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seriousficTitle: What We Found In The War
Fandom: Nikita
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,775
Characters/Pairings: Nikita/Alex
Summary: Nikita's never had a family. She likes having one with Alex.
Old instincts died hard, and when Nikita heard her door opening, her hand inched to the knife she kept under her pillow. Then she heard the patter of little feet and, as if that weren't enough, Alex's whispers to keep quiet. So it came as no shock when Alex and Laura jumped into the bed with her and showered her with kisses.
"Aaah! Ahh! I'm under attack!" she cried as Laura got a hug locked around her neck. Alex sat back on the bed, laughing.
It'd been years since Percy had died, even longer since Division had been taken apart. And for all Nikita's talk of going after other nogoodniks and generally being Batman, this was so much better. She'd gotten a little sublet with Alex and forged a cover ID which would actually have people calling her by her real name.
Laura had been the tipping factor. She'd been just another loose end, once, a girl whose parents were going to sell her to some "filmmakers" for crack money. They'd tried to put her in the foster system, but Amanda had the idea that Laura knew something about Nikita from staying there. So they rescued her. Again. It had blown Alex's cover all to hell, but it was worth it.
And so they had just kind of… stayed together.
"Okay, I'm up, I'm up!" Nikita smiled at her girls. "You can call off the hounds."
Laura kissed Nikita a few more times on the cheek, even though she had surrendered, adding insult to injury. "I give the best kisses, right Mommy?"
Nikita traded a look with Alex. "I don't know. Your Mom is a pretty good kisser… maybe it's just that she gives kisses in different places than you."
"Where does she kiss you?"
Alex kissed Nikita on the forehead. "Get dressed, babe, you need to drive Laura to the thing."
Nikita threw the covers back. It was a Saturday, and one of the things she had really started to enjoy about not maintaining military discipline was sleeping in. Her bed tempted her like a saucy temptress. "You're not driving her?" she asked.
"No, I'm starting on the project."
"What project?"
"You know…" Alex made the 'innocent ears re: Laura' face that parents seemed to absorb via osmosis. "The one we decided could wait until we had the place to ourselves. Since it will be… loud. And scary."
"Mom wants to have sex," Laura announced.
Nikita smiled. "She's good at ferreting out classified information. Must get that from my side of the family."
Alex was scandalized. "We're not going to be… doing that! We're going to do adult things, like drinking coffee and watching movies in black and white."
"Mikey Dafoe says you have sex with fake penises because you don't have real ones."
Nikita's eyes nearly bulged out looking at Alex.
"He's a boy in her class," Alex said apologetically.
"Tell Mikey Dafoe his dad is having sex with his secretary. And it involves fake penises."
"Nicky!" Alex gave Nikita the Look. "You promised me you weren't going to do background checks."
"I lied. Spy." Nikita rolled out of bed and grabbed for a pair of mom jeans to replace her pajamas. As much as she missed dressing up in the latest fashions to sneak into a Yakuza meeting, playing PTA wasn't bad. Not when Alex was beside her in a summer dress.
***
By the time Nikita got out of the shower, Alex was filling a backpack for Laura. Nikita stopped to check out her reflection in the hall mirror. Old habits died hard – her stomach could still ricochet a dime. She'd have to throw a sweater on over her tanktop or she'd look a little out of place in a minivan.
"And here's some grapes and celery if you get hungry," Alex said, closing a lunchbox. "And don't just eat the yogurt and throw away the veggies. I'll know. With my spy-vision."
"Mom, Dalton's parents are going to take us to McDonald's for lunch."
"It never hurts to be prepared. When I was your age, if I was hungry, I could skin a… orange."
"I can skin a banana."
"And call us on your cell phone if anything seems off. We'll come right over and get you."
"Mom! Dalton's parents are, like, super-overprotective anyway. They won't even let him on the internet."
"Cold feet?" Nikita asked Alex, doing up her wet hair.
"No. I'm fine. Every American kid has a sleepover and it never ends badly… right?"
"They don't have sleepovers in the motherland?" Nikita teased.
