This story takes place during "Adrian's Garden," and contains small spoilers for that episode. The combination of Nikita wearing The Dress (the great sultry, seductive, backless black dress), and Michael, and the elevator got my imagination going and made for an NC-17 story.

Nikita wearily climbed up the stairs to her bedroom, and crossed to her closet. She pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress, pulled it over her head, and placed on a hanger. She smiled as she hung up the dress, and wondered ruefully if it was perhaps a bit too revealing to wear around Section.

From the front it appeared to be a conservative black tailored dress, perfectly suitable as business attire…. however, the back of the dress was something completely different----except for a thin strip of material across the nape of her neck, the dress was completely backless from her soft shoulder blades to the gentle concave slope that signaled the curve of her derriere and revealed vast amounts of silky smooth skin.

Nikita bent over to remove the high heeled black ankle strap shoes that completed the outfit, and smiled when she remembered Walter's reaction to The Dress. "Wow, Sugar!" muttered Walter, shaking his head. "That dress is a lethal weapon! Madeline sure knows how to pick 'em. Whoever the target is….he doesn't stand a chance….poor bastard."

"Walter!" remonstrated Nikita, " there's no target, and Madeline didn't pick it out." Nikita continued in a slightly aggrieved tone, "It's my dress, and just what I felt like wearing today."

"Well then….. ALL us poor bastards don't stand a chance," replied Walter with a wicked grin, as he closed the metal grate on the weapons containment area, and strode past Nikita towards the recruit training area.

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At the end of the day, back in her apartment, Nikita shuddered when she remembered her foray into level 2…and her subsequent lies to Michael about her reasons for being there. "What if he had come down just one minute earlier, and caught me downloading the file?" she wondered. The entire enterprise with Adrian was incredibly stressful, emotionally and physically. She didn't need to add deceptions to Michael into the equation. She was close to the breaking point as it was. She finished undressing, and headed into the bathroom naked, to take a blissfully long hot bath.

After her tranquilizing soak, she toweled off. The warm water had relaxed and soothed her, and she felt she was going to be able to sleep tonight. Not wanting to lose the calm sleepy feeling, she quickly brushed her hair and her teeth, and climbed into bed. The sheets felt smooth and warm against her skin. She pounded the pillow into a comfortable shape, closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

Nikita sank down through layers of sleep----black voids of nothingness that slowly loosened the mental and physical knots that had been plaguing her. After a while-mental pictures began to intrude, and she started to dream. First…. she was striding down Section corridors, turning corner after corner, walking past closed door after closed door, frantically searching for…..something. Next… Nikita heard a buzzing sound in her ear and realized that she was again hearing Adrian's instructions over her comm link, a replay of that day's events. Again she was on level 2, the purloined disc hidden in her purse, waiting for the elevator to return her to the "documented areas" of Section, so she could be done with Adrian's bidding for the day. Once again, she was almost in the clear when.…the elevator door swished open .…to reveal..…Michael.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?" Michael asked.

Nikita looked at Michael with exasperation, and stepped into elevator, forcing him to move back toward the far wall. She pressed the button for level 10, and turned her back on Michael to stare at the elevator doors as they closed with a soft thud.

Michael stepped up to stand just behind, and slightly next to Nikita, so he could see her face in profile. She could feel his warm breath against her bare neck as he began his series of terse questions. "How did you get access to this level?"

"I had clearance."

"From whom?" asked Michael, as his eyes flickered downward to survey her bare skin.

Adrian instructed in her ear, "You can't tell him that, just say it."

"I can't tell you that."

"Why not?" questioned Michael, his eyes… again… dropping down to gaze at her naked back.

"I'm tracing a linkage vector."

"For whom?"

"Section 4…Northern Europe."

At this point, Nikita's dream began to split from reality. Instead of the door mercifully opening at level 10, saving Nikita from more of Michael's inquisition, Michael reached forward to push the red STOP button on the elevator wall, and then punched a series of numbers into the panel next to it.

"What are you doing, Michael?"

"Stopping the elevator."

"Why?"

"I've been noticing something."

"What?"

"Your dress." Michael stepped directly behind Nikita and put his warm hands on her bare shoulders. He slowly slid his fingers down her soft arms until he reached her elbows, then he gently placed his hands on either side of her slender waist. Nikita couldn't see his next move, she could only…. feel it. Her first clue was his warm breath in the middle of her bare back, followed a second later by a light brush of his lips back and forth in the slight valley that marked the indentation of her spine. She closed her eyes.

"What are you doing Michael?" asked Nikita in a slightly quavering voice.

"Shhhhhhh," Michael soothed, as he replaced his lips with his hand. He began to softly stroke her bare back-- first with his fingertips, and then with his knuckles. Slowly, up and down he stroked, in the middle, and then to either side. He added his other hand to his gentle massage-both hands gliding first up and down, and then in circles, touching every inch of her exposed skin.

"Here," Michael said as he took Nikita's hands in his and used his body to propel her from behind. He placed her hands flat against the side elevator wall. "Hold still," Michael commanded in a whisper. Facing the elevator wall, with her her arms straight out in front of her, her weight slightly forward, with her hands at shoulder height against the wall, Nikita at first felt like she was under arrest.

