels good on her skin. It’s probably not the most lady-like position but at this point she’s beyond caring.
The water feels nice and she can feel the temperature dropping. She shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable and the sound of water splashing pierces the quiet night. Her eyelids feel heavy and she closes them in anticipation of something resembling sleep.
After a few blissful minutes, Nikita’s sixth sense prickles with awareness. She’s being watched.
She opens her eyes to see Michael leaning against the doorframe taking her in. He’s unrepentant in his nudity and he’s clearly admiring hers.
“I still can’t sleep and I’m tired.”
Nikita’s not normally shy, but she feels uncomfortably exposed. She notices that Michael’s gaze lingers between her legs. Her modesty rears its head at the most unlikely of situations. When she goes to close her legs, Michael has edged closer and stops her with a simple touch on her ankle.
Lightly callused fingers rub circles against her ankle bone. His nails scratch against her skin and she feels arousal pooling within her.
To her not great surprise, Michael lifts one of her legs and he eases into the bathtub opposite her. When he lowers her leg back down, he’s given an even closer look at her body.
“I can help you sleep,” he offers. His voice is liquid smoke and she tries not to squirm underneath his heated gaze.
His hands encircle her ankles and his fingers lightly skim along her calves. Nikita shivers at his touch. Fingers dance up her knees and down to her submerged inner thighs. Teasing thumbs caress her skin where she aches for him.
Michael’s eyes are dark and they glisten under the light of the single candle. He licks his lips, pink tongue peeking out enticingly. However, his mouth isn’t what he’s offering. Fingers seek out her core and he slowly parts her. He rubs his knuckles along her wet seam, only hinting at the touch she craves.
Unashamed, Nikita shifts until she’s pressing herself against his hand. Michael promptly retreats and he leaves Nikita feeling unfulfilled.
“You’re not helping. You’re making it worse.”
Nikita wants to wipe the smug smile that graces his features if it wasn’t so damn sexy. His hands are back on her legs tracing imaginary lines across her skin. They even detour towards her feet where Michael playfully massages her toes.
Nikita huffs in annoyance as Michael continues to touch her everywhere but where she needs him. She can see his stiffened arousal beneath the surface of the water. She’s about to give him a taste of his own medicine when finally, FINALLY, he parts her folds and slips two fingers into her. She’s already wet for him.
The sigh she lets out is louder than she’d expected. Michael pumps his fingers inside her and together they achieve a lovely rhythm that leaves her slowly reaching a higher plane of pleasure. Every caress magnifies the sensations she’s feeling.
“How’s that?” His aroused voice sends tendrils of desire up her spine.
“Nice,” she manages out.
“Only nice?”
Michael clearly sees that as an affront to his sexual skills and he moves his thumb to mercilessly attack her clit.
“Oh!” Her gasp is sharp and strained.
Nikita rocks her lower body in response to the extra stimulation and she tightens her grip on the rim of the tub. Her knuckles turn white from the pressure.
She undulates her body seeking out more of Michael’s expert touch. The orgasm within her builds steadily like a wave. It’s only a matter of time before it sweeps her away.
Michael’s eyes on her are heady as he watches her respond to his touch. He leans closer to her and places his lips on her bent kneecap. He drags his lips and tongue down the side of her thigh and sucks greedily on her skin.
Along with the sound of water lapping against them, Nikita’s breathy gasps of pleasure fill the silence around them.
With pinpoint accuracy, Michael’s other hand takes over at her clit and soon enough the tight coil of tension within her unwinds with the intensity of her orgasm.
Michael works her through the climax, prolonging it as long as her body is willing to cooperate. Nikita groans deep and long as her body continues to convulse deliciously with the after effects of the relief Michael has given her.
He looks more than pleased with himself and his eyes linger over every inch of her flushed and sated body.
“Think you can sleep now,” he asks her indulgently. He’s withdrawn his fingers from her moist inner heat, but he doesn’t go far. Michael always touches her like he’s afraid she’s going to disappear.
Nikita chuckles quietly, “You’re awfully proud of yourself aren’t you.”
Michael doesn’t answer but the slight raise of his eyebrows and the small smile that graces his lips says enough. He runs his hands up and down her legs in a soothing manner.
“The serotonin released by orgasm is an excellent sleep aid.”
He might as well be sharing mission details, given his flat delivery but there’s amusement in his eyes. Nikita laughs again feeling pleasantly lethargic.
She hadn’t expected company when she sought out a cooler way to spend the remainder of the night, but Nikita wasn’t going to let a good thing like Michael go unappreciated. She encourages him to stretch his legs out and they end up on either side of her. She playfully teases his long toes by swirling them each around like he had done to her earlier. He looks at her with one of the most serene expressions she’s ever seen on him. Michael is no stranger to casting her heated looks that make her want to have her wicked way with him, but what this particular look lacks in heat, it makes up for in tenderness. Nikita smiles shyly at him before refocusing back on the task she’s given herself. The bones between his toes at the top of his foot receive careful and thorough attention.
Michael rubs the sole of his other foot against her upper arm, occasionally dipping to grace the side of her breast. The surface of the water in the tub is disturbed with every pass he makes.
Nikita wraps her arm around one of his legs and kisses his muscular calf. Too often she’s admired the strength in his powerful body. In much the same way Michael caressed her skin, Nikita reciprocates with purpose.
Michael has not been idle while she tends to his lower extremities. He holds one of her feet in his hands and graces her with a foot rub as well. He strokes the center of her foot from the heel to the ball in long and decadent strokes. Her heel, given her propensity to wear fashionable footwear, receives strong and circular motions. They continue like this for a while, enjoying the sensual and affectionate touches they give each other.
