"This mission is going to require some extra training for both Michael and Nikita and Rick and Rita." Operations said as the first thing at the briefing about a month later. Rick and Rita sat closely together, as Nikita sat off to the left and Michael off to the right.

"This is Norman Yeats. He is an avid fan of ballroom dancing, particularly the tango. He is a major dealer in stolen arms." Operations said as he pointed to the screen.

"We have intelligence that Yeats is holding an exclusive competition soley on the Tango." Madeline said as she looked briefly at Nikita and Michael. She sighed within herself. The two were not doing as well as expected.

"What special training?" Nikita spoke up.

"Tango." Operations said plainly. All four of the individuals stood up at once.

"We've already done the dance training!" All four said almost together. Operations did not react, and soon all four were sitting again.

"We want Rick and Rita to be eliminated early on, so they can do the snooping while Michael and Nikita sparkle on the floor. We need more than simple ballroom dancing." Operations explained.

"Our training starts today at three. Rita and Nikita...make sure to wear heels." Madeline said. Nikita dodged for the door as Michael tried to exit before her. Both colided and then went on their separte ways.

"They are suppose to sparkle the crowd?" Operations muttered.

"We sprung the living together up too soon." Madeline said, draping her arm over Operations' shoulder.

"So, the dance of passion...of heat...this will make them sparkle?" Operations asked sarcastically.

"We could always cancel the both of them." Madeline said with a smile and exited.

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"Nikita! Michael! Look into each other's eyes!" Madeline hollered out in the ballroom. The two, who were elegant on the regular dances, had fallen apart on the tango. Rick and Rita continued to approve.

"Nikita..." Michael said, trying to get Nikita to focus on him.

"Michael..." Nikita whined back and rolled her eyes.

"OUCH!!!" Nikita hollered out as Michael tramped on her foot hard.

Michael stepped back and looked at the angery Nikita.

"I barely touched your foot!" Michael snapped back.

"YOU slammed down on it...no...you jumped down on it!" Nikita hollered back.

"I'm tired!" Michael said storming out. Rita and Rick stopped their dance and stared at the two.

"Nikita...my office." Madeline said and left the music on for Rick and Rita.

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"What is going on?" Madeline asked as Nikita shut the door.

"We're worn out!" Nikita snapped at Madeline.

Madeline stared at her.

"Sorry."

"Better fix this." Madeline said sitting down.

"I've been so worried about fixing every damn hypothesis case in those books that I haven't had enough time to sit down next to Michael for five minutes!" Nikita hollered leaving.

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"Hello." Nikita said as she walked into the apartment that still was only hers. She walked over to the current book that Madeline had her reading and slammed it to the floor.

"I'm going back to Section." Michael said, quietly leaving.

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"THAT IS IT! CHANGE PARTNERS!" Madeline boomed in anger as Michael and Nikita stumbled over each other. Both pushed away from each other.

Nikita hurried over to Rick.

"This could be interesting, Ops..." Birkoff said from his computer in Operations' office, monitoring the action in training.

"The only interesting thing will be is how do we get our premiere duo back together." Operations hissed.

The soft music began up again. Michael slipped Rita into his arms and mechanically started to perform the tango. Michael continued to look over Rita's shoulder at Nikita and Rick, who had yet to start dancing.

"Michael...no wandering eyes!" Madeline corrected. She watched Michael continue the straightness of his tango. He had the mechanics, but lacked the passion.

"Michael you have as much passion as an ant!" Madeline yelled out and she turned off the music. Rita quickly left Michael's arms.

"Could we use the song from yesterday?" Rick asked. Madeline nodded.

Rick lead Nikita to the center of the floor. Their eyes locked on each other. Rick wrapped his arms tightly around Nikita's body. Sharply they began the tight and sensual tango.

Michael stood nervously at the side as he watched Nikita's every move.

Rick turned Nikita and grazed his hands down her curves and then wrapped tightly up again and continued on. Nikita rolled her head back as Rick ran a free hand down her neck. Their every move timed perfectly with the very raunchy tango.

"Good. And now untraditional tango." Madeline instructed, not watching Michael. Nikita snapped away and walked behind Rick and smoothed her hands down the slowly moving Rick's stomach muscles and ran her head across his back. He took her hand and pulled her close, pulling a leg up. Nikita ran the toe of her leg up against Rick's knee and slowly ran it back down. They seemed molded together into one person.

