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mrsreginagold · 1 month ago

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Fic: You've Haunted Me So Stunningly

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: R

Spoilers: Canon-divergent AU, a new take on 3 x 13.

Summary: Ari Tasarov’s recent capture by Division has led to unwarranted, incredibly sensual imaginings for one Nikita Mears. A different kind of surrender is inevitable.

Author’s Note: While this is definitely inspired by a personal favorite Taylor Swift song, it’s also a way to pull together a few elements I’ve played around with already for this pairing. I hope that what has resulted both feels familiar and new at the same time, I do try not to overly repeat myself 😅, but I also love to experiment with my concepts.

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My bedsheets are ablaze,

I’ve screamed his name,

Building up like waves,

Crashing over my grave.

Guilty as Sin, Taylor Swift

You’ve Haunted Me So Stunningly

His skin felt like velvet, warm and smooth beneath her questing hands.

Nikita Mears murmured Ari Tasarov’s name with reverence while she clung to his broad shoulders, her hips canting towards his as they moved in time – a tangle of limbs and rumpled bed sheets.

She had never meant for things to escalate in such a way, but now that he had her in his grasp: nothing else seemed to matter.

Waves of pleasure struck when he altered course, shifting his angle to bury deeper yet retaining a slow, steady motion.

It would figure that he’d be good at this. After all, he’d always had a knack for understanding what truly lied in her heart.

She cried out and threw her head back as completion was achieved, his name a repeated murmur on her lips when she fell.

The former assassin abruptly shot up in bed as she emerged from her dreamscape. Her hazel-brown eyes were wide as saucers, her skin decidedly flushed, and she clutched the covers tightly to her chest before shakily whispering a curse.

Haphazardly, she ran her fingers through her messy hair and attempted to regain her composure.

Ari had been haunting her imagination nightly since he had been taken into Division custody, and the increasing eroticism seemed to be getting stronger as his time with them continued.

With an aggravated sigh, Nikita tossed back the comforter and got out of bed. She had no idea what she was going to do about her unfortunate dilemma, but she needed to think of something fast.

An opportunity arose a few days later. She realized that their guest was going to be staying with the organization for a significant amount of time, so he could do with some new clothes and some amenities.

Instead of embarking on the mission to protect Ari’s son as she had initially planned, she sent Alex and Sean out and then dragged Owen along with her on an impromptu shopping trip. Her friend was roughly the same size as the man she who constantly occupied her thoughts, and she also figured it was better to keep one wild card away from another.

Though the handsome Guardian did his fair share of grumbling the entire time, he was still willing to assist and act as a model for the outfits that she took care in choosing.

The hour was growing late by the time she finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door to Ari’s temporary quarters. There had been a brief consideration over placing him in the underground prison that had Percy had been kept in, but ultimately she felt that it would have been too cruel. Instead – he was housed in one of the rooms that Division’s newest recruits had previously occupied.

There was a click as the lock was opened and then the object of her affection was revealed.

“Nikita,” a smile ghosted across Ari’s lips. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“I come bearing gifts,” she held up the shopping bags that contained the new outfits.

“Please, join me. I was about to have some tea,” he gestured for her to make her way inside the room. “You look lovely, by the way.”

She smiled and smoothed over the skirt to the pale lavender dress she’d donned before going to meet him. The fact that he remarked on it made her pulse jump excitedly. “Thank you. How are you settling? I know these beds aren’t the most comfortable in the world,” she brushed past him to set the clothes down, noting privately that it appeared he had recently taken a bath since his hair was still damp.

“It isn’t a four-star hotel, but I’ll live,” he chuckled wryly before moving to stand next to her and offering out a simple white mug filled with the hot beverage.

She thanked him quietly and took a sip, her eyes roving appreciatively over his lean form, which was currently encased in a white button-down shirt and black slacks. The fabric was sheer enough to reveal the lines of his torso beneath, though given that the clothes he’d arrived in had been bloodied due to her interrogation, she supposed that he was merely grateful to be in something clean.

He also had taken to leaving his collar undone just enough to expose a triangle of pale skin, which only served to fill her with longing.

Dragging her gaze away from the downy hair that peeked over his clavicle, she focused on his angular, handsome face. The bruises and cuts were almost entirely healed, though there was one on his eye that had yet to fade completely.

He noticed how intently she was staring and cleared his throat. “You brought gifts, you said?”