She wondered to her self, "Does he know about Adrian? Is he going to try and frisk me for the disc? Is that what this is all about?"

She abruptly realized he had something completely different in mind as he continued the assault on her back. Nikita sighed helplessly and closed her eyes again as she felt Michael's lips against her naked back once more. He started at the top and slowly kissed his way down to the bottom of her bare skin. She caught her breath as she felt his fingers find, then slowly pull down, the zipper that held the bottom of her dress together, revealing the black lace thong panties that she wore beneath the dress.

"Michael! We can't do this…we'll get caught," protested Nikita as she tried to keep her voice steady. She struggled to think clearly, but was becoming overwhelmed by the strong aching sensation between her legs that he had unleashed with his touch. She sighed and dropped her head down as his fingers teased around the edges of her lace panties.

"Shhhhh, Nikita," Michael calmed her. She was amazed, but just the sound of his voice was arousing her even more, making her warm, and incredibly wet as his fingers and then his lips teased around the edges of her panties.

He then reached forward inside her dress to touch her most sensitive area, through the fabric of her panties. She softly moaned as he continued to explain. "I deactivated the elevator locating device, and any possible surveillance. We're alone and safe."

Nikita moaned again, more loudly, as Michael slipped his fingers under her panties to directly touch the soft mound of her womanhood. He gently massaged her with the flat of his hand before he delicately opened her to touch the soft bud that was her most sensitive area. Her hands slid down the wall, and her knees began to give way under his exquisite touch.

"Oh, Michael,… I can't…." she whimpered, lost in his touch, her knees melting. He continued his knowing touch with his right hand, as he slid his left arm around her waist and under her dress, to hold her up, understanding her need.

His left hand slid up across her rib cage until his fingers cupped the underside of her right breast, and his thumb grazed her soft nipple. She groaned, and leaned back against him, her head thrown back against his right shoulder, her eyes closed. Michael, further encouraged by her pleasure, rubbed his tremendous erection into her buttocks, and moaned himself. He turned his face, and placed his lips against her soft ear, and muttered her name, "Nikita," as only he could.

She reached backward and pulled him tightly against her, digging her fingers into his buttocks. Her nipple hardened and peaked against his touch, and she began to thrash her head back and forth against the support of his shoulder.

She began to lose control, and started to writhe and yell as he insistently stroked her soft bud. Softly over the top of the tender bud, his finger glided. Then, with one finger on either side of the delicate nub, holding it captive, he continued relentlessly…stroking. He never faltered in his rhythm as he slipped some fingers into her warm wet core.. He combined this with his left hand rubbing her hardened nipple of her breast, as he kissed the delicate shell of her ear, and sighed her name over and over…."Nikita ……..…..Nikita……….....Nikita." She pushed upwards with her toes and started to arch her back against the force of the tremendous orgasm rising within her."

Michael………Oh……….Michael…….Please, Michael…………Please…….Please……….Oh…..Oh!….Oh!….Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Michael closed his eyes in enjoyment as he listened to her cry out her intense ecstasy. Her arousal and pleasure was intensely erotic to him, and was the most intense aphrodisiac he had ever known. He felt her internal muscles squeezing against his fingers, as her climax pulsed on, and he sighed and buried his face in her softly scented hair.

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He continued to hold her, rubbing his face in her hair, kissing her ear and cheek, as she sagged against him. Continuing to support, her he shrugged one arm out of his jacket, and then the other. He leaned over to spread the jacket on the elevator floor, and then turned her around in his arms, to give her first a gentle nip, then a long opened mouth kiss into her delicious waiting lips. "Mmmmmm, Michael," she murmured. He carefully lowered her to the floor, resting her bare back against his opened jacket on the floor. Michael supported himself on his forearms, and gently relaxed against Nikita's body, delighting in the look of satisfied pleasure on her face. She felt his powerful erection against her lower belly, and smiled into his eyes. " You feel so good," she sighed.

"So do you," Michael replied, as he lowered his head and began to kiss her neck.. She sighed again, and closed her eyes. Her neck was exquisitely sensitive, and he knew this. He continued to caress her neck with his lips…. kissing…. then licking… then gently nipping… then softly biting her.

Nikita moaned, and thought that if Michael persisted with this, that he was going to give her another orgasm, just with his attentions to her neck alone He had other plans, however, and reached down to strip off her sodden panties, and high heeled shoes. Michael then quickly reached down to release his throbbing manhood from his imprisoning pants.

"Ahhhh," he moaned.

"Michael," Nikita whimpered, as she felt his firmness nudge the wetness that marked the entrance to her ultimate femininity.

"Nikita," he moaned against her mouth as he slowly… slowly… pressed against her and eased himself into her warm wetness. He held himself still, and hungrily devoured her mouth with a searing kiss. She answered him with a moan, and wrapped her legs around his buttocks.

Michael lowered his lips to Nikita's neck and continued the attentions he had begun earlier. He began to stroke into her, slowly. She moaned, closed her eyes, and dug her head backwards, arching her neck to give him greater access. "Ohhhhhhh, Michael," she encouraged him.

