LFN Fic: Seems Like Old Times (2/2) Michael/Nikita, M
Okay, it took me longer to start posting than I thought it would but work has been kicking my ass lately. *gives it the evil eye*
Anyway...I bring a fic offering. Not my standard BSG norm, but another fandom I love muchly, La Femme Nikita. :D
Here's the title stuff:
Title: LFN Fic: Seems Like Old Times-Part Two
Author: Monti
Date: June 29, 2010
Rating: M
Word Count: 3004
Category: General
Pairing: Michael/Nikita
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Loose references to aired season episodes…
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters. But oh I wish I did…I mean Michael cried blood for criminy's sake. LOL
Author's Note: Originally posted the first part for the Write & Gripe comm challenge. Also, totally not beta'd...any and all mistakes are mine. And Lynn...this one's for you. :D
Part 2
Adam Samuel reclined on the small cot his captors provided. He watched the light cast its shadows on the wall through the small windows that lined the east side of the room, too close to the ceiling for him reach. Pretty soon, when the sun rose to its noon position, the filtered patterns would be gone and he'd do as his father taught him and practice the martial art that grounded and centered him.
Adam made sure to keep his movements slow, no flash or flair. If he had to, he could easily turn his form defensive. But his kidnappers didn't know that.
He stayed quiet and didn't speak unless asked a direct question. Adam never volunteered information, he knew nothing anyway. He made it a point to convey truthfulness whenever he answered and always showed respect to whoever addressed him.
Adam also kept his fear well hidden. One of the first things his father had taught him had been control. In innocence existed safety and Adam would not let his father down.
He listened to any and all conversations and committed everything he could to memory. The people holding him didn't bother to keep their voices low. Adam knew why he'd been taken.
They wanted his father. For a trade. Something about doing this favor for Gold Coast would get them what they needed. Adam didn't know what Gold Coast was, but he knew it couldn't be good. He'd tell his father when he came.
And he would come. Adam knew it in his bones. He'd come soon. Four days had passed since he'd been taken. Wouldn't be long now.
~:~
Michael and Nikita went in using the black night sky as cover. The plan, dropping down from the vent shaft in the ceiling, should catch the captors off guard. Even if it didn't, Jason's intel indicated the group who had Adam only did low level jobs, even with their ties to Gold Coast. A two person team, with Walter running point should work.
Nikita put Jasmine in charge of taking down Gold Coast. The woman had stepped up after her second chance and Nikita trusted her almost implicitly. But…Nikita didn't tell Jasmine about the coordinated effort she and Michael would be running. And Jasmine didn't ask questions. She might have suspicions, but wouldn't cross that line.
Michael's quiet voice interrupted her thoughts. "Are you ready?"
Nikita secured her black cap, pulling it down low on her head. "I'm ready."
Michael removed the grate from the vent and dropped the ropes. Nikita checked her harness, attached the lanyard and got into position. She gave Michael a quick nod and they pushed off from the edge and dropped down the shaft.
Once through, Nikita quickly took out two of the five guards. Michael tagged the other three. They cut their lines and silently traversed the labyrinth-like corridors of the abandoned lab. Nikita rounded a corner after Michael, catching another target off guard. She took care of him while Michael pushed forward. Two more turns and they finally reached the command area, and Michael immediately engaged in hand to hand combat with two of the lieutenants in Gold Coast's organization.
Nikita hung back in the shadows and nabbed the leader of the sub-cell when he tried to make his escape. She secured him and dragged him back to Michael's location. He stood waiting, the two operatives slumped together in a heap. Nikita dropped her burden and Michael calmly put the barrel of his sidearm against his temple.
"Where's Adam?" His voice held no trace of the worry he had to feel.
The man spat at Michael's feet. "You can search wherever you want. You won't find him. Not in time." A nasty grin spread over his face. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger."
Michael eased back, ready to comply, but Nikita stopped him. "If you kill him, Adam won't survive." She angled her gaze toward the other man. "You have a kill switch implanted in you, don't you?"
The man merely sneered his answer.
Michael asked again. "Where is Adam?"
No response.
Nikita turned and walked in a wide circle around the former leader. She tilted her head sideways, stepping closer, considering him for a moment, then moved to stand behind him. Using both hands, she grasped his head, holding it in a tight grip. Reaching forward, she gripped his chin and used her other fingers to trace a path from his jaw line, over his cheekbones, across his temple and landed an inch from the center of his forehead.