"I don't think this is very funny," Alex said in her most serious tone. "I mean, how much do we really know about this 'Dalton'?"
"I know his parents' credit rating. Relax."
Alex crossed her arms and pouted. Now that she'd spent a few years with a de facto daughter, she didn't find Nikita's old protectiveness too funny. Nikita, on the other hand, was confident no one would mess with them. Mostly because she'd killed them all.
Nikita interlocked her fingers with Alex, pulling her arm out of its self-embrace. "You just have breakfast and think of the massage I'm going to give you when I get home. Okay babe?"
"Yeah, okay."
Nikita pecked her on the lips, just long enough to remind her of the real thing. "Love you."
"Love you too." Alex's lips still worked nervously as Nikita hoisted Laura's backpack and led her to the door. "Hey! If things don't work out, you can always bring Laura back and we can play Monopoly. Just… call ahead if you do. I would hate to… put coffee on if we're not going to be drinking coffee."
Laura tugged on Nikita's hand. "Mommy, make Mom stop talking about sex. It's icky."
"Keep thinking that until you're 21, squirt."
***
As tempting as it was to pull one of Dalton's parents aside and whisper about all the ways someone could be killed with the police ruling out murder, and the amazing correlation between victims of these methods and people who had even looked the wrong way at a single hair on Laura's head, Nikita just smiled to them and gave Laura one last hug. Then she drove back. Laura had been to school, daycare, and with babysitters. This was no different.
Besides, ever since Laura had started having nightmares that needed her to sleep in her mothers' bed (thanks, Watership Down), there'd been a very frustrating lack of mommy-mommy time. And Alex was on the home stretch to her thirties with breathtaking beauty. Her body had filled out voluptuously and she'd found a hairstyle that looked like liquid sex the instant a single hair came out of place, which was the usual result of shoving Alex against a wall and kissing her lips sore (Nikita's preferred method of saying "hi, honey, how was your day?").
Nikita gave her hair and make-up a quick check as she pulled into the driveway. Laura was going to be with Dalton all day, going to a museum and watching a movie and then having a sleepover. And when she got back, Nikita would have a very plausible explanation for why her mom couldn't walk straight.
"Nikita? You home?"
Nikita locked the door behind and put on all the chains. The door could keep out a nuclear explosion, which was good: if the apocalypse came, Nikita wanted to come first. "Yeah. It's me."
"You're alone?"
"Very."
"Come into the kitchen. I made you a snack."
Nikita slipped off her shoes and took off her sweater. Mom jeans and a wifebeater might not've been the most flattering ensemble she'd ever worn, but once Alex got down to the five hundred dollar bra and seven hundred dollar panties, she'd appreciate it a lot more.
"Mmm. I'm starving."
Alex had drawn the shades and lowered the lights and meticulously stripped the kitchen table of all the homework and old bills that had migrated there. She herself was the new centerpiece, lounging on the table like a goddess, naked, skin golden in the light of the candle she was holding. A layer of whipped cream covered some of Nikita's favorite features.
"Want my cherry?" Alex asked, batting at the stem of a fruit set in the cream over her crotch.
Nikita felt her throat go dry, and other parts of her body go very, very wet. As good as Alex was as a partner, as a companion, as a friend… she was absolutely amazing as a lover.
But she was Nikita, and she could play it cool. She went to a drawer and pulled out an ice cream scoop. "I don't know. I'm awfully hungry. You mind if I add a few courses?"
Alex wanted it as badly as she did, and Nikita could hear it all over her warning growl. "Nikita…"
Nikita grabbed a pint of ice cream from the fridge. Ben & Jerry's. Nothing but the best for her boo. The cold air hit Alex and the girl (it was hard to stop thinking of her that way, even after all these years) purred, moaned, flipped her hair.
Nikita set the ice cream and scoop between Alex's spread legs. Her fingers tip-toed up Alex's thigh, the little touch filling Alex's eyes with lust, but all Nikita did was pluck the cherry from her groin.
"This is just perfect to whet my appetite," she said, teeth pinching the cherry from its stem.
Alex might've whimpered.