Madeline was smiling as she glanced back. The look of hatred on Michael's face was one even Madeline hadn't seen since the death of Simone. Quickly, Madeline walked over to the music and killed it as Rick placed Nikita in a deep dip.

He helped her up, and pushed back some rebel strands of hair out of her face. Nikita's entire face was bright red. She looked over to Michael, and when their eyes met, Michael stormed out, slamming the door and breaking the glass window.

************

Nikita walked down the halls of Section, searching for Michael. She walked past their shared office that sat unoccupied. Hurriedly she walks towards Madeline's office.

Nikita sticks her head into the office. All she sees is Madeline.

"Have you seen Michael?" Nikita asks softly.

"No." Madeline said sharply.

"Are you upset with me Madeline?" Nikita shots out.

"Nikita, you did very well today with Rick." Madeline said without eye contact.

"Madeline, I know there is more you want to say." Nikita says walking further into the office.

"I think you've been putting more time in with your training, than with Michael." Madeline said. Nikita squinted her eyes.

"I thought that the promotion and the training were the priority here." Nikita said with sharp words.

"Your promotion depends on your relationship with Michael." Madeline said finally looking at Nikita's eyes.

"I have to find Michael." Nikita said turning, shaking her head in disgust.

Nikita walks to the computer area, and sees Birkoff. "Hey, Birky...have you seen Michael?" Nikita asks as she leans against the computer.

"Can't keep track of your....he's up there." Birkoff says pointing to the glass-in balcony. Nikita looks up. Michael looks down, and he turns around. In a matter of seconds, Michael is down next to Nikita.

"We need to talk." Michael says placing a hand on Nikita's forearm.

"We can talk right here." Nikita says with a tongue tipped with fire.

Michael stares harshly into Nikita's eyes. Nikita returns the stare.

"That doesn't sound like talking!" Birkoff says loudly.

"Nikita...You were too good today." Michael said through clenched teeth.

"Well, at least one of us have to be good." Nikita said through similar clenched teeth.

"You make me so angry, Nikita." Michael said, standing closer to her.

"ME! ANd you don't make me angry?" Nikita retorts back, also inching closer.

"You are so hard to talk to anymore...like a brickwall."

Michael says very loudly. THere are only inches separating the two.

Birkoff turns around in his chair, and sees the space between the two.

"YOU ARE A STEEL DOOR!" Nikita hollers back. Operations and Madeline are standing above.

"Interesting." Operations says, then looking at Madeline.

"They'll either strangle each other or fall into an embrace." Madeline said, not looking away.

"You are my devil!" Michael shots back.

"ME? Your devil...NO, Michael...remember...YOU MADE ME!" Nikita hollered with tears in her eyes. She had had plans for making up, and now they were screaming.

"DAMN YOU, NIKITA...I LOVE YOU!" Michael screamed and turned away.

Everyone in the area, who weren't watching now have turned around.

"YOU DAMN WELL KNOW I LOVE YOU TOO!" Nikita screams back and turns in the opposite way.

"FINE!" Michael yells without turning.

"FINE!" Nikita yells continuing in her path.

"FINE!" Michael says, slamming a door leaving. Nikita turns around abruptly. Rita and Rick are standing nearby.

"Aren't you two suppose to be in training?" Nikita says angerily.

"They walked away." Operations says to Madeline.

"But they also professed their love for each other in front of all of Section." Madeline says, walking away. "They have taken the step."

************

Nikita sits in the desk in her diningroom, brushing her blonde hair slowly. In the mirror, she sees Michael walk in.

"Ni-ki-ta..." Michael said almost breathlessly.

"You haven't said my name like that in a long time, Mi-chael." Nikita says painfully slow, as she continues to stroke her hair with a large brush.

Michael watches the brush go in and out of her hair, which is glimmering in the dim light. He steps closer.

"We're letting them win." Michael said, reaching out with a hand, but not touching. Nikita continues to stroke her hair, much slower now.

"I was confused...I need you, Mi-chael." Nikita said turning around.

Michael looks hungerily into Nikita's eyes.

"Madeline was wrong." Michael said turning towards the sound station, and placing a CD in.

"Wrong about what?" Nikita asked as Michael came closer again.

"She said I had as much passion as an ant....I only can feel the passion with you..." Michael says, lifting a hand up to Nikita's flowing hair.

