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mrsreginagold · 3 months ago

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Fic: I Stretch Out The Time And Now I Know Why

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: R

Spoilers: Canon-Divergent Series AU. Takes place during season one. Summary: Ari and Nikita return to her loft after an escape gone awry.

Author's Note: There is admittedly a ton of traction when it comes to what-if scenarios for this pairing. The premise of this was simple: I was curious what it would have looked like if Nikita and Ari had started working together back in season one. I imagine it would go similarly to how this fic starts, but I doubt canon would have ever been so bold to allow them a romance. Luckily -- that's where my skill set comes in 😉

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I Stretch Out The Time And Now I Know Why

“Might I ask what you were thinking when you threw the box into the river?” Ari Tasarov grumbled, crossing his arms in an effort to stop shaking after his dive into freezing water to retrieve it.

“You didn’t have to go after it!” Nikita Mears resisted the urge to smack him on the side of the head for such a foolish action. “We could have left Percy’s dark secrets lurking at the bottom where they belong, but no. You’re so damn obsessed!”

“I’m obsessed?” He whirled on her, his stunning blue eyes flashing dangerously. “Need I remind you that you came to me?! You practically begged for me to help you locate the thing!”

“That’s because I thought it would give us both the upper hand on Division, but I had no idea Roan of all people was going to chase after us,” she ran her fingers carelessly through her damp hair. After Ari had jumped into the water, she had only felt it was right to go after him. The only benefit was that, due to it being cold, the Cleaner that had been sent after them had not followed. The blanket of night also gave them a much-appreciated advantage, so they could make it to her loft undetected. It just would have been a lot easier if they both weren’t soaked to the skin.

Ari didn’t bother to argue further, though it was probably because he was focusing on trying not to shiver so badly.

Pity clenched at her heart despite her irritation, as she also fared little better. Gently, she curled a hand around his arm. “Come on. It’s not much further and we need to get inside.”

He simply nodded and allowed her to guide him.

They reached their destination shortly after. After ushering Ari into her home, Nikita quickly turned on the heat, and then gestured at the bathroom. “Why don’t you get out of those clothes and dry off? I’ll bring you something to change into in a second.”

“Dare I ask why you would have men’s clothing lying around?” he raised an eyebrow, though he was already in the process of removing his water-logged suit jacket.

“I kept some of Daniel’s things,” she admitted, melancholy twinging in her stomach at the mention of her deceased fiancé.

The former Gogol operative went still, clearly recognizing the sadness in her tone. “Are you sure you’re okay with me wearing them?”

She shook her head, her lips curving up in a brief, forlorn smile. “It’s fine, Ari. It’s not like they were getting much use. Besides, you’re about the same height, so it should fit fine.” She cast her gaze over him and found it difficult not to stare. His white dress shirt was nearly transparent from being dripping wet, clinging to a torso that was remarkably defined from what she could see.

She turned away so he wouldn’t notice the flush in her cheeks. “Anyway – there’s fresh towels. Just make sure to leave me one so I can wring out my hair. I’ll change in here.”

“All right, I shouldn’t be too long. Leave the clothes outside the door and let me know they’re there.”

She glanced back in time to see him slip the shirt off – giving her a nice view of his broad shoulders and a flawlessly toned back – before he shut the bathroom door for privacy.

She inhaled deeply to calm the longing that had surfaced. It had been a while since she was left alone with a man that she found attractive, and she needed to focus.

First, she quickly undressed and wiped the moisture on her skin off with a spare blanket, which she wrapped around her body so she could find clothing for both of them.

Then, after changing into a pair of yoga leggings and a tunic, she deposited the spare set of clothes outside her bathroom door and knocked so that Ari knew it was ready.

She made a quick exit to her kitchen and went about brewing some hot tea. It would soothe her nerves and warm them both up, which was something that was arguably needed after their escape.

Questions began to whirl around her mind as she prepared two mugs for the hot beverages. At the forefront was the most obvious: namely, how long her companion would be staying. If it was for a significant amount of time, they would have to discuss sleeping arrangements. She also had to consider how they would retrieve the information from the Black Box that he had been so adamant in salvaging.

And then there was keeping the desire at bay to kiss him, which had only grown stronger in the past few minutes.

She sighed quietly as she measured out the right amount of sugar for the mint tea she had chosen.

“Need any help?” the resonant timbre of Ari’s voice broke her out of her reverie, and she twisted around to tell him that it wasn’t necessary, only for coherent speech to disappear completely when she got a good look.

The dark blue jeans fit him impeccably as she had suspected, but that wasn’t exactly what had captured her attention.

She had left him with a couple choices of tee shirts, but he had forgone them entirely, revealing a beautifully muscled torso instead.

Her crush was standing bare-chested in her kitchen. She couldn’t think or speak or even move because of this.

She was also fairly certain that he was aware of her distress because the corners of his incredibly soft-looking mouth twitched upwards, as if holding back a laugh, before he took a step towards her. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Well, yeah because you’re currently half-naked and very, very sexy, and I swear you’re doing it on purpose. She desperately tried to form actual words but failed.

He continued to move forward, until he was practically on top of her, and it would only take a slight movement to be touching him.

“Ari…I,” she licked over suddenly dry lips, still unable to find her voice due to his proximity and just how attractive he happened to look. His dark brown hair was ruffled, errant strands crossing partially over his forehead. Thanks to the bright overhead light in her kitchen: she could discern hints of silver at his temples. It was also easy to tell that the cobalt shade of his irises was becoming rapidly invisible due to his pupils dilating, which was a sign of his desire for her. Droplets of water still visible on his skin caused the hair that dusted his chest to be plastered directly to it, which only added to the sensual picture that he painted.

He was impossible handsome while fully clothed. Now he was being borderline unfair.

She was conscious of the kettle beginning to whistle, but she couldn’t quite tear herself away.

He took care of the issue for her by reaching around and turning the dial to the stove to off. “I wouldn’t want you burning this place down.”

“Right. That would be embarrassing,” she mumbled, finally daring to touch him by placing her palms on his chest. “Did you even want tea?”

His hands settled on the small of her back, and with a swift tug, he had drawn her flush against him. “Maybe in the morning.”

Nikita tipped her head back, so she could peer up at him. Being so close meant she could distinguish the flecks of green in the otherwise clear blue depths that stared back at her.

Her pulse hummed as Ari bridged what little space was left between them, first grazing his lips along hers tentatively to test the waters before he took the chance and initiated a proper kiss.

Pleasant warmth eased up her spine. He gathered her close, his hands sliding up under the hem of her shirt to caress at bare skin while the embrace turned increasingly feverish.

A jolt of arousal shot straight to her center when he nipped at her mouth, outlining the shape of her lips imploringly till she granted him entry.

With minimal effort, he lifted her up to rest on the nearby counter, and she felt him grin when she yanked him in further and circled her legs around his waist.

If she was being logical, she would have stopped him when he peeled her shirt up over her head. She definitely would have paused after her leggings followed suit but then the jeans he’d borrowed were cast aside too.

Rational thought flew out the window entirely once he hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bed located in the furthest corner of the room.

Completely naked, they fell back against the covers, unable to stop kissing or touching for more than a few seconds.

She rapidly decided to tell her reason to shut up, and focused instead on giving in.

Morning announced its arrival with pale light, which washed over the couple still dozing in Nikita’s bed.

The rogue agent was the first to wake, a content smile crossing her lovely features when she noticed how deeply Ari was slumbering.

He had earned his rest after proving an attentive, extremely giving lover the night before, and she was happy to let him, as it allowed her plenty to admire.

She followed the steady rise and fall of his chest as he slept, her gaze trailing lazily along the jut of his hip. The sheets were pooled around his waist, exposing plenty of his pale skin, and one arm was curled beneath his pillow, while the other was slung over her protectively under the covers.

Should be downright criminal…looking that good first thing, she stretched, reaching out to push his bed-mussed hair away from his forehead.

He stirred at her touch, his eyes fluttering open slowly.

Her heart began to beat rapidly when she was swept into that familiar sea of blue, a loving smile crossing his lips before he greeted her with a tender kiss.

She sighed against his mouth and pulled him forward, her hands coasting deliberately down a sculpted abdomen while he turned and trapped her between his body and the mattress.

As far as she was concerned: every day should start with exquisitely crafted lovemaking, and it was clear that he was happy to provide.

He tugged away from their embrace to nuzzle her nose with his. “Hi.”

“What’s this? The normally eloquent Ari Tasarov reduced to simple words?” She teased, her eyes glittering playfully.

He chuckled. “It’s early and I’m preoccupied.”

“Clearly,” she arced her hips, starting them off on a slow, rocking motion that he matched in pace, his fingers entwining with hers as they became consumed with one another.

The best part, arguably, was that they were equals in every sense of the word. Being able to sense what the other wanted only spurred their movements further, instantly leading to an almost blinding heat.

Bliss was quickly achieved, the pair collapsing back into the nest of blankets after they reached their pinnacle in unison.

Nikita carded her hands through Ari’s hair while they recovered, still tangled hopelessly and in no hurry to move.

He was easily distracted with tracing over the phoenix tattoo located on her hip. “Is there a meaning behind this?”

She glanced at it before replying. “I got it not long after I was recruited by Division. It made sense back then, a symbol of resurrection.”

“Still makes sense now, actually,” he shifted in order to lay on his side, face-to-face with her, and resumed stroking at the design. “It’s also a symbol of strength, and if there’s anyone that I know that’s brave enough to take down not one but two organizations hell-bent on covering up their actions: it’s you.”

“Is it bravery?” she curled up against him, listening to the beat of his heart and letting it soothe her. “Or am I not able to let go and move on?”

“I suppose that depends on how you look at it, but I prefer to think of it as bravery. I mean, you got me to change allegiances, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but,” she dropped a kiss to the center of his chest. “Are we enough? It’s just you and me and Alex right now. Maybe Owen if he can kick the Guardian programming.”

His mouth brushed along her forehead sweetly. “Sounds like you’d feel better if you got more recruits.”

“Maybe,” she sighed. “I don’t really want to think about it right this second. We should just take a day. Relax. Especially after all that happened last night.”

“Whatever you want is fine by me, love.”

“Right now, it’s you. Just you,” she looked up at him with a gracious smile. “Is that okay?”

“Absolutely.”

And given that he showed how much he approved of her idea with a passion-filled kiss, she knew he meant it.

The End

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mrsreginagold · 4 months ago

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Fic: My Appetite You Feed

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: R

Spoilers: Canon Divergent AU, set after “The Life We’ve Chosen.” A companion piece to Stay Here In Your Arms Forever.

Summary: Nikita and Ari have been experiencing intense dreams about each other. It’s time to figure out what to do about it.

Author's Note: Ordinarily I keep all my one shots separate, but this is a direct sequel to a previous work. However: it's not required to read the first story. Like all my Nikari pieces, this can be viewed as a stand-alone. Once again my romantic tendencies got the better of me, but I somehow doubt that the muses minded.

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My Appetite You Feed

She woke with the sharp cry of his name, clutching the bedsheets tightly enough to rip them.

Nikita Mears panted harshly, her entire body tingling with want thanks to the dream she had just experienced.

She wished she knew exactly what was causing them, as they had begun not long after her return from the successful mission in South Ossetia. Returning with an alive, grateful Ari Tasarov had resulted in him fully defecting and becoming a member of Division.

He had also become her partner both professionally and romantically and was the main subject of the intensely erotic imaginings that plagued her.

With an exasperated sigh, the pretty, dark-haired agent flung back the covers and then rapidly removed her sleepwear. After a few steadying breaths, she trailed one hand down along her overly sensitized skin. With some precise touches – she could relieve the tension that had built up.

It never took long. All that was required was to focus on picturing his elegant, handsome features and lean, nicely toned body. She had gotten a decent view of how he looked without his shirt thanks to his determination to take care of a bullet wound that she’d received, as he had removed the garment in order to make bandages.

It was simple enough to create a clear image in her mind, her current dilemma abating with each deliberate ministration.

In her imagination, Ari loomed close, those stunning blue eyes boring into her own while she thought of his hands brushing along her exposed form. It was the finer details that she latched onto – that playful sparkle in the cobalt-colored depths, the way his resonant baritone sounded when he murmured her name, and the dimple that flashed when his soft lips curved into a knowing smile.

She recalled just how good that mouth felt when it was preoccupied with hers. How she wished he would explore the rest of her with such skill.

Not long after she found a much-needed release, the guilt began to swim.

Things were in a really great place with her love, and the last thing they needed as a new couple was this odd complication.

After all: wasn’t it more common to fantasize about the object of one’s affection before they became an item?

Initially, she had suspected that the bullet itself had been laced with some kind of toxin. She certainly would not have been surprised if Amanda Collins had done such a thing, however: all the tests on it and her blood had come back entirely normal.

With little in the way of answers, it left her at a loss. The last thing she wanted was to derail her relationship – but she also suspected that while Ari wouldn’t mind if she just jumped him in a Division corridor, he would wonder what the reason was.

She needed to have a talk with her lover.

Another sigh — this one beleaguered – emerged from the lovely former assassin when she rolled out of the confines of her bed and made her way to the bathroom.

After a shower to both clean up and relax, Nikita emerged from the steam and wrapped herself in a fluffy, white towel.

The irony of such a virginal color after what she had engaged in that morning was not lost on her and she shook her head before wandering into the walk-in closet to pick out something to wear.

She pulled on some black lace lingerie first, and then settled on a sweater dress in a shade of cerulean that she knew complimented Ari’s eyes, which she paired with dark grey leggings.

She tied her hair back in a low ponytail, and then applied her makeup, opting for neutral shades for her eyes and a soft pink for her lips.

Satisfied with her appearance, she tugged on her favorite black boots and an overcoat to battle the winter air, and then finally exited her apartment, purse shouldered securely.

As she made her way up the hall, the door to another apartment only a couple of doors down opened.

Ari Tasarov, impeccable in a finely tailored suit, fell into step beside her. “Good morning.”

His alluring voice washed over her, immediately causing warmth to pool at her core.

She swallowed and did her best to remain steady on her feet. “Morning. Sleep well?”

“Quite.” The smile that crossed his lips was mildly secretive, which made her curiosity pique, but she didn’t question him further.

They continued towards the elevators at the end of the hallway, chatting quietly.

It was once they were safely inside and descending to the lobby that the mood finally shifted.

Without warning, Nikita found herself trapped between the guard rail and her lover’s taller form, his lips seeking hers in a passion-filled kiss to properly greet her.

She melted in Ari’s embrace, curling her arms around his neck and returning the affection as eagerly as he gave it.

One hand swept over the small of her back, tugging her further into him as they nipped and teased at one another.

She parted for air first, certain her features were flushed and that she’d have to redo her lip color before they went into the office. “What was that for?”

“For visiting my dreams last night,” he caressed lightly over the curve of her jaw.

She lifted a finely groomed eyebrow. Was it possible that he was experiencing the same strange phenomenon?

“And what was I doing, exactly?”

He chuckled, daring a brief nuzzle. “Nothing unpleasant, my love. You just happened to be there.”

“Well now I need to know,” she drew him close into the circle of her arms.

He grinned then, which was outright criminal.

She was about to prod him further when the doors to the elevator opened.

She narrowed her eyes. “We’re continuing this conversation later.”

“Of course,” he drew her hand up to his lips and pressed a feathery kiss to her knuckles, and then escorted her out into the day.

Unfortunately, various meetings kept Nikita busy well into the afternoon.

When she was finally able to take a break for lunch, she immediately headed for what served as Division’s library, where Ari often spent his free time researching.

The operative hurried along the corridor, utterly consumed with the urge to see the man that she loved. She was so unaware of her surroundings that it nearly caused her to collide with her good friend, Alexandra Udinov.

“Whoa, Nikita, where’s the fire?” her former protégé joked, catching her arm with one hand to keep her from stumbling.

“Sorry, Alex, I wasn’t really watching where I was going. You haven’t happened to see if Ari’s around?”

“I believe he’s finishing up a meeting with Ryan.”

“Oh. I guess I’ll go wait.”

The dejected look that crossed Nikita’s face caused Alex to tilt her head curiously. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine, I just, you know, need to talk to him.”

“About?”

“…stuff.”