“Right!” she stopped ogling and quickly grabbed one of the bags. “I took Owen out with me to get an idea of the sizing. Hopefully I guessed correctly?”

He peered inside, his brows lifting in amusement. “I’m trying not to read that much into the fact that you purchased men’s underwear.”

“Well, I was trying to cover all the bases,” a blush crept across her cheeks.

“I’m teasing, Nikita,” he stepped closer and reached out to flip away a strand of hair that had fallen into her eyes, his expression conveying only gratitude. “You didn’t have to go to the trouble.”

“It wasn’t any trouble,” her skin tingled from the brief touch. “Why don’t you try something on?”

“In that case, pick your favorite,” he placed his mug aside and gently took hers so he could wash them in the small sink that was against the wall.

While he was busy, she spent a few minutes to peruse through the options before landing on dark jeans and a light blue dress shirt.

“Here. I think this will look nice,” she handed the clothing to him.

He accepted the garments, and then she turned around to let him change, though she desperately wished that he would let her watch.

She heard fabric rustling behind her, filling her with gradual anticipation. It took all of her willpower to not sneak a look.

After a few more moments, he tapped her on the shoulder so she could face him again.

“What do you think?”

If she had been more prone to the dramatic, her jaw would have dropped. He looked magnificent in casual wear. The shirt, which matched the cobalt shade of his eyes, clung in all the right ways to his build, and the jeans fit him perfectly.

“You…you look,” she swallowed a wave of lust before crossing further into his space. “Amazing.”

“Do you think I should roll up the sleeves?” He fiddled with the cuffs, his gaze catching hers.

“Either that or untuck it,” she suggested. “Though, personally, I like it how it looks right now. Can I do something though? It’s been nagging at me.”

“Certainly.”

The way he looked at her, with open warmth and trust, caused butterflies to swirl around in her stomach. Still – since she had his permission, she reached up to card her fingers through his hair till it fell rakishly across his forehead.

“That’s better. It makes you look rugged,” she whispered, her hands framing his face tenderly.

They stood there, eyes locked, Nikita’s breath hitching as the mood shifted towards something far more intimate.

She wasn’t certain if she moved or Ari did, but in the next instant their lips met in a long-awaited kiss.

His mouth was soft against hers, the embrace tentative and yet filled with enough passion to confirm that what they both felt was absolutely mutual.

He was the first to pull back for air, his arms curling around her waist to hold her close while he rested his temple against hers. “That wasn’t overstepping?”

“No,” she shook her head, fingers twisting into the soft fabric that covered his chest. “Actually the whole reason I stopped by was to tell you something.”

“What?”

She swallowed nervously before stating: “I’ve been fantasizing about you repeatedly for the past few weeks.”

There was a twinkle of amusement in his brilliant blue gaze. “Have you really?”

“Don’t make fun –

“I’m not! I swear, I’m not.” He chuckled, low and rich and only amplifying the desire that was coursing through her. “Nikita: I’ve had my fair share of fantasies about you too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, especially when your feelings are reciprocated.”

“Ah, yes, feelings…” she nuzzled him, relief flooding her heart. “Those are always a little bit tricky.”

“Always,” he aimed a beaming grin her way before requesting to kiss her again.

It was an easily granted wish, her hands gripping at his shirt front to yank him in for an embrace that was more ardent than the last.

Sparks erupted immediately, the pair guiding each other to the bed located in the corner of the room.

Ari sank down, pulling Nikita with him as they met in multiple, heated kisses. Now that their unresolved tension was a thing of the past, it was a simple matter to give themselves over to natural instinct.

“I know I just asked you to try this on,” she settled against him comfortably, straddling his hips while slowly unbuttoning his top. “So, I’ll make sure not to ruin it.”

He sat up just enough to reach around and locate the zipper to her dress. “In that case, I’ll be sure to return the favor.”

As he dragged the metal down, his fingers brushed over her bare flesh. She had not bothered with a bra due to the structuring of the garment, and when it slipped down her arms and bared her torso, the glimmer of desire in his eyes was unmistakable.

Nikita briefly stood in order to let the dress fall to the floor and then climbed back on top of him to complete her own task.

Inch by inch, her lover’s skin was revealed as she parted his shirt, her gaze roaming attentively to take in the lean, perfectly muscled tone of his chest and abdomen.

