in the early morning - abby82 (original) (raw)

There’s a spot on Nikita’s skin, just to the right of her nape, that Michael often likes to zero in on. The spot is adorned with a pair of freckles that appear just far enough apart that his lips could fit nicely between them. The first time he touched her there and discovered his theory was correct, he was eager to revisit it again and again.

Michael smoothes away tendrils of her hair before he softly kisses the space between those two freckles. He feels the slightest of tremors ripple across her body and he is instantly pleased by her response.

With the tilt of her head, she silently invites him to further explore.

Nikita smells of early morning sunshine and dew, herbal tea, and the intermingled scent of their joined bodies. She carries the subtle musk of their lovemaking on her skin just as much as he does.

“It’s too early to be thinking,” he whispers into the fragrant skin of her jawline. He’s moved on from that special spot to the tender shell of her ear.

In the quiet of Nikita’s bedroom, wrapped in rumpled bed sheets and spooned around her, he knew the precise moment she awoke, having awoken himself a few minutes earlier. The early morning sun cast the bedroom with a warm, golden hue and Michael was content to simply lie there, knowing that he finally had the luxury of holding a sleep warm Nikita without guilt or uncertainty.

Her heavy thoughts were evident when she made no move to go back to sleep or turn to face him. Eventually, the arm he had wrapped around her waist was carefully lifted and he felt Nikita shift and sit up in bed.

He instantly mourned the loss of her body heat, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of her gaze.

The intensity of their night together remained a tangible thing between them. No secrets, no ulterior motives, only desire drove them forward. The passion he saw in her eyes and felt in the gift of her body were not imagined.

Nikita wanted this as much as he did.

After several long seconds of observation, Nikita ran a tender hand down his face and across his shoulder. It was both sweet and possessive. In that instant Michael knew she harbored no doubts about their night together.

Michael had pursued her with a single-mindedness that clearly surprised her. Nikita was receptive but cautious, no doubt waiting for another long held secret to shatter the promise of this new stage of their relationship.

Michael wooed her with sincerity. He wanted her…all of her and he didn’t want to hide what he felt for her. Nikita was radiant as she accepted his unfiltered affections. It was a heady experience to be welcomed into her arms. Her kiss was as searching and hungry as his own.

There was therefore no need to read anything more into Nikita’s departure from her bed. She only needed time with her thoughts. He would never begrudge her that.

Michael heard her putter around the kitchen while she prepared the kettle and then the quiet tick of the balcony doors as she opened them to step outdoors.

The apartment once again fell silent and Michael adjusted to lie on his back as he felt the cool sheets against his skin.

Fuzzy memories of waking up in Nikita’s bed a year ago, filtered back. This wasn’t the first time he’d pondered them, but this morning, everything slotted into place.

He had been lost in his head and inundated with fragments of a life, his life, that were splintered and made no logical sense. Nikita had given him a quiet place away from prying eyes to leaf through the nightmares and the harshness of his reality.

He was floating in a sea of jumbled information, but he couldn’t be coddled. There was no room in Section for that.

Nikita was kind but firm in her approach. The reality of Section One was laid out before him. Her steadiness gave him strength even though the world of Section seemed so bleak that he wondered how he, let alone Nikita, got dragged into it.

A year ago, he clutched the cloud like texture of her duvet in tension. Today, it was the same one that warmed their nude bodies as they slept, perfectly slotted against each other.

His contemplations didn’t go much further than that. Nikita had come back to him. She’d lifted his hand and held it in her own with a certainty only a lover could have.

When she voiced her desire to explore this burgeoning relationship, Michael assured her of his own commitment before the siren call of her skin, and those captivating freckles, called to him.

Nikita sighs and he can feel her body further relax the more his lips travel her face.

“Are you going to follow your own advice?” Nikita asks. Her voice has taken on an almost dream-like quality.

One of his arms encircles her waist. The fabric of her sweater frustrates him. He wants it gone. Its softness is no match to the softness of Nikita’s skin.

“Only if you join me.”

“I can be persuaded,” she says with husky amusement in her voice.

He smiles softly in return. He has every intention of extending their morning together.

Michael moves to drag Nikita back into bed but she puts up some resistance. Instead, he watches with interest and bated breath as she rises to her full height and immediately removes the sweater she wears, tossing it on the floor beside her.

If moonlight accentuates the valleys and curves of Nikita’s body, the soft morning light showcases her beauty in an entirely different manner. She is completely radiant. The golden warmth of the sun caresses her nude figure. Michael is uncharacteristically jealous that it touches her so lovingly.