Her friend folded her arms over her chest, arching her eyebrows skeptically. “Job stuff or relationship stuff?”

Nikita shuffled from one foot to the other, her features coloring considerably, which gave her companion the answer.

“Nik, I might be crossing a boundary here but, I have to ask. Is everything okay with the two of you?”

“Of course everything’s okay. Why wouldn’t it be okay? It’s not like I’m having sexual dreams about him every night that result in bringing myself to orgasm on my own in the morning instead of going to him instead, I mean that would be ridiculous.” She clamped one hand over her mouth, her face aflame. The words had just come tumbling out before she could stop them.

“That’s both graphic and oddly specific,” Alex bit back a chuckle. “So, dreams?”

“Intense, erotic dreams that I don’t want to wake up from,” now that the truth was revealed, Nikita slumped against the nearest surface, which happened to be a wall.

“You should tell him. He’ll be flattered and will probably want to cater to your every whim.”

“That’s just it, Alex! I love Ari so much, and I don’t want to wreck the good thing we have going. We’ve been taking it slow, waiting for the right moment to take things to the next level. The last thing I need is him thinking that I’m some kind of sex maniac because I’m not. But every time I close my eyes, all I see and feel and want is him. And what if…” she trailed off, her expression downcast. “What if after we finally consummate, he’s no longer interested?”

“Again, you should be telling him this, but one thing has been painfully clear since the two of you got together. Ari adores you. If all he wanted was something physical, it would have happened already.”

“You think so?”

“I don’t think. I know. Nikita: every time I see you lately, you’re glowing, and it’s because of that man. No one, not even Michael, has gotten this kind of reaction from you. And what’s more, I’m sure Ari’s aware of this too.”

“So you’re basically saying I should talk to my boyfriend and then drag him to bed to get all this sorted?”

Alex snorted in laughter. “Yes to the first part, but I think that second bit is your own frustration at work.”

“Fair point,” Nikita took a gulp of air and then straightened her posture. “Well then; wish me luck.”

“Good luck.” Her fellow agent patted her on the arm and then headed down the hall in the opposite direction.

Nikita inhaled once more, this time to steel herself, and took the path that led to her boss’s office.

The object of her affection stepped out into the hallway just as she arrived, which saved her the trouble of having to wait for him.

Her heart flipped happily upon seeing him. “Hey. I was looking for you. Alex said you were in a meeting?”

“I was just on my way to you, actually. There’s been some news,” Ari linked their arms together and began to escort her down the corridor.

“Good news or bad?”

“A mix of both,” he admitted, which explained the partially solemn expression on his attractive features. “Mr. Fletcher is sending me out on a solo assignment. The fact that he’s doing so means that I’ve earned some trust around here, that’s the good part.”

“And the bad?” she pressed gently. She knew how hard her partner had been working to become a reliable member of the team, and she was glad for him in that respect.

“The bad is that I’ll be leaving next Monday, and I don’t fully know how long I’ll be away,” he confessed, turning so that they were facing each other. “I know it’s not the greatest timing, but I asked for a long weekend for the two of us. I figured there’s some things we need to discuss.”

She adjusted his tie. “You figured correctly. How long of a weekend are we talking about?”

“We can head out now, actually.” He curled his arms around her waist and touched their foreheads together.

“It’s Tuesday afternoon.”

“Yes. Almost six whole days where it’ll be just the two of us.” He promised, ducking his head to press a light kiss to her lips.

“Mmm. I can think of plenty of things to keep us occupied. And to be fair: we do deserve a break, don’t you think? It’s been hectic since we returned, and we’ve never really had a chance to…connect properly. There’s something important I need to talk to you about as it is.”

“I have something important to tell you too,” he reached around her to twist the knob of the door that was directly behind them and then backed her inside.

“Ari this is a supply closet.”

“Well aware,” she could detect a hint of gravel in the already low register of his tone, which sent a pleasant shiver coursing up her spine. “But I couldn’t wait any longer to do this.”

Ordinarily, he was careful when he kissed her, preferring to hold her against him as if she was something delicate that could shatter in his grasp.

This time, however, it was as if something primal had been unleashed.

Nikita gasped against Ari’s mouth when he lifted her effortlessly to shove her between the nearest surface and his solid body.

Something dug into her shoulder, but she paid it little mind, circling her legs around his waist to anchor them together and give in to the wild embrace that escalated.

With one arm draped securely over his neck, she daringly moved her free hand slowly down his chest while he bit insistently at her lips, pausing right over his heart to gauge just how rapidly it was beating.

She was certain her own was a hurried staccato that matched and dug her fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt, her head tilting back when his mouth strayed to traverse along her neck.

Molten heat gathered right below her stomach as his tongue darted out and laved at the hollow of her throat, a strangled cry emerging when he veered to the left and sunk his teeth into her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

“Did you just –

He didn’t let her finish the sentence, his mouth seeking and practically devouring hers this time.

The embrace continued to grow in passion while they pressed close together, causing absolutely delicious friction in spite of being fully clothed.

She could tell how affected he was by her, which made her grateful for the privacy because she was seconds away from bypassing layers and having her way with him right there.

He seemed to sense this, and abruptly pinned both of her hands over her head, tugging away reluctantly from the kiss. “Don’t get upset, but we’re going to have to wait a little longer. I know I instigated it, but I want to take my time somewhere more comfortable.”

“Why did you think I’d be upset?” she stared up at him, breathing heavily.

Ari eyed her seriously and let go of her hands. “Why wouldn’t you be when we got so worked up?”

“That’s true, but in this instance I happen to agree with you,” she traced a pattern over the slope of his shoulder. “And this isn’t exactly the most romantic spot in the world.”

He chuckled. “It isn’t. But I simply couldn’t wait to kiss you. In fact: I’ve been craving it since this morning.”

“You too?” she joked, nuzzling against him.

“Can you blame me? It was a great kiss in that elevator.” He laughed earnestly and nuzzled back, content to hold her as they both caught their breath properly.

“So was the one we just had,” she murmured, touching her lips to the freckle on his nose. She wanted to spend hours exploring him and revel in the simple intimacy that quiet moments alone gave the two of them.

He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut, and allowed her to express her devotion for a few seconds more. “We should get going. I don’t want any of our free time wasted.”

“Then take me home,” she whispered, daring a nibble at his earlobe.

He caught her mouth in a relatively chaste kiss so that they could finally make their exit mere moments after.

As Nikita didn’t specify what she had meant by “home,” it was a toss of a coin to decide which apartment they would begin their mini vacation at.

Ari won, so the couple headed to his place, and she was quick to notice that he was in very bright spirits. “Why do I get the feeling that you have something planned?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?” He smirked, startling her further when he scooped her up so he could bridal carry her.

Though she yelped in surprise, she didn’t hesitate to hook her arms around his neck. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“I don’t have to. See for yourself,” he gave the front door a kick once it was unlocked and carted her inside.

She stared, entirely in awe of the scene in front of her.

�� Somehow, he had created the perfect romantic space for the two of them.

Plentiful rose petals in shades of crimson, pale pink, and white formed a path towards the bedroom. Sheer curtains covered the large windows, allowing the natural light that poured in to generate a warm glow. The couch that took up a corner now had several comfortable-looking throw pillows of various sizes, and a huge plush blanket was draped over the back.

There was a vase containing more roses set upon the coffee table across from the television, and an open record player, already prepped with a vinyl.

“Ari…when did you have time to do this?”

“I’ve been working on it here and there,” he admitted, setting her on her feet and then removing her overcoat. He took that and her purse to hang up while she removed her boots.

Cautiously, Nikita stepped forward, not wanting to disrupt all his handiwork. She bypassed the rose petal trail and instead tip-toed to inspect what record they would be listening to.

Soft footfalls alerted her to Ari’s presence right before his arms passed around her waist. He pulled her back against his chest and nuzzled at her shoulder. “Does it meet your expectations?”

“It exceeds them,” she sighed quietly and turned her head so they could share a sweet kiss, her hand sliding up his neck to toy with his hair. In the time since he had joined Division he had begun to grow it out, and she enjoyed messing with the longer strands at the base of his nape.

Like clockwork, when her fingers brushed over the sensitive skin there, a low moan emerged from her beloved. Ever since the removal of his kill chip, that area was especially reactive, and she grinned when he automatically dragged her closer.

They continued their embrace for a few more moments, until Nikita twisted around so that she was facing Ari, and he could draw her flush against him, the pair teasing at each other’s mouths until they had to part for air.

“You’re making it quite difficult to have a discussion,” he muttered.

“Sorry,” she grinned, not remotely meaning it. “Am I a distraction?”

“You know exactly what you are doing, Nikita,” he punctuated the syllables of her name lightheartedly, dropping a kiss to her forehead before moving away briefly so he could start up the record.

A romantic ballad began, and he offered her a bow. “Will you join me in a dance, my love?”

“You know you never have to ask,” she gladly accepted his hand when he held it out.

They swayed with the music. While she had been trained in the basics of dance, he was more accomplished and naturally graceful. Yet – he never once had made her feel inferior about it. As a result, she loved it when he would twirl her around, whether it was at a fancy gathering or merely through her kitchen.

With a content sound, she rested her head on his chest while they created a winding path through the rose petals on the floor. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“My dreams, actually. Specifically: the ones I’ve been having about you.”

Her eyes flew open, color blossoming on her cheeks. “In the interest of transparency, I need to tell you that I’ve also been dreaming about you. Constantly.”

He cupped her chin and tipped it up, so they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “I have a feeling these dreams may be connected.”

“I’m not sure about that, unless yours have been as sexual as mine.” She mumbled.

“Darling, I’m pretty sure we’re projecting.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, his shoulders dropping. “When you traded me for Alex, Amanda had me rendered unconscious for a short time. After we came back to Division and I had that kill chip removed, I had them draw my blood to check for anything that she might have had me injected with.”

“I had my blood checked too, because of that bullet. It all came back clean.”

“As did mine, but there was an elevation in pheromones. I wasn’t even aware she’d been experimenting with them.”

“I wouldn’t put anything past that woman, but that doesn’t explain why either of us would start having those kind of dreams.”

“I’m fairly sure that it’s my fault.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I couldn’t resist kissing you that night in the truck. Once I had a taste it was like I wanted to drown in you,” The guilt on his attractive face made her heart drop. “Nikita, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to rush you –”

She shushed him by placing her hand over his mouth. “Ari, what makes you think you have anything to be sorry for? You didn’t know what she had done, and you sure as hell had no idea what it would result in.”

He twined their fingers together, his eyes flashing defiantly. “If there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s my feelings for you. Nothing about that was a result of what she did to me, and they began long before things changed between us, but it’s also why I’ve delayed us being intimate. I keep on worrying that once we give in…”

“That we’ll grow tired of each other?” she finished.

He nodded.

“It’s crossed my mind too,” she squeezed at his hands reassuringly. “But Alex reminded me of something today.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “You talked to Alex about this?”

“More like blurted it out. It wasn’t on purpose,” she shook her head. “Anyway – it reminded me that we needed to face this together, and keeping the dreams a secret wasn’t going to accomplish a thing. So: maybe we just jump in, see where this leads, and stop overthinking.”

“Is that what you want? Truly?”

She grasped at his sleeves and yanked him towards her, so they could nuzzle each other. “Yes. Make love to me.”

No further coaxing was needed. He gathered her against him, captured her mouth in a fervent kiss, and then steered her towards his bedroom.

Her dress and leggings formed a quick pile on the floor, followed by his suit coat, button-down shirt, and slacks.

She pulled away to catch her breath and toy with the hem to thin tee he still had on, prompting him to raise his arms so she could peel it over his head.

She raked her gaze slowly across his exposed torso, appreciating the lean, yet perfectly sculpted tone now bared to her.

It certainly didn’t hurt matters that his broad chest was rising and falling steadily with each breath that he took, painting a sensual picture that she tucked away in the back of her mind.

She took a step forward, dragging her nails tantalizingly through the hair that dusted his skin, before drifting her hand down to trace around the waistline to his boxers.

Their gazes met, her eyes begging permission that he willingly gave and within seconds she had him completely naked.

Before she could even the odds, however, he stopped her. “Wait.”

“Why?”

She merely received a mysterious smile.

Without another word, Ari dipped his head and kissed her chest through the lace still covering her, her heart racing when his attentions turned zealous.

Nikita hissed sharply, her body arcing directly into his touch as searing warmth flooded her core.

Reaching back, she blindly unhooked her bra and hastily freed herself so she could guide him back to her uncovered breasts.

He took his time, devoting attention first to one, then the other, with what became almost agonizing pleasure.

Another provocative bite was bestowed which caused her knees to buckle, though he caught her immediately after.

She was fully nude before they crashed back on the bed and his hungry kisses moved down along her body, only increasing the liquid heat that had rushed to her center.

He peered up at her, his eyes glinting dangerously with a promise of what was about to occur.

“I swear Ari if you don’t –

Her head fell back when her words were cut off and a strangled gasp emerged instead. She was entirely at his mercy while he worked utter magic with his hands and tongue.

The dreams had nothing on the real thing. She became lost to sensation, her vision swimming while he continued in his task, his name falling from her lips as a repeated mantra.

She had never imagined that he would be quite so attentive, and if his goal was to ruin her for all others – he had accomplished that in spades.

Only after she had reached completion twice over did he let up. She fell back against the nest of blankets, breathing heavily and flinging her arms up over her head.

She watched him as he crawled back over her, a content smile crossing her lips when he started pressing firefly kisses all over her skin. He paused in his trek to devote particular attention to the bite mark he’d made earlier that day, and then settled comfortably against her.

Silently, she traced a pattern over his shoulder, grateful for a chance to regain some of her composure and bask in the familiarity of them simply lying together.

His mouth grazed lightly along hers before he stole her breath yet again.

Nikita draped her arms around Ari’s neck and returned the embrace, sliding one long leg against his and hooking it over his waist. With a deft movement, she turned the tides so she could be the one on top.

There was a low, rumbling chuckle from her bed mate. “Eager, are we?”

“Hey, you started this,” she reminded him, taking a moment to admire what lay before her properly.

And what a work of art he was, all elegant lines and chiseled tone in just the right places.

The truth was: she had never wanted another as much as she did currently. Letting him know this was her next course of action.

Determined, she leaned in to kiss him lovingly before setting to task.

She bit suggestively at his earlobe, tracking nonsensical patterns wherever she could reach, which elicited a low, almost inhuman growl from the man in her grasp when she lingered at his abdomen.

She smirked, satisfied at the reaction, and resumed the journey with her mouth, drifting along his clavicle before coasting lower.

His hands threaded into her hair to keep her steady while she explored, uttering partially coherent phrases in his native tongue the more avid her attentions grew.

Nikita grinned, enjoying the rush of power.

Ari gripped tightly at the pillow, his head tipping back to expose the elegant column of his throat and his pulse turning erratic the further she wore on – until he eventually let go entirely.

It was understandable that he needed a short break to recover, and she didn’t mind in the slightest as it resulted in them cuddling together under the sheets.

Nikita curled as close as possible, drawing a heart right over Ari’s before stroking absentmindedly at his skin.

She felt her lover shift, the motion languid and belying his exhaustion, his lips ghosting over her temple right before he murmured: “Just a few more minutes, I promise.”

“Take your time,” she insisted, kissing his throat, and going back to trailing patterns through his chest hair.

One hand moved up to clasp around hers, halting the motion. “I will, but only if you stop that.”

She blinked as a realization hit. Of all the possibilities she had entertained about him, being ticklish had not been on the list.

His expression turned alarmed when he saw a very mischievous smirk cross her face. “Oh no. Nikita–

She pounced, not allowing him a chance to protest further, attacking right under his ribs.

The rich, warm laughter that emerged was worth making him squirm, and she rewarded him not long after with an affectionate embrace to make up for it.

“I hope you realize that there’s going to be payback for that later,” he turned, trapping her under him and surging forward for another kiss, which she happily gave.

“I expect no less,” she caressed along his shoulder blades and hooked one leg over his, sufficiently tangling the blankets around them further in the process.

Truthfully, she didn’t think it was possible for him to look more alluring than at that moment – with his hair tousled to perfection and the vast sea of his gaze glittering with tender emotions that were directly solely at her.