Nikita opened the pint of ice cream and dug out two scoops, ladling them onto Alex's stomach. Alex definitely whimpered. Nikita put the ice cream scoop on her lips. "Don't. Move. I don't want to clean up any messes."
Alex licked the scoop, and Nikita might've found her cool seriously tested at the sight of Alex's long, perfect tongue. Every inch of her body knew that tongue very, very well. "This tastes so good, Nicky. You really should try some."
"I have." Nikita boxed up the ice cream. "And you know what it goes great with?"
As Nikita put the ice cream back in the fridge, she pulled out a jar of soon-to-be-hot fudge.
"Oh, Jesus, Nikita. Oh… that's not fair."
Nikita headed for the microwave.
"I was going to seduce you. I was going to have my way with you."
Nikita smirked as she punched the time code into the microwave. "Baby girl, all these years and you still think you can top me?"
"Mmm-hmm-mmm."
When Nikita turned around, Alex was licking whipped cream from her finger. "I might have started without you."
And Nikita waited very, very patiently as the fudge warmed up and Alex ran her finger over the whipped cream, and sucked it off her finger, and revealed more of what Nikita was sure was the sweetest pussy ever invented.
"You'll spoil your appetite," she said hoarsely.
The microwave rang. Nikita pulled out a jar of piping-hot fudge. Alex licked her lips as Nikita took each excruciatingly slow step toward her. Before she was within reach, Alex lowered her hand again, this time sinking her finger deep into the whipped cream, and pulling it out so slowly that Nikita could hear every decibel of her low, drawn-out moan.
"Want a taste?"
Despite Nikita's warning, they ended up making quite a mess.
***
"Bath's cold," Alex said, dipping her toe in.
She was smeared head to toe in melted ice cream, whipped cream, fudge, peanut butter, and a little cake frosting. This was Alex's new favorite way of clearing out the refrigerator.
She started draining the tub. "I had it all drawn so we could go straight from hot sex to a hot bath."
Nikita licked her shoulder. Her body was much the same as Alex's, although the sprinkles made her feel a little less dignified. "You're saying you didn't enjoy seconds?"
"I would've enjoyed a nine-course meal."
"Laura might be mad at that next time she earns a reward. I don't think she would appreciate hearing where you put her A+ waffle cones…"
Alex turned the water back on. Steam rose off the water, hitting their bodies in waves. "We can buy more ice cream."
"I might have to go with you next time. Pick out the right flavor."
"Oh God, Nicky, I'm going to think of this next time I'm at the supermarket."
"Because as delicious as Rocky Road is, I'm not sure it goes well with your flavor. Maybe some Häagen-Dazs… covering every inch of you…"
"Sounds expensive."
"Laura won't need a college fund if she gets a scholarship. And she got an A on her tadpole project." Nikita hugged Alex from behind. It may've been innocent, but she was just so… sticky. Then Nikita's hand dipped down to Alex's hips. "You know what? I think we should make a banana split."
Alex pulled Nikita into the tub and a few gallons had sloshed out onto the floor before they remembered to turn the water off.
***
"Want to do it on the bed, just for old time's sake?"
"I'm good."
Nikita was lying across the loveseat, held up only by the arm of the chair, with Alex sprawled between her legs, the back of her head on her breast. Both wore the matching Hers and Hers bathrobes that had started out as a gag gift and turned out to be quite comfortable. Nikita especially liked the part where Alex's robe was just barely tied together, so she could reach inside and stroke her fingers through Alex's wetness and feel her body strum. Emmanuelle was playing on the HDTV, and the only thing better than strumming Alex at random intervals was doing it during a sex scene that was really working for the girl. Alex had come three times in the last hour, each time sighing contentedly and snuggling deeper into Nikita's embrace.
Nikita ran her fingers across Alex's thigh, daringly close to her sex, and brought the taste of her to her mouth. God, she wanted to eat Alex out, but they were both so comfortable, and she wasn't that acrobatic…
"Nicky?" Alex leaned back so she could see Nikita's eyes.
