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abby82you'll come apart at my touch
by abby82
category: missing scene
rating: Explicit
word count: 5,654
disclaimer: they don’t belong to me, no money is being made. I’m only borrowing them.
story finished: December 2022
links: LJ | AO3 | Tumblr
summary: Nikita has a surprise for Michael. He only needs to open it.
It’s late. Section is quiet, with only the slightest hint of activity.
Birkoff recently called it a night. A half chewed on licorice stick is all that remains at his station. A trio of operatives confer in a corner near Comm and Nikita sits on a stool in Walter’s workstation.
From there she has a clear view of Michael’s office with its partially closed blinds.
Nikita had purposely hung around Section while Michael wrapped up his day. She’d kept herself busy by researching an upstart militant group that had been crossing their paths. Missions involving them had increased recently. When she’d felt herself going crossed eyed from all the data, she wandered over to Walter’s and kept him company while he fiddled with his inventory.
She rather likes this dance she and Michael are engaged in. It’s all subtle suggestions and private glances. They aren’t about to advertise the shift in their relationship, although she suspects it isn’t much of a secret.
When Michael does emerge from the sanctuary that is his office, she promptly straightens, gathers her coat and scarf and gives her farewells to Walter.
“Lucky bastard,” she hears him mutter after Nikita kisses his weathered cheek.
She catches up to Michael on the hallway towards the lift that takes them up and away from the secluded bowels of Section One. Their steps synchronize easily. To the casual observer, their demeanor is almost indifferent…detached. Both of them clad in unyielding Section black; the same but not. Michael, always elegant and impenetrable. Nikita with a sense of renegade and effortless sexiness—a long sleeved and stylish sweater dress paired with thigh high suede boots. Just a glimpse of creamy skin can be seen between the hemline of her dress and the tops of her boots.
“Heading out?” She asks without looking at him, eyes straight ahead. Her tone is nonchalant.
“Yes.”
“Want some company?”
It isn’t until they reach the exit that he stops and answers her.
“Of course.”
“Where to?” The question comes once they’re in the elevator.
“Home.”
Nikita can’t help but privately smile. She loves it when he says that, “Home.”
Heading to the surface always makes it easier for Nikita to breathe. The cold, harsh grip of Section lessens the closer they get to fresh air. It’s all an illusion, of course, the Section is everywhere, but it’s easier to believe the lie when she feels the sun on her face or the breeze in her hair. In the real world, pretending doesn’t seem so bad.
Michael’s Mercedes is nearby. Always the gentleman, Michael opens the passenger side door for her. Crossing in front of him, she gets deliberately close to his personal space. They’re still in Section, but she can’t deny herself just a tease of Michael’s intense magnetism. She strokes his upper arm intimately and allows herself a very knowing perusal of his lips, just before she settles into her seat. The look of hooded desire Michael gives her doesn’t go unnoticed.
Their drive is quiet. The intermittent darkness of the car’s interior is only momentarily illuminated by the strobing headlights of passing cars and the glow of the city street lights. They travel through tree lined boulevards and by closed shops and restaurants.
Nikita takes to admiring Michael’s strong profile. It is shadowed chiaroscuro. His intelligent eyes scan the road in front of him and his mouth allows just the tiniest glimpse of his tongue.
Her body tingles with anticipation. His hands on the steering wheel makes her think of the different things his hands could do to her body. She shifts her legs slightly in her seat and the suede of her boots rustles quietly.
Michael doesn’t touch her when he parks his car. Michael doesn’t touch her when they both exit the vehicle. Michael still doesn’t touch her as they cross from the small covered parking near his building.
It isn’t until they cross the wrought iron gate that encloses his building that Michael places a solid guiding hand on her lower back. Surveillance, Nikita tells herself.
Level Five operatives are spared the intrusive surveillance everyone else is subjected to. However, that’s not to say Section doesn’t take the occasional peak or that the exterior of their residences aren’t monitored.