No longer content with the parts of Michael’s body within reach, Nikita slowly rises on her knees and moves towards Michael’s end of the tub. She’s pleased to discover that he’s still erect and she teasingly rubs her lower body against him. The feel of him, hot and hard, against her slick folds teases her almost as much as it teases him. Her water cooled fingers slide down the side of his face and she whispers into his lips, “Your turn,” before she kisses him fiercely, her tongue seeking entrance into his welcoming mouth.
Michael tenderly cradles the nape of her neck, the exact same spot where sweat had uncomfortably pooled earlier in the night. Once the source of irritating memories, Michael’s touch replaces them with feathery weightlessness.
Without interrupting the interplay between their lips, Michael holds himself steady while Nikita drops slowly, engulfing him in her heat.
“Hmm,” Nikita moans into his mouth. Michael’s hands land on her hips and his grip tightens in agreement.
He stretches her so completely and their lips break apart as they both take in deep breaths. The feeling of him deep inside her feels more and more remarkable every time they come together. This is Michael, the enigma of a man who is her teacher, protector, betrayer, and lover all in one. She knows with great certainty that Michael would die for her. She’d never ask it of him, but she is constantly reminded of that fact every time they make love. It’s in his touch, the way he looks at her and in that indescribable element that crackles between them.
Nikita squeezes her inner muscles and a rumbling moan erupts from deep within Michael’s chest.
“I got you,” she tells him and her hands caress the planes of his strong chest. She starts to rock her body slowly, rubbing her sensitive breasts against him. Nikita rains kisses down Michael’s jawline, taking in the rough texture of his beard. It’s irritating on her skin, often leaving telltale signs of their nocturnal activities but Nikita loves what it represents, that they belong to each other.
Michael’s fingers drift down her chest until he reaches her breast. He slowly rubs a thumb around one of her hardened nipples, sending sparks of electricity across her body.
Picking up the pace of their lovemaking, Nikita encourages Michael’s hand to squeeze her breast by directing his hand where she wants it. His lips have settled in the space between her neck and shoulder. She can faintly hear him mumble something unintelligible against her skin. All she can make out is her name in Michael’s desire filled voice. He seeks out the perfect spot that always drives her crazy with need. It’s a path he’s traveled before and he finds it unerringly. She falters momentarily in her movements and Michael laughs quietly into her skin.
He knows the effect he has on her.
Any indignation she has with him dissipates when he further reminds her how well he knows her body. Nikita moans in approval when he rolls one of her nipples between his fingers. The growing sparks of her climax begins to build within her where they’re intimately joined.
Michael kisses down her chest until he reaches her other sensitive nipple, enveloping it with his talented mouth. He suckles hard, tugging at it with his teeth. She arches her back encouraging him more and she keens at the sensations he pulls from her. Nikita moans his name breathless and holds his head to her body. She needs more and Michael freely gives it. He grips her rear end and assists with her movement over him. It’s all so perfect. When Michael seeks out her lips with his hungry mouth she happily drinks him in. He’s insatiable. The passion in his kiss causes an outpouring of emotion from her. It’s all the more sublime knowing that Michael would do anything for them to be together.
He’s in so deep that it’s difficult to comprehend a time when Michael didn’t have free rein over her body. He knows exactly what his touch does to her. How she’ll respond to the slightest change to the depths of his thrusts or that of his lips coaxing delirious noises from her. He uses that knowledge to take her to the very edge of ecstasy.
She can feel it when Michael's control starts to fray. He holds her steady above him and thrusts upward into her body with more force. His pace is urgent and erratic, clear evidence that his own orgasm is close. The bathwater splashes around them. Nikita hangs on to him desperately and buries her face in his neck. She can feel him strain to prolong this encounter just a little longer.
Nikita whimpers into his neck as she rushes towards her second orgasm. When it hits her she cries out. Her body convulses uncontrollably around Michael. It urges him to follow her into the state of bliss where nothing can ruin the perfection of their joining. Michael continues thrusting into her until he follows her afterwards with a low groan.
They lean up against each other, spent and still entwined. The only sound in the quiet room is that of their breathing.
They each pepper soft kisses on each other’s skin before their lips find their way together. Michael slips his tongue inside her and Nikita sighs at the connection.
“Nice?” Michael asks her between lazy kisses.
Nikita tightens her arms around him and answers in the affirmative.
“More than nice,” she answers as lethargy begins to seep in.
Noticing her drowsiness, Michael rises out of the tub with her in his arms and he carefully carries her back into the bedroom. They’re both soaking wet but neither one of them gives it much thought.
Michael lays her on his side of the bed and tucks the top sheet loosely around her. She vaguely notices that he spends a few seconds standing watch over her as sleep slowly tries to take her under.
When Michael finally climbs into bed, Nikita turns towards him and reaches for his hand. She holds it loosely to her chest and against her heart.
Just before Nikita succumbs to sleep, she feels Michael’s lips pressed against her forehead before he lowers them to her lips.
“Des rêves agréables…bien dormir,” are the last words she hears before exhaustion claims her.
Nikita wakes up late the following morning curled up against Michael and surprisingly well rested. The loft is comfortably cool.
Michael stirs along with her. He curls his arm around her head and strokes her temple with his fingers.
“You’re on downtime,” he whispers into her ear. “Rest.”
She’s in that blissful state between sleep and full alertness. She can feel Michael’s arms around her and the rise and fall of his chest. Who is she to argue with a few more hours cradled in the solid arms of this man that gives her so much and asks for so little.
“Stay,” she speaks into the warmth of his skin and Nikita drifts off once more.
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