Nikita moved her hand up to Alex's belly, where she could still make ripples that could be felt up in Alex's spine and head and smile, but wouldn't leave Alex speechless. "Mmm?"
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." Nikita let her hand dip lower, toward where it really wanted to go. "So far, I've only used one little finger…"
"No. Not for that. For this. The home, the family, you. You made it all possible. You gave it all to me."
"You helped me build it." Nikita tightened her arms around Alex. "I should be thanking you. If you hadn't been so you, I never would've fallen in love. I wouldn't have even thought I could have this."
"Movie's over. Take me to bed, Nikita. Have your way with me in a manly fashion."
With a wide grin, Nikita scooped Alex up and held her against herself as she took her to the bedroom and dropped her onto the covers. Alex finished off the knot on her belt and spread her bathrobe, and once more Nikita was caught off-guard by just how damn beautiful she was. She tore her eyes away to dig up a bag from the dresser.
"Uh, Nicky? My vagina is over here?" Alex demonstrated.
Nikita held up a gift bag. "Despite what you might think, I've been a little excited about having you all to myself. So I got a little something that will make it… very easy to show you how excited I am." When she took it out of the gift bag, Alex's eyes bulged. It was a lot to take in. Literally. "This end goes in me and this end… this end is for you."
Alex swallowed. She'd always been curious about toys, but Nikita'd rarely used them on her. Something about how innocent and vestal she was, like all she could stand from Nikita was kissing and a little tongue action. Well, she could take a lot more.
"I love you," she said.
Nikita shed her robe and crawled onto the bed. "Love you too," she said. "Let me show you how much."
Not that she could. If she had a million days set aside solely to worship Alex, she still couldn't convey how bleak her life had been before Alex was a part of it, how she now looked forward to each day with Alex in it. She'd never find a way to find the words to tell Alex how special she was to her.
But it was alright. Alex already knew.
Fandom: Nikita
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,775
Characters/Pairings: Nikita/Alex
Summary: Nikita's never had a family. She likes having one with Alex.
Old instincts died hard, and when Nikita heard her door opening, her hand inched to the knife she kept under her pillow. Then she heard the patter of little feet and, as if that weren't enough, Alex's whispers to keep quiet. So it came as no shock when Alex and Laura jumped into the bed with her and showered her with kisses.
"Aaah! Ahh! I'm under attack!" she cried as Laura got a hug locked around her neck. Alex sat back on the bed, laughing.
It'd been years since Percy had died, even longer since Division had been taken apart. And for all Nikita's talk of going after other nogoodniks and generally being Batman, this was so much better. She'd gotten a little sublet with Alex and forged a cover ID which would actually have people calling her by her real name.
Laura had been the tipping factor. She'd been just another loose end, once, a girl whose parents were going to sell her to some "filmmakers" for crack money. They'd tried to put her in the foster system, but Amanda had the idea that Laura knew something about Nikita from staying there. So they rescued her. Again. It had blown Alex's cover all to hell, but it was worth it.
And so they had just kind of… stayed together.
"Okay, I'm up, I'm up!" Nikita smiled at her girls. "You can call off the hounds."
Laura kissed Nikita a few more times on the cheek, even though she had surrendered, adding insult to injury. "I give the best kisses, right Mommy?"
Nikita traded a look with Alex. "I don't know. Your Mom is a pretty good kisser… maybe it's just that she gives kisses in different places than you."
"Where does she kiss you?"
Alex kissed Nikita on the forehead. "Get dressed, babe, you need to drive Laura to the thing."
Nikita threw the covers back. It was a Saturday, and one of the things she had really started to enjoy about not maintaining military discipline was sleeping in. Her bed tempted her like a saucy temptress. "You're not driving her?" she asked.
"No, I'm starting on the project."
"What project?"
"You know…" Alex made the 'innocent ears re: Laura' face that parents seemed to absorb via osmosis. "The one we decided could wait until we had the place to ourselves. Since it will be… loud. And scary."
"Mom wants to have sex," Laura announced.
Nikita smiled. "She's good at ferreting out classified information. Must get that from my side of the family."