Nikita shivers slightly at the intrusion of it all. The violation she felt when Eric showed her the surveillance of her disrobing still stings.
Michael’s observant eyes notice her change in temperament.
“Cold,” she offers in explanation. Michael shifts minutely closer. His hands settle on her upper arms and slowly rub warmth back into her body. He’s looking at her with so much gentle affection. She’s about to lean further into him when they reach his floor, interrupting the quiet moment between them.
Once inside, his hands linger on her shoulders as he helps her remove her coat and the scarf she wears. He stores them away in a closet along with his.
He’s silently asking her to stay.
Michael’s loft is large and cavernous. Brick walls, wooden beams and exposed piping reflect the space’s industrial origin. It’s sparsely furnished but still comfortable. Michael is not one for clutter.
The sound of Nikita’s heeled boots click on the hardwood floors. She walks further into his space, trying to suss out if he’s made more changes from when she was here last. She sees none; records are still neat and orderly, two arm chairs complement a leather couch. She turns to find Michael quietly taking her in.
“Can I get you anything?” Always so polite, so courteous.
“Surveillance?”
“None.”
“Would you mind if I made myself comfortable?”
“Not at all,” he answers as he walks slowly towards her. His eyes burn for her.
She moves a hand towards her hair, but Michael captures it before it gets there.
“May I?” He asks, as he gestures to her hair. It had been up in a disheveled top knot. It tumbles down around her shoulders when Michael removes the two pins holding it up.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day.” He confesses as he threads his fingers through her loosened strands.
“You’ve been watching me.” She doesn’t know why that surprises her. Over the years she’s often spotted Michael silently observing her.
“How could I not?”
This attraction of theirs is not something that should be rushed, even if it’s been years in the making. It’s something to be savored. Every touch, every glance is marked with a deep seated desire that’s always simmering below the surface. They’ve become masters at prolonging their need for each other.
And yet, it’s been way too long since they’ve had any time together. The sheer power of Michael’s masculine grace and alluring charm is too much to deny. Nikita quickly cuts the distance between them and captures Michael’s lips with hers.
She won’t be denied any longer.
His kiss is electric. Michael’s hands fall to her hips and he draws her solidly against him.
They don’t dawdle after that. Rather insistently, Michael helps her shimmy out of her dress. Cool air hits her skin when the dress clears her head. She’s left standing before him in a matching black lingerie set and her black suede thigh high boots.
Michael’s lips part ever so slightly as he takes her in. The tiniest of smiles and the fire that flares in his eyes show her that Michael is pleased with the picture she presents.
“This is new,” he comments as he fingers the sheer tulle of her demi bra.
Her body sways closer to him, like the positive and negative poles of a magnet; opposites that attract; forever paired.
“This old thing?” Nikita jokes. “You like?”
His lips quirk up. “Very much.” His eyes are dark with admiration. “It’s see through.”
It’s very see through, Michael. Thank you for noticing.
“So it is…”
Michael runs a sole finger along the curve of her breast. Her skin tingles beneath his touch and the tops of her breasts strain against their enclosures. Her fingers twitch at her side, desperate to touch him, but she tells herself to stand still.
She’s been incredibly curious as to how Michael will approach this beautiful lingerie set of hers.
His finger circles her areola and they both watch her nipples pucker and press insistently against the sheer fabric. It’s almost enough to distract her from the feeling of Michael’s other hand moving to caress her waist. No longer able to keep her hands to herself, Nikita grasps onto Michael’s upper arms. She needs something to help steady her.
“Quite provocative.” His voice is smoky; his accent, just slightly thickened. Nikita’s body tightens in response. Arousal is pooling in her belly and her skin is beginning to feel overheated.
One of life’s simple pleasures is the feeling of beautiful and nice things against her skin, but now, her lingerie feels restrictive.
“I like how it makes me feel…powerful…sensual…desired.”
“You are,” he tells her, after he’s managed to tear his eyes away from the hypnotic motion of his fingers on her breast.
