Fire and Ice
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G through L › La Femme Nikita
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,313
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own La Femme Nikita, nor any of it's characters. I do not own any of the music borrowed or mentioned. I make no money from the making of this story and make no claim to the contrary.
Chapter Two
Title: Fire and Ice.
Author: Me.
Fandom: La Femme Nikita.
Pairing: Michael/Emilie.
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Summary: A new girl has come to Section. And she is going to show them EXACTLY how to live again.
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Chapter Two:
Their shopping day was delayed. Michael had a mission and Nikita couldn't very well go with him. She was already off on another 'job'. So Operations made the decision to send Emilie with him. This would be what SOME deemed a deep cover mission, but Operations had the faith that Emilie would weather it well. The man knew that it very well may take months, even a year, for a mission like this. But he still had faith in Emilie's ability. Operations had the basics ready for them, sitting in the back of a soccer mom van. He got a glare at Emilie for it, but when Michael turned on the van and the air conditioning kicked on, the 19 year old found herself sighing in relief. Their mission was in the next state and the duo sat in relative silence the entire way there. The only time they actually spoke was how they were going to make things look, when they met with the real estate agent. He was the wealthy boyfriend from old money, she the college freshman girlfriend.
Michael talked to the real estate agent and Emilie sat in the 'trunk' of the van, on the only free spot there was...surprisingly.
"Em, darling," He called to her, waving her over.
"Just a tic," She replied before slipping gracefully to her feet.
She turned around and stood up on her toes so that she could close the back of the van. She knew that Michael and the male real estate agent had to be watching, so she stretched herself a bit. Michael watched as the back of her shirt went up, revealing a sliver of skin underneath. Michael found himself staring, gulping almost audibly when she did close the back of the van finally, her firm rounded ass bouncing in those tight...Michael shook his head for a moment, to try and gather himself. Emilie smiled at Michael impishly when she walked over. When she reached the two of them, she wormed her way under Michael's arm, forcing him to have to put it around her after she laid her head against him and wrapped her arms about his waist. Then she looked up at him. The look from him was clear, they WOULD be having words about this.
"Yes, honey?" She said finally.
Michael dangled the keys, too shocked to silence. They had got the place, not that Michael had any doubts. Emilie put on a 'cheer' face, squealing on cue, taking the keys from him. She practically skipped to the door, bending for good measure when she went to unlock it. The real estate agent gave Michael a look, one that...unmistakably...said 'you lucky, fucker'. Emilie let herself have a rare moment of awe at the huge townhouse, wondering if her uncle would let her keep the place. She listened as Michael said goodbye to the real estate agent, walking in a little further so that Michael could close the door behind him.
"And just WHAT was that?" Michael asked.
"Madeline suggested that I play the seemingly brain dead sorority row chit," She admitted.
"Since when did you listen to HER?"
"When Uncle Paul said that he would start a pool on how long until I make you crack."
Author: Me.
Fandom: La Femme Nikita.
Pairing: Michael/Emilie.
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Summary: A new girl has come to Section. And she is going to show them EXACTLY how to live again.
.................
Chapter Two:
Their shopping day was delayed. Michael had a mission and Nikita couldn't very well go with him. She was already off on another 'job'. So Operations made the decision to send Emilie with him. This would be what SOME deemed a deep cover mission, but Operations had the faith that Emilie would weather it well. The man knew that it very well may take months, even a year, for a mission like this. But he still had faith in Emilie's ability. Operations had the basics ready for them, sitting in the back of a soccer mom van. He got a glare at Emilie for it, but when Michael turned on the van and the air conditioning kicked on, the 19 year old found herself sighing in relief. Their mission was in the next state and the duo sat in relative silence the entire way there. The only time they actually spoke was how they were going to make things look, when they met with the real estate agent. He was the wealthy boyfriend from old money, she the college freshman girlfriend.
Michael talked to the real estate agent and Emilie sat in the 'trunk' of the van, on the only free spot there was...surprisingly.
"Em, darling," He called to her, waving her over.
"Just a tic," She replied before slipping gracefully to her feet.
She turned around and stood up on her toes so that she could close the back of the van. She knew that Michael and the male real estate agent had to be watching, so she stretched herself a bit. Michael watched as the back of her shirt went up, revealing a sliver of skin underneath. Michael found himself staring, gulping almost audibly when she did close the back of the van finally, her firm rounded ass bouncing in those tight...Michael shook his head for a moment, to try and gather himself. Emilie smiled at Michael impishly when she walked over. When she reached the two of them, she wormed her way under Michael's arm, forcing him to have to put it around her after she laid her head against him and wrapped her arms about his waist. Then she looked up at him. The look from him was clear, they WOULD be having words about this.
"Yes, honey?" She said finally.
Michael dangled the keys, too shocked to silence. They had got the place, not that Michael had any doubts. Emilie put on a 'cheer' face, squealing on cue, taking the keys from him. She practically skipped to the door, bending for good measure when she went to unlock it. The real estate agent gave Michael a look, one that...unmistakably...said 'you lucky, fucker'. Emilie let herself have a rare moment of awe at the huge townhouse, wondering if her uncle would let her keep the place. She listened as Michael said goodbye to the real estate agent, walking in a little further so that Michael could close the door behind him.
"And just WHAT was that?" Michael asked.
"Madeline suggested that I play the seemingly brain dead sorority row chit," She admitted.
"Since when did you listen to HER?"
"When Uncle Paul said that he would start a pool on how long until I make you crack."