Alex was scandalized. "We're not going to be… doing that! We're going to do adult things, like drinking coffee and watching movies in black and white."
"Mikey Dafoe says you have sex with fake penises because you don't have real ones."
Nikita's eyes nearly bulged out looking at Alex.
"He's a boy in her class," Alex said apologetically.
"Tell Mikey Dafoe his dad is having sex with his secretary. And it involves fake penises."
"Nicky!" Alex gave Nikita the Look. "You promised me you weren't going to do background checks."
"I lied. Spy." Nikita rolled out of bed and grabbed for a pair of mom jeans to replace her pajamas. As much as she missed dressing up in the latest fashions to sneak into a Yakuza meeting, playing PTA wasn't bad. Not when Alex was beside her in a summer dress.
***
By the time Nikita got out of the shower, Alex was filling a backpack for Laura. Nikita stopped to check out her reflection in the hall mirror. Old habits died hard – her stomach could still ricochet a dime. She'd have to throw a sweater on over her tanktop or she'd look a little out of place in a minivan.
"And here's some grapes and celery if you get hungry," Alex said, closing a lunchbox. "And don't just eat the yogurt and throw away the veggies. I'll know. With my spy-vision."
"Mom, Dalton's parents are going to take us to McDonald's for lunch."
"It never hurts to be prepared. When I was your age, if I was hungry, I could skin a… orange."
"I can skin a banana."
"And call us on your cell phone if anything seems off. We'll come right over and get you."
"Mom! Dalton's parents are, like, super-overprotective anyway. They won't even let him on the internet."
"Cold feet?" Nikita asked Alex, doing up her wet hair.
"No. I'm fine. Every American kid has a sleepover and it never ends badly… right?"
"They don't have sleepovers in the motherland?" Nikita teased.
"I don't think this is very funny," Alex said in her most serious tone. "I mean, how much do we really know about this 'Dalton'?"
"I know his parents' credit rating. Relax."
Alex crossed her arms and pouted. Now that she'd spent a few years with a de facto daughter, she didn't find Nikita's old protectiveness too funny. Nikita, on the other hand, was confident no one would mess with them. Mostly because she'd killed them all.
Nikita interlocked her fingers with Alex, pulling her arm out of its self-embrace. "You just have breakfast and think of the massage I'm going to give you when I get home. Okay babe?"
"Yeah, okay."
Nikita pecked her on the lips, just long enough to remind her of the real thing. "Love you."
"Love you too." Alex's lips still worked nervously as Nikita hoisted Laura's backpack and led her to the door. "Hey! If things don't work out, you can always bring Laura back and we can play Monopoly. Just… call ahead if you do. I would hate to… put coffee on if we're not going to be drinking coffee."
Laura tugged on Nikita's hand. "Mommy, make Mom stop talking about sex. It's icky."
"Keep thinking that until you're 21, squirt."
***
As tempting as it was to pull one of Dalton's parents aside and whisper about all the ways someone could be killed with the police ruling out murder, and the amazing correlation between victims of these methods and people who had even looked the wrong way at a single hair on Laura's head, Nikita just smiled to them and gave Laura one last hug. Then she drove back. Laura had been to school, daycare, and with babysitters. This was no different.
Besides, ever since Laura had started having nightmares that needed her to sleep in her mothers' bed (thanks, Watership Down), there'd been a very frustrating lack of mommy-mommy time. And Alex was on the home stretch to her thirties with breathtaking beauty. Her body had filled out voluptuously and she'd found a hairstyle that looked like liquid sex the instant a single hair came out of place, which was the usual result of shoving Alex against a wall and kissing her lips sore (Nikita's preferred method of saying "hi, honey, how was your day?").
Nikita gave her hair and make-up a quick check as she pulled into the driveway. Laura was going to be with Dalton all day, going to a museum and watching a movie and then having a sleepover. And when she got back, Nikita would have a very plausible explanation for why her mom couldn't walk straight.
"Nikita? You home?"
Nikita locked the door behind and put on all the chains. The door could keep out a nuclear explosion, which was good: if the apocalypse came, Nikita wanted to come first. "Yeah. It's me."