Tempted by other parts of her body, Michael stops his ministrations. The backs of both his hands tease her torso until they bracket her waist. His thumbs rub leisurely circles on her stomach, causing it to tremble. Michael licks his lips knowingly and Nikita feels herself getting increasingly wet.
“Was that the only reason?” He asks.
For just a second, Nikita almost forgets what his question is in reference to. It’s amazing how such a simple touch can make her lose concentration.
“It was one of several considerations,” she finally answers, remembering that she’s in charge of this seduction. It’s up to her if she wants to reward or deny, not that she plans on holding out too long.
She moves closer still and Nikita ghosts her lips over Michael’s whiskered chin. Clean shaven, he’s stunning but the appearance of his evening beard takes Michael’s striking good looks to a whole other level.
A single hand moves to cup her breast and squeezes softly. She lets out a soft sigh at the heat of his touch and arches her body even closer. She watches her breast fill his hand. She desperately wants his other hand on her. Instead, it moves down to her outer thigh and Michael’s fingertips play her expertly.
Perhaps there’s something to be said about ceding her advantage. Especially when Michael’s touch is simply not enough. To get what she wants, Nikita needs to give to receive.
He clearly wants her naked. If his heated gaze is any indication, she would have been stripped bare a long time ago.
“I really wondered what you’d think about it.”
“You’re exquisite,” Michael answers without hesitation. “but at the end of the day…I prefer bare skin…your skin.”
“So I shouldn’t have bothered, then?”
Michael huffs softly and smiles.
“I never said that.”
“Good, because I have others,” she taunts.
His other hand abandons its designs on her thigh and slips behind to caress her bottom. His fingers lightly knead her through the equally sheer tulle of her panties.
“Do I get to see them?”
Nikita bites her lower lip. “If you’re good,” she teases and she playfully kisses his chin.
He gives her breast a meaningful squeeze and the lustful look Michael gives her causes a new rush of moisture between her legs.
“Or not,” she chuckles, slightly breathless. Michael’s hands feel so good.
“Nikita,” Michael’s voice is strained. “This needs to come off.”
“Had your fill already?”
She starts to step backwards and away but Michael’s hands quickly come to her forearms and draw her back to him, their bodies making full contact.
He slants his face and captures her lips in a passionate and needy kiss. His hands deftly go behind her back and undo the clasp of her bra. It falls from her shoulders easily and Nikita feels the soft cashmere of Michael’s sweater against her bare breasts. The texture feels wonderful against her hardened nipples.
She moans into their kiss and starts to undo Michael’s belt. It comes off easily and lands with a clink against the floor.
Michael kisses down her throat and she works to untuck his sweater from his pants. Her hands sneak under his sweater. His skin is so warm. Not only do her hands caress his abdomen, but they move upwards to outline his pectorals. Nikita needs him so badly, but they’re still in the main room of his loft.
Bed or couch, she debates internally.
With his hands supporting her lower back, Michael leans down and takes one of her nipples into his mouth. The scrape of his five o’clock shadow feels absolutely delicious. He licks and sucks on her skin while she buries her fingers in his hair. Nikita sighs in pleasure at the ongoing pressure he’s creating.
“We need to get upstairs,” he murmurs into her breast.
“Yeah…okay,” she answers, distracted by the feeling of his lips and teeth.
Michael lifts his head and what she sees are his eyes dilated with passion. He gives her brief and playful kisses while he steers her backwards towards the short staircase that leads to his sleeping area..
With arms wrapped around each other, and their lips sealed together, they press against the banister. He hikes one of her legs against his hip, opening her up. Their hips rock against each other and Nikita feels the weight of his arousal against her center. Michael moans softly at the contact.
Getting Michael naked is thankfully easy. He’s a willing participant. Nikita starts to lift the hem of his sweater. Michael takes over and removes it, revealing his strong torso.
Taking her hand in his, he turns and leads her up the short steps.
Michael’s bed beckons them and Nikita places her hands on his shoulders, encouraging him to sit down.
