"Mmmm.. hmmmm.. mmmm..." Nikita hummed as she swayed in the living room as Michael walked in from the bedroom. He paused in the doorway and smiled. It was these kind of missions that Michael had become to enjoy too much.

"You are still dancing, darling..." Michael says softly, and Nikita turns, with her black heels still tangled in her fingertips.

"I was hoping you may join me." Nikita says, using her free hand to curl a finger towards herself.

"Nikita... we have a planned conference." Michael says motioning to the computer. Nikita pouts a little bit and drops the shoes.

"We can still dance until then." Nikita says walking towards Michael. She wraps her hand around his neck, and Michael instinctively wraps a hand around her thin waist, which was decorated with a lilac dress.

"'Kita, we have no music." Michael points out, but he is already swaying. Nikita leans in towards his ear. She slides her body in closer.

"I'll supply it." Nikita says, and she begins to hum again. Her eyes close gently, and the expression of peace washes over Michael. He feels every muscle in Nikita's body become relaxed but yet tense. Michael quickly grasps Nikita's waist with his other hand. Yet, neither hand stays still long, as does Nikita's.

Nikita is swirling a lock of Michael's hair inbetween her fingers, and it was tickling the back of Michael's back. The soft air from the humming was traveling down his body, very quickly.

"Shouldn't we go over the profile again, 'Kita?" Michael asks as he feels his control tumbling away.

"mmmm.. hmmm.. hmmm... baaa.. mmmm... " Nikita hums in her own little song. "No." Nikita finally says with a quick word, but then back to her humming.

"BEEP!!! BEEP!!!" The computer rings out, and both operatives tentatively release each other from the slow dance. Michael quickly access the computer and soon Madeline and Birkoff are on the screen.

"Michael, Nikita." Madeline says quickly, happy to see that both are still relatively clothed. "We have a change in the profile." Madeline says.

"Intel we just got in is that Mr. Ricks will be carrying the disk with him." Birkoff supplies.

"And how do we get it?" Michael demands.

"Ahh... it's funny that you asked..." Madeline says with a smile.

Nikita looks at Michael and walks away. She bends down, giving Michael a good look, and walks back with her dancing shoes.

"Are these involved?" Nikita asks as she holds the shoes up to the screen.

Michael knew she was right.

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"Madeline, should we do the debrief tonight over the computer?" Birkoff asks as he hands over the disk that Michael and Nikita had replaced from Mr. Ricks pocket.

"Birkoff, we sent Michael and Nikita on a dancing mission.. what do they do afterwards?" Madeline asks with a smile and she walks down the hall with the disk in her fingertips.

Nikita stands in the bedroom, the music permanently engrained into her head. She sways as she pulls off the skin tight dress, now allowing her natural curves to breath. She slinks down to the bed, and slowly starts to work off her stockings. It is at this point that Michael steps out of the bathroom, in nothing more than a white towel. He looks at the long expanse of Nikita's leg, and goes to help her.

Nikita smiles as Michael's wet hair drips on her bare midriff as Michael's finger tips run the stocking down one leg, and he starts another. Once the stockings are off.. Michael kisses each set of toes.

"mmmm." Michael moans as he leans forward to Nikita's mouth as he runs his hands up the firm legs. Michael's hands tease the kneecap for a little bit, and then continues up the inner thigh.

Nikita is ready, and teases Michael by not allowing instant access. Nikita pulls at the towel and is surprized that Michael is prepared for much more.

Michael slides his head down to Nikita's still clothed bra, and sucks at the erect nipples through the material of the bra. He doesn't want to move his hands from the warmth of below, so he pulls at the cups and access just enough of Nikita's flesh.

Nikita runs a hand down Michael's back, gripping at his firm assets. Michael moans and moves his mouth a bit lower.

"No... " Nikita says, stopping Michael's mouth. "I need you now." Nikita says with an intensity. Michael, momentarily stunned by Nikita's words, watch as Nikita awaits for him.

Slowly, because it is what Michael likes, he slide into Nikita. HE feels the warmth easy, and can feel Nikita tightening to drive him a bit insane.

"Oh, Michael... deeper... " Nikita moans as she tries to pull him in further. Michael smiles and is taken by surprise as Nikita flips him around.

Quickly, now that Nikita has control, Nikita establishes a quicker, furious, and harder pace.

Michael, still panting looks at Nikita's wet hair.

"We get rid of the dance shoes tomorrow." Michael says with a small smile.

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