"Nikita, oh beautiful Nikita...let me show you." Michael says as the slow music starts.

(Gloria Estefan...DESTINY...on the album DESTINY)

Michael runs the hand that is on Nikita's hair, down her neck, onto her shoulder.

DESTINY...HAS ONCE AGAIN SURPRIZED ME...

Pulling Nikita up close, they start small sensual steps. Their eyes are locked on each other. Nikita leans up towards Michael who then rubs a hand down the side of her face.

OH DESTINY..MUST WANT YOU HERE BESIDE ME...QUIETLY..LIKE THE SUNRISE WITH ITS SPLENDOR..UNEXPECTEDLY... WITH A PASSION STRONG YET TENDER...

Their legs are intertwined yet moving together as the music's latin rhythms put them in a trance. Michael grips Nikita's waist tightly, and he leans his head in close and runs his mouth tenderly down Nikita's cheek and neck. Nikita moves her hand down Michael's back, onto his smoothly moving buttocks.

YOU DRAW ME IN... LIKE THE MOON DRAWS THE TIDE.. SWEPT AWAY BY THIS LOVE.. TAKEN IN BY YOUR EYES...

Michael gently lifts Nikita up, so her legs rub against his stomach, and then she slides down slowly...leaning on him. Nikita lets her mouth slide down Michael's neck, and then with her fingertips, she runs them down Michael's shoulders and back.

(This music picks up)

IF I HAD TO WALK AWAY FROM YOU... I KNOW THAT IT WOULD BE NO USE.. 'CAUSE YOU'RE SO DEEP INSIDE OF ME... CAN'T DENY...I NEVER WANT TO BE SET FREE.. THE MORE YOU GIVE THE MORE I NEED.. YOU CAN'T CHANGE WHAT IS MEANT TO BE.. NO YOU CAN'T CHANGE DESTINY...DESTINY

Michael roughly moves Nikita's body side to side with the strong hits of music. Her eyes never leaving his. She leans her head back and then back up, leaving only room for a piece of paper to separate their lips. Nikita walks quickly behind Michael and leans her body on his back as she rubs down his arms and his legs. Michael turns abruptly, grasps both hands on Nikita's face and hungerily kisses Nikita...

Screen goes black as music continues.

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THE MUSIC DESTINY FROM WHERE IT LEFT OFF

Nikita and Michael are tightly moving in the training room. Michael dressed in his form fitting black pants and a tight black turtleneck. Nikita's hair is flowing around her head, almost hiding the red tank top and then she wears a tight black leather skirt.

DESTINY...SPEAKS WITH MANY VOICES.. SO EVENTUALLY... WE'RE OBLIGED TO MAKE... SOME CHOICES...

Madeline and Operations stand in the corner off to the left, and Rick and Rita are standing opposite.

"Wow...I never expected this." Operations mutters. Michael runs his palm across Nikita's mouth, and then Nikita lightly bites at it.

Michael's leg moves to the right with Nikita's in perfect match. Michael pulls her hair back with one hand, lifting Nikita's bare neck to tease Michael. He lowers his face and lightly licks at the glistening skin.

OH DESTINY... WHO I THOUGHT I OWNED COMPLETELY... JUST TO TOY WITH ME... MADE ME FALL IN LOVE SO DEEPLY...

"Now we know why they are training us." Rita says to Rick. Rita glances over to Madeline. Madeline looks over sees Rita's glances.

"No more passion than an ant?" Rita questions with a smile.

All four go back to watching Michael and Nikita on the floor, who didn't even hear the comment. They are crisp...knees bent low, to give more room for skin contact. Michael lightly smiles as Nikita's bare leg brushes against his pants. He moves his hands down, to support her near her legs. Nikita moves her hands through Michael's wavy hair.

YOU FILL MY SOUL... LIKE THE STARS FILL THE SKY... BROUGHT TO LIFE.. THIS NEW WORLD.. WHERE I'M HELD CAPTIVE INSIDE...

"Ok, how much more of this are we going to watch?" Operations asks flushed. Madeline looks at the flushing face and smiles.

"This will gather some attention. They need total attention." Madeline said looking intently at Operations face.

"What more can they do? Have sex while dancing?" Operations asks still not looking back.