Michael, imprisoned within her warm wetness, groaned in response. His kisses to her neck, and his hardness sliding within her, was making her lose herself again. She began to moan continuously, wordlessly, as he relentlessly stroked within her.

Nikita's moans and abandoned pleasure, combined with the intense wet friction of her depths, was causing Michael to spin out of control. All his Section training was lost as he struggled to contain his orgasm until he could fulfill her once again. She and her pleasure were all that existed in his universe.

Groaning endlessly, his slowed his rhythm as she began to yell and arch up against him, her fingers sinking deeply into his back."Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,"exploded Nikita in ecstasy. He at last gave way to the tremendous primal need within him, and burying his face into her soft neck , he stroked wildly against her as all his walls came tumbling down. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he sobbed out his release.

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Nikita opened her eyes in the darkness, her heart pounding, and her fingers clenching the sheets into handsized mounds. "Oh dear, Lord," she panted. She was rigid with tension, as her eyes darted back and forth across the room, as she realized she was home in her bedroom, and it was all a dream.

Slowly, she exhaled in a long sigh, and tried to release some of the tension. "Deep breaths," she told herself. She inhaled, and exhaled, trying to remember her yoga relaxation techniques and mantra.

"Michael," she thought. "I can't believe what he does to me…even in my own dreams. It's unbelievable," she thought, as she remembered how he brought her to mind-shattering orgasms….standing up…then lying down…..in an elevator….with most of her clothes on, no less.

"Unbelievable," she repeated, remembering the details of the dream. Gradually, her breathing slowed, and her heartrate returned to normal. She continued to remember the particulars of the dream, and a slow smile started across her lips.

"Michael, you are unbelievable," she said again. She sighed, and smiled wider. "Well," she thought impishly," at least I woke up *after* my orgasms." Nikita smiled, turned on her left side, pounded the pillow for good measure, and wondered if she was going to be able to go back to sleep. She decided that it really didn't matter, at least for tonight. Smiling in contentment, she closed her eyes.

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Michael lay on his back in the darkness, awake. Over the course of the last hour, his eyes had adjusted to the dimness to the point that he could clearly see all the outlines of objects in the room. The dresser, the chair, the door had all ceased to be recognizable however, and began to disintegrate into parts of their component whole. The chair became a square, with a rectangle jutting out from its left, with its dots starting to vibrate and skew. The dresser started to look like a series of stacked boxes. Michael sighed, closed his eyes against this Cubist's view of the world, and rolled to his side.

He glanced at the clock and saw that only three hours remained before he had to arise and go into Section and prep the latest mission. His thoughts returned, as they always did…to Nikita. He remembered their conversation in the elevator at level 2, and wondered what she wasn't telling him.

He sighed, and cursed Operations again for removing him as her mentor. Not knowing what she was doing was driving him crazy. Michael thought more about that day's conversation in the elevator, and remembered what else was driving him crazy. That dress….That Dress……

Today had been the same as any other day for Michael…. Whenever he saw Nikita, Michael wanted to touch her. So many things about her were so alluring, so distracting. Her shining hair, her deliciously shaped mouth, her fair skin, her sleek legs, her soft breasts…all made Michael ache. His desire to touch her was always intensified during those rare moments when he was alone with her, when the possibility to touch her actually existed. The knowledge that Nikita enjoyed his touch was even more of a torment. This was why he studiously avoided situations where they were alone--- because he seriously doubted his ability to stand firm against his overpowering desire for her.

Today in the elevator, despite the seriousness of the situation…despite his intense worry and deepening sense of dread regarding Nikita's actions…. and despite his firm desire to get the truth from her, Michael found himself very distracted by….Nikita's attire. "Where did she get that dress?" he wondered. "Does she have any idea what it did to me?" he continued. "Is she trying to make my life even *more* of a living hell?" he pondered.

Try as he might, in the midst of his questions regarding her presence on level 2, he kept noticing the creamy bare skin of her back--extending from the gentle mounds of her shoulder blades until the sloping curve that marked the beginning of her softly rounded derriere. Michael glanced down at her ankles, encased in the slender straps of her feminine shoes, and noted from the gleam of her skin that she was wearing no stockings. He looked back up at her dress and concluded that… underneath the enticing backless dress…. she was probably wearing…nothing but panties.

Realizing this, his manhood started to harden, even as he continued his probing interrogation of Nikita. As Michael continued to question the source of Nikita's clearance to this "undocumented area," and as he tried to disregard his growing suspicion that she was in serious danger…Michael's thoughts kept returning to the matter of….. Nikita's panties. Were they perhaps…black?….very lacy?…gently outlining her feminine mound in front?…. and the delicious valley in the center of her derriere? Michael remembered his intense desire at that moment---- to push the stop button on the elevator, gently ease Nikita against the elevator wall, and worship her delicious naked back with his hands and his lips. "Merde," Michael groaned, as he turned in bed, and gave the pillow a punishing thump. A glance at the bedside clock showed that now only two hours remained until his day began. Struggling against the power that Nikita had over his mind… his heart… and his body--- Michael wondered if he was going to get *any* sleep tonight.

THE END

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