She smiles at the beautiful man before her. Her fingers lightly graze his lips, enjoying the simplicity of touching him. Michael wraps his fingers around hers and places an affectionate and wet kiss on her palm. His lips travel the short path to her inner wrist.
Not once do their eyes break contact.
Straddling him, they kiss and touch. Their hands stroke all available warm and supple skin. They are getting reacquainted after their time apart, touching all those special places that make them gasp.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers into the heated skin of his jawline.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
They’d been running separate missions for two weeks now, with only a few cursory encounters throughout. It was why she waited for him today. The need was too great.
Michael’s hands settle on her breasts. His thumbs tease at her hardened nipples and Nikita whimpers at the feeling of profound desire that she’s experiencing. She lovingly strokes the hard bulge in his pants and Nikita chuckles softly when Michael momentarily freezes to groan and compose himself.
He insistently buries his hands in her hair and Michael’s lips are on hers once more. Their mouths languidly explore each other. To say that she loves kissing Michael is an understatement. The man has a gift at making her feel like nothing in the world matters more than being with her and exploring her body at his leisure.
In Michael’s arms, Nikita feels cherished.
Suddenly, she gasps in surprise as her world turns over. Michael has flipped them over and moved them further onto the bed.
She revels in the weight of Michael above her. His hands are everywhere, stroking the fire of her desire.
Her legs naturally fall open and he settles between them. She can feel his prominent arousal through his trousers as he rocks his hips slowly against hers. He’s gonna drive them both insane with hunger. Nikita cradles his body and luxuriates in the chance to be together.
The feeling of his skin below her hands is a tactile experience that gets better every time.
Michael’s lips slip away as he works his way down her chest. He takes his time to lavish her breasts with ardent attention. Every tug that he gives her nipples with his teeth, every maddening lick causes a new rush of arousal between her legs. All she can do is run her hands through his hair. His short strands slip through her fingers again and again.
“Michael,” she moans, her voice breathy and needy.
She squirms below him, rocking her hips upwards in search of some much needed friction. A single hand caresses her body until it reaches the space between her legs. His fingers confidently massage her through her now soaked panties.
Michael leaves her much loved breasts and continues his trip down to her stomach.
The cool bed sheets beneath her have a cooling effect on her overheated skin. Michael’s lips are covering her entire stomach in heated licks and kisses. He’s feasting on her. As good as it feels, she needs more. Her legs are not still and when one of her heels catches on the duvet, Nikita groans at her absentmindedness. In her haste to disrobe Michael, she’d completely forgotten to remove her boots.
It’s awkward but she reaches down and starts to undo the zipper behind one of her boots. Noticing her distraction and her intention, Michael steadies her hand.
“Leave them,” Michael whispers and another sensual thrill shoots up her spine.
Nikita smiles wickedly at him and drags him back up her body. She kisses him hotly. Their tongues mingle intimately fueling their desire. She wraps her boot clad legs purposely around his hips and strokes his calves sensually with the back of her boots.
“Who knew you had a shoe fetish,” she teases.
“Only for you,” he answers matter of factly and his kisses her again.
“Where was I?” He remarks when he breaks their kiss.
“Driving me crazy is what you were doing,” she says, half pouting.
“I’m just getting started.” His voice is smoky and his accent much more pronounced.
God, he’s so sexy.
Michael trails his hot lips back down her body. His beard tickles her throat; it scratches the skin between her breasts; it teases right below her navel. His fingers capture the waistband of her sheer bikini bottoms. He eases them off her hips and down her legs over her boots.
She lays there, completely bare, except for her thigh high boots and completely aroused. Michael looks at her like he’s ready to devour her. His desire for her is so clearly written on his face that she’s momentarily taken aback.
Nikita rubs her hands over Michael’s thighs, still clad in his trousers.
“Why are you still wearing these?” She asks, almost petulant.
Michael backs off the bed and starts to undo and remove his trousers.
“You’re too distracting,” he offers in explanation as he finally removes his last bit of clothing.