IF I HAD TO WALK AWAY FROM YOU... I KNOW IT WOULD BE NO USE... 'CAUSE YOU'RE SO DEEP INSIDE OF ME... CAN'T DENY.. I NEVER WANT TO BE SET FREE.. THE MORE YOU GIVE THE MORE I NEED... YOU CAN'T CHANGE WHAT IS MEANT TO BE... NO, YOU CAN'T CHANGE DESTINY... IF I HAD TO WALK AWAY FROM YOU... I KNOW IT WOULD BE NO USE... NO YOU CAN'T CHANGE DESTINY...

Micheal lowers Nikita in a lounging dip across his leg. Both are breathing heavily. Smiles cross their faces.

DESTINY...

Michael slips his hands away and lowers his lips down to Nikita...the first time the pairs lips met in this dance.

DESTINY...

"That is like it. We have some ideas how to make it more..." Madeline smiled as Michael let's go the embrace and helps Nikita up.

DESTINY.

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Nikita and Michael walk onto the yacht where the competition is being held. Heads turn immediately. Michael is dressed in red leather pants and a tight black t-shirt. Nikita is dressed in a black leather mini-skirt and a red leather tank top. Her hair is flowing down the back. Murmurs stir as they walk across the deck. They didn't look like other couples in the competition. Leather was rarely seen at this kind of competition.

Rick and Rita are on the floor, performing their dance. They move smoothly together, but only the judges and a few competitors are intently watching the pair. Most of the eyes are watching the strange pair as they hand in their taped music.

"I'm Yeats. This is my boat. Can I aquire who you are?" Yeats asks as he steps in front of Michael and Nikita.

"Paris and France." Michael says with an evilish grin.

"Ah, a joker...Really who are you?" Yeats challenges.

"Paris and France is our competive name." Nikita says with a sly smile.

Yeats looks Nikita up and down again.

"I'm Regis...this is Nicole." Michael says. A small clamour of clapping is heard.

"Do you need to change for the competition?" Yeats asks. He glances over at his worker on the computer.

"No. When we're called we're ready." Michael says, pulling Nikita away.

Yeats walks over to the computer.

"They're legit." the worker says as he shows the internet screen about Paris and France. Yeats rubs his chin.

"This is going to change this competition." Yeats says with a smile.

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Couple after couple competed with more traditional tangos. Nikita smiled at Michael. For a week they worked on their untraditional tango...that as for sure going to gather everyone's attention.

"Where do you practice?" Rick asked them around a crowd that had gathered around the pair. It was all part of the scheme.

"In the bedroom." Nikita said licking her lips and then deeply kissing Michael. Several of the men moaned. They broke their kiss, for now it was their turn to compete.

Michael lead Nikita onto the floor. Her knee high leather boots clicked on the floor. Silence rang through the crowd as every eye watched the floor. Seeing this Rick and Rita slipped through the door to the lower floors of the yacht. No one saw them leave.

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******* NOTE FROM ME******* If you haven't noticed... this entire story has been very sensual. This part is hugely on those lines. I am using Gloria Estefan again...I know too much of her...but this song is great...not much words...so imagine a hard hitting, face pace, sexy latin song. *************************************************

Gloria Estefan...Higher...from Destiny (I'm only going to use the chorus parts since it is hard to imagine the music)

The fast music starts up and they crowd squeals as Michael pulls Nikita in tight. The steps are tight and quick. Their legs are attached together from hips to the foot.

YOU GOT TO LIVE YOUR LIFE, LIVE IT RIGHT, OR YOU'LL GO BACK TO THE END OF THE LINE..

They start to move quicker, and the tops of Nikita's breasts are easily seen bouncing at the top of her tank top. Michael leans down and kisses them and rubs down her very low back. Suddenly they stop and Nikita pushes Michael away, and then she takes over. The crowd is hollering at the very sexual display.

HIGHER-STEP IT UP- HIGHER-JUST DO IT RIGHT AND GO
HIGHER-KEEP IT UP- HIGHER JUST PICK IT UP AND GO

She slings behind Michael and rubs around his waist band as they slide in the traditional tango motion to the right. She undoes the button for the crowd. They start to the left and Nikita slides a hand down.