That’s his responsibility.

He raises a single hand and trails his fingers down Nikita’s abdomen. He feels her shiver beneath his touch. Michael can’t help but ease himself closer and place his lips on the same spot his fingers just were.

She’s so warm. She’s so soft. He wants more.

Nikita cards her fingers through his hair, cradling him against her. Michael’s hands bracket the gentle swell of her hips to hold her close. His lips don’t discriminate. He worships her.

The scent of her is intoxicating and it spurs him downward towards the source. Her neatly trimmed golden curls are within his reach but a steady hand on his shoulder stops him.

“Next time,” she says, her voice thick with need. The great promise in her words is one he definitely plans to collect.

So transfixed with the desire he sees in Nikita’s sky blue eyes, he pulls back the single bed sheet in invitation.

Warmth. Desire. Protectiveness. Michael feels them all while in Nikita’s presence.

There’s also the certainty of love. He spent years suppressing what he felt for Nikita. He dismissed it as professional interest in his material, then obligation to her success as an operative, frustrated protectiveness towards her still naive but hopeful worldview, and then possessiveness towards her transparent attraction towards him.

He couldn’t allow himself the distraction even after he discovered the sweetness of her lips and the feel of her body beneath his. He used her and hurt her. Nikita shed tears because of his abuses. She’d hurled angry and accusatory words at him. He’d deserved them. Michael could feel himself feeling more than he should, and so he walled up his heart to regain objectivity.

No more. That’s the past. He wants this closeness for them.

Nikita’s weight as she straddles him sends tendrils of electricity throughout his entire body. Long limbs of creamy skin has him beguiled and enraptured. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

Nikita’s eyes shine with warm passion and her hand on the side of his face centers him. Her exploratory fingers feather across his lips in the sweetest of ways. Her touch, which he has never stopped craving, fills him with a need he finds difficult to contain.

He breaths an inaudible sigh of relief when she finally lowers her lips to his.

Their kiss is gentle and unrushed. The morning is theirs.

Michael teases the seam of her mouth with his tongue and he slips it inside when she parts her lips. She tastes of tea and toasted bread. With a moan, she deepens their kiss, drawing him further into her.

Great emotion settles in the center of his chest. He welcomes it. Michael doesn’t find it oppressive. It means that he’s alive. He hasn’t felt that way in a long time.

As they kiss, Michael reaches up and pushes her hair off her shoulder. It’s not going to stay but it’s really an excuse to run his fingers through the soft strands that frame her face.

Sometime after rising, she had managed to tame the wildness that her hair had undertaken last night. Michael sees it as a personal challenge to undo the primping she had done.

She drapes her arms around his shoulders and draws him even closer. Mouth to mouth. Skin against skin. Their bodies simmer with arousal as they press up against each other.

Somewhere outside, a car honks and in the far distance a church bell rings.

There’s more street noise in Nikita’s apartment, even four stories up. Her windows are often wide open, welcoming the seasons—rain or shine.

The early morning of this new day settles even further around them.

Nikita’s body is bathed in the golden hue of morning. A single strip of concentrated sunlight breaks through the window and dances across her skin as she moves. Her hair shimmers against it.

Michael knows he is a lucky man.

His hands roam the smooth skin at his disposal. From the ball of her shoulder and down to her pert breast, he squeezes the yielding flesh.

Nikita moans into his mouth before breaking their kiss and pressing her hot lips down his jawline to his neck.

She shifts again and brings her body even closer to his. His erection throbs between them. Against her belly, it rubs in rhythm along with Nikita’s slow and lazy undulations. Michael encourages her even further by running a possessive hand down the curvature of her bottom. His fingertips curve just far enough that he can feel the dampness of her folds.

In response, Nikita’s roaming hands squeeze the muscles of his back and her teeth capture the skin of his neck with a whimper. The sound goes straight to his groin and he can feel his arousal thicken even further.

Nikita curls around him and moans his name. Flush with desire, she seeks out his lips. Her hair brushes against his shoulder while she nibbles insistently on his lips. Even with his arm full of Nikita, Michael feels starved for more of her.

When her hands skim his chest, briefly circling his pectorals before traveling to his stomach, the muscles of his abdomen jump at her touch. He is highly attuned to her, but she still remains a surprise. Nikita reverses the path she took and Michael prepares himself for the tiny deviations that leaves him breathless.