He crawls back onto bed looking every bit as powerful and male that her own body responds intensely to him.
Not one to be hurried, Michael rubs her arousal against her folds. She squirms below him, frustrated with his game. She huffs in annoyance but that only seems to encourage Michael.
She cups her breasts and arches her body at the sensation. She twists her nipples tightly and moans his name.
Michael smirks at her, clearly enjoying the view. He uses his wet cock to stimulate her clit and Nikita undulates her body even more against him. His eyes are half hooded. His lips, moist and parted.
Now coated and slick with her arousal, Michael finally positions himself at her entrance and in one solid push, he enters her completely.
Nikita gasps at the blissful sensation of being parted and she tilts her hips to take in more of Michael’s heated length.
Their mouths come together like their bodies and they kiss feverishly. Michael sets a powerful rhythm and Nikita meets him stroke for stroke. A moan from both of them makes her smile, knowing that the pleasure she feels within her is equally reflected in Michael.
His entire body moves against hers and Nikita wraps her arms around his shoulders to ground herself. Michael fills her so well. In his arms, her path to completion is always erotic and sublime.
“Oh, God!”
Her breathing turns increasingly ragged as she takes jarring breaths with each one of Michael’s powerful thrusts. She can feel the perspiration that has formed on his back.
She drags his face to hers and gives him a heated and wet kiss. Buried within her lungs is a sob of pure joy. Michael’s touch gives her more pleasure than she’s ever known. She’s never felt more connected to another human being than when Michael moves within her.
The press of their bodies against each other is a luxury they still haven’t quite made sense of yet.
“So good,” she whispers.
Michael lifts himself up and her hands struggle to keep contact. She instantly mourns the loss of his solid body and she whimpers in displeasure.
He lifts her legs onto each one of his shoulders, all the while thrusting fiercely inside her.
She needs to grab on to something. Nikita feverishly runs her hands across his chest before her hands reach behind her head and grab onto the edge of the mattress.
She cries out at the intensity of it all. It’s almost too much. Her skin feels like it’s on fire. The pressure between her legs builds and builds.
“Almost,” she tells him.
At that revelation, he pulls out of her, leaving her empty and desperate for him.
“No,” she whines. Michael caresses the suede of her boots before backing up and lowering his mouth to her throbbing sex. His mouth engulfs her sensitive clit and she cries out in pleasure.
His tongue. God, his sinful tongue and his lips. His entire mouth.
It seeks out her folds and he laps at her arousal. His talented mouth does unspeakable things to her clit. Instantly, her hands go to his hair. It’s twisted and pulled as she holds him to her.
Nikita moans and reacts further to this touch as her body continues to roll with sensual delight. Michael moans too, clearly enjoying her reaction to his talented mouth.
He holds her legs open, all the while running his hands up and down her legs.
She feels the wave of her orgasm quickly approaching and she moans Michael’s name in pleasure. Just a little more and he’ll have her there.
Two of Michael’s fingers seek entrance and soon he penetrates her as well. Between his mouth and his head, Nikita feels pleasure in every single part of her body. She cries out and when she looks back down, she is greeted by the sight of a disheveled and desired filled Michael.
His lips quirk up slightly before he pulls back, leaving her body. Nikita groans in frustration.
“Damn it, Michael. I wanna come.”
Nikita moves her hand between her legs, fully intending to take matters into her own hands, so to speak, but Michael intercepts it.
“No…wait.”
He takes two of her fingers into his mouth and soaks them with his saliva. Then he lowers them to her clit and he watches as she pleasures herself before him.
His erection bobs between them, slick from its time inside her but also leaking from the head.
Michael bends her legs and he runs his hands up and down the suede of her boots. She’s disappointed that she can’t feel his hand on her skin directly. In the meantime, she has to settle to feeling it through her boots.
She does catch his heated gaze as she pleasures herself and it makes her forget all about being disappointed.