The man struggled against her, fighting to break free.
Nikita squeezed harder, letting her fingers dig deeply into his chin. "You're aware of Michael's skill with weapons." She made a circular motion on the man's forehead. "He'll squeeze the trigger and the bullet will enter right here." Her finger tapped the exact location on his head. "Severing the neurological connection and rendering your little kill switch useless." The man's struggles increased and Nikita held tightly. "Whenever you're ready, Michael."
"Okay!" The thug sagged against Nikita. "Okay. Straight down. Second left. Third room on the right."
Nikita jerked her head. "Go. I've got him."
Michael nodded and turned, calmly walking away.
Nikita released the death grip on her captive. "Now then, we can't have you causing problems by trying to kill yourself." She swung around, drew back her fist and knocked the guy out cold.
Flipping him over, she dragged his arms behind his back, looped a piece of rope around his wrists, then grabbed his legs, trussing him up like an animal. Nothing less than he deserved. She took the precaution of emptying his pockets and moving him to the middle of the floor, creating another hurdle he'd have to get through if he wanted to try and end his life.
Rising, she followed the direction Michael had taken and caught up with him outside the door of Adam's location. He stood, studying the hard walnut surface, his eyes scanning the jambs.
Michael held up a hand. "It's wired." His gaze met Nikita's. "Rigged to blow if anyone tries to enter or exit."
Nikita tilted her head to the side, looking up. "So we go up, through the vent, over and down."
Michael's lips held the barest trace of a smile. "Yes." He shrugged the lightweight pack off his shoulders, drew out the needed equipment, then cupped his hands, ready to give her a boost up.
Nikita worked the small, portable screwdriver out of her vest, reached her arms over her head and stepped forward, thrusting upward with Michael's lift. He swung under her and held her steady while she used the tool to remove the four screws holding the grate in place. She pushed it off to the side and it fell to the floor with a loud clatter.
Bracing her hands on the thick steel, she pushed off Michael's shoulders and hefted herself into the vent system.
She angled her head around. "It's too small for both of us." Shifting her position, she lay flat then doubled up and faced forward. "Walter's dimensions are spot on."
Michael nodded. "They always are."
Nikita gazed down. "I'll bring him back to you, Michael."
He raised his eyes and held hers. "I know."
Nikita wanted to say more, but realized she didn't have to. Michael trusted her. With Adam. His son and his life.
She couldn't ask for more.
~:~
Michael stood in the doorway of his son's room and gazed at the sleeping teen.
Adam seemed no worse for the wear, but Michael could tell he'd been deeply affected. Nikita silently approached…wrapped her arms around his waist for a moment then eased away to let him speak to his son.
She'd used Section resources, but only minimally. Walter worked the background for them. Jasmine ran point on the Gold Coast take down, Jason directing her movements from the inside. Everyone involved in taking Adam accounted for and dealt with.
Michael moved quietly into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He had his son back, felt pride at how well Adam had handled himself. But he also knew it wouldn't be the end of the danger. And he had a decision to make.
Adam roused from sleep, yawned and stretched. "Dad?" He blinked his eyes, trying to focus in the darkness of the room.
Michael grasped Adam's hand. "I'm here."
His son sat up and pulled his legs up under his thighs. "Are we still on the boat?"
Michael turned on the bedside lamp and nodded. "Yes. We'll stay here a few days then head home." Nikita had ordered his house to be swept. Once they returned it would only be long enough to pack and start over somewhere else.
Adam guessed as much. "We won't be living there anymore, will we?"
So astute for his age. Michael shook his head. "No. We can't."
Adam gazed at his father, mulling something over in his head. Michael gave him time to figure out what he wanted to say.
"Can you go back? With Nikita? Help put men like the ones who took me out of commission?"
God, his son knew so much for one so young. Michael nodded.
"I can. But you'll have to live at Section. I can't protect you outside."
Adam thought about it for a moment. "Will you live there with me?"
Michael smiled. "Yes." He ruffled Adam's sleep tousled hair. "Are you sure?"
Adam answered quickly. "I'm sure. You've been there for me, Dad. Now it's time to be there and help Nikita." Decision made, Adam yawned again and wriggled back down in the bed.
Michael pulled the blankets up and flipped off the lamp.
"Dad? Do you think she'd visit with me sometimes?"
His son rarely spoke of Nikita, but asking if she'd like to see him was like a seal of approval. Adam liked her.