Her body, pliant and addictive as she moves against him, calls to him. The open mouthed kisses he places down the soft swells of her perfect breasts cause her to sigh.

When his lips capture one of her beaded, rosy nipples, Nikita whimpers in the most arousing way. He works it with his lips and teeth. Nikita adjusts so that she rocks her wet folds against his thickened cock and he groans against her skin.

No longer content to be teased, Nikita takes a hold of his arousal and guides it, pulsating with need to her entrance. She sinks down upon him with an aching amount of patience. He instantly feels the unwavering grip of her body as she envelops him. He feels her hot and tight and perfect.

Nikita is heaven.

He’s starting to catalog the look on Nikita’s face when he enters her. No two are ever alike. To his unconventional collection he adds one of happy completion.

“Hi, there,” she murmurs softly against the stubble of his cheek. He can feel her smile.

“Hello,” Michael sighs in response.

Coming together like this with Nikita feels like the most natural thing in the world. They deserve this.

When she starts to move, Michael prepares to be dazzled.

The slow and measured rhythm of which Nikita rides him causes waves of pleasure to cascade across his body. It radiates out from where they are intimately joined.

She tightens around him and a deep groan erupts from his chest.

The heat of her almost makes him shut his eyes but he refuses. He can’t take this moment for granted. It needs to be etched into his memory.

There’s beauty and simplicity in coming together in the relative peace of the morning. These simple pleasures must be fully appreciated when they come their way. The nature of their lives rarely allows for them.

Their breathing is deep. Nikita arches slightly to take him in deeper and Michael wills his body to endure the increasing eroticism of Nikita guiding their mutual pleasure.

She kisses him and her tongue curls languidly against his. Michael’s dreams have been filled with moments such a this. The reality is infinitely more precious.

Whatever patience Nikita was exercising has clearly run out and she starts to pick up speed. He too is feeling the loss of control that their union is causing.

Their lips meet infrequently, short kisses interweaved with a longer, more drawn out sensual play of lips. They’re pushing each other further and further over the cliff that they’re facing together.

Michael props a single hand against her slick back. Nikita’s eyes have grown dark. He is still taken aback by how much unfiltered hunger he sees in them. He’s absolutely certain his eyes match hers.

Awash with his own desire, he suddenly shifts and rolls them over. The need to fully immerse himself in this remarkable woman is too great. Nikita is spread out, beautiful and passionate, beneath him.

Her breath catches and she laughs, husky and low, before guiding his eager mouth to hers.

When they part, he greedily drinks in the sight of her. He commits to memory every sight, every sound of Nikita coming apart at his touch. The aroused flush that settles on her chest and on the apples of her cheeks in all its captivating prettiness joins his mental scrapbook.

Michael entwines their hands together by her head and pins Nikita to the bed. He continues the sinuous rhythm she had started. Long, deep strokes and Nikita arches her body in pleasure. Their lips ghost over each other as they continue to move together.

The intimacy of the moment is profound. She frees her hands to touch him everywhere and everywhere she touches burns.

Nikita, his long desired lover, is his and he and everything he has to offer, is hers.

“So good,” she whispers and then chuckles in delight. He can’t help but smile at the enjoyment she derives from their lovemaking. The freedom he feels from loving her is a completely indescribable feeling.

Michael rolls his hips. Nikita arches herself upwards and he sinks deeper into her heated, moist depths. Her legs are high on his hips, offering more of herself to him. He pushes himself even more into her. The need to be buried entirely within her is overwhelming.

“Oh!” she cries out and Michael groans in response.

Her body clutches him within her. Their movement is more than a little frantic as the pleasure they’re giving each other continues to grow. Being with Nikita is a heady experience. He feels intoxicated with the emotions that are swirling inside him.

One of his hands moves to her breast and he brushes his thumb against her sensitive nipple. She lets out a wordless cry and the fluttering of the inner walls that hold him captive within her intensifies.

Michael is torn between wanting to see Nikita peak in pleasure and prolonging their union as long as possible. He presses his mouth against the saltiness that he finds on her throat.

Both their bodies shimmer with perspiration. The base of his spine tingles and begins to signal his upcoming release.

Not yet.

Every time he pulls back Nikita’s body clenches him tightly, as if trying to prevent his withdrawal.

She undulates beneath him. Her hardened nipples brush against his chest and she groans deeply. She’s so close as well.

