"You need someone who really knows you, someone who can satisfy you." Michael whispered into her ear as he pressed his body into hers. Nikita softly sighed in agreement. Michael kissed her and ran his hands down her body, closer and closer to the spot where she needed him to be...

Then she woke up. Sitting up with a start, Nikita opened her eyes and looked around the dark room. The body next to her shifted.

"Nikita?" He said with one eye poked open.

"Did I wake you? Sorry, go back to sleep." She told him.

"Everything okay? Was it another nightmare?" The man next to her asked softly.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it."

He pressed her again, "You've been having them a lot lately. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I said I'm fine." She looked over to him, and then got out of bed. Ryan Fletcher followed her body as she walked across his bedroom.

"Where are you going?" he asked her.

"Home."

"Nikita, it's 2am. Come back to bed," it sounded like he was begging, but he meant it as more of a command. She shook her head at him as she pulled on her jeans.

"No. I like sleeping in my own bed anyways." She pretended not to see the hurt in his eyes. "I'll call you tomorrow." She said over her should as she left his room.

"Nikita!" He called after her, and she stopped at the doorway. "I love you" he said to her. She looked at him and smiled.

"I know." She said, and then left.

Outside Ryan's apartment, the cold October air struck her. She inhaled deeply and walked over to where she had parked her motorcycle. It had started out innocently enough, she thought. She knew Fletcher liked her, and she used it to her advantage to help her quest to take down Division. Eventually she convinced herself that she liked him, and they started spending time together, even when there was no mission to plan. She tried to convince herself that she loved him, but something inside her knew better. He loved her, definitely. He was absolutely taken with her. He'd follow her to hell and back, if she asked. Then she started dreaming about Michael, and things started to get complicated. She would be with Fletcher, and find her mind would be wandering to Michael. Ryan is a good man. Michael is with Division. Then why can't I stop thinking about him? I don't know how much more of this I can take…. She sighed to herself, put on her helmet, started her bike, and headed home. She was too tired, and too engrossed in her thoughts to notice the black car following her…

Back at her loft, she quickly whipped off her clothes and decided to take a hot bath before settling down to sleep. She came out of the bathroom, still damp, wearing nothing but her towel. Her hair stood on edge, and she knew she wasn't alone. She pulled out her gun, seemingly from nowhere, and turned and pointed it at the intruder.

"Michael?" Nikita was surprised. He stood, leaning against her door frame, unarmed. How had he found her? How long had he been there?

"What are you doing here..?" She kept her gun trained on him and inched closer.

"I've been following you," he replied, "first to Alex's apartment, and then to Fletcher's, and then here." She was stunned. How could she have been so careless?

"What have you done with Alex? If you've hurt her, I swear…" Nikita started, but he cut her off.

"Relax, she's fine. For now…" he said.

"What do you want? Shouldn't this place be crawling with Division agents?" She didn't like the dangerous look he had in his eyes, and suddenly she wished she was wearing clothes. Michael decided to cut right to the point.

"Are you seeing him? Fletcher?" Michael could barely say the man's name without getting agitated. Nikita was incredulous. She couldn't believe his audacity to come into her loft and simply ask her that.

"What? Why is that any of your business Michael?" She was suddenly furious with him. Who did he think he was? Barging in here and demanding to be told about her love life. He was the one who chose Division over her.

"Because I've made it my business." He practically growled at her and took a step towards her. They were less than a foot apart now. "You can lower your gun, I'm not armed." He smirked at her. She searched his eyes for a moment, looked down at the ground, and looked back up at him again. She tossed her gun onto her bed.

"Yes, I'm seeing him. We've been together for a few months now." She said in an 'are-you-happy-now?' kind of tone. Michael's eyes flickered with emotion for just a second, and Nikita found herself feeling inexplicably guilty.

"He doesn't deserve you Nikita," he said to her, drastically changing his tone. She kept up her defensive tone though.

"Oh, really? This coming from the man who picked Division over me?" She kept her voice as level as she could, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting upset. Her triumph over her statement was short lived, as she saw the regret and hurt course through his eyes. Before he had a chance to respond to her, she asked him for a third time.

"Michael, why are you here?" She demanded and answer and he knew he could no longer dodge the subject.

"Because," he started to say, while taking another step towards her, closing the remaining space between the two of them, "I love you." And with that, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. At first she resisted, but after a second, she gave in and kissed him back. He ran his hands through her damp hair as she ran her hands up his shirt, grazing his buttons. When the kiss came to its natural end, she stepped back from him, out of breath and lips swollen. He stood still, looking straight into her eyes. When they both caught their breaths, she finally spoke.

"I'm with Ryan now. We can't do this." Her heart was racing, telling her to throw all caution to the wind and to stop talking, but her brain kept on screaming out Fletcher is a good guy, don't do this to him! She was feeling conflicted. Michael could see this in her eyes. He decided to help make up her mind.

"He doesn't know you like I do," Michael said as he stepped forward and embraced Nikita. "He can't protect you, or help you like I can. Nikita, you were right, about everything." He bared his soul to her.

"Michael, I…" She started to say but he cut her off.

"I'm sorry about what happened at the airport, with Kasim. I know you were only trying to save me, the way I always try to save you." He whispered to her and kissed her again. This time, she didn't pull away.


AN: Hope you enjoyed this! I'll probably only continue if the reviews say I should! If not, it's a good lil stand alone piece, I think! Again, thanks for reading!
(And I promise I'm working on my other story, "Alternate Reality", I've just been SUPER busy!)