It made Michael smile. "She'd like that, Adam. Very much."
"I would, too. 'Night Dad." His voice already drifted toward sleep.
Michael whispered. "Good night, Adam."
~:~
Nikita shook her head and poked at the fire in the pot bellied stove. Adam's rescue had been almost anticlimactic. Michael hadn't lost anything in the five years he'd been away. The toxin had been a well thought out part of the plan. No doubt supplied by Gold Coast.
The door to the bedroom opened and Michael exited the room.
Nikita rose and turned to face him. "How's Adam?" The teen had appeared no worse for the wear, but he had a lot of his father in him.
Michael smiled. "He's fine. Happy to be staying here tonight."
What teenager wouldn't want to sleep on a boat? She reached out and grasped Michael's shoulder. Squeezing it lightly, her hand slid up to cup his face.
"I'm glad he's all right." She pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'll head back to Section and increase the surveillance on Gold Coast's other offshoots." Reaching down, she picked up her outerwear.
She took a step toward the door and Michael stopped her. She met his gaze and held it. Saw the invitation in his eyes.
"Can you stay?" His hand cupped her face. "Just for tonight."
Nikita pressed her forehead to his. "I can stay." Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed her phone, keyed in a series of numbers and lifted it to her ear. "Operations code, Josephine." She pressed in a five digit sequence of numbers and ended the call. "I've got twelve hours."
Michael picked her up and carried her to the built in sectional. Depositing her on the plush surface, he leaned down and kissed her slowly, thoroughly. Falling into rhythm, they quickly divested their clothing, finding it easy to pick little things up from long ago. Michael knew she had a hot spot just below her ear. He swiped his tongue over the area then nipped at her lobe. Nikita shuddered, moaning quietly.
She repaid him, sliding her hand down to grasp his erection. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she kept her thumb free and brushed it along the juncture where hip met groin. It pulled a gasp from Michael. She'd found the spot on another boat a long time ago and he still reacted the same way. His cock swelled in her hand and he angled his hips lower to gain access to her breasts. His tongue teased her nipples, then delved into the hollow of her cleavage, another sensitive spot. He licked a trail upward and pressed his head closer, burying his mouth between the globes of flesh. Her hips bucked up, leaving a moist trail along his thigh. Too long since he'd had the kind of connection with someone, he savored the long buried knowledge of what made Nikita writhe in his arms.
Her response to every touch, every caress, strengthened the memories and heightened the experience. He got lost in the moment and let her touch the deepest, most intimate part of his mind.
He always did with her. Couldn't seem to help himself. Nikita had the ability to reach him on levels no one else could.
Nikita wrapped a leg around Michael, drawing him in close. The teasing had always made her hot. She enjoyed the foreplay almost as much as the act itself. Being close, letting the tension spin out, amping things up to the next level, Michael missed it. He missed her.
And she him, if he took the slippery wetness and heat of her against his erection as an indication. He ached to be inside her, to let her warmth surround him. His head lifted and he caught her gaze, filled with want, desire, love. He caught her lips with his and entered her, easing into a slow rhythm, drawing out the tension.
Nikita's hips rose to meet his, a sensuous ebb and flow. Her lips ghosted over his, her tongue flicking out to taste, tease, tempt. Michael returned the gesture, kicking up the heat by sliding his mouth to her throat, nipping lightly at the pulse point before soothing the sting with his lips. Nikita moaned and her core tightened around his length, drawing him deeper. Michael smoothly increased the pace, edging her closer to release.
Her hands traveled down his back, cupping his ass, pressing his hips to hers. She bucked against him, short, rapid bursts, her harsh exhales tingling along his skin. He drew back and went deep, reaching down to grasp her hips, toppling her over. She shuddered and broke, her walls clamping around him, holding tight, drawing his release deep inside her. He threw his head back with a groan and held on to the satiated feeling as long as he could before collapsing sideways and drawing her close. Holding Nikita in his arms, he let his eyes drift shut, content, warm, and loved.
~:~
Nikita's phone buzzed twice and she reached out, keying in her code. Turning toward him, she pressed her lips to his and sighed. "It's time. I have to head back in." Easing from his embrace, she slowly sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the sectional.
Michael turned sideways and watched her dress, her lithe form loose and relaxed. "I'm coming back." He made it a statement, letting her know he'd decided.
Nikita stopped and angled her toward the bedroom. "Adam?" Her gaze steady, she waited.