HIGHER-MOVE ALONG HIGHER- GET OFF THE GROUND
HIGHER-LIFT IT UP, HIGHER

Michael turns around and lifts Nikita off the ground. Leaning her entire body against Michael, she slinks around the back again, and then back in front of Michael. He leans her over more, and then slides a hand low on her leg. The crowd then sees the hand enter the bottom of her tight skirt. Their steps become bigger and bigger. Nikita's mouth is now wide open, and the crowd's imagination is getting caught up with the image.

HERE WE GO NOW!

The crowd hears the comment of the music and a large thunder of claps and screams for more is heard.

I'M MOVING, MOVING UP
I'M MOVING, MOVING UP

Michael turns Nikita around, and he goes behind her. She is now in front of the audience. She takes a deep breath in. Michael starts moving them to the right as he pulls the tucked in tank top away from the skirt. They both grind towards the floor and then start to left. Michael then rubs his hands down the middle of her chest.

I'M MOVING, MOVING UP
I'M MOVING, MOVING UP

The crowd can hardly control themselves. No one turns away in disgust, which is what Madeline predicted. Michael then moves Nikita to the right, still displaying Nikita to the crowd. Nikita leans her head back, trying not to picture the crowd. Michael bends and kisses her face as he rubs his hand down the front of the skirt.

The music ends as Michael turns Nikita around and brings her legs roughly around his. After a few seconds, he brings Nikita down, both breathing hard. He gently turns her and kisses her gently.

"It's done." He said as he feels Nikita continue to tense up. In the back of the crowd, Rita and Rick appear.

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Nikita walks out of the transit bay holding the black leather boots in her hands. Madeline is waiting. "Next time you can wear the boots yourself." Nikita says dropping them in front of Madeline.

Madeline looks down the bay, just entering were the rest.

Rita held out the disk for Madeline. Madeline nodded her head as she snatched the disk. Rick playfully picks Rita up and runs off with her.

Michael is finally seen coming with Birkoff. Madeline raises an eye.

"So Yeats was very impressed by you." Madeline commented as Birkoff ran off.

"Impressed by Nikita." Michael corrected Madeline as they started to walk away from the bay.

"Impressed by both of you." Madeline corrected back. Michael raised an eye. "It's more important to keep him out there, we can gather more information that way."

"I know." Michael says still walking like a stick. "Can you watch what you pick for the wardrobe next time?"

"Yes. How is Nikita?" Madeline asked as they turned the corner, heading towards her office.

"She... What did you expect Madeline?" Michael asked back.

Madeline nodded, knowing that Nikita was still on the mend.

"Michael, it will probably always be like this, now." Madeline commented as she opened her door.

"And why do you say this?" Michael asked looking deep into Madeline's eyes.

"It will make everything harder." Madeline said sitting down.

"Ah..I'm not always the best person to be with either. I have probably the same amount of nightmares and misgivings as Nikita." Michael said, turning to leave.

"Nightmares, Michael? Didn't you tell me they were gone?" Madeline questioned. Michael turned around quickly. He stared into Madeline's expressionless face.

"We will debrief in the morning. Rick and Rita are celebrating and I think you might have to pry Nikita out tonight." Madeline said.

Michael left. He closed the door and leaned against it. He shut his eyes tightly and bit his lip. He walked down the hall to Birkoff.

"Have you seen Nikita?" Michael asked as Birkoff turned off his computer game.

"No." Birkoff answered simply. Michael turned and left.

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Michael rubbed his eyes. Two hours since they returned and he had yet to find Nikita. He walked into Walter's area again.

"Hello, Michael." Lydia said as he entered. Michael looked around her to see if Walter was there. It was hard to imagine Walter not being there.

"I have to collect the weapons for an incoming team of operatives." Lydia explained as she watched Michael looking for Walter.

"Where is Walter?" Michael asked with a deep voice.

"OH... he said he was going for a walk with Nikita."

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Michael entered the closest park to Section headquarters in the early morning hours. Walking down a very darken path, Michael saw a person walking alone towards him. In a few steps, Walter's face came into view.

"Where is Nikita?" Michael asked harshly as Walter waved to him.

"Oh, she was here..." Walter started to say.

"You didn't let her walk out of here by herself?" Michael said through clenched teeth.

"No. Operations came for her." Walter said slowly. "He was smiling, Michael. No need to worry, he likes Nikita now." Walter said as he saw Michael's reaction to the news of where Nikita was.

Michael shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Walter came closer.

"She needed to talk to someone else than you and Madeline." Walter said.