It certainly didn’t hurt that he was naked and in her arms either, but that was beside the point. What mattered was the fact that, for all intent and purpose: this gorgeous man was hers and hers alone.

It was clear that the feeling was very much mutual when his mouth became preoccupied with hers and limbs entwined naturally. Finally – their time had arrived.

Still, she could feel him hesitate, and it caused her to part with him long enough to ask if all was well.

“Everything’s fine. It’s just that after this, there’s no going back.” He sighed, rubbing at her arms soothingly in reassurance, though whether that was more for him or for her was the question.

“If it helps, I’m a little scared too,” she admitted. “I mean, I’ve dreamt of this exact moment for a while now.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “I only hope I can meet whatever expectations you’ve set.”

“I think you’ve done a pretty great job so far,” she knew she needed to give him that extra push, so she rotated her hips invitingly.

The effect was instantaneous, those stunning eyes meeting her own in silent question, which was answered by him joining them moments later.

She gasped, her grip on his back tightening a fraction. It felt so right to be one with him, their bodies molding together as though they’d been made for such a thing.

He started them off with an even pace, allowing her time to adjust to the sensation of being connected.

Touched by his consideration, she reached up to sweep loose strands of hair away from his eyes, murmuring encouragement so he would go faster.

Their lovemaking transformed into an intricate dance – Nikita meeting Ari’s precise movements with her own, the pair meeting repeatedly in feverish kisses that mirrored the tangle of their bodies.

She cried out when he shifted and changed his angle, their motions losing grace and giving way to raw, unadulterated passion. Her nails dug into his skin hard enough to leave marks, and the next thing either one of them knew: they reached their pinnacle in unison. After that, all that was left was to fall.

“What I really want to know is: what the hell was Amanda trying to do?” Nikita muttered, thoroughly wiped out, hours later after she and Ari had engaged in multiple rounds. “Clearly if she was attempting to pull us apart, she failed spectacularly.”

“I don’t think she anticipated that my feelings for you would be reciprocated,” he trailed one hand gradually across her hip, content for the moment to just lie there and exist.

She peered up at him from where her head was pillowed comfortably on his chest. “It still doesn’t explain it.”

“Nikita…”

“What? Like you don’t want answers?”

“Of course I do, but not right this second,” he chuckled, continuing to stroke lazily at her skin. “Besides, that’s part of why I’m going on this mission. To find answers about what kind of experiments she was doing.”

She exhaled quietly and let her fingers dance along his torso. “I should be going with you. What if you run into her? You really think she wouldn’t take the chance to finish the job and kill you properly?”

The despair in her tone was enough for him to twist and pin her beneath him, his mouth coaxing at hers and his hands creating paths that she hoped he would discover with his lips later. “You’d just distract me from getting any work done, and you know it. That’s why we’re taking this weekend – to get all of this out of our systems. But if it stops you worrying, I’m not planning on going alone. Mr. Elliot is accompanying me.”

“Owen is? When did the two of you stop wanting to kill each other?”

“Turns out that we share a fondness for the same woman.”

“Oh.”

He simply smiled and kissed her lovingly. “In the meantime, I think we could do with some food.”

“Ari Tasarov, if you dare leave this bed –

“I’ll order take-out.”

“…that’s fine.”

The End

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mrsreginagold · 14 days ago

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Fic: I Like You Here

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Canon divergent AU for season four.

Summary: Nikita hosts a dinner party with some assistance.

Author's Note: When the show decided to use doubles in the plot at the end of season three, my mind began *whirling* as to how Ari could potentially return. Sadly the final season was too short to do anything of the kind, but that's the beauty of fanfiction: possibilities are endless. I hope to eventually play around more with the general concept of Ari returning in this way in the future, but for the time being have something sweet, fluffy and domestic.

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I Like You Here

“I don’t think I’m doing this right,” Nikita Mears resisted the urge to swipe her hair away from her eyes due to her tight grip on the very sharp blade that she held. Her grasp faltered slightly as she brought the knife down, but it made its way through the soft melon skin with minimal resistance.

Familiar, strong hands landed on her shoulders before sliding lower, and then elegant fingers curled around her wrists. “You just need to loosen your hold a bit.”

She had to bite back a moan due to the hypnotic effect that Ari Tasarov’s deep, resonant voice held over her.

The challenge, it turned out, with living with your crush – after discovering that he was very much alive thanks to the version that died in your arms being a double – was keeping your emotions in check and not giving in to the urge to jump him at any given moment.

In the little time that had passed since his rescue, he had become her professional partner and turned into a dear friend. The last thing she wished was to ruin what they had, but it was also damn near impossible thanks to how much of a temptation he could be, particularly in a moment like this one: where they were intimately close.

She could feel the heat of his solid chest through the thin linen shirt that covered it, her pulse racing when his mouth brushed the shell of her ear as he murmured quiet instructions on how to properly cut the watermelon.

His touch was downright reverent as he guided her hands with his own, patiently showing her the best method.

It was clear that he was as reluctant to pull away as she was, and instead he rested his chin against the top of her head once they had finished with the task. “You’re nervous. You needn’t be.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. It’s the first time we’re entertaining here, in this huge place we’ve been given.” She reached up, curling her hand around his bicep and squeezing briefly. “I want to make a good impression.”

“Nikita, everyone we’ve invited are people you trust. Most of them know you far better than I do, so please, stop worrying. I don’t like seeing you fret.”

The former rogue agent let go and sighed, before twisting around to face him and toying with the top-most button of his shirt. “It’s just that I want them to see you how I do: kind and capable and fiercely intelligent. I know your past is a hurdle but, if I was able to overcome it…”

“Look at me,” he tipped her chin back with his thumb, his beautiful, clear blue eyes glimmering in the kitchen light as they took her in. “The only thing that truly matters is what you think of me. It’s why I’ve grown to care for you so much.”

Her heart jumped at the unexpected confession. “I – I like you too, Ari.”

“Darling, I think we’ve catapulted far beyond like,” there was a playful note to his tone. “I just didn’t want to push in any way. I know the breakup was rough on you.”

She was grateful that he didn’t mention the name of her ex. While Michael had been invited to the gathering, he had politely declined and frankly she wasn’t ready to face him just yet.

“I’m not sure I want to define what we are right now, but I do want to explore it.” She admitted.

“I believe that can be arranged,” he whispered, and then he dipped his head towards hers.

Just as their lips were about to meet, there was a loud chime as the doorbell rang.

Simultaneously, the couple groaned, though when they looked at each other it was tough to hold back their laughter.

“Is it just me or did that seem suspiciously timed?” Ari questioned, linking one arm with Nikita’s so they could meet their guests.

“We’ll know the answer if it turns out to be Alex or Birkoff,” she shook her head, bemusement evident on her lovely face.

“You need to tell me everything that has been happening between you and Ari before I do something drastic.” Alexandra Udinov cornered Nikita the second that she had a chance to talk to her alone.

A perfectly groomed eyebrow was arched in her protégé’s direction. “Oh really? And what were you planning on doing, exactly?”

“Trapping the two of you in the hall closet so that pesky sexual tension can be unleashed. You know, just as an example,” her friend couldn’t fully suppress a grin.

“Alex!”

“What? He’s hot. You’re hot. You’re both recently single,” there was a shrug before Alex flipped her brown waves over her shoulder. “It’s clear that he’s crazy about you, and you feel the same way about him. I haven’t seen you smile this way since…well, a while.”

Nikita’s expression softened when she caught the concern in her companion’s tone. “It’s not complicated so much as he’s being respectful given all that’s happened recently. He made it apparent today that he has feelings, and I made sure that he knows they’re reciprocated. We were about to kiss right before you and Sean showed up at the door.”

“Oh. Oops?” A guilty look crossed her fellow operative’s face. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. We had to get on with the dinner preparations anyway,” Nikita handed Alex a soda and together, they headed out to the patio where Ari, Sean, Birkoff, Ryan and Owen were all talking animatedly. “And it’s worth the interruption to see him actually making some friends besides me.”

“True. He looks relaxed. It can’t be easy having to re-acclimate.”

“The first week, there were nightmares. It’s why we grew close so rapidly.”

“You’ve been helping him through a bunch of trauma, like Sean helped me through mine…” Alex sighed, gazing lovingly at her boyfriend. “I’d say that means Ari’s a keeper. Plus: he cooks! That’s a bonus.”

Nikita giggled and peered out over the scene before her. It felt so blissfully domestic and normal – a far cry from the chaotic life she had led until recently.

Then Ari caught her staring and offered a warm, open smile, causing her heart to cartwheel joyfully.

“I love him, Alex. It’s new and exciting and terrifying, but he’s everything to me, so I’m glad that you’re okay with it.”

“I think the others will be too, in time. Probably best to ease Birkoff into it, though.”

“I was worried that you’d be less than enthused, given your own history.”

“Ari isn’t Gogol anymore, nor was he Zetrov, or Semak. He even saved my life a few times. What happened with Amanda was horrible – no one deserves to be taken against their will, and god knows what he endured while he was trapped in that awful lab. The person to be mad at here isn’t him, it’s that bitch. She made you think that you could save him by sending a double running into your arms only to kill him. That woman is the villain here. It’s why we need to find the real deal and take her down once and for all.” There was determination coupled with a steely resolve in Alex’s eyes as she spoke. “Then we can all finally have a happily ever after. It’s what my papa would have wanted. He loved fairy tales.”

Nikita smiled and raised her glass of white wine to tap it against Alex’s soda can. “To Nikolai.”

The younger woman smiled in return and completed the toast to her father.

“Nikki, you should probably come get this tofu burger off the grill before it burns,” Birkoff exclaimed, having noticed the ladies talking quietly.

The resident technology expert received a quick elbow in the side by Owen for his remark.

“How dare you insinuate that I would overcook anything,” Ari looked appropriately offended.

“Ari’s perfectly aware of the fact that I actually prefer mine lightly charred,” Nikita moved behind her newfound soulmate and circled her arms around his waist, effectively communicating how she felt with a light kiss to the base of his neck before she glimpsed over his shoulder. “It all looks wonderful, babe.”

“Wait…wait, when did the two of you playing house actually become you playing house?!” Birkoff gaped at them both, aghast.

“Oh my god finally,” Owen could barely hold back his delight. “I sensed something brewing back in South Ossetia.”

“We’re apparently quite obvious to those around us,” Nikita explained while ducking another kiss to Ari’s shoulder.

“Well then, they aren’t going to mind if I do this,” he turned just enough to capture her mouth with his.

The embrace was gentle and romantic, but not prolonged – enough of a taste to leave her longing for more once they were properly alone.

She grinned and nuzzled him. “Yeah, they’re just going to have to get used to it.”

“Please don’t do that when we’re about to consume food,” Birkoff groaned.

“Leave them be, Birkoff,” Ryan interjected, giving the pair an apologetic look. “If anything it’s about damn time.”

“Oh my god it’s a miracle, Fletch just agreed with me!” Owen crowed, looking utterly pleased with himself.

Nikita shook her head. “They’re all going to be insufferable, aren’t they?”

“Afraid so, love. Afraid so.” Ari chuckled.

For some reason – she didn’t mind this fact, and when they shared another kiss, it was clear that the future was going to be bright in every way.

The End

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mrsreginagold · 23 days ago

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Fic: Darkness Stirs And Wakes Imagination

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Canon-divergent AU that roughly takes place during the beginning of season three. Ari is a part of the team and he and Nikita have been romantically involved for over a year.

Summary: Nikita and Ari help each other survive a hectic October night, all while they’re harboring a secret from their friends.

Author's Note: It's officially my favorite holiday, so I wrote some Nikari in celebration. The title is a lyric from The Music of the Night, because I absolutely adore The Phantom of the Opera and it plays a significant part in this piece. This turned out super domestic, sweet and fluffy, and I had a blast composing it. Enjoy and Happy Halloween! 🎃

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Darkness Stirs And Wakes Imagination

“Hold still,” Nikita Mears admonished, trying to keep her hand steady as it hovered over Ari Tasarov’s handsome face, not wishing to accidentally poke her beloved in the eyes as she applied dark liner to enhance them.

“Difficult to do when the love of my life happens to be straddling me while barely dressed,” her companion joked. “Besides: it’s not going to be visible behind the mask.”

“It’s for me,” she confessed, a quiet laugh emerging as she shook her head and then leaned forward to carefully draw the pencil across one eyelid. “I know you’ll look gorgeous with just a touch of this. I’ll be subtle, I promise.”

He sighed, but remained as still as a statue so she could continue her work. “The things I put up with for you.”

“Hush,” she caressed at his cheek and then focused on filling in a corner before turning his face slightly to the side so she could touch up the other eye.

Once she was finished, she sat back to admire her handiwork. “Okay, you can open them now.”

He did so cautiously, not wanting to upset the effort she had just made, even inadvertently.

Nikita’s breath caught. Ari already happened to possess the most stunning blue gaze she had ever seen, but with the added effect of the liner to enhance the shade that she loved – he was devastatingly attractive.

“I take it by your silence that I meet your expectations?”

Her response was to lunge and steal a passionate enough kiss that it caused him to topple back onto the mattress.

Amused laughter emerged from her partner, but he returned the embrace with equal fervor, his hands moving up to tenderly cradle her face while they reclined together.

“Nik…love, we’re supposed to be putting our costumes on, not the opposite,” he reminded, though he didn’t exactly protest when she shoved the undershirt he wore up over his stomach in order to trace a languid pattern across his toned abdomen.

“We could always cancel,” she muttered, her lips drifting to coast along his jawline.

“As preferable as that would be…” he clasped her shoulders and gently pushed her back to reason with her. “We both know that Alexandra has been planning this for months. I would hate to disappoint our friend.”

“You mean the friend that we haven’t told the news of our engagement to? That friend?” Nikita quirked a brow and gestured at the simple gold chain where her sapphire and diamond engagement ring dangled.

“You were the one who wanted to keep it secret for a little longer,” he reminded before ducking a quick kiss to her forehead. “Besides, we’ve been quite busy.”

“It’s also probably not a great idea to spring it on her, especially since there’s been some tension with Sean lately,” the former assassin agreed. “If anything, planning this trip has given Alex the distraction she’s needed.”

Her fiancé smiled warmly and rubbed soothingly along her spine. “Come on, I’ll help you with the dress.”

She nodded and then let him lead her away from the comfort of their bed for the time being.

Nikita had to admire the clearly high-end production value put into the amusement park’s Halloween event. When Alex had suggested they take a weekend out-of-state to attend, she had initially balked at the idea, but between Birkoff’s enthusiasm in helping out with plans and Ari’s gentle coaxing (and a promise that they could take a normal vacation in the winter) she found herself warming to the concept more and more.

It also helped that she did not scare very easily, even when actors in well-crafted makeup and costumes jumped out and yelled at her.

What probably made it more enjoyable was striding, arm in arm, with the man she loved. Ari’s presence could calm her even in the most anxiety inducing situation. She was also well-aware that, in spite of his encouragement to join their younger companions in the festivities, it wasn’t what either one of them would call his preference.

Her fiancé was not the nervous sort, but he was also not terribly fond of haunts, like her. It all depended on the theming, and luckily there was nothing based on any of the horror films that had resulted in the pair cowering in each other’s arms while they watched in morbid fascination – but it didn’t change the fact that compared to their friends: they were less versed in how to handle the scares.

“You starting to regret this?” she had to shout to be heard over the booming music that was being filtered through the speakers as they followed Alex and Birkoff down the labyrinthian pathway.

“Only that these shoes aren’t conducive to running!” He gestured at the black leather riding boots that completed his Phantom of the Opera outfit.

The major caveat had been that everyone had to wear costumes since it was a special ticketed event that encouraged dressing up. For Birkoff, this was practically second nature, and he seemed the most at ease walking around disguised as Batman. Alex also seemed relatively calm dressed as Cinderella, though Nikita had to wonder who had suggested the idea to her.

Ari had chosen to go as the famous musical’s character in his Red Death outfit from the film version that had released a few years back. His lean frame was encased in layers of red silk and velvet that clung to his build perfectly, and the ensemble was topped off by a white, skeletal half-mask. Judging by how many heads happened to turn to look at him when he passed by it was clear that the effect was extremely appealing.