Michael sat up, letting the coverlet fall to his waist. "He'll come along. Live at Section."
Nikita sat, grabbing his hand. "Are you sure, Michael? Once you're in, you're in."
Michael met her gaze. "Adam wants this. He told me last night." He dragged her hand to his lips, brushing them over her knuckles. "Someone will come after us again. I want him safe, protected." He squeezed her hand. "We'll be together."
A wealth of meaning in those three words. Something they'd wanted, but didn't do more than hope for.
Nikita leaned in and gave Michael a lingering kiss before resting her head against his. "I'll clear it. Give me two days." She'd have to walk a fine line, but the attack on Michael gave her the ammunition she'd need to set things up.
Michael nodded. "We'll be there." His eyes drifted toward the bedroom. "Two days."
Nikita rose and picked up her jacket. "Make contact and I'll bring you in." Leaning down, she met his lips again. "Two days." She made her way to the door, exiting quietly.
Two days.
~:~
Six months later…
Nikita bused Walter on the cheek. "Hi, Walter." She shot him a wide smile and sat down across from him.
Walter gave her a sideways glance. "Well, look at you, sugar. I haven't seen you smile like that in years." He settled himself back in his seat. "Michael always did that for you…when you could show it." He smirked. "And even when you couldn't."
Nikita's lips quirked. "Never could hide anything from you, Walter."
He got serious. "You never had to, sweetness."
Nikita reached over, placing her hand on his gnarled knuckles. "I know, Walter. I know." Even when things got dark, she could always count on him.
Walter took a long drink of his beverage. "So, how's the kid?"
Nikita considered her answer carefully. "He's good." She paused, then continued. "But I worry about him. Living at Section isolates Adam from everything."
Walter nodded, then leaned forward with a small grin. "You know…he's young, but I could use an apprentice at the Farm." He wagged a finger. "Nothing too heavy or anything. Just good, clean fun."
Nikita smiled. The conversation went exactly as she'd hoped. Adam needed to be safe, but no one should spend their formative years holed up in a fortress. Hanging out with Walter would give Adam some freedom and keep him protected.
And Walter would enjoy the bright young man's company.
Nikita held his gaze. "You know I love you, right, Walter?"
Walter winked and leaned back, satisfied. "I know, sugar. I know."
FIN
Anyway...I bring a fic offering. Not my standard BSG norm, but another fandom I love muchly, La Femme Nikita. :D
Here's the title stuff:
Title: LFN Fic: Seems Like Old Times-Part Two
Author: Monti
Date: June 29, 2010
Rating: M
Word Count: 3004
Category: General
Pairing: Michael/Nikita
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Loose references to aired season episodes…
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters. But oh I wish I did…I mean Michael cried blood for criminy's sake. LOL
Author's Note: Originally posted the first part for the Write & Gripe comm challenge. Also, totally not beta'd...any and all mistakes are mine. And Lynn...this one's for you. :D
Part 2
Adam Samuel reclined on the small cot his captors provided. He watched the light cast its shadows on the wall through the small windows that lined the east side of the room, too close to the ceiling for him reach. Pretty soon, when the sun rose to its noon position, the filtered patterns would be gone and he'd do as his father taught him and practice the martial art that grounded and centered him.
Adam made sure to keep his movements slow, no flash or flair. If he had to, he could easily turn his form defensive. But his kidnappers didn't know that.
He stayed quiet and didn't speak unless asked a direct question. Adam never volunteered information, he knew nothing anyway. He made it a point to convey truthfulness whenever he answered and always showed respect to whoever addressed him.
Adam also kept his fear well hidden. One of the first things his father had taught him had been control. In innocence existed safety and Adam would not let his father down.
He listened to any and all conversations and committed everything he could to memory. The people holding him didn't bother to keep their voices low. Adam knew why he'd been taken.
They wanted his father. For a trade. Something about doing this favor for Gold Coast would get them what they needed. Adam didn't know what Gold Coast was, but he knew it couldn't be good. He'd tell his father when he came.
And he would come. Adam knew it in his bones. He'd come soon. Four days had passed since he'd been taken. Wouldn't be long now.
~:~
Michael and Nikita went in using the black night sky as cover. The plan, dropping down from the vent shaft in the ceiling, should catch the captors off guard. Even if it didn't, Jason's intel indicated the group who had Adam only did low level jobs, even with their ties to Gold Coast. A two person team, with Walter running point should work.