He likes watching her. She can tell and so she arches her back sensually and moans. She’ll give Michael something to look at. With him, she feels desired in ways her lingerie can’t compete with.
“You’re beautiful, Nikita. So beautiful.” He almost whispers it, but she can hear him loud and clear.
Nikita doesn’t want to come to her own touch. She wants Michael and so she stops to tell him so.
“I need you.”
He drapes himself over her and kisses her. His tongue sweeps into her mouth possessively and it swirls against her own. She cradles his torso with her boot clad legs and her hand drops to his arousal and strokes him slowly. He pulsates in her hand and Michael groans into the space between her neck and shoulder.
“I need you too.”
Michael disentangles himself from her long enough to quickly undo the zipper of her boots and remove them from her legs.
He drops them over the side of the bed and they land on the floor with a hard thud.
Now she’s complete bare and Michael bestows all her newly exposed skin with languid and sensual love bites.
Up her body he travels, kissing, licking and sucking on her skin. It feels so good and now Michael is back within reach that she can run her hands across his shoulders and down his back.
Her breasts get some attention too and Nikita can feel his arousal as it settles across her thigh.
He sinks his arousal back into her and they both moan at the union.
They move together, steady and ardent. Their bodies were made for each other.
Michael hikes her right leg further up his hips and the change in angle causes her to cry out.
“Close,” she whines. “Almost.”
He pushes inside her again and again. The power of his body has her gasping at the end of her thrusts.
“Nikita,” he moans against her lips before he brings their mouths together for a deeply intense and powerful kiss.
He maneuvers a hand between them and finds the bundle of nerves between her legs. With a few concentrated swipes Nikita’s climax hit at full force. Her body radiates pure energy as it courses throughout her body. Michael consumes her pleasured filled cries.
Her inner muscles squeeze Michael tightly as she rides the wave of her orgasm. With a few more long and forceful strokes within her, he too finds his release in a stuttering quiet moan.
In the quiet that envelops them, Nikita holds Michael to her. Sexually sated and heart beating rapidly.
Now that he’s up close and in her arms again, she can see that the bindings down the back of her boots lightly chafed both of his strong shoulders. She lovingly kisses away the redness she sees. It’s superficial but Nikita likes to pretend that her touch will help soothe the markings.
Michael lifts himself up and gives her a very thorough and toe curling kiss. Even after an exhilarating sexual encounter, the power of Michael’s kiss never ceases to surprise her.
His handsome face looks incredibly peaceful and dare she say it, happy. He lightly fingers the slightly sweaty strands at her temple as he sweetly nuzzles her nose with his own.
A happy laugh bubbles up from inside her.
“You’re incredible,” she tells him, smiling broadly. Her body courses with the blissful after effects of her orgasm and the high of being with Michael.
“Thank you,” he responds with mock seriousness. Humor shines in his eyes.
With one final lingering peck on the lips, Michael eases himself off of her and cradles her against his side.
Nikita props herself against Michael’s chest and leans forward to ghost her lips over his.
“So…I take it you liked my boots.”
Michael smiles easily at the obvious. He really has the most beautiful smile. He softly smoothes the hair at her temple.
“You could say that.”
“More than you liked my underwear?”
Another easy smile graces his face. She can definitely get used to this.
“They were both equally appreciated.”
“Good to know. But, if you had to choose…” she presses on.
“Why the need to know?” He asks as he strokes an appreciative hand down the entire length of her body.
She can’t help but lean further into his touch before she shrugs a shoulder in false disinterest. “I just…wanna plan accordingly. It’s not like we get a lot of time for this. I want to make the most of it…of you…of us.”
“Just you…only you.”
Nikita grins impishly and lowers her head to place butterfly kisses on Michael’s chest.
“What time do you have to be in tomorrow?” She thinks about the time and corrects herself, “Today.”
He takes her hand and kisses her fingers.
“Early,” he answers.
Nikita suspected the answer when she asked the question. Michael almost always has to go in early.
“Sorry for keeping you up so late.”