To match him, the second in command of Division had picked Christine’s pink masquerade ballgown, and while she wore more sensible flats underneath, there was still a fairly voluminous petticoat in addition to a corset for structure. Neither one of them would be making a quick getaway: but they would look amazing while attempting.

“Okay,” Alex finally came to a halt as she studied a map of the various house locations. “I think we’ll start with up here and then head down to the lower level. We have front of the line passes, so it’ll help get through all the houses faster.”

“That’s fine by me,” Nikita grasped Ari’s hand. “We’ll follow your lead.”

The grin that her protégé offered was mildly alarming, and it certainly didn’t help when Birkoff eagerly rubbed his hands together.

“I fear you might have unleashed a monster,” her love muttered, his fingers twining more tightly with her own.

“When we get back to our room, we’re taking a hot bath to unwind, deal?”

“Absolutely.”

What resulted was close to four hours of non-stop mayhem.

Nikita was able to convince Alex to allow Ari a break when it turned out that one of the haunts was based on a legend that plagued his childhood. Their short reprieve was spent trying some of the snacks that were offered in the theme park, but afterwards they had to cycle through the final houses before closing time.

By the time the couple made it back to their hotel: they were almost ready to collapse.

“Never again,” Ari groaned as he sat on the couch in the suite so he could remove his boots. “Though these ended up being more comfortable than I expected.”

Nikita sank down next to him and toed off her shoes, reclining into the plush pillows with an exhausted sound. “I’m going to need help with all this,” she gestured at her gown.

“Of course, just let me take a few minutes to breathe in air and not theatrical fog,” he took off the mask and placed it on the coffee table, and then put up his feet.

She did the same, managing to curl against his side in spite of the amount of fabric that made up her skirt.

They both exhaled in unison, basking in a quiet moment after an adventurous evening.

“Did you have fun?” Nikita eventually broke the silence and peered up at her future husband.

“Not sure if I would define it as such,” Ari remarked dryly, though he grazed his mouth against her temple affectionately. “You?”

“Some of the sets and make-up impressed me,” she shrugged, nonchalant. “But it’s not something I’d do again unless there was a really good reason.”

“To be fair, we went because we felt obligated,” his hand began to stroke gradually along her bare arm. “However, I think Halloween itself should be more subdued.”

“No costumes?” she stretched and kissed lazily along his jawline.

“Nothing as elaborate as this, although…” he curled his fingers beneath her chin to stop the movement, and then tipped her head back. “You make a beautiful Christine.”

“Flatterer,” she teased, though she eagerly returned the sweet embrace that he bestowed seconds later.

“How about we help each other out of these clothes and take that bath?” he suggested, nipping playfully at her mouth while he pulled away. “I think we’ve earned a respite.”

“Sounds perfect.” She smiled and kissed him again.

Ari first removed his jacket, waistcoat and cravat, and then hung up the three pieces in the wardrobe before instructing Nikita to turn around so he could undo the buttons to the back of her dress.

She stepped out of the garment shortly after, grateful that the petticoat had been sewn in so she wouldn’t have to deal with another piece.

Her lover placed the gown in a garment bag and sealed it up before putting it away, and then took her hand within his own, leading the way to the adjoining bathroom.

She watched fondly as he rolled up his sleeves and tested out the water temperature before letting it run.

He turned back to face her just as she was taking down the half-bun in her hair and shook the curled strands loose. She smiled invitingly before crossing into his space, reaching out to pop open the buttons to his shirt.

He busied himself with unlacing the front of her corset while she focused on her task, pausing only long enough for her to push the crisp fabric down his arms and to the floor before he finished with the final bits of ribbon.

Nikita wasted no time in lifting the remaining undershirt over Ari’s head, baring his perfectly toned torso to her gaze. Her eyes tracked over the sculpted planes of muscle she was very much familiar with, her nails skimming through the dark hair that dusted his chest before she touched her lips lightly to his clavicle as a signal to continue.

They finished undressing each other and then met in a loving kiss once it was skin to skin, their hands wandering avidly now that nothing was between them.

She adored how easily he could engulf her with his taller form, his solid, warm frame pressing close as the embrace deepened.

He scooped her up without preamble and carried her into the tub, shutting off the running water to ensure it wouldn’t overflow before they settled in.

They assisted each other in washing. As enticing as amorous proclivities could be, Nikita had learned that simple intimacy between them was something she cherished far more. When there was spare time to relish such a thing, she never hesitated in basking in those moments.

With a content sound, she lounged in Ari’s embrace – her back against his chest – and murmured: “This is so much better than running around in a theme park.”

“No argument here,” His lips ghosted across her bare shoulder.

Instinct prompted her to tilt her head, granting him better access to the slender column of her neck, smiling when he scraped his teeth purposely along sensitive skin before darting firefly kisses up to the shell of her ear. “I was close to spilling the beans to Alex tonight, you know?”

“Really?” He thumbed across the underside of her breast beneath the water, his ministrations growing more sensual with each passing minute. “Are you changing your mind about keeping the engagement private?”

“Well…” she turned around in his arms, nudging his nose with her own and taking in the alluring sight of him with moisture gleaming on his pale skin, his damp hair falling rakishly over his forehead. “I’m starting to realize that I can have you all to myself for the rest of my life, so what harm is there in announcing our happiness to our closest friends? Maybe at Thanksgiving?

“I’ll support whatever decision you make,” he brought a hand up to caress along her cheek. “I love you so much, Nikita.”

“I love you too.” Her heart swelled with emotion, and she surged forward to claim his mouth with her own, their passion for one another erupting and leading to the inevitable.

As far as they were both concerned – it was a perfect end to the night.

The End

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mrsreginagold · 1 month ago

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Fic: I Could Use A Little Time Alone With You

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: PG13

Spoilers: Takes place in season one, before episode seventeen. Canon divergent.Summary: Nikita runs into Ari at a gala. They don’t remain in one place for very long

Author's Note: Dancing? Check. Sizzling chemistry? Check. A tasteful make-out scene that was in no way an effort to reward these two for being patient for once in their lives? Check, check and check.

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I Could Use A Little Time Alone With You

Nikita Mears had always despised formal gatherings. The many that were spent on a fellow Division agent’s arm – functioning as little more than eye-candy – had taken their toll. Generally: she found such affairs horribly boring.

This feeling had not changed at all in the years since she had gone rogue, but she also couldn’t deny that fancy parties and elaborate tech launches were often spectacular places to grab intel.

It was why she had put on a flowing, crimson evening gown and pulled her dark-brown hair up into a French twist. She needed, at the very least, to look the part of a social-climbing heiress, though she hadn’t required any guidance on how to command a room. Her stunning beauty did that for her naturally; she just had to play the role to perfection.

�� A hired orchestra played romantic, classical music while Nikita scanned the ballroom located in one of the most expensive hotels in the heart of New York. The bits of information she had gleaned from her protege, Alexandra Udinov, revealed that some kind of move was going to be made by Gogol – Division’s rival.

The suspicion was confirmed when she spotted a familiar face loitering over at the bar.

Ari Tasarov appeared as bored as she felt, his angular features drawn into a frown as he took a sip of bourbon. He was dressed sharply in a tuxedo, which clung to his lean, tall frame perfectly. Even from a distance, he was impossibly handsome.

Nikita’s heart skipped in her chest. Their previous encounters had been rife with palpable tension, and even though she turned down both invitations he had made to work together – a large part of herself had not wanted to.

Perceptive blue eyes caught hers from across the room, realization swimming in their depths when he identified her.

Time seemed to slow as they stared at each other. He placed his unfinished drink on the counter and then made his way over to her, his movements elegant and precise.

Her mouth felt dry when he was finally close enough for them to speak, but it wouldn’t have mattered because, suddenly, she was in his arms and being spun around gently in a waltz.

She stumbled briefly, but quickly caught onto the steps, tilting her head back so their gazes could meet. “Hi.”

The corners of his mouth quirked up, as though he was stifling a laugh. “Fancy meeting you here, Nikita.”

“Do you always just whisk someone onto the dance floor?”

“Hardly. You’re special,” he teased, a playful glint surfacing in the sea of aquamarine. “What are you doing in a place like this?”

“Plotting world domination, you?”

He was unable to hold back a wry chuckle. “Something like that.”

She swallowed when he pulled her closer, heat emanating off his solid form. Being in such proximity allowed her to inhale the woodsy scent of his cologne, which was combined with something natural and masculine, threatening to overwhelm her senses.

“I heard Gogol was pulling something off,” she admitted. “Might as well just tell me what it is so I can stop you. Again.”

“Nice try,” he purred, his hand sliding down her back tantalizingly low. “You think I haven’t learned from our prior interactions?”

“Doesn’t it bore you after a while? The posturing?”

A glimmer of something honest emerged in the depths of his gaze. “Perhaps, but that isn’t the point you’re trying to make, is it?”

How did he manage to read her so well?

“Why are you so damn annoying?”

“Don’t you mean devastatingly attractive?” he joked.

“Dammit, Tasarov, you drive me crazy,” she grumbled, though when he twirled her in a pirouette, she couldn’t help the flutter of her pulse.

Her dance partner smirked while he yanked her back in, their bodies drawn flush together right before he dipped her dramatically. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The urge to kiss him became strong – enough to push aside reason. It was obvious that he was distracting her on purpose, and yet part of her didn’t care. She relished these moments of acknowledgement from a worthy adversary, and he was undoubtedly that, if not more.

Judging from the way he was looking back at her; the feeling was mutual.

Carefully, he righted their position and then gathered her properly into his arms so they could sway to the orchestral arrangement of a popular song.

“A black box,” he whispered unexpectedly, his breath tickling her neck.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s why I’m here. Gogol received word that there was a black box hidden in this building. I have a team searching below as we speak.”

The black boxes were potentially one of the few things that could take Division’s founder, Percival Rose, down. The wealth of information that they held was arguably worth its weight in gold – so it was no wonder that Ari was willing to take the risk to locate one.

Nikita brought her eyes to his, curiosity alight in her own. “Why tell me this?”

“Because I want you to trust me, at least marginally. More importantly: aren’t you tired of doing everything the hard way in your quest for revenge? I’ve offered my assistance to you twice now and you’ve turned it down each time.”

“Oh, have I hurt your feelings?”

“I won’t deny that it stung,” he confessed, and then leaned in so his lips were mere centimeters away from hers. “Though the back-and-forth is arguably part of our attraction wouldn’t you agree?”

“And you’re thinking, what? The third time will be the charm?” She scoffed. “As if your powers of persuasion are enough to erase the fact that you work for an organization no better than the one that molded me!”

There was a tiny flash of anger in the stormy fathoms she was becoming lost in. “Nikita…when are you going to realize that my requests have nothing to do with Gogol or Division? It’s because I want you.”

She swallowed, not expecting such a blatant response.

His piercing gaze threatened to swallow her whole, his grasp on her tightening just a fraction as he ducked his head to graze his mouth lightly across her own, their noses brushing in the process. He didn’t go so far as to completely kiss her, but it was enough of a bold action to tell her that he meant what he said.

“If I say yes, what exactly are you proposing here?” she asked after a beat of silence.

His striking features softened. “It’s simple. We leave and head up to the suite that I’ve reserved, where we wait for my agents to retrieve the box. Once we have it, we can decide from there the best way to proceed.”

“And while we wait?”

He smiled warmly. “When was the last time you took a moment to simply relax?”

“You’re not planning on having your way with me?” she arced a perfectly groomed brow.

He frowned, though he didn’t appear offended in any way. “I can easily promise that I would nevertake advantage of you. That’s not how I operate, Nikita.”

Deep in her soul, she knew that already. Ari had never been anything but courteous towards her, despite their flirtation.

“Sorry, I just needed confirmation.”

“It’s fine. Well then: what do you say? Shall we put our past behind us for the night?”

She privately admitted that his suggestion was a better plan than trying to catch up to his team and take them all out so she could locate the box herself. It would be a shame to ruin the gown she was wearing.

“All right. Let’s work together and see what happens.”

The way his face seemed to light up was worth the agreement.

Nikita half-expected Ari to try to embrace her during the elevator ride to his room, but he proved a perfect gentleman instead.

He only went so far as to allow one hand to rest lightly on the middle of her back while the other remained at his side.

Admittedly, she was touched by the consideration she was being shown. It helped ease the swirl of butterflies in her stomach and allowed her to settle her thoughts while they made their way up several floors.

A small ping of sound alerted her to their arrival. He gestured for her to exit first and then took the lead as they walked along the winding hallways.

“Do you always book a suite when you’re on business?” she inquired.

“Only when I’m given access to a company card,” he reached into his tuxedo’s coat pocket to pull out the key so he could let them inside.

“Interesting. You strike me as someone who has a refined taste, so I can’t imagine you shuffling around at, say, a Holiday Inn.”

The remark made him laugh quietly. He opened the door and held it in place so she could go in.

As he flicked the lights on, she had to hold back a gasp. While she had been in nice hotel rooms before, this one seemed to be on another level entirely. To start –there was an actual kitchen, and a spacious area for entertaining.

She ventured further to discover that there was a sizable balcony but did not step outside given the night air was cold, and she was in a sleeveless gown. As she inspected the suite, she took note of a separate bedroom with a king-sized four-poster, and a bathroom with a clawed-foot tub.

There was a large television, but otherwise the room felt old-world and gothic, somehow suiting the man at her side.

“What do you think?” elegant, warm hands squeezed at her shoulders before rubbing up and down to ward off the goosebumps that had formed on her skin.

“I think if you put on fangs you could roleplay Dracula in here,” she quipped, though she did not hesitate in leaning back against him.

Ari’s arms curled around her waist, his lips pressing tenderly to a spot right behind her ear. “A fun idea, but I left my cape at home.”

Unable to help it, Nikita began to giggle at the absurd mental image that surfaced. She twisted around and stroked over the fabric covering the broad expanse of his chest. “You’ll have to think of some other way to keep me occupied, then.”

“Oh I have a few ideas…how about a game of chess?”

She grinned playfully. “Are we talking strip chess or regular?”

He rolled his eyes, though the affection on his face didn’t falter. “Regular. Didn’t I promise that I wouldn’t take advantage of you?”

“That was in terms of seduction,” challenge sparked in her veins, and she tilted her head back, her lips parting. “This is another matter entirely. Don’t underestimate your opponent Mr. Tasarov.”

He said nothing, but there was definitely a flash of defiance in his bright gaze.

“Okay, now you’re just being unfair,” Nikita grumbled as Ari swiped away her remaining knight.

Her companion smirked and reached for a strawberry as a reward. “I did say not to rely on a specific piece.”

She groaned and stretched, deliberately cat-like, so that the hem of the dark blue, button-down shirt she had changed into rose up over her thighs just the right amount. “I’ll have to alter my tactic.”

“If it’s distraction while wearing one of my shirts, you’re already succeeding.”

With a smile, she reclined back, one sleeve beginning to slip precariously down her shoulder. From her vantage point, it really wasn’t as though she had it any easier.

The suggestion had been to put on more comfortable clothes, and in Ari’s case it was a pair of black pajama bottoms coupled with a loosely tied silk robe. To torment her further: he had neglected a shirt beneath and was wearing his reading glasses, which only served to make him particularly alluring.

Her eyes traversed slowly over how much pale skin was revealed by his open collar. He was toned very nicely for his build, and the dark hair that dusted his chest added to the pesky temptation to reach out and touch him.

She inhaled shakily to steel her resolve before grabbing a strawberry for herself and taking a sip of champagne. “It’s your move.”

“I know. I’m thinking,” he tapped at his chin.

She finished eating the fruit while waiting for him to propel their game forward.

He finally did by utilizing his bishop, and then communicated that it was once again her turn.

“So…this is what constitutes a date with you?” she perused over the board.

“It’s an excellent way to read another person if you think about it,” he confessed.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be that surprised that you’d choose something so cerebral.” She finally discovered a perfect opening and situated her rook accordingly.

He appeared mildly startled that she had figured her way through his ranks of pawns. Before their conversation or the match could continue, however, there was a knock at the door.

They exchanged a far more serious, knowing look before Ari rose to his feet.

Nikita stood as well, though she kept a respectful distance while he conversed quietly in Russian with his agents. She went to stand over by the table that served as a desk, which had a laptop already waiting and booted so they could begin the decryption of the device they were receiving.