Nikita put Jasmine in charge of taking down Gold Coast. The woman had stepped up after her second chance and Nikita trusted her almost implicitly. But…Nikita didn't tell Jasmine about the coordinated effort she and Michael would be running. And Jasmine didn't ask questions. She might have suspicions, but wouldn't cross that line.
Michael's quiet voice interrupted her thoughts. "Are you ready?"
Nikita secured her black cap, pulling it down low on her head. "I'm ready."
Michael removed the grate from the vent and dropped the ropes. Nikita checked her harness, attached the lanyard and got into position. She gave Michael a quick nod and they pushed off from the edge and dropped down the shaft.
Once through, Nikita quickly took out two of the five guards. Michael tagged the other three. They cut their lines and silently traversed the labyrinth-like corridors of the abandoned lab. Nikita rounded a corner after Michael, catching another target off guard. She took care of him while Michael pushed forward. Two more turns and they finally reached the command area, and Michael immediately engaged in hand to hand combat with two of the lieutenants in Gold Coast's organization.
Nikita hung back in the shadows and nabbed the leader of the sub-cell when he tried to make his escape. She secured him and dragged him back to Michael's location. He stood waiting, the two operatives slumped together in a heap. Nikita dropped her burden and Michael calmly put the barrel of his sidearm against his temple.
"Where's Adam?" His voice held no trace of the worry he had to feel.
The man spat at Michael's feet. "You can search wherever you want. You won't find him. Not in time." A nasty grin spread over his face. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger."
Michael eased back, ready to comply, but Nikita stopped him. "If you kill him, Adam won't survive." She angled her gaze toward the other man. "You have a kill switch implanted in you, don't you?"
The man merely sneered his answer.
Michael asked again. "Where is Adam?"
No response.
Nikita turned and walked in a wide circle around the former leader. She tilted her head sideways, stepping closer, considering him for a moment, then moved to stand behind him. Using both hands, she grasped his head, holding it in a tight grip. Reaching forward, she gripped his chin and used her other fingers to trace a path from his jaw line, over his cheekbones, across his temple and landed an inch from the center of his forehead.
The man struggled against her, fighting to break free.
Nikita squeezed harder, letting her fingers dig deeply into his chin. "You're aware of Michael's skill with weapons." She made a circular motion on the man's forehead. "He'll squeeze the trigger and the bullet will enter right here." Her finger tapped the exact location on his head. "Severing the neurological connection and rendering your little kill switch useless." The man's struggles increased and Nikita held tightly. "Whenever you're ready, Michael."
"Okay!" The thug sagged against Nikita. "Okay. Straight down. Second left. Third room on the right."
Nikita jerked her head. "Go. I've got him."
Michael nodded and turned, calmly walking away.
Nikita released the death grip on her captive. "Now then, we can't have you causing problems by trying to kill yourself." She swung around, drew back her fist and knocked the guy out cold.
Flipping him over, she dragged his arms behind his back, looped a piece of rope around his wrists, then grabbed his legs, trussing him up like an animal. Nothing less than he deserved. She took the precaution of emptying his pockets and moving him to the middle of the floor, creating another hurdle he'd have to get through if he wanted to try and end his life.
Rising, she followed the direction Michael had taken and caught up with him outside the door of Adam's location. He stood, studying the hard walnut surface, his eyes scanning the jambs.
Michael held up a hand. "It's wired." His gaze met Nikita's. "Rigged to blow if anyone tries to enter or exit."
Nikita tilted her head to the side, looking up. "So we go up, through the vent, over and down."
Michael's lips held the barest trace of a smile. "Yes." He shrugged the lightweight pack off his shoulders, drew out the needed equipment, then cupped his hands, ready to give her a boost up.
Nikita worked the small, portable screwdriver out of her vest, reached her arms over her head and stepped forward, thrusting upward with Michael's lift. He swung under her and held her steady while she used the tool to remove the four screws holding the grate in place. She pushed it off to the side and it fell to the floor with a loud clatter.
Bracing her hands on the thick steel, she pushed off Michael's shoulders and hefted herself into the vent system.
She angled her head around. "It's too small for both of us." Shifting her position, she lay flat then doubled up and faced forward. "Walter's dimensions are spot on."
Michael nodded. "They always are."
Nikita gazed down. "I'll bring him back to you, Michael."
He raised his eyes and held hers. "I know."