“No, never apologize for this. Every moment with you is precious.”
Michael’s words fill her with such emotion.
“Thank you,” she whispers into his lips before she kisses him.
She feels absolutely wonderful. Being loved by Michael and loving him in return leaves her feeling like she can take on anything, as long as they’re together. With a yawn, Nikita stretches, arching her body in front of and against Michael. He gives her a very appreciative perusal of her body.
Nikita smirks back at him, pleased with his reaction. She curls up against him just as another yawn hits her. This time, Michael yawns too and Nikita softly laughs.
Michael adjusts the duvet around them and curls his arm around her head. His fingers play with the curve of her ear, down to the earlobe.
“I’ll leave the cafetière out and pick you up some croissants.”
Nikita kisses his chest above his beating heart in acknowledgment.
He stretches slightly and turns off the lamplight, plunging the room into darkness.
They both adjust their bodies around each other. Their arms and legs slot perfectly and their once overheated skin is now slightly cool.
In just a few short hours Michael will have to leave the warmth of their blissful little cocoon. Their lives are complicated and beyond dangerous. These moments together help ground her in something substantial. She hopes it does the same for Michael.
Nikita had often wondered what loving Michael would be like in practice. What hidden aspects of himself, if any, would he share with her. She’s been pleasantly surprised at the relative ease at which he has opened himself up to her. Michael is still an extremely private man, but he’s been generous with his time as he works tirelessly to pursue her. “Perhaps too much time has passed,” she told him not too long ago and Michael has made it his personal mission to convince her that the timing for them is perfect.
Once he realized, by his own admission, that he missed her, Michael has treated their time together as something to be savored. She’s to be savored and Nikita has reveled in being subtly pursued by Michael. They are, after all, still in Section. Discretion is paramount.
She had doubted him. The cloud of unrestrained lust and fanciful thinking that had sustained her during her reprogramming with Jurgen quickly evaporated when faced with a Michael who was once again ruled by Section. He had declared his need for her just as the light of day brought them back to reality. She’d felt the power of his passion and still how easily he seemed to cast her aside. As she saw it, in Michael’s world there was Section and there was her. Section won. Perhaps the loss of Simone had scarred him so profoundly that he couldn’t allow himself to acknowledge what was between them, other than their single night together. Then came the mission where he selected her to pose as his wife. He could have chosen anyone, but he chose her. In hindsight, the justification of them as a convincing couple was just an excuse. It was weak, but her skepticism didn’t allow her to see through it. Michael is nothing if not disciplined but with her, his much lauded control faltered. And so once again, for one more night, Nikita felt the power of his desire for her.
She understands now why he kept her at arm’s length, Elena and Adam, but it took her a while to get there. Getting to know Michael’s undercover family, with their idyllic but shadowed life eventually tempered her anger. They were going to lose him; he was going to lose them. Still, Michael should never have flirted with the possibility of there being a ‘them’. He should never have presented himself as a possibility. She didn’t appreciate being the vessel of his infidelity, even if the marriage was false. Nikita wasn’t a Section dictated Valentine mission. She, is something more and it does slightly taint their nights together. She still treasures them. She would never wish that they never happened, but she knows that the morning afters were tortuous for Michael because of his blood cover.
Michael will manipulate, kill and seduce for Section, but his own morality exists and he lives by it everyday.
It’s why she is determined to fight for Michael now. It’s why she knows that Michael will fight for her…for them.
Section won’t approve of their relationship. It will eventually become an issue.
Will they only have a few more days together? Will it be weeks or months?
Nikita dreads the answer.
Michael’s breathing has evened out and she lets her troubled ponderings slip away. In the darkness, Nikita can still faintly see his strong profile. In sleep, he’s at his most physically vulnerable and he’s allowing Nikita to share in the burden of keeping them safe. Any and all shadows that creep into this bed will have to go through her.
She presses a light kiss to his clavicle.
She’ll keep him safe, Nikita vows before she too drifts off to sleep, content and safe in Michael’s arms.
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