He bid his team a polite goodbye and then crossed the room while holding up the black box that had been procured. He drew to a halt in front of her. “Would you like the do the honors?”

“If you insist,” she accepted the device when he handed it to her. “I hope this program you have is up to the task. They always put in multiple layers of encryption with these things.”

“I imagine that it would take till the morning at the very least,” he agreed, folding his arms over his chest. “However, the program we’ll be using is special – something I designed based on the tech that Division developed.”

“You designed a program to break into this thing?”

“Yes. I’ve always loved puzzles,” he shrugged, nonchalant. “And designing a program here and there gives me something to do in my spare time.”

Nikita stared at the operative in front of her in disbelief. “I should have read the file on you more closely. Any other skills I should know about?”

“Now, I can’t give away all of my secrets,” he simply offered a mysterious grin, and then leaned over to tap rapidly at the keys in order to get the program started. “Just give me a few moments to set this up and then we can finish our game.”

The chess match was the furthest thing from her mind. The more that he intrigued her: the further that she fell.

“I was thinking that we could put a pause on the chess and try something else.”

“I’m open to suggestions,” he turned to face her.

“You’ll have to think of something then,” she stepped forward, winding her arms around his neck. “I’m currently drawing a blank because all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.”

There was a marked hunger beginning to surface on his face, though he did nothing more than bring a hand up to cradle the back of her head. “I’ve been thinking about that since we left the ballroom, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

“Presume away,” she tipped her head back, her eyes glinting with invitation.

He needed no further encouragement and claimed her lips with his.

They embraced slowly at first, then with a building passion that threatened to consume them both.

Nikita grasped at the fabric covering his torso, wrenching it open so her hands could delve in and finally touch him, her nails skimming through the downy hair on his chest, which elicited a low moan on his part.

Ari yanked her closer, all but devouring her mouth as the kiss turned feverish, and then he fumbled blindly with the buttons to the shirt she had borrowed.

She cried out when his lips strayed and he scraped his teeth against the junction between her neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark as he guided her over to the couch.

Suffice to say – they were preoccupied for a significant amount of time.

“We missed the bed…again.” Nikita mumbled, still in a haze, lying in a twist of bedsheets and tangled limbs with her companion.

“We also missed the couch, and the table, and I’m not certain what happened in the bath,” Ari sounded as tired as she did, one hand trailing lazily over the curve of her hip while they recovered from the onslaught that their lust had triggered.

“Pretty sure that was something out of the Karma Sutra but don’t quote me,” she stretched, flinging an arm over him and cuddling close.

“We’re quite horrible at being patient, aren’t we?” he laughed, dropping a kiss to her forehead and nuzzling there.

“Oh we are so…so bad at it,” she nodded and traced an invisible pattern across the sculpted planes of his torso, reveling in their intimacy. “I’m not minding. You?”

Elegant fingers that had mapped out constellations over her flesh mere moments ago now curled under her chin. “Not one bit.”

Her pulse thrummed at the sight of him so disheveled. It was such a stark contrast from how neatly put together he usually was – a reminder that in their private moments he was hers as much as she was his.

She leaned in, delighted when he met her halfway and kissed her thoroughly, turning to pin her under him while their attention happily drifted.

As far as either one was concerned: nothing else mattered.

The End

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mrsreginagold · 7 months ago

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Fic: A Funny Thing That I Cannot Explain

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: R

Spoilers: Canon-divergent AU, would take place sometime during the second season.

Summary: Nikita discovers that the more time she spends in Ari’s company, the more she wishes for it to never end.

Author's note: I love them your honor.

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A Funny Thing That I Cannot Explain

Nikita Mears winced when far too bright illumination hit her directly in the face and an evening of incredibly bad choices decided to remind her of its existence.

Her head was pounding, and she felt sore all over. Groaning, she clung tightly to the pillow in her arms while burying her head further into the plush fabric. “Kill me.”

“Where would the fun be in that?”

She shot up abruptly at the sound of a familiar, deep, and incredibly alluring male voice.

Ari Tasarov merely peered over the rims of his reading glasses and lowered the book he was holding a fraction.

Unable to help it, Nikita gaped at the image he made beside her. His dark hair was tousled attractively, and his exquisitely defined torso was on full display since he was shirtless with the bedsheets pooled around his waist.

Her heart thundered as she glanced down, relieved to see that she was covered, but frowning when she realized that it was by one of his dress shirts.

She inhaled shakily before asking, her voice unsteady. “What happened last night?”

There was a rustle of fabric and then a feather-light brush of fingers against her arm. “You don’t remember?”

She glanced over at him, pulse jumping when she saw him stretching languidly before resting on his side. He propped up on one elbow, so they were face-to face, and brought his hand up for a gentle caress along her cheek, which caused her breath to catch.

“The room probably needs to stop spinning before I can,” she admitted with a hard swallow, resisting the urge to reach out and trail her nails through the hair that dusted the broad expanse of his chest.

His lips curved into a slightly wicked smile, as if he knew exactly what direction her thoughts had headed. “I suppose I’ll just have to remind you myself.”

His proximity and her addled mind made it very difficult to focus. Ari’s eyes were a stunning mix of blue and gray, framed by eyelashes that could make other women jealous. They were arguably his best feature, though the rest of him was just as appealing.

Not helping matters was the fact that he was observing her so intently, and it was taking every ounce of her self-control to not pounce.

She was seconds away from having a full-blown crisis, tempted to pull him to her and claim that soft-looking mouth in a kiss, but reason demanded that she know the extent of their current intimacy. “Ari, just answer me one question honestly.”

“What’s that?”

Nikita took a sharp breath. “Did we have sex or not?”

“Call me old-fashioned, but it’s definitely not standard practice to make love to someone who is unconscious.”

Relief was the primary response she felt to his answer, though it was tinged with some disappointment as well. “I was unconscious?”

“To be fair, you had consumed quite a large portion of alcohol. I didn’t realize cocktails were so dangerous.”

With an embarrassed sound, she flopped with minimal grace onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “I don’t know why you put up with me. I swear you have the patience of a saint…though. Wait a minute,” she furrowed her brow and looked at him. “If nothing happened, why are you naked?”

He flipped the bedsheets back to reveal he was wearing pajama pants. “Not completely.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Ari shrugged and got out of bed – running his hands through his hair and smoothing it away from his face. “Maybe I wanted to see how you’d react. Or maybe it was because someone barged into my bedroom, took off most of her clothes, and I needed to cover her up.”

“The second part sounds more likely, and more humiliating,” she threw one arm over her eyes, her pretty features flushing considerably. “Could I ask you one more thing?”

“Of course,” she heard him rummaging around.

“Help me to the bathroom? I want to freshen up but I’m worried that I’ll get sick if I move too quickly.”

He turned back around from where he had been messing with the room’s coffee maker, his expression softening at noticing her distressed one. “Sure.”

Ari’s method of helping, apparently, was to bridal carry her into the washroom.

Nikita was torn between mortification and appreciation for this gesture. She found herself leaning towards the latter when he went to get her some fresh clothes.

She took advantage of the privacy while he was out to brush her teeth and then started the shower.

A brief respite in the warm water combined with some medicine for the hang-over was just what was needed to clear her head, and by the time she emerged, she saw that he had placed a new outfit for her on the counter.

She was touched that he had respected her space despite the fact that she wouldn’t have minded if he had joined her. Quickly, she dressed and then wandered back out into the hotel room.

Her companion had also changed and was now fully clothed in a simple white button-down, tucked into dark blue jeans. Both seemed to cling to his build in all the right ways, making color rush to her cheeks as she recalled just what lay beneath the fabric covering his chest.

He was preoccupied with examining the contents of a room-service spread that was laid out on a roll out table, and if he had any inclination of how keenly she was checking him out, he didn’t show it.

She cleared her throat to announce herself. “What’s all this?”

He looked over in her direction with a smirk. “I believe it’s referred to as breakfast.”

Nikita rolled her eyes. “I know that, but why go to the trouble?”

“Because, we don’t have to be back at our respective headquarters for another couple of days and I want to spend this one with you.”

Her heart flipped at the warm, inviting and completely sincere expression that lit up his handsome face. “Really?”

Ari bridged the distance between them and tucked a lock of hair back over her ear. “Really. We’re in Paris, Nikita. We should take advantage of it.”

The idea of exploring the most romantic city in the world with him had an appeal she couldn’t resist.

“One stipulation,” she inched closer.

“What’s that?”

“Just for today: we aren’t agents for rival organizations working together in secret. We’re normal. That’s what I want.”

“Very well, we’ll be an entirely normal couple,” he leaned in, nudging her nose with his. “On a completely normal date.”

“As long as that date starts with you kissing me because I’m about to lose my mind if you don’t.”

He grinned before doing exactly as she requested.

The kiss was tentative at first – a testing of the waters, so to speak – but any imaginings that Nikita might have had paled in comparison to the delicate sensation of Ari’s lips against hers.

She relaxed into the embrace immediately and curled her arms around his neck to tug him closer, nipping playfully at his mouth to signal that he could be less careful if he wished.

Skilled fingers weaved into the silk of her hair, the kiss deepening as they allowed months of pent-up emotion to take hold, teasing and tasting each other until they had to part in order to breathe.

They stood there illuminated by the light pouring in through the room’s windows, foreheads touching, and eyes closed, unwilling to separate just yet.

He was the first to break the silence, amusement lacing his tone: “We should eat before the food goes cold.”

“I’m half tempted to call the whole thing off and drag you back to bed,” she confessed with a nuzzle.

“Fun as that would be, I have plans for you that involve clothes,” he took a step back, though he twined their fingers together so he could lead her to the breakfast table.

“Damn,” she half-joked, beaming when he gallantly pulled out a chair for her. “We’re in a country with nude beaches, so I thought we might have a work-around.”

He choked on his drink at her remark, which was a reward in and of itself. “That’s not what I had in mind.” he sputtered.

With a giggle, Nikita loaded up her plate with scrambled eggs, some croissants, and fresh fruit. She figured that whatever Ari was plotting, it would require energy.

They fell into pleasant conversation while they ate and enjoyed their coffee, and when it was finally time to depart – they did so arm-in-arm.

The life of a rogue operative was actually the furthest thing from glamorous, and though Nikita had traveled to many foreign countries, she had never been given the opportunity to explore.

This was partially what drove her to dive fully into the guise of tourist, much to Ari’s delight.

Their first stop of the day was to procure sunglasses – though her hangover had abated somewhat, the bright sun still hurt – and brochures to guide them through the famous landmarks.

They perused shops, visited the Paris Opera House and the famous Notre Dame cathedral, and then had lunch at a quaint café. When the weather began to chill later in the afternoon, they ducked into a store to get jackets before they continued to the Eiffel Tower.

The couple had an early dinner in the famous restaurant that overlooked the city, and finally took a romantic walk along the banks of the Seine.

Though her feet hurt a bit from walking so much, and exhaustion was starting to seep in, Nikita was in bright spirits. “Today has been wonderful.”

“I’m glad.” Ari bumped her shoulder with his, pausing at a scenic vantage point on the bridge that they were crossing. “I know things haven’t been easy lately.”

“They haven’t.” She confirmed, referring to the ever-complicated battle to take down the organization that had turned her into a lethal weapon, for better or for worse. “Having you by my side certainly takes the edge off though.”

They stood close together and watched the sun dip into the horizon – appearing to disappear into the famous river. The sky above was awash in hues of red, pink, and orange, and she now understood why the song La Vie en Rose was so beloved.

A flurry of emotion settled in her heart when she turned to gaze at her companion.

There was no doubt that the man beside her was handsome, but the evening light cast a soft glow that befit the sharp angles of his face and made him irresistible in her eyes.

Her heart began to beat rapidly. Instinctively, she reached out to touch him, only to falter when his gaze caught her own.

A quizzical look was directed her way. “What is it?”

“Do you ever wonder if we should just stop? Run away. Adopt new identities. Start a proper life?” The words came pouring out, and she blushed before ducking her head. “I mean…”

“What are you actually trying to say here, Nikita?” elegant fingers curled beneath her chin to tilt it back, so she was looking at him properly.

Her breath hitched. His expression was utterly tender and full of affection but tempered by concern at her unexpected rambling.

“I’m trying to say that I’m in love with you,” she declared. “I tried very, very hard not to fall for you because the life we lead is always uncertain, and I’m sorry but, I couldn’t help it.”

He shushed her and placed a palm against her cheek. “Don’t ever apologize for how you feel.” He leaned in and granted her a sweet kiss that seemed to calm the anxiety that had erupted unintentionally.

Then – he said the words that would change everything.

“I love you, Nikita. If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

Tears sprung to her eyes, and she practically leapt into his waiting arms, stealing a far more passionate kiss. “As if I’d want to get rid of you. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

He smiled against her mouth. “Fine by me.”

Although she had been the one to suggest it, by the time they reached their destination: Nikita found herself dealing with a different case of nerves.

The irony of them ending up back where they had started wasn’t entirely lost, and while she certainly wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night in Ari’s arms, she was also hesitant. After all – the man she loved had been utterly respectful in every sense of the word, mindful of her boundaries and putting her feelings ahead of his own.

She followed him silently after they reached the floor they were staying on in the hotel, mulling over her insecurities when it came to the subject of intimacy. She was no virgin, but her few sexual encounters had been brief, to the point, and usually as part of a cover. The truth was she had never actually made love with someone besides the fiancé that she had lost, and that was some time ago. Nikita was certain that with Ari it was going to be about more than the physical act.

“You’ve grown quiet,” her companion remarked, jolting her from the reverie. “Is something wrong?”

Her cheeks flared with color, and she shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong! I was just thinking.”

He turned around to face her, apprehension written on his striking features. “If you think we’re moving too fast, I’m fine with slowing down.”

“That’s not it.” She shook her head again and draped her arms over his shoulders. “I want this. I want you.” She kissed him lightly to prove her point. “But I also don’t have the greatest track record when it comes to relationships.”

“I wouldn’t say that” he leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “Earlier, you seemed to be doing just fine.”

“That’s because you’re the first man I’ve felt comfortable enough around to let my walls fall,” she confessed. “And I’m afraid of taking the next step and having things end up awkward between us after.”

“I’m honored that you trust me,” he murmured, nuzzling their noses together. “And I understand your trepidation. You’re also the first person I’ve wanted to be with in this way in some time.”

Her heart fluttered at the affection and his heartfelt admission. She leaned into him instinctively, emitting a quiet sigh. “I didn’t mean to ruin the mood by laying this on you so abruptly.”

“You’re not,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look deeply into her eyes. “Nikita, the last thing I want is for you to ever feel uncomfortable. Whatever happens between the two of us needs to be mutual.”

At a loss for words, she nodded, her heart skipping when he offered her a gentle smile and another kiss that she gratefully returned.

“So…what now?” she inquired.

“Now – we go into the room, and I draw you a bubble bath.”

She blinked, not expecting that answer. “A bubble bath?”

“You need to relax,” he elaborated, taking the room key out to unlock the door. “When was the last time you were pampered?”

“Never?”

His response to that was to hoist her into his deceptively strong arms, lifting her effortlessly so he could carry her inside. “Now, that simply will not do.”

Though his action had momentarily startled her, Nikita was quick to wrap her arms securely around his neck.

He toed off his shoes but didn’t let go of her once they were through the entry, pausing only so she could pull off her ankle boots, and then he carted her off to the bathroom.

It was there that he set her down carefully on the small vanity chair, and she watched contentedly while he discarded his coat and then rolled up his shirt sleeves.

She cast aside her own jacket by draping it over the back of the chair as he tested the temperature of the water before letting the faucet run.

A delicious strawberry scent filled the air after he added a few capfuls of shower gel to the bath. Then he rose and faced her, wiping his hands off with a spare washcloth. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“What?” confused, she snapped out of her trance-like state. “I thought you were going to join me.”

“I never said as much,” he chuckled, moving to her side, and brushing his lips against her temple. “However, if you decide that’s what you wish –I’m right outside.”

Stunned, she watched him exit the room and then returned her attention to the state of the bath.

When it appeared to be more foam than water, she turned off the faucet and methodically began to undress, wondering just what kind of point her beloved was trying to prove.