Nikita wanted to say more, but realized she didn't have to. Michael trusted her. With Adam. His son and his life.
She couldn't ask for more.
~:~
Michael stood in the doorway of his son's room and gazed at the sleeping teen.
Adam seemed no worse for the wear, but Michael could tell he'd been deeply affected. Nikita silently approached…wrapped her arms around his waist for a moment then eased away to let him speak to his son.
She'd used Section resources, but only minimally. Walter worked the background for them. Jasmine ran point on the Gold Coast take down, Jason directing her movements from the inside. Everyone involved in taking Adam accounted for and dealt with.
Michael moved quietly into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He had his son back, felt pride at how well Adam had handled himself. But he also knew it wouldn't be the end of the danger. And he had a decision to make.
Adam roused from sleep, yawned and stretched. "Dad?" He blinked his eyes, trying to focus in the darkness of the room.
Michael grasped Adam's hand. "I'm here."
His son sat up and pulled his legs up under his thighs. "Are we still on the boat?"
Michael turned on the bedside lamp and nodded. "Yes. We'll stay here a few days then head home." Nikita had ordered his house to be swept. Once they returned it would only be long enough to pack and start over somewhere else.
Adam guessed as much. "We won't be living there anymore, will we?"
So astute for his age. Michael shook his head. "No. We can't."
Adam gazed at his father, mulling something over in his head. Michael gave him time to figure out what he wanted to say.
"Can you go back? With Nikita? Help put men like the ones who took me out of commission?"
God, his son knew so much for one so young. Michael nodded.
"I can. But you'll have to live at Section. I can't protect you outside."
Adam thought about it for a moment. "Will you live there with me?"
Michael smiled. "Yes." He ruffled Adam's sleep tousled hair. "Are you sure?"
Adam answered quickly. "I'm sure. You've been there for me, Dad. Now it's time to be there and help Nikita." Decision made, Adam yawned again and wriggled back down in the bed.
Michael pulled the blankets up and flipped off the lamp.
"Dad? Do you think she'd visit with me sometimes?"
His son rarely spoke of Nikita, but asking if she'd like to see him was like a seal of approval. Adam liked her.
It made Michael smile. "She'd like that, Adam. Very much."
"I would, too. 'Night Dad." His voice already drifted toward sleep.
Michael whispered. "Good night, Adam."
~:~
Nikita shook her head and poked at the fire in the pot bellied stove. Adam's rescue had been almost anticlimactic. Michael hadn't lost anything in the five years he'd been away. The toxin had been a well thought out part of the plan. No doubt supplied by Gold Coast.
The door to the bedroom opened and Michael exited the room.
Nikita rose and turned to face him. "How's Adam?" The teen had appeared no worse for the wear, but he had a lot of his father in him.
Michael smiled. "He's fine. Happy to be staying here tonight."
What teenager wouldn't want to sleep on a boat? She reached out and grasped Michael's shoulder. Squeezing it lightly, her hand slid up to cup his face.
"I'm glad he's all right." She pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'll head back to Section and increase the surveillance on Gold Coast's other offshoots." Reaching down, she picked up her outerwear.
She took a step toward the door and Michael stopped her. She met his gaze and held it. Saw the invitation in his eyes.
"Can you stay?" His hand cupped her face. "Just for tonight."
Nikita pressed her forehead to his. "I can stay." Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed her phone, keyed in a series of numbers and lifted it to her ear. "Operations code, Josephine." She pressed in a five digit sequence of numbers and ended the call. "I've got twelve hours."
Michael picked her up and carried her to the built in sectional. Depositing her on the plush surface, he leaned down and kissed her slowly, thoroughly. Falling into rhythm, they quickly divested their clothing, finding it easy to pick little things up from long ago. Michael knew she had a hot spot just below her ear. He swiped his tongue over the area then nipped at her lobe. Nikita shuddered, moaning quietly.
She repaid him, sliding her hand down to grasp his erection. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she kept her thumb free and brushed it along the juncture where hip met groin. It pulled a gasp from Michael. She'd found the spot on another boat a long time ago and he still reacted the same way. His cock swelled in her hand and he angled his hips lower to gain access to her breasts. His tongue teased her nipples, then delved into the hollow of her cleavage, another sensitive spot. He licked a trail upward and pressed his head closer, burying his mouth between the globes of flesh. Her hips bucked up, leaving a moist trail along his thigh. Too long since he'd had the kind of connection with someone, he savored the long buried knowledge of what made Nikita writhe in his arms.