"You're alone?"
"Very."
"Come into the kitchen. I made you a snack."
Nikita slipped off her shoes and took off her sweater. Mom jeans and a wifebeater might not've been the most flattering ensemble she'd ever worn, but once Alex got down to the five hundred dollar bra and seven hundred dollar panties, she'd appreciate it a lot more.
"Mmm. I'm starving."
Alex had drawn the shades and lowered the lights and meticulously stripped the kitchen table of all the homework and old bills that had migrated there. She herself was the new centerpiece, lounging on the table like a goddess, naked, skin golden in the light of the candle she was holding. A layer of whipped cream covered some of Nikita's favorite features.
"Want my cherry?" Alex asked, batting at the stem of a fruit set in the cream over her crotch.
Nikita felt her throat go dry, and other parts of her body go very, very wet. As good as Alex was as a partner, as a companion, as a friend… she was absolutely amazing as a lover.
But she was Nikita, and she could play it cool. She went to a drawer and pulled out an ice cream scoop. "I don't know. I'm awfully hungry. You mind if I add a few courses?"
Alex wanted it as badly as she did, and Nikita could hear it all over her warning growl. "Nikita…"
Nikita grabbed a pint of ice cream from the fridge. Ben & Jerry's. Nothing but the best for her boo. The cold air hit Alex and the girl (it was hard to stop thinking of her that way, even after all these years) purred, moaned, flipped her hair.
Nikita set the ice cream and scoop between Alex's spread legs. Her fingers tip-toed up Alex's thigh, the little touch filling Alex's eyes with lust, but all Nikita did was pluck the cherry from her groin.
"This is just perfect to whet my appetite," she said, teeth pinching the cherry from its stem.
Alex might've whimpered.
Nikita opened the pint of ice cream and dug out two scoops, ladling them onto Alex's stomach. Alex definitely whimpered. Nikita put the ice cream scoop on her lips. "Don't. Move. I don't want to clean up any messes."
Alex licked the scoop, and Nikita might've found her cool seriously tested at the sight of Alex's long, perfect tongue. Every inch of her body knew that tongue very, very well. "This tastes so good, Nicky. You really should try some."
"I have." Nikita boxed up the ice cream. "And you know what it goes great with?"
As Nikita put the ice cream back in the fridge, she pulled out a jar of soon-to-be-hot fudge.
"Oh, Jesus, Nikita. Oh… that's not fair."
Nikita headed for the microwave.
"I was going to seduce you. I was going to have my way with you."
Nikita smirked as she punched the time code into the microwave. "Baby girl, all these years and you still think you can top me?"
"Mmm-hmm-mmm."
When Nikita turned around, Alex was licking whipped cream from her finger. "I might have started without you."
And Nikita waited very, very patiently as the fudge warmed up and Alex ran her finger over the whipped cream, and sucked it off her finger, and revealed more of what Nikita was sure was the sweetest pussy ever invented.
"You'll spoil your appetite," she said hoarsely.
The microwave rang. Nikita pulled out a jar of piping-hot fudge. Alex licked her lips as Nikita took each excruciatingly slow step toward her. Before she was within reach, Alex lowered her hand again, this time sinking her finger deep into the whipped cream, and pulling it out so slowly that Nikita could hear every decibel of her low, drawn-out moan.
"Want a taste?"
Despite Nikita's warning, they ended up making quite a mess.
***
"Bath's cold," Alex said, dipping her toe in.
She was smeared head to toe in melted ice cream, whipped cream, fudge, peanut butter, and a little cake frosting. This was Alex's new favorite way of clearing out the refrigerator.
She started draining the tub. "I had it all drawn so we could go straight from hot sex to a hot bath."
Nikita licked her shoulder. Her body was much the same as Alex's, although the sprinkles made her feel a little less dignified. "You're saying you didn't enjoy seconds?"
"I would've enjoyed a nine-course meal."
"Laura might be mad at that next time she earns a reward. I don't think she would appreciate hearing where you put her A+ waffle cones…"
Alex turned the water back on. Steam rose off the water, hitting their bodies in waves. "We can buy more ice cream."