Surely it’s a test…he’s probably stretched out naked on the bed by now, waiting to see how desperate I’ll get.

Completely nude, she padded over to the door and cracked it open, peeking out cautiously.

Ari was indeed stretched out on the bed, perusing a magazine, but had not removed one stitch of clothing. The only alterations were that he had undone several buttons on his collar and his sleeves remained rolled up.

Blushing, she ducked back inside and hastily wrapped a towel around her body. Well. I read him wrong.

After a few more minutes of consideration, she realized that her embarrassment over the circumstance didn’t change the fact that she wanted him there with her.

She breathed in deeply to steady herself, quickly checked to ensure the bath wasn’t starting to chill, and then opened the door again so she could lean against the frame.

“Ari?”

He looked up from reading, the crystalline blue of his eyes glittering with appreciation as they took in the sight of her. “Yes?”

She extended out one hand. “Please join me.”

He smiled and stood, his fingers entangling with hers seconds later.

She coaxed him into the room, drawing him to her for a kiss while her hands worked to free him from his shirt.

The crisp fabric parted over his torso, and he rotated his shoulders in assistance so she could slip it down his arms.

She pulled away from the kiss so she could stare at her leisure, her eyes roving over the sculpted contours of his chest and abdomen, and then lingering along the fine taper of his waist. The bright light of the bathroom should have been unforgiving, but being able to discern the bits of silver in his hair frankly made him more of a sensual picture than ever.

Without preamble – she lunged, claiming his lips urgently and quickly removing the barriers that remained between his skin and hers.

Strong arms circled around her protectively while they embraced, and she marveled over how right it felt to be with him. She could barely stop kissing or touching him long enough to steer them over to the tub, and she jolted in surprise when he scooped her up and did the work for her.

They sank together into the bubbles, naked limbs entwining while they became lost in one another.

“If you’d waited any longer, the water would have gone cold,” he remarked, tugging back to caress at her face.

“What can I say, I’m all about timing,” she smirked.

A playful grin was directed her way before he dipped his head and pressed several kisses to her throat, his tongue laving over her clavicle and then drifting further down.

She tilted her neck back and reclined fully against the edge of the bathtub, her legs hooking over his waist under the water to keep him close as he continued in his explorations.

Ari proved a generous lover: discovering paths along Nikita’s increasingly sensitized skin that he followed with both hands and mouth.

Suds of strawberry-scented foam were eased aside to grant him better access as he worshipped her body in a manner that was downright intoxicating. Even the most feather-light brush of his fingers along the curve of her hip was enough to spark pleasant tingles, heat gathering at her core the longer his ministrations wore on.

She idly wondered if he was drawing everything out on purpose, but then he finally joined them together with a fluid thrust and the world around her shattered.

A whimper tore from her throat, and she gripped tightly to his biceps, her legs coiling around him to anchor them fully before they set off on a steady rhythm.

Their eyes met; raw emotion evident in the bright blue of his gaze that was mirrored in her own. As she’d suspected – this was about so much more than a physical attraction.

Her heart thundered as they engaged in an intimate dance, damp skin causing delicious friction that led to inevitable surrender.

His mouth found hers right as they reached completion, embracing wildly in a manner befitting their coupling until – at last – they were entirely sated.

They stayed in the bath long enough for the water to turn cold, at which point Ari suggested that they finally switch to the more comfortable appearing bed.

Nikita made no protests and was quick to join him in cleaning up around the tub, as their exertions had resulted in plenty of water splashing onto the floor.

They wrapped themselves up in the comfortable, fluffy robes provided by the hotel and settled together on the mattress not long after.

With a content sigh, she cuddled close and took his hand within hers, grazing her mouth lightly over his knuckles. “I want more days that are just like this.”

“I want to give them to you,” he admitted. “Were you serious earlier? About stopping?”

“Did you think I wasn’t?” she slung a leg over his.

He reached out with his free hand and tucked a lock of errant, still-drying hair back over her ear. “I just know that bringing Division down means a lot to you.”

“It did… I’m not so sure anymore.” She traced an invisible figure over the triangle of exposed skin revealed by the open collar of his robe.

“Then let me rephrase that,” he leaned in to give her a languid, gentle kiss before murmuring. “What is it that you really want, Nikita?”

She searched his gaze, taken in by the honesty there, and knew to be sincere in return. After a moment of pondering his question, she answered. “I want to be happy, Ari. With you. With a life where I’m not constantly looking over my shoulder. What about you?”

“I want to be the one who makes you happy,” he confessed. “And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to ensure it.”

“I think I already knew that; I just wanted to hear you say it,” she smiled, stretching, and then twisting so she could pin him beneath her, hands fisting in the soft fabric covering his chest. “I also think we’ve taken a long enough break.”

There was a low, seductive sound on his part and then she was yanked into an ardent kiss that proved that there was nothing further to discuss for the time being.

After all – the promise of a future was more than enough.

The End

#nikari #ari x nikita #mine #mrsreginagold #fanfiction #otp: enemy mine #otp: this is the life we've chosen #peter outerbridge #ari tasarov #they invented romance I don't make the rules #nikita 2010

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Fic: Don't Wanna Fight The Fall

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: R

Spoilers: Takes place sometime at the end of season one. Canon-divergent AU.

Summary: Nikita has inner turmoil over what she harbors for a certain Gogol operative, and it causes her to travel quite a distance to explore it.

Author’s note: This is not only my longest piece for this pairing to date, but it's also the most personal in some respects. I happen to be a quarter Japanese, and have visited the gorgeous location several times, so having Nikita and Ari fall for each other there felt natural. Expect lots of romance, plenty of banter, and heat as per usual. All of my fics are written from the heart, but this one is particularly special. Enjoy.

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Don’t Wanna Fight The Fall

Attraction was a funny thing.

On one hand – it was a relatively easy feeling to decipher. The physical signs were outright blatant: the catch of her breath, the flush on her cheeks, and the way her pupils would dilate slightly whenever he happened to be close by. What was more complicated was figuring out exactly what it all meant.

This was the current dilemma that Nikita Mears faced – the why of her feelings regarding Ari Tasarov.

If it was mere lust, it would have been simple enough to brush off. However: the palpable heat between the two of them bordered on a tipping point that was often triggered by a gradual build of tension whenever they interacted. They didn’t see eye to eye, and every argument left her feeling bereft of something once there was distance between them. Whatever this was, it was arguably more complex than sexual desire.

The first step was the easiest, which was to admit that she found him good-looking. While he didn’t tower over her, Ari was the epitome of tall, elegant, and handsome. He carried himself with a grace befitting a dancer, and the features of his face were angular and refined. In fact – he had a countenance that she could easily define as noble. Then there was his voice: deep and alluring and capable of washing over her like warm honey. His eyes were a striking, altogether beautiful shade of cobalt blue, and while she could only imagine what potentially lay beneath his clothes, she suspected that he was built nicely considering the breadth of his shoulders and taper of his waist.

There was also the fact that the man was a downright enigma. Not much about him aside from small tidbits of information was known, and there was nothing that compelled her more than a puzzle.

For weeks on end, she did as much research as possible – all in hope of unravelling his mystery. There were also the occasional encounters that only solidified how much she was steadily falling for him, bit by bit.

Despite the clear warning bells in her mind to proceed with caution, Nikita found herself utterly drawn to Ari.

There really was only one thing for it, and that was confronting him. She merely had to be clever with how she went about it.

Gogol was nearly identical to Division in how often it sent its operatives overseas. Discovering that Ari’s current location was Japan didn’t surprise Nikita, but she had a suspicion that trailing after him wasn’t going to be easy.

Nevertheless, she found herself wandering through Tokyo in search of clues only a few days after receiving her intel.

The city was alive and bustling, colorful neon shades lighting up the pathways as she searched through Akihabara. The technology district seemed to be a reasonable place to start, given that the company Ari worked for was at least a few years behind Division and struggling in their attempts to play catch-up.

She passed by storefronts that advertised the latest cameras, phones, and home entertainment options. The deeper she went, the more niche the offerings became, and soon it became clear that the nicer section of town was growing more distant.

A light rain began to fall, typical for the climate, and Nikita shivered, pulling the collar of her leather coat up around her face. Her trusty Baretta pistol was hidden within an inner pocket, so she wasn’t entirely without protection, but she was beginning to feel unease.

Her anxiety proved correct when she rounded a corner and found a group of menacing-looking young men loitering around what she recognized as a love motel.

Shit. Wrong turn.

She backed up immediately, her mind whirling with frustration at not being more mindful of her surroundings, only to knock over a trash bin in her attempt to retreat.

The loud noise grabbed the group’s attention, and suddenly – multiple eyes were upon her.

Nikita took off running. She knew that even in the most populated areas, the local gangs could still terrorize, and she wasn’t about to wait around and find out who she had accidentally stumbled upon.

A large hand swiped at her elbow, a curse emitted in rough Japanese when she whirled and executed a quick roundhouse at her assailant’s midsection.

It was enough to give her an advantage. She increased her speed, heading towards the first bright light she saw, hoping that she would emerge into a crowded intersection of road.

Her hopes were dashed when it turned out to be a streetlamp. She had reached a dead end.

Figuring that there was no other option than to fight however many came after her, Nikita turned and steeled herself. She could trust in her skill and training, but being outnumbered didn’t exactly fill her with confidence on emerging from the oncoming battle unscathed.

Therefore – she was incredibly confused when she heard the sounds of a scuffle in the alley she had just come through.

Cautiously, she pulled out her gun and crept towards the noise.

The struggle died down and was replaced with the echo of steps against pavement, meaning that someone was walking towards her.

Nikita tightened her hold on the weapon but said nothing.

Her breath caught as Ari Tasarov emerged from the shadows, a concerned look on his striking face.

The first thought that ran through her head was “how did he find me?” She had been so careful to ensure that she could not be tracked.

The second was to marvel over how sexy he was.

It had been a few months since their last encounter, and she could tell that he had grown out his hair. It framed his angular features nicely, with several strands swept to the side to fringe over his forehead. He was also dressed differently than she was used to. In place of his typical Armani was a black leather jacket thrown over a navy Henley, which was unbuttoned enough at his throat to give her a glimpse of his chest. The triangle of sun-kissed skin beckoned her gaze, the downy hair that dusted it sticking to his clavicle due to the rain. The outfit was completed with dark blue jeans and ankle boots.

He was, quite possibly, the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on.

She put the Baretta away and opened her mouth to say something but discovered that she couldn’t form words. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway – her rescuer’s next action was to cross over to her and sweep her into his arms for a hug that left her speechless.

His lips brushed tantalizingly over her ear, and he whispered: “I promise that what I’m about to do is for your safety. Think you can play along? Nod if you understand.”

There was nothing else to do but comply.

The Gogol operative didn’t pull away completely. Instead, he moved back just enough to search her eyes with his own. Then: he framed her face between his hands, caressed briefly at her cheek, and, without further preamble, caught her mouth in a tender kiss.

Her eyes widened significantly before instinct prompted her to close them. She pushed slightly into the embrace, her hands sliding over the sculpted torso that she could feel through the soft fabric covering it.

He changed his angle to deepen the kiss, his grip on her hair tightening as they both gave in, at least momentarily.

She was unable to suppress a moan at the attention, losing herself to his taste and touch.

If this was what consorting with the enemy truly entailed – she was beginning to see the appeal.

Nikita wanted the moment to last longer, but Ari eventually tugged away, those startling eyes pleading with her to not mess up whatever story he was about to spin.

With his arms still around her protectively, he began to guide her away from the alley.

They stepped over prone bodies, and despite her daze, she could hear him conversing in fluent Japanese to one of the men who was still standing.

Whatever he said got the point across; because there was a polite bow and then she was allowed to be escorted from the scene.

She remained silent the entire way, her senses still in overdrive, nerves swirling around in her belly. She was torn between the instinct to flee when she had a chance and wishing to remain exactly where she was – safe, and keenly aware of how good it felt to be held by the man she had previously considered her adversary.

He seemed to be mindful of this, his grip on her arm loosening just a bit as a show of some trust.

She chose to believe in his compassion, letting him assist her into a car that was waiting for them at the end of the alley. The engine was running and causing puffs of exhaust to steam into the air.

The pair settled back into comfortable leather seats and then Ari instructed the driver where to go in Japanese.

She waited until they were a significant distance away to speak. “I have questions.”

“I’m sure you do,” he handed her a bottle of chilled green tea after opening the cap.

Nikita took a sip and found that the slightly bitter, cold liquid soothed her. “How did you find me?”

“When I had you injected with that toxin months back, it left a marker that could be traced, even when it was eradicated from your system. I can locate you just about anywhere, Nikita, but I wasn’t specifically looking for you.”

“No?” she threw him a skeptical glance. “Then why the constant attempts to seduce me to the dark side?”

The sarcastic remark earned her a quiet laugh and a shake of the head. “Darling, that wasn’t seduction. It was recruiting, plain and simple. When I actually court you: you’ll know.”

“Is that another promise?” she couldn’t help it. They always went in roundabout circles of flirtation when they were together, and this was no different.

He stretched out his free arm and draped it over her shoulder. “A guarantee. But I imagine that’s not at the forefront of your mind given what just occurred.”

“No. Who were those men?”

“A local gang that does grunt work for a Yakuza boss I’m familiar with.”

“I figured they weren’t higher up in the ranks. Now, about that kiss…”

His piercing gaze locked onto hers. “I meant it, but yes, it was a way to send a clear message.”

“And just what kind of message were you sending?”

“I simply told them that my fiancée is not to be trifled with. The kiss was proof that, for all intents and purposes – you’re mine. At least in the eyes of those I do business with.”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it,” she confessed. “But an engagement? Really?”

“Passing you off as my wife would have been considerably more difficult, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well yes, but –

“Nikita,” he ran a calloused thumb ever-so-gently across her lower lip to interrupt the ramble that was about to commence. “I did this to save your life. That gang would have left you for dead, easily, and that’s not even considering what they might have done had I not arrived when I did. We have to keep up appearances, but I swear, you’re protected. I’d never let anything happen to you.”

She searched his eyes for any hint of deception. The color of his irises reminded her of the sky right before a storm: clear, unyielding, and devastatingly beautiful – but it was the sheer honesty there that gave her an answer.

She could trust him, for better or worse, and in the back of her mind she knew that’s what she had wanted in the first place.

She also really wanted to kiss him again. One had simply not been enough, and it had been over too quickly for her to fully process what she’d been feeling.

Nikita wasn’t certain if it was to prove that she believed him, or to examine those emotions further, but she took initiative and bridged the space between them, placing her lips on his.

It was Ari’s turn to be startled, though he recovered quickly. His fingers dug into her hair, not painfully, but firmly enough to let her know that he wasn’t minding the turn of events.

She smiled against his mouth, daring a teasing bite at his upper lip. After all – he was not the only one skilled at conquest.

He responded by dragging her onto his lap as best he could from their position in the back of the car, coaxing at her lips imploringly until she allowed him entry.

It would have been ridiculous in any other circumstance: a pair of once bitter rivals making out heatedly while being driven to an unknown location, but nothing made more sense to her.

The truth was, she had wanted this man desperately for a while, and now that she finally had him, there was no way in hell she was letting go.

He finally pulled back to breathe and study her, the mouth that had just been happily preoccupied curving into a grateful smile. “Does that mean you’ll cooperate?”

“I came here to find you,” she admitted. “I hadn’t really thought ahead much further than that, so while we’re definitely having a talk about that marker you used to track me; I think I can stick around for a bit.”

The smile morphed into a frown. “Somehow, I knew you were going to fixate on that specific part.”

She chuckled before kissing him again to end the conversation for the time being.

The journey to the estate where Ari was staying during his trip took enough time for the pair to catch up on what they had both been up to.

It also gave Nikita plenty of opportunities for more kisses, which her companion arguably didn’t mind.

They were in the midst of another when the car finally stopped, prompting him to pull away reluctantly. “We’re here.”

“And where is here?” she asked, tugging her hand out from under his shirt. She had been delighted to discover the perfectly muscled build beneath the fabric, and when there was a proper chance, she would explore him far more thoroughly.

“A couple hours out from Tokyo,” he opened the door on his side so they could exit the vehicle.

She grinned when he offered his hand to assist her once he had stepped out and took it gratefully.

