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Date Posted: 05:23:10 03/07/01 Wed
Mirage - 11
When Michael got home this evening, it was late- even for him. His car watch showed 2.14 a.m. when he finally got out of the car and took the elevator to the apartment. Nikita would probably be asleep; it had been a hard day for her, too. He missed her. Having a recruit changed her schedule and she hadn’t come to see him today. Only one day without seeing her and he already missed her. Talk about weaknesses.
As he opened the door, he couldn’t have wished for a more beautiful sight; his wife, still fully dressed, soundly asleep on the couch. He smiled and shut the door with a soft click. Nikita didn’t stir. He slowly approached her, lying his coat on a chair and kneeled in front of the couch so he could see her face. It was peaceful; she looked like an angel with her blonde hair around her face. Michael didn’t want to wake her but he couldn’t resist the temptation. He gently touched her lips with his, letting them linger there for a moment before he leaned back and cupped her face with his hands.
Nikita’s eyes fluttered open and when she saw Michael she smiled broadly and embraced him. It was an awkward position: she, still lying half on the couch, he, sitting on the wooden floor. But it didn’t matter now. He was home, with her; that was all that mattered.
She awoke in the morning, feeling quite refreshed and relaxed despite it was just 6.30 a.m. The smell of fresh coffee greeted her, which could mean only one thing: Michael was still home. The last week had been pure stress, due to the absence of both him and her for a week. Not that Madeline wasn’t capable of doing her job, but one person alone couldn’t run Section, not even Madeline.
Michael was making French toast when a pair of warm arms slipped around his waist and he was greeted by Nikita’s somewhat sleepy “Good morning”. He grinned faintly. She’d never been a morning person and could have a very bad mood if she didn’t get enough sleep- a fact that Michael had learned the hard way.
“Good morning. Slept well?” “Mmmh.” Nikita murmured. “I always sleep good with you beside me...” Which wasn’t too often in this days, he knew that. As Operations he always had to be on call and near headquarters. Some of the Sub Stations were revamped and in headquarters itself a new area especially for trainees was built; and sometimes when Michael’s work was done he’d look at his watch only to realize that it was already morning. But Nikita had known this when she married him and she never complained- almost never.
Although they talked during breakfast, they only talked about things a normal couple would discuss, too: a new novel, the articles in the newspaper (although the articles about politics were awfully wrong sometimes) and Nikita wanted to do a bit redecorating. Again.
But they avoided the topic Section One almost completely- it was an unspoken agreement between them not to discuss job related matters in their free time unless it was necessary. It was an attempt to beware a sense of normality and to keep their job separated from the rest of their life- the most time they spend in Section anyway and although relationships were generally allowed, open displays of affection were not. Most of the operatives didn’t even know that Michael and Nikita were married; it was better so and they had decided to keep it that way.
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