"I might have to go with you next time. Pick out the right flavor."
"Oh God, Nicky, I'm going to think of this next time I'm at the supermarket."
"Because as delicious as Rocky Road is, I'm not sure it goes well with your flavor. Maybe some Häagen-Dazs… covering every inch of you…"
"Sounds expensive."
"Laura won't need a college fund if she gets a scholarship. And she got an A on her tadpole project." Nikita hugged Alex from behind. It may've been innocent, but she was just so… sticky. Then Nikita's hand dipped down to Alex's hips. "You know what? I think we should make a banana split."
Alex pulled Nikita into the tub and a few gallons had sloshed out onto the floor before they remembered to turn the water off.
***
"Want to do it on the bed, just for old time's sake?"
"I'm good."
Nikita was lying across the loveseat, held up only by the arm of the chair, with Alex sprawled between her legs, the back of her head on her breast. Both wore the matching Hers and Hers bathrobes that had started out as a gag gift and turned out to be quite comfortable. Nikita especially liked the part where Alex's robe was just barely tied together, so she could reach inside and stroke her fingers through Alex's wetness and feel her body strum. Emmanuelle was playing on the HDTV, and the only thing better than strumming Alex at random intervals was doing it during a sex scene that was really working for the girl. Alex had come three times in the last hour, each time sighing contentedly and snuggling deeper into Nikita's embrace.
Nikita ran her fingers across Alex's thigh, daringly close to her sex, and brought the taste of her to her mouth. God, she wanted to eat Alex out, but they were both so comfortable, and she wasn't that acrobatic…
"Nicky?" Alex leaned back so she could see Nikita's eyes.
Nikita moved her hand up to Alex's belly, where she could still make ripples that could be felt up in Alex's spine and head and smile, but wouldn't leave Alex speechless. "Mmm?"
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." Nikita let her hand dip lower, toward where it really wanted to go. "So far, I've only used one little finger…"
"No. Not for that. For this. The home, the family, you. You made it all possible. You gave it all to me."
"You helped me build it." Nikita tightened her arms around Alex. "I should be thanking you. If you hadn't been so you, I never would've fallen in love. I wouldn't have even thought I could have this."
"Movie's over. Take me to bed, Nikita. Have your way with me in a manly fashion."
With a wide grin, Nikita scooped Alex up and held her against herself as she took her to the bedroom and dropped her onto the covers. Alex finished off the knot on her belt and spread her bathrobe, and once more Nikita was caught off-guard by just how damn beautiful she was. She tore her eyes away to dig up a bag from the dresser.
"Uh, Nicky? My vagina is over here?" Alex demonstrated.
Nikita held up a gift bag. "Despite what you might think, I've been a little excited about having you all to myself. So I got a little something that will make it… very easy to show you how excited I am." When she took it out of the gift bag, Alex's eyes bulged. It was a lot to take in. Literally. "This end goes in me and this end… this end is for you."
Alex swallowed. She'd always been curious about toys, but Nikita'd rarely used them on her. Something about how innocent and vestal she was, like all she could stand from Nikita was kissing and a little tongue action. Well, she could take a lot more.
"I love you," she said.
Nikita shed her robe and crawled onto the bed. "Love you too," she said. "Let me show you how much."
Not that she could. If she had a million days set aside solely to worship Alex, she still couldn't convey how bleak her life had been before Alex was a part of it, how she now looked forward to each day with Alex in it. She'd never find a way to find the words to tell Alex how special she was to her.
But it was alright. Alex already knew.
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Date: 2011-03-14 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-14 07:43 pm (UTC)"Have your way with me in a manly fashion."
Gosh you had me cracking up. Thanks for the post!
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:04 pm (UTC)this is the first family fic i read about them and i simply loved it.. Laura seems a smart cookie..
i hope to read more of this soon..
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Date: 2011-03-15 04:13 pm (UTC)Hilariously awesome metaphor: "Just… call ahead if you do. I would hate to… put coffee on if we're not going to be drinking coffee."
I really enjoyed this.