She grasps his face and their mouths meet in a clash of lips, teeth and tongues. Her mouth, clever and insistent, will be his downfall. There is so much power in Nikita’s kiss.

They’re both so close. Any thoughts of prolonging the experience are long gone. He needs to see Nikita fulfilled in a way that only he can give her.

He reaches below her and lifts her thigh even higher up his torso. The increased closeness is what finally propels her forward towards oblivion.

She digs her fingers into his lower back.

“Mi…” her voice hitches before she can finish saying his name. She throws her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

Her body tightens aggressively and Nikita shatters beneath him.

His body demands release but he continues pressing himself deep inside her with every forceful thrust of his hips.

She continues to spasm around him in orgasm, violent, uncompromising, and seemingly unending.

“You’re beautiful,” he manages to get out just before he reaches his own violent climax.

He comes inside her and his release is as equally powerful as hers.

A great silence settles around them. There is only the sound of their breathing. Church bells once again ring in the distance.

For several long moments afterwards, Michael’s body trembles with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He deeply breathes in the womanly scent he encounters against the crook of Nikita’s neck.

The long seconds it takes him to slow down his rapidly beating heart is pure bliss.

Nikita, too, is breathless and panting softly beneath him, running her hands in long and soothing strokes up and down his back.

It’s in Nikita’s arms where he finds the peace he’s always longed for. Circumstances have removed all semblance of optimism from his life, but he can safely say that he looks forward to discovering the many ways that he and Nikita will come together in the future.

The sensation of her lips on his heated skin draws him out of his musings on their future. Nikita drags her lips across his shoulder, peppering it with kisses.

She hums in what can best be described as a pleasure filled purr.

Michael moves to roll off of her and she tightens her arms even more around him. Amused at her reluctance to let him go, he kisses his way back to her lips.

She greets him happily and they indulge in a series of luscious post coital kisses. While doing so, he manages to roll himself onto his back and he brings Nikita with him.

He takes in the blonde halo of her tousled hair and Michael finds deep satisfaction in seeing that her hair has returned to its previously sultry state.

“Good morning,” she tells him for the second time since they awoke.

Nikita’s sated smile slowly grows into something brighter than the morning glow that has fully engulfed the bedroom.

“Yes it is,” he tells her, stroking the long lines of her neck.

Nikita rubs her body against his in a way that is anything but accidental. Before he can respond, she threads her fingers through his free hand and brings it to her lips for a gentle kiss. His heart clenches at the loving gesture.

Nikita spends several long seconds staring at their joined hands in quiet contemplation. Her thumb soothes a fading bruise he’d acquired from a recent mission. When she speaks, her tone is hopeful.

“Do you think this will be good for us?”

“Section won’t like it,” her ominous words from earlier echo in his head.

Section has no place in this bed or any other that they may share.

He looks at Nikita before him, he sees the woman who repeatedly refuses to submit and tries to claw herself out of the conformity that Section demands. He thinks of how much he respects but also fears her need to be her own person.

It’s a part of who she is and even five years of Section instruction and his own handling of her have not been enough to change her.

Nikita’s strength will be critical for their relationship’s survival.

He runs his thumb across the graceful arch of her brow.

“I think…this will be very good.” He’s not one for hyperbole, but he’s feeling rejuvenated and dare he say, happy. “Extraordinary.”

Her eyes twinkle playfully.

“Such high expectations,” she teases.

“You’ve never disappointed.”

Her face looks contemplative once more.

“I want this, Michael,” she says with great conviction.

“Us.”

“Yeah…us.”

He draws her lips back to his and gives her a kiss that he hopes conveys even a fraction of what he feels for her.

“It’s still early,” she comments when they part. She glances towards the main living space of her apartment.

“Early enough,” he responds, playing with the loose tendrils of her hair.

“If you don’t have anywhere pressing to be, I can offer you breakfast.”

Never would he have imagined that such an offer could come across as alluring as she makes it sound. He feels his body react to the sultry purr in Nikita’s voice.

“Thank you,” he tells her softly.

“But not yet,” she says against his lips. She curls her body around his and envelops him in her arms. “I want to enjoy as much of the morning with you.” His own arms welcome him to her and he buries one of his hands in her bright hair. “Having you in my bed is making me feel very greedy. I don’t want to share you yet.”

The feeling is entirely mutual, he thinks.

“We have time,” he says instead.

Her smile, once again, is like the sun, filled with the promise of a brighter today and a hopeful tomorrow.

With a smile like hers, Michael has all the time in the world.

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