Then she got a good look at where they would be lodging, and her jaw dropped.

“Ari, when you said it was an estate you failed to mention how huge it was. This place is practically a castle!”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he grabbed an overnight bag from the trunk, threw it over his shoulder, and then laced their fingers together so he could escort her inside. “It’s simply a summer home for one of the clients that Gogol does business with. Whenever one of us is out here, it’s where we stay.”

“I guess that’s better than a hotel. The rooms here are pretty small,” she admitted, trailing along beside him.

“Which reminds me, where were you staying? I can have someone pick up your things and pay for the room.”

“I kind of flew out here on a whim, so I didn’t book a hotel. I also didn’t bother packing anything as I assumed I wouldn’t’ be staying long.” She blushed, slightly mortified at her lack of planning.

His expression only conveyed kindness while he unlocked the door to let them inside. “In that case, I’ll take you shopping for some things tomorrow.”

“What about tonight? I don’t even have a toothbrush.”

“There’s a staff that keeps this home spotless and stocked up on essentials, that includes toiletries, and I imagine even some spare clothes.” He explained, in the process of removing his shoes. She did the same, well-aware of the damage that could be caused to tatami floors. Then – they hung up their jackets on the provided hooks near the front door.

Together, they ventured forward so he could give her a tour of the home.

He dropped the luggage he had brought with him off in the spacious sitting room, which was most often used to entertain guests. She could easily see why – the elegantly decorated shoji panels that served as walls were definitely for show, but there was also a domestic quality to the environment.

He linked one arm with hers as he continued to show her around. There were multiple bedrooms spaced significantly apart from each other: two with western-style furniture and three that possessed more traditional Japanese offerings, including futons instead of beds. In addition, there were three bathrooms, all with modern appliances, and a huge kitchen. In the back of the house there was a separate room that contained a washer and dryer.

The showstopper, however, was the traditional garden and private Onsen, which he saved for last. The space was illuminated by colorful lanterns, which she assumed were made out of plastic instead of paper to face the constant storms, but they were no less beautiful.

“Is it functional?” she gestured at the large outdoor bath, circled by dark colored rocks. “Or just there for decoration?”

“Ordinarily, I’d be relaxing out there, but seeing as I have company, it’ll have to wait.” Ari admitted, his hand squeezing at hers gently to assure her that she was his prime concern.

She was unable to stave off a lustful mental image of the two of them embracing, fully nude, in the water.

Color flooded her cheeks, and she shuffled from one foot to another before she cleared her throat. “What’s the plan for the rest of the night? It’s getting late.”

“I’ll show you to where you’ll be sleeping, and then I’ll go change into something more comfortable and make us some dinner.” He explained, pulling her away from the patio area they were standing on with a light tug.

She followed him as he easily navigated the winding halls. If she had been left on her own, she was sure that she would have gotten lost immediately, even if she had a map. “You know, it might be better if I stay with you for a couple of nights till I get my bearings. That is, if it isn’t an imposition.”

He slowed slightly but didn’t stray from the path he was taking. “If that’s what you wish. It’s not an imposition at all, but I also would never want to make you feel uncomfortable, Nikita.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his tone. “Is that your way of promising to keep yourself in check and not ravish me?”

This statement was bold enough to make him falter and stumble slightly. He glanced back over his shoulder to see that she was doing everything in her power not to laugh.

Ari rolled his eyes. “You’re teasing me.”

“For reasons I can’t fully fathom, Tasarov, I’m starting to put my trust you.” Nikita shrugged, falling into step with him and linking their arms together again so they could remain side-by-side.

“Oh really? And the fact that you were sticking your tongue down my throat only ten minutes ago is a sign of what, exactly?”

A pretty flush washed over her features. “That’s different.”

“Enlighten me,” his voice grew softer, and she turned her head to meet his perceptive gaze.

“There’s a lot that you can observe about a person through a kiss…or several, in this case. You’re deceptively gentle, but there’s a power that feels like it’s being contained. Ari: I don’t know what it is that you’re holding back, or why, but I’m not a fragile porcelain doll. I can handle you.”

He stared down at her, his expression caught somewhere between admiration and astonishment. “You can tell all of that through a kiss?”

“Well, that confirms that seduction wasn’t one of your trades back when you were KGB, though you could have fooled me,” she hooked her fingers into his belt loops and gave a quick yank to drag him towards her, a grin emerging when her back hit the closest wall, and their bodies pressed even closer together.

“I wasn’t out in the field often enough for it to become part of my portfolio,” he rested his forehead against hers, his hands moving up to cradle her face. “You were only half-joking about the ravishing part, weren’t you?”

She smirked and bumped their noses with a nudge but didn’t answer.

It wouldn’t have mattered, as his next move was to push her fully against the surface behind her and initiate a feverish kiss.

Her arms curled securely around him while she embraced him with equal ardor, a steady warmth gathering right below her stomach by instinct.

She gasped, her head tipping back when his lips strayed and discovered her throat. He had not been so bold as to mark her when they were in the car, but now that they had full privacy he had no issue biting down hard enough to draw blood.

She hissed, her fingers threading tightly into his hair. “What are you, a vampire?”

She felt his laugh rumble against her skin, which only served to spur on the increasingly heady desire that had erupted.

Her fingers became preoccupied, sliding up under the hem of his shirt to travel over a flat abdomen before coasting up and insistently pushing at the fabric.

He parted from her long enough for the top to be whisked over his head, ruffling his hair in the process, and allowing her a moment to properly appreciate what was now exposed to her view.

Nikita’s eyes traveled first over Ari’s broad shoulders, then took in his exquisitely built chest and abdomen. Her gaze paused over the one flaw she noticed – a small scar that decorated his right arm.

Curious, she lightly skimmed her hand over the raised flesh. “What happened?”

“An opponent misjudged me. And his own aim,” he said, his hand catching hers to still the circling motion she had begun. “We’re not going too fast?”

“Hey, I just wanted to get your shirt off, you’re the one jumping to conclusions here.”

“Nikita…” he gave her a rueful look. “I’m perfectly fine with things being gradual. But in the interest of fairness,” he lifted her tee-shirt, causing her to raise her arms in assistance so it could be discarded to the side. “We can fool around a little.”

She smiled, warm and open, and didn’t hesitate to gather him back to her.

Ari stayed true to his promise to keep things between them from going too far. Nikita would have happily let him take their passion for one another to whatever level that he liked, but he insisted on being a good host.

They made a brief detour to one of the guest rooms so she could gather a change of clothes.

He had not been joking about there being just about anything that was needed. She was able to pick out a kimono to sleep in, along with another with which to wander around the home. There were plenty of amenities, and even underwear and camisoles.

“They really do think of everything,” she had muttered while discreetly choosing what she liked from the selection in her size.

The next stop was to the room he stayed in, so he could show her where everything was and put her items away, and then he escorted her to the nearest bath, so she had a chance to freshen up after her travels.

It was there that he left her to her own devices for a bit.

Nikita took her time with bathing, allowing the warm water to soothe both her mind and body. It felt wonderful to not be rushing, as she rarely allowed herself the luxury.

Fresh and clean, she exited the shower and wrapped herself up in a large, fluffy towel. She piled up her hair to dry naturally and used a claw clip to set it in place, and then padded on bare feet back to Ari’s room.

The pale green kimono she had chosen for casual wear was laid out over the western-style bed.

The pattern that spread across the silk was of elegant-looking lilacs, and seemed like something her newfound love would admire.

Quietly, Nikita put on a new pair of underwear and a camisole, and then surveyed the garment. She vaguely recalled being taught how to wear one back during her training, but she had never actually gotten the opportunity to do so.

Carefully, she put on the base layer, remembering that it needed to be folded left over right. As it was meant to be worn in spring, the top layer was thin and sheer, and the silk rustled gently as she gathered it around her body. She held it in place so she could tie the accompanying sash around her midsection, and then adjusted the collar. The trickiest part would be the obi, so she left that to the side while she finished securing the outfit around her form.

After a moment or two of struggle to place the final component on properly, she gave up and decided to go find Ari to help her.

A delicious aroma wafted through the air as she made her way down the hall, alerting her to his location – the kitchen.

She entered the room to find the man she cared for busy stirring something in a pot on the stove.

He was standing in profile, so she couldn’t get a full look at the kimono he had also changed into just yet. All she could tell was that it was forest green in color and encased his lean form nicely, even with the sleeves being tied up in order to keep them from getting dirty.

Nikita cleared her throat to announce herself. “Something smells delicious.”

Ari looked in her direction with a kind smile. “You’re just in time. I need a taste-test.”

His good humor was infectious, because she smiled as well and then made her way to him. “What’re you making?”

“It’s called donburi. Basically it’s egg in a soy-based broth over rice, but you can add meat and vegetables.” He dipped a spare wooden spoon into the pot and gathered a decent portion of the sauce. “Here. It should be a balance of salty and sweet, but I might need to add more mirin.”

“As I have no idea what that is, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.”

“Just let me know if the saltiness overwhelms it or not.”

She took a small sip, just enough to ascertain the flavor. Her eyes lit up as it turned out to be delectable, much like the man at her side. “It’s perfect. At least it is to me.”

“Good,” there was visible relief on his face. “Now to let it simmer for a few minutes before I add the egg.”

He pulled her away from the stove once he had set the temperature. “You look absolutely beautifulby the way.”

She was used to a certain amount of praise, but there was something about the inflection in his resonant timbre that made the compliment mean even more.

Wordlessly, she reached up to remove the small pieces of fabric that kept the sleeves of his kimono back.

Now that she could appreciate the full effect of his outfit, her heart began to thunder erratically in her chest.

Somehow – the dark verdant shade made his blue eyes appear closer to aquamarine, and he wore the neckline open just a smidge more than would be appropriate were they not alone. The garment hugged his torso perfectly, offering little to the imagination regarding the well-built form that lied beneath and yet, it was also modest as to be expected of the style.

The kaleidoscope-like pattern that decorated the silk was composed of gold and silver thread that glinted attractively in the light.

If there was a proper word for it, he looked regal.

Unable to resist, Nikita allowed her palm to rest on the triangle of skin revealed in the dip of Ari’s collar. “You look like some kind of prince in a fairytale.”

“Really?” there was a touch of genuine surprise in his gaze. “I think that’s the first time anyone has ever referred to me as a prince.”

She began to stroke the hair that peeked over his clavicle. “You’ve always had this nobility, Ari. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

They both went still, the realization of what she had just uttered weighing heavily in the air.

Timidly, she brought her eyes to his, her pulse thrumming when she saw the devotion reflected back at her.

Instead of saying anything, Ari brushed a loose strand of hair that threatened to obscure her vision to the side, tucking the lock over her ear before leaning in and kissing her.

Unlike the others they had shared, this embrace was not dependent on heat or intensity. There was a subtle sensuality to it, but not in a way that threatened to boil over – it was a true, proper, romantic moment meant to echo their emotions.

Nikita pulled him closer, but didn’t deepen the kiss, wanting instead to savor the rush of feelings that had surfaced.

He pulled back for air first, touching his forehead to hers. “I love you too.”

She breathed out slowly, eased by his reaction. “I didn’t mean for it to slip out that way, especially since I can tell you want to take things slow. Or at least a little more gradually than I would. If it were up to me we’d be naked and in bed already.”

“I have my reasons for that,” he confessed, drawing an invisible circle along her back, his touch practically scorching through the silk fabric. “I know that this is one of the few chances I would have to sweep you off your feet.”

“Pretty sure I’ve been swept already,” she laughed. “Now: I came in here because I needed assistance with the obi. Might be one of the only times I request that you help me put clothes on.”

A broad, stunning grin crossed his face before he nodded in understanding. “I see. In that case, turn around.”

She did so, and he circled the wide piece of brocade around her midsection. She stood straight so that he could focus on the intricate wrapping to fasten it in the back.

“There. Now it’s perfect, though you didn’t really need the obi to complete the look, since it’s just us.”

“Oh, I know, but I figure I should try to get used to wearing the full get-up as practice for when we have to entertain others.”

His lips touched right behind her ear. “I never stipulated that you would have to.”

“I’m not about to hide in some back room when you deal with the Yakuza.” She twisted around to gauge him seriously. “And besides, if they tried to lay a hand on me, they’d very quickly lose it. I saw those Samurai swords on display. All it would take is one solid stroke.”

“Let’s hope it never comes to that,” he gave her a brief peck on the temple before letting her go and moving to check on the donburi broth. “This should be ready now. Can you grab a couple of the large bowls in the cabinet over there?”

Nikita nodded and went to find the dishes, while Ari focused on completing their dinner.

It was well after midnight when they decided to retire.

Nikita was aware of how deeply the jetlag was setting in by how sluggish her movements had gotten, and it took Ari’s assistance yet again with the obi so she could change into her sleep wear.

She emerged from behind the screen that had been pulled out so she could undress in privacy and discovered her companion reclined against the pillows, waiting for her to join him.

The kimonos that were worn to slumber in were naturally looser, so she messed with her collar a bit before crawling under the covers beside him.

He turned to face her, one arm slinging protectively across her waist while he inched closer. “Comfortable?”

“Almost,” she cuddled up to him, their legs tangling beneath the blankets and her fingers grasping at the fabric covering his chest, pulling it further open in the process.

She nuzzled at his collar bone, her breath tickling his skin while she placed her hand over his heart. “There. Perfect.”

His fingers curled over hers and he rested his chin along the top of her head. It wasn’t long after that they both fell asleep encased in each other’s arms.

Before either of them knew it – two weeks had passed.

In that time, the couple spent plenty of time together to properly get to know one another, as both had wished.

Their affection for each other grew tremendously, and even after she became acclimated to their location, she spent every night encased in her beloved’s arms, though he was always a perfect gentleman.

One spring morning arrived with cheerful birdsong – a reminder of the season.

Groggily, Nikita stretched and slowly opened her eyes.

Her heart cartwheeled upon spotting Ari still in slumber, his chest rising and falling evenly with each breath that he took.

The top of his kimono had spilled open over the course of the night. It was sliding precariously down his right shoulder, with plenty of the leanly muscled torso she had so contentedly studied only hours before exposed.

If she had been less prone to temptation, she would have discreetly adjusted his clothing for him.

Enticement won out instead.

Carefully, so as not to wake him just yet, she reached out and trailed her index finger over the curve of his bicep, noting that his skin was slightly warmer than her own by nature.

She traced a nonsensical pattern across the junction between his neck and shoulder, and then paused before devoting attention to his scar.

He shifted slightly upon contact, as it was more sensitive to touch, so she focused instead on another area.

With delicate precision, she skimmed through the soft hair that dusted the expanse of his torso, a smile tugging at the edges of her lips before she dared to snuggle further against him.

She tilted her head just enough to graze her mouth against his Adam’s Apple, continuing to caress languidly at his bare skin.

At this, he finally began to stir, pressing close enough that she was able to feel just how strongly she was affecting him.

A wicked grin crossed her face, and her hand began to drift down.

“Nikita…” there was more gravel to his tone when he was only partially awake. Abruptly, his hand clamped over hers to stall the motion. “Don’t start something we can’t finish.”

She looked up to see that his eyes were now open, her breath catching when she noted how dilated his pupils happened to be. It was clear as crystal that he wanted her just as badly. “Can’t we be quick about it?”

“You deserve better than a fumble brought on by a natural reaction in the morning.”

She pouted, but he did make a good point.

Her perturbed countenance was enough to make his soften. As recompense, he leaned in to give her a kiss in greeting.

Nikita tugged Ari forward, tumbling back against the comfortable mattress as she deepened the embrace. Their legs entwined under the covers while she helped him shrug out of the top-half of the kimono.

She scratched her nails down his back, determined at the very least to get another heated make-out session going if lovemaking was out of the question for the moment.

“You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?” he mumbled between kisses.

“Only because you are.”

Suffice it to say – they were distracted for a considerable amount of time.

While Ari did not go as far Nikita wished, the morning was still spent pleasantly.

After a delicious breakfast, the couple cleaned up so they could head out and do some shopping. She chose a pair of leggings that she coupled with one of his button-down shirts, tied into a knot at her waist and opened slightly to reveal the lace-trimmed camisole beneath, while he donned a pale grey suit.

