An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Michael Samuelle/Nikita Wirth, Nikita Wirth/Original Male Character
Characters: Michael Samuelle, Nikita Wirth
Additional Tags: Season/Series 04, Episode: S04E08 No One Lives Forever, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Michael loves Nikita, Goodbye Sex, Nikita loves Michael too, Reunion Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary: The Oversight pilot program is real. Nikita is free of Section One.
“You’ve been somewhere else today,” Grace pointed out to Nikita the following morning.
“Sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“Is everything okay? Mystery man giving you any trouble?”
Nikita smiled briefly at the nickname her coworkers had been tossing around the bookstore for months now.
“Michael…his name is Michael.”
“So, mystery man has a name,” Grace smiled wide and approvingly at the new nugget of information Nikita had provided.
There was no one she could talk to about Michael, not really, but Grace was a steady and mostly impartial observer. She was the first real female friend she’d had in a long time. She felt comfortable confiding in her, even if she stayed a little vague on the details.
“We knew each other a long time ago, but I had to go. He loved me enough to let me leave.”
“And now he wants you back.”
“And now…I don’t know. We’re kind of tiptoeing around each other. We had dinner last night.”
Grace raised an eyebrow asking a question she didn’t want to verbalize.
“It was only dinner,” she assured her.
“How was it? Seeing him again without ‘The Books’ to hide behind.”
Nikita thought back to the end of their evening. Michael had helped her with her coat. His fingers momentarily traced the hair that spilled over the collar. She managed to catch the reflective look in his eyes when he did so. His hand hovered indecisively in the air once she’d stepped away.
She reached out and affectionately squeezed his upper arm through the layers of wool in his clothing.
She turned and began walking towards the parking lot and her vehicle. Why she turned she wasn’t entirely sure. They’d said their goodbyes but when she did turn, she knew she was lost.
He was ethereal in the pale light that emanated from the restaurant window. The light dusting of snow that fell illuminated him like some dark angel.
Michael looked at her like she was his whole reason for being. She remembered that look vividly. He might as well have been standing there naked. This entire evening had been about reacquainting themselves with the remnants of their former lives and reexamining them, discovering new facets.
Being with Michael was an exercise in restraint, to not let emotions get in the way of common sense. Nikita knew she hadn’t been entirely successful. That was exactly what she’d feared when she accepted his invitation. To allow Michael back into her orbit was dangerous. She had too much to lose now.
And yet, Nikita had always been one to throw caution to the wind. She walked back the few steps between them until she too fell within the dreamy glow of the window.
Upon reaching him, she grasped one of the still ungloved hands by his side, squeezed, and pressed a lingering kiss on Michael’s whiskered cheek. She felt his breath catch in the faintest of ways.
“Don’t be a stranger,” she whispered into his ear, before pulling back.
It was the first skin on skin contact she’d initiated. She felt bold and reckless in her desire. She’d think about her actions in the morning when the essence of Michael wasn’t clouding her judgment.
“It was nice to reconnect,” she told Grace, back in the present.
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