Ari shrugged compliantly out of the sleeves and then tugged his arms free, surging up to kiss her soundly while her fingers coasted down.

Ridding him of the jeans didn’t take long, and it was only a short time later before they were both completely naked.

The second their skin touched; it was like a revelation. Every dream and fantasy now paled in comparison to the real thing as they entwined with each other.

His hands wandered in avid worship, ensuring that not a single patch of her skin went without some kind of devotion.

She explored him just as enthusiastically, discovering the areas where he happened to be more sensitive and delighting in the reactions that she was responsible for.

He claimed her mouth in another fervent kiss while he trapped her under his welcome weight, one hand drifting between her legs as his lips veered elsewhere.

She inhaled sharply when he latched on to her breast, searing heat enveloping her senses and arousal pooling at her center. In a way she had been waiting for this – to be completely at his mercy.

It was clear that he wasn’t about to disappoint her, her nerve endings practically alight the longer that he paid her attention.

She clawed at his back, her hips arcing in invitation when she could stand it no longer.

Ari didn’t hesitate and joined them together with a decisive thrust, stealing another kiss before encouraging Nikita to move with him.

She weaved her fingers into his tousled hair, marveling at how sensual he now appeared to her. Moisture glistened on his skin and the gorgeous blue shade of his irises was less visible due to the dilation of his pupils. He leaned in to kiss her again as they reached a frantic pace, and she finally dared to drag her nails through the hair on his chest, reveling in their closeness.

As they reached their pinnacle in unison; she swore that the earth moved. Everything else ceased to exist and the sole thing that mattered was the man cradling her to him right before they collapsed, shivering – still connected and very much sated from their exertions.

Several hours passed as the couple engaged in multiple rounds of lovemaking, eventually tiring enough to cuddle together beneath the blankets.

Nikita lifted her head slightly from where she had pillowed it on Ari’s chest so she could peer up at him, tracing patterns along his still-cooling skin.

He caught her hand right as she swirled a design over his heart. “That tickles.”

“You’re ticklish? What else don’t I know about you?” she grinned, dropping a kiss to his clavicle.

“Oh, did my prowess in bed not sufficiently answer any lingering questions?” He teased, though his expression turned candid when he shifted so they were side-by-side. “What do you want to know?” His hand traveled lazily along the curve of her shoulder.

Pleasant goosebumps prickled along her arm, and she snuggled closer. “Everything. I want to know your favorite color, what kind of food you like, your taste in music. Do you have any hidden talents and hobbies?”

He stroked across the jut of her hip before answering. “Let’s see. My favorite color is blue. I prefer any kind of food that I can cook to already prepared. I like a lot of classic rock and jazz. As for talents: I can dance, and there’s also the aforementioned skill in the kitchen; and while I haven’t done so in years, I can play the guitar and piano.”

“I can draw,” she admitted. “I love to read but lately I rarely have time. I prefer dogs over cats. I’ve trained with many weapons over the years, but I’m really partial to the bow and arrow for some reason. Oh and I sing. Not well, but you will definitely stumble across me belting out some Michael Jackson at some point, so I wanted to give you a fair warning.”

“Now that brings a mental image that rivals the infamous scene in Risky Business, so I am demanding a performance when you’re willing.”

With a giggle, she happily bestowed him a kiss, sighing peacefully before toying with the edge of the sheet that was draped over her waist. “You know, we’re going to have to explain ourselves eventually to Ryan. There are cameras.”

“I’m aware,” he shrugged, stretching before flopping onto his back. “Let the entirety of Division know how much I love you; it doesn’t matter to me.”

She froze, not expecting the declaration.

Judging by the slight panic on his handsome face, he hadn’t meant for the platitude to slip so easily either.

A staring match ensued before Ari sat up, prompting Nikita to gather the bedclothes around her securely as she did the same.

He took her hands within his. “Apologies, I absolutely can do better than that.”

“I’m sure you can but I’m still fixating on “how much I love you,”

He ducked his head, a bashful expression that was at war with his nudity surfacing. “If I’m honest – I’ve been in love with you for some time now. I just never thought I’d get the chance to express it.”

She curled her fingers under his chin so she could tip it back up, blinking back genuine tears. “I love you too.”

He reached for her, and she went willingly, the two of them colliding in a romantic kiss that ended any further discussion.

As far as they both were concerned – other priorities could wait.

The End

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