She had never really considered running simple errands a fun occupation, but with the man she adored by her side and the benefit of being spoiled, for once – that opinion was rapidly changing.

“Can you believe these convenience stores?” she gushed as they emerged from one with a bag filled with snacks. “The ones back in the states need to seriously up their game.”

He chuckled while he removed the cap on a bottle of melon soda before offering it to her. “I know. The take home meals are actually delicious too.”

She happily took a sip of the drink, appreciating the smooth flavor. “So where to next?”

“Well, we’ve gotten all of the supplies needed today. That really only leaves one final item.”

“And what’s that?”

He smiled mysteriously before extending his hand gallantly. “Come with me and find out.”

Nikita stared, incredulous, at the glass cases that surrounded her. Behind the protective barriers there were countless options of sparkling, precious gems, and metals.

She looked over at Ari, who was gazing at her expectantly. “Why are we here?”

“Why do you think? I’m getting you a ring.”

“What?!” Immediately she clamped her hands over her mouth to mask the unintended outburst, glancing around to see if the clerks were watching them.

He held back a laugh and gently pushed her forward. “It doesn’t have to be a diamond, though I won’t deny you one if that’s what you wish.”

“Ari, we’re pretending that we’re engaged, remember?”

“I still want to get you something.” He swept her hair away from her eyes, his expression tender. “Go pick what you like.”

She stepped towards the cases, hesitant. The sole time she had been presented with a diamond had resulted in that very ring being left at the grave of the fiancé she’d lost. As a result, she actually had come to not care as much for them.

After a moment of perusing the clear, glittering gems because she wanted to at least consider something traditional, she veered to the right, where there were emeralds. While there were several pretty rings, it didn’t feel like the right fit.

She stepped back and exhaled, and then moved over to the left to look at the cases that contained sapphires.

There, in between two large and ornate rings, was a modestly sized, simpler one that twinkled in a manner that caught her eye.

The sapphire was of a lighter blue shade that resembled Ari’s eyes, and it was cut in a triangular shape. On either side of the gem were two tiny diamonds, which gave it a romantic appearance, and it was set in a platinum band.

Her lover’s familiar touch on the small of her back jolted her out of the trance-like state she had gone into while inspecting the piece.

She peered back at him and then gestured at the ring. “I like this one.”

“The one in the trillion cut?”

“Please tell me it won’t cost that amount.”

He shook his head, mirth creasing the laugh-lines around his eyes. “Sapphires aren’t cheap but no.”

She relaxed slightly and ducked her head, embarrassment washing over her face. “I honestly know very little about fine jewelry. All the pieces I wore during Division ops were loaned to me.”

“Don’t fret over it,” he signaled a clerk so they would come over to assist them. He then spoke quietly in Japanese and indicated which item it was they wanted to take a closer look at.

When it was polished and placed on a piece of cloth for her to try on, she once again exchanged a look with him, to which he nodded encouragingly.

Nikita held her breath and then slid it onto her left hand.

Her heart leapt into her throat. The ring fit perfectly. The cobalt color was vibrant, and the gem gleamed whichever way she happened to turn her hand.

“It’s flawless,” Ari murmured, prompting her to turn around to face him.

“Are you sure about this? I know it’s just for show.”

“I’ve never been more certain about anything,” he brought her hand up to his chest, placing it right over his heart so she could feel the steady beat against her palm.

It was all the evidence she needed about his feelings on the matter, so she thanked him with a brief kiss to the cheek, and then let him purchase the gift.

They headed to an off-the-beaten path spot for an early dinner, and then Ari drove them back home.

Nikita kept a tight hold on the bag that contained her ring, nestled in a small box, for the entire ride. Part of her wanted to put it on immediately, but there was also the not-so-tiny wish that he would be the one to place it properly.

After they got in and had deposited all of the packages containing their purchases for the day, she immediately changed into a set of fresh clothes to relax in and then walked to the sitting room.

She found him there, chatting quietly on his cell phone in Russian, and her stomach dropped at the distressed look on his face.

She waited until he ended the call before announcing herself. “Was that bad news?”

“A mix of good and bad,” he admitted, turning around to look at her. “Which do you want to hear first?”

“Go with the bad. That way the good can be celebrated.” She stepped into the welcome circle of his arms.

“The bad is that, in a week, we have to host the higher ups from the company I’m currently here to negotiate with on Gogol’s behalf. There’s a lot that I’ll need to teach you, and it won’t all be fun.”

“Okay. What’s the good then?”

“The good is that as soon as this deal is completed, I am officially on vacation, and I want to spend it with you.”

Thoughts of escaping to a remote tropical shore invaded her mind immediately. “I think we can come to an agreement on that,” she grinned. “In the meantime; I want to try out that Onsen.”

He dipped his head to kiss her, light and slightly playful. “Please do. I’ll take a turn later.”

“You’re free to join in.”

“Unfortunately I have some work to take care of that can’t wait,” he sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck, a habit that she was beginning to pick up on as one that occurred when he was frustrated.

“All the more reason to enjoy yourself with me first,” she yanked him in by the collar, stealing a longer embrace.

“Nothing you’re about to suggest will help my concentration,” he admonished, running his hands down her back.

She pouted, but she also recognized how important the task he had before him was. “All right, all right, I’ll stop pestering. But if you change your mind…”

“I know where to find you.” He promised, kissing her one final time before bidding her goodbye for the time being.

Despite her hope for it, Nikita wasn’t terribly surprised that Ari didn’t take up her invitation.

Finished with her soak, she stepped out into the night air – fresh, clean, and feeling remarkably energized as she tucked her yukata around her nude, partially damp body and then tied the accompanying sash securely across her middle.

She made her way through the garden, careful not to disrupt the stone and sand, and then stepped back inside the estate.

After taking a quick detour to the kitchen so she could grab some bottled water for the two of them, she headed to the room that they shared.

Her heart skipped when she pushed open the door to find Ari sprawled out on his stomach, typing rapidly on a laptop computer balanced on the covers right in front of him. He had changed into his kimono, and there was an additional touch of allure due to the fact that he was wearing a pair of reading glasses. The silver, oval frames suited his angular features, and with the sleeves of his top pushed back to reveal the tone of his forearms he made for a tempting portrait.

He also appeared to be stressed, which made her frown and approach, dangling the drink in front of him to capture his attention. “Hey. Take a break.”

He jolted slightly at the interruption but when he realized that it was her, he relaxed. “What time is it?” he accepted the water and took a sip.

“It’s getting close to midnight. Can whatever that is wait until the morning?”

He ran one hand wearily over his face. “Time difference. I just need a few more minutes, I swear.”

“Okay. But then I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see,” she ruffled his hair and let him get back to his task.

She went to sit in the chair at the vanity table, and discreetly opened the top drawer, where she had hidden the ring he had purchased for her. Regardless of whatever else happened: she would have him place it on her hand before the evening was done.

“All right, I’m all yours.” he snapped the laptop shut, and then rose from the bed, quickly taking off his spectacles and straightening out his clothing before he put his computer away.

“I was hoping you’d do the honors,” Nikita stood so she could bridge the space between them, presenting Ari with the box that contained the sapphire.

“It’d be my privilege,” he replied, consideration reflecting in the clear ocean of his gaze.

She found herself holding her breath in anticipation as he opened the case and plucked out the ring.

The eyes that she could get so easily lost in locked with hers while he got down on one knee, his fingers wrapping around her left hand. “With this, I promise to cherish you.”

The ring slid on with ease, but it was the declaration that made her pulse race. It was as if he had recited a vow.

She carded her right hand through his hair, tearing up at the adoration from both his words and the way he was looking at her. “You mean that, don’t you?”

“I’ve meant it since our first kiss back in that alley,” the edges of his mouth turned up into a warm smile. “I just wish work hadn’t interfered with proving it. I can only hope that the preparations will go smoothly so we still have plenty of free time. I want to share so much with you, Nikita.”

“We’ll make time for that,” she promised, extending both hands out so she could pull him to his feet. “Right now, I think you’d benefit from a proper distraction.”

Without giving him a chance to respond, Nikita curled her fingers around the collar of Ari’s kimono and pulled him forward, claiming his lips in a kiss that properly conveyed her desires.

Though he froze momentarily, startled by her boldness, it was evident that the message was received because his next move was to return the embrace with equal fervor.

She was elated when he didn’t stop her from wrenching the front of the garment he wore open so her fingers could delve under the silk, a gradual heat building with each moment that passed.

He steered her, blindly, towards the bed, while she reached between them so she could untie the sash that kept the garment securely wrapped.

She parted the folds in the front so she could remove it entirely, sliding the fabric down his shoulders, then his arms, until he yanked his hands free.

There was a quiet rustle as the cloth hit the floor, prompting her to finally disengage from their kiss so she could get a good look at him.

Her breath caught at the sensual image that he made. There was a subtle flush to his skin, his broad chest rising and falling slowly with each breath as he attempted to regain a semblance of composure.

Her eyes roved over him to take in every inch of his bared form, the warmth that had started as a simmer jolting up several degrees.

Unable to help herself, she lunged, ravenous, which sent them careening back on the mattress.

They landed in a tangled pile, kissing over and over while he rid her of the layers that covered her, rolling amidst the blankets to trap her beneath him once they were both naked.

The velvet sensation of his skin against hers was intoxicating, their fingers twining together as he peered down at her, his pupils blown black from the rush of arousal that she felt just as strongly.

Ari dipped his head, touching his lips first to her temple, then her closed eyelids, before coasting along her nose and then the curve of her jaw.

She hissed sharply as a delicious friction was caused by his actions, sliding one leg along his and moaning softly when he nibbled at the shell of her ear.

She could feel him smirk, his body enveloping hers as he pressed feathery yet lingering kisses down the column of her throat, pausing to nuzzle at her shoulder and then ghosting along her clavicle.

It was clear that he was determined to take his time, so she gave herself leave to make her own discoveries.

Her hands roamed over the sculpted planes of his torso, her nails catching in the hair on his chest before she skimmed lower to trail lazily across a toned abdomen.

A whimper tore from her as his mouth gained purchase on her breast, his teeth scraping over sensitive skin and causing intense, molten heat to gather at her center.

He devoted equal time to first one, then the other, while his hand snuck between her legs to work sheer magic.

Her fingers latched onto his back as he continued. No other had ever attempted such a thing, as any coupling in her past had always been brief. This, however, could be considered art, and it was clear that he wasn’t about to rush through it.

He didn’t let up until she had experienced a perfect release that left her trembling in his grasp, her grip on him tightening till she was willing to let go.

Nikita fell back against the covers, shaking, sweat causing her long hair to stick messily to her neck while she flung one arm over her head. “You do realize that as soon as I recover, there’s going to be payback.”

“I’m counting on it,” she swore that his voice somehow got deeper.

She dared a glance down to see him very contentedly resting his chin against her stomach, watching her closely as she recuperated.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you sure you don’t wield some kind of sorcery?”

He laughed at that, rich and alluring and god dammit how could one man be so irresistible?

Once she had caught her breath, she beckoned him to her with a crooked finger, stealing a kiss before twisting to pin him under her.

He didn’t appear to be the least bit fazed when she straddled him, his hands settling easily on her hips.

The thrill of having all the power eased up her spine. She took to task, leaning in to press her mouth along the sharp angle of his cheekbone and then darting firefly kisses across the slant of his jaw. He tipped his head back to grant her more space, which she used to her advantage as she worked her way down his neck.

She explored him as thoroughly as he had her – leaving not an inch of his skin undiscovered in some way, until he was writhing beneath her touch and mumbling incoherently in his native tongue while she brought him to completion.

“This wasn’t meant to be a competition, you know,” Ari’s breath puffed at Nikita’s hair as they lay together after, the exhaustion seeping in even though they still had yet to fully make love.

“You started it,” she grumbled.

He shook his head, amused, and then pushed her tousled hair back from her eyes. “Technically you did after I slid this on your finger,” he toyed with the ring that was the sole item that remained on her now.

Her heart fluttered when he began to press small kisses to her fingertips. “There was only so long I could go on resisting you.”

He grinned but said nothing.

She sighed and traced patterns with her free hand along his chest. “I’m not exactly…good at this part.”

“What part?”

“Pillow talk,” she confessed. “Whenever Division sent me on missions that required seduction, I was in and out as quickly as possible, both to ensure that feelings wouldn’t develop and because I just hated it.”

“Is that because it felt so impersonal?”

“It felt like I was being used.”

He shifted so he could look at her directly. “Who ordered you?”

“Percy, usually. Michael once, and he promised me after that I would never have to again but by that point…” she paused in thought before explaining. “It’s given me a strange perspective on intimacy.”

“How so?”

She shrugged. “I never craved it, really. At least, I didn’t until I met you.”

His hand travelled slowly up and down her arm, pausing to stroke encouragingly at her shoulder. “And now? How has the perspective changed?”

“I don’t like the idea of not being able to share things with you, and frankly that scares me. It’s never been easy for me to get close to anyone and of course I have to go and fall for a man who’s often in another country and –

His fingers moved over her lips to shush her. “You think for one second that I’d leave you now?”

“I think we may not always have a choice.”

“Pushing reality to the side for a moment,” Ari re-situated so that he was propped up on one elbow. “If we were to just leave everything behind: your determination to take down Division, my ambition to move up at Gogol. Say we just pack a few bags and leave a proverbial note and take off…if I asked you to do that, would you?”

She sat up, gathering the twisted bedsheets to her chest. “Are you asking me to elope with you?”

“You already have a ring. I’ve already made a vow. Perhaps that’s what we’ve done.”

His words seemed to lift a weight from her. Suddenly, all she could picture was freedom – a life with him where she wasn’t constantly having to reconcile every decision that she made.

“If you asked me to run off tomorrow, I’d say yes.”

His face seemed to light up at the prospect and he kissed her enthusiastically.

A happy sound escaped Nikita as they fell back against the pillows. She returned the embrace just as fervently, teasing and coaxing at his mouth while they allowed their emotions to take control again.

“I can’t promise it will be easy, and we do need to take care of this business that I still have while here,” he pulled away, caressing along her cheek tenderly. “But as soon as I’m done here, I’m yours. Forever.”

“I like the sound of that,” she weaved her fingers into his hair, already lovingly mussed from their exertions. “For now, though, can you please stop delaying the inevitable? Make me yours. Completely.”

He did not need to be told another time, ducking his head for a passion-filled kiss, and joining with her in a decisive thrust.

His hands moved up her back to cradle her against him, her legs wrapping around his waist as they started off with a slow, easy motion.

A pleasurable symmetry was reached quickly, and she marveled over how right it felt to be one with him at last. They simply fit, like puzzle pieces meant to interlock together.

She clung to his shoulder blades, crying out when he changed his angle and buried deeper, their movements losing grace the longer their union went on.

Eventually, they reached their pinnacle, and nothing else mattered at all as they fell, entwined in every sense.

The sun peeked through the thin paper paneling, filtering directly over Nikita’s face, and luring her out of a peaceful slumber.

She looked down at her left hand, the brilliant sapphire glinting back at her in greeting, and smiled as she stretched lazily and twisted around to face Ari.

He was still dozing, the sheets pooled around his waist, breathing evenly, and managing to transfix her without saying a word.

Her heart began to race at the sight of him. It shouldn’t have been possible, but she was certain that her love for him had blossomed exponentially over the course of their night together.

In fact, a pleasant numbness remained within her body: evidence of how thorough he had been once their desire had been fully unleashed.

She cuddled close, touching her lips to his throat and waiting patiently for him to stir.

The hand that had remained slung over her waist began to trail a slow pattern up her back, indicating that he was starting to wake.

Grinning, she placed several kisses to his chest, and then moved up until she could reach his lips.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” she whispered, watching as those stunning eyes finally opened and caught her own.

“More fairy tale references?” he mumbled groggily, bringing a hand up to play with her hopelessly tousled hair.

“I was the one who compared you to a prince the other night, so it’s only fair that I carry the motif forward.”

“I’m far too tired to debate with you on the matter. So, Mrs. Tasarov. How does the day find you?”

Nikita beamed and drew him forward for an embrace that provided a better answer than words could. Still, she couldn’t resist replying. “Very well, Mr. Tasarov. It finds me very well.”

The End

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