Her response to every touch, every caress, strengthened the memories and heightened the experience. He got lost in the moment and let her touch the deepest, most intimate part of his mind.
He always did with her. Couldn't seem to help himself. Nikita had the ability to reach him on levels no one else could.
Nikita wrapped a leg around Michael, drawing him in close. The teasing had always made her hot. She enjoyed the foreplay almost as much as the act itself. Being close, letting the tension spin out, amping things up to the next level, Michael missed it. He missed her.
And she him, if he took the slippery wetness and heat of her against his erection as an indication. He ached to be inside her, to let her warmth surround him. His head lifted and he caught her gaze, filled with want, desire, love. He caught her lips with his and entered her, easing into a slow rhythm, drawing out the tension.
Nikita's hips rose to meet his, a sensuous ebb and flow. Her lips ghosted over his, her tongue flicking out to taste, tease, tempt. Michael returned the gesture, kicking up the heat by sliding his mouth to her throat, nipping lightly at the pulse point before soothing the sting with his lips. Nikita moaned and her core tightened around his length, drawing him deeper. Michael smoothly increased the pace, edging her closer to release.
Her hands traveled down his back, cupping his ass, pressing his hips to hers. She bucked against him, short, rapid bursts, her harsh exhales tingling along his skin. He drew back and went deep, reaching down to grasp her hips, toppling her over. She shuddered and broke, her walls clamping around him, holding tight, drawing his release deep inside her. He threw his head back with a groan and held on to the satiated feeling as long as he could before collapsing sideways and drawing her close. Holding Nikita in his arms, he let his eyes drift shut, content, warm, and loved.
~:~
Nikita's phone buzzed twice and she reached out, keying in her code. Turning toward him, she pressed her lips to his and sighed. "It's time. I have to head back in." Easing from his embrace, she slowly sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the sectional.
Michael turned sideways and watched her dress, her lithe form loose and relaxed. "I'm coming back." He made it a statement, letting her know he'd decided.
Nikita stopped and angled her toward the bedroom. "Adam?" Her gaze steady, she waited.
Michael sat up, letting the coverlet fall to his waist. "He'll come along. Live at Section."
Nikita sat, grabbing his hand. "Are you sure, Michael? Once you're in, you're in."
Michael met her gaze. "Adam wants this. He told me last night." He dragged her hand to his lips, brushing them over her knuckles. "Someone will come after us again. I want him safe, protected." He squeezed her hand. "We'll be together."
A wealth of meaning in those three words. Something they'd wanted, but didn't do more than hope for.
Nikita leaned in and gave Michael a lingering kiss before resting her head against his. "I'll clear it. Give me two days." She'd have to walk a fine line, but the attack on Michael gave her the ammunition she'd need to set things up.
Michael nodded. "We'll be there." His eyes drifted toward the bedroom. "Two days."
Nikita rose and picked up her jacket. "Make contact and I'll bring you in." Leaning down, she met his lips again. "Two days." She made her way to the door, exiting quietly.
Two days.
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Six months later…
Nikita bused Walter on the cheek. "Hi, Walter." She shot him a wide smile and sat down across from him.
Walter gave her a sideways glance. "Well, look at you, sugar. I haven't seen you smile like that in years." He settled himself back in his seat. "Michael always did that for you…when you could show it." He smirked. "And even when you couldn't."
Nikita's lips quirked. "Never could hide anything from you, Walter."
He got serious. "You never had to, sweetness."
Nikita reached over, placing her hand on his gnarled knuckles. "I know, Walter. I know." Even when things got dark, she could always count on him.
Walter took a long drink of his beverage. "So, how's the kid?"
Nikita considered her answer carefully. "He's good." She paused, then continued. "But I worry about him. Living at Section isolates Adam from everything."
Walter nodded, then leaned forward with a small grin. "You know…he's young, but I could use an apprentice at the Farm." He wagged a finger. "Nothing too heavy or anything. Just good, clean fun."
Nikita smiled. The conversation went exactly as she'd hoped. Adam needed to be safe, but no one should spend their formative years holed up in a fortress. Hanging out with Walter would give Adam some freedom and keep him protected.
And Walter would enjoy the bright young man's company.
Nikita held his gaze. "You know I love you, right, Walter?"
Walter winked and leaned back, satisfied. "I know, sugar. I know."
FIN