Michael looked up. "Is she alright?" Michael asked.

Walter stared up into the sky in disbelief. "I don't get you all. Always asking if she is alright! Don't you get it. She is fine. Everyone has problems with somethings, only Section's things are always more of the extreme. I think she'd be alright if everyone would stop asking her if she was alright!" Walter lectured Michael in the middle of the lightening park.

"I never thought about it that way." Michael responded.

"She's moved past the point of where she was a few months ago. If she needs to talk, she'll talk to someone. I wouldn't worry about that...she'll talk your ear off." Walter said with a grin.

"She doesn't with me." Michael said with a ghostly whisper.

"Maybe because you don't with her." Walter said.

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"Here. You run your hand down the arm like this..." Nikita said as Operations had Nikita held in the traditional Tango position.

Michael peeked into Operations' cracked door.

"And I look into the eyes intently?" Operations asked as they started to move again.

Michael almost laughed as he saw Operations moving like a board.

"Whoever she is, you look into her eyes like she is the only person you want to hold and be with, like it is the only time you will ever have with her..." Nikita said smoothly.

Operations took the lead again, and after a few minutes of watching, Michael knocked at the door and opened it.

Operations pulled back quickly.

"If you want to keep secrets good, you close the door all the way." Michael said.

Operations first glared at Michael and then broke into a tiny smile.

"I don't want to keep you Nikita." Operations says. "I think I have learned enough."

"You're good. Don't doubt yourself." Nikita said as she went over to Michael's arm, and left.

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"Michael?" Birkoff says as Michael picks up the ringing phone at Nikita's apartment. They had just entered the place when Nikita asked about debriefing.

"Yes, Birkoff." Michael said and Nikita pulled away muttering some swear words.

"Operations has canceled debriefing." Birkoff announces.

"Operations canceled the debriefing?" Michael said back in a partly shocked response. Nikita turned on her heels with her mouth open.

"That's what I said!" Birkoff said with a sharp snap.

"Birkoff, we're all tired. Nikita and I haven't slept one wink yet." Michael said in anger of Birkoff's sarcastic remark.

"He said you and Nikita should not come in today." Birkoff said.

"Sorry it didn't include you." Michael said as he held up a hand to the pacing Nikita.

"It did. After these calls, I'm blowing the joint!" Birkoff said with a laugh. He hung up shortly after.

"We're not going in." Michael said, and Nikita smiled. She walked over to the window and looked at the bright day that was waking up.

"I had a nice talk with Walter." Nikita said as Michael stood next to her.

"Mmm..." Michael said, trying not to sound too interested.

"The mission bothered me." Nikita said plainly. She turned away from the window.

"Kita, it bothered me we had to go that far with the dance." Michael said without turning.

"I'm not even tired now, either." Nikita said with a laugh.

"After seeing the sun, it seems wrong to go to sleep." Michael agreed.

Nikita sighed. "I love you."

"Nikita, can we sit here all day and talk about anything? I'd really like that." Michael said as he walked to the couch.

"You would? I didn't think you were that type." Nikita said as she opened the frig for a pop.

"You wouldn't know because we never talked about it." Michael said with a half smile.

Nikita brought over the pops and sat down, leaning against Michael.

"So? What's your favorite color?" Nikita asked.

Michael let out a quick laugh. "What do yo think it is?" Michael responded.

"I know it's not black." Nikita said firmly.

"How do you know that?" Michael responded.

Nikita looked at Michael.

"My favorite color is yellow."

"That explains your fetish with my hair!" Nikita laughed.

"FETISH! I don't have a fetish!" Michael responded lightly.

"Sure, Michael. You always have your hands in my hair, and then complain when it's up." Nikita joked back.

"It's because it's beautiful." Michael said lightly touching her hair.

"I remember washing your hair up at that camp. You were so muddy, and your hair looked like it was black. But soon it washed out to this brillant gold..."

"I remember. I hurt alot. This hair is torture at times. I wish I could cut it!" Nikita said first seriously and then jokingly.

"Cut it! NO!" Michael said sitting up.

"Then you wear it!" Nikita said sitting equally as straight.

"Wait!" Nikita runs off to her room. She reenters with a long wig of brown hair. She places it on Michael's head and then sits back down.

"Nikita..." Michael says.

"I think I like it." Nikita says kissing Michael lightly.

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