The sun is shining brightly in the small window of Nikita's room. Despite of all the events that had taken place the previous night, Michael could not bring himself to sleep. He couldn't. He is afraid that if he closed his eyes, Nikita would leave him again. No, he will not let that happen again. Not this time; not ever. Instead, he lays next to her and watches her intently. He stares at her face, remembering every little feature and a smile escapes his lips as he realizes that nothing has changed; she is still as beautiful as he remembers. Nikita lays on her stomach, showing her bare back and sheet covering her lower region. God he missed her. He missed this; the sight of her naked body, sleeping peacefully next to him. He can't believe that this day would ever come. He's always been an optimistic guy but after everything he has been through these past years, he almost lost hope. But that doesn't matter anymore because she is here, by his side. He strokes her back and trail kisses on her shoulder. Surprisingly, Nikita doesn't even move. Michael couldn't help but chuckle because for all the years he's known her, Nikita has always been a light sleeper. But today, this morning, she sleeps peacefully. She has not slept like this in a very long time. She hasn't felt this secure and home in a very long time, and having Michael by her side gives her that sense of comfort and security she has been longing for.

Michael gets up from bed and walks towards the jacket laying on the wooden floor. He picks it up and reaches for the pocket. He then retrieves a tiny box; the very same tiny box he brought to Hong Kong that carried Nikita's engagement ring.

"Michael?" Nikita calls, eyes still shut.

"Shhh..I'm right here. Go back to sleep," he says, heading back to the bed.

He sits next to her still naked body and begins trailing kisses down her bare back. Nikita moans at the sensation and turns around to face Michael. She opens her eyes and sees him staring down at her with a sad look on his face. With that she immediately sits up and reaches for his face. He can see the concern in her eyes and he quickly drops his head down to avoid her gaze.

"Hey, look at me. Look at me," she says. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Michael, talk to me. Please," she pleads.

"I just..I just don't want this moment to end. I don't want to wake up one morning and-" she puts her index finger on his lips.

"Shh..that will never happen again," she assures him.

Michael's eyes light up and grabs Nikita's face with both hands. He kisses her so gently and passionately, then he pulls the tiny box from behind and takes out the shiny ring. Nikita suddenly becomes emotional at the sight of the ring. She has missed that ring and never thought she'll ever see it again, let alone wear it.

"Oh, Michael," she says, voice cracking.

"Nikita, will you-"

He doesn't even get the chance to finish the question. Nikita quickly crashes her lips into his. Without breaking the kiss, Michael expertly slips the ring to Nikita's finger. She pulls him down with her on the bed.

She pulls away and both of them stare at each others' eyes.

"Make love to me," she says, eyes still fixed on Michael's.

Michael closes his eyes and kisses her again, only this time, the kiss is full of love, need and passion. He breaks the kiss and looks right into her eyes. He caresses her cheek with his left hand and stroking her hair with the right. Nikita looks right at him in return. They stare at each other for a while. They didn't speak but their eyes tell it all. Although words are not spoken, they know exactly what the other is thinking and feeling. And with that, Michael pulls Nikita's chin and kisses her on the lips.

"Make love to me, Michael" she says breathlessly. "Hold me, please."

Michael responds by parting Nikita's legs, and quickly positioning himself at her entrance. He looks up at her and sees her watching him with so much love and passion.

"Michael, please" she pleads, eyes still fixed on his.

He enters her and both of them freeze and throw their heads back, then he pulls back Nikita's head to look in her eyes. "Say my name, Nikita," he says, breathing heavily. "I want to hear you say it. Please."

Nikita feels a sudden rush of guilt. She knows why Michael wants her to say his name. She knows he still pictures her in bed with Jeff and she knows that those thoughts are eating him up inside and driving him crazy.

"Michael," she finally says, almost out of breath. She tries so hard to focus on Michael, fighting so hard not to lose herself in this feeling of extreme pleasure and bliss.

Michael smiles but still not quite satisfied. He pushes in and out, then stops.

"Michael, don't.." Nikita says.

"Tell me I'm still the one," he says, eyes begging for her to tell him, to reassure him.

Nikita grabs his face, "Michael, it's still you. It's always been you. What happened-That, that was a mistake."

With that he crashes his lips onto hers. He continues thrusting and moaning her name, and Nikita calls his name in return. Then they hear a sudden knock on the door. Both of them suddenly stop, and Nikita pushes Michael off of her. She carefully takes a peek out the window and sees Jeff carrying some coffee and croissant.

"Oh, damn!" she says quietly to herself.

"Why? Who is it?"

"Uhm. It's-"

"Jeff?" he asks annoyingly.

Nikita nods her head and she can see Michael's irritation and jealousy.

"You gotta go," she says, her head down, avoiding his gaze.

"What?" he asks in disbelief.

"He can't see us here together. Michael, please? Don't make this harder than it already is. I promise I will fix this."

"Nikita-"

"Please?"

Jeff continues to knock on the door. "Margaret, it's me. The most handsome man on this island."

"Coming, Jeff. Give me a minute," she yells back.

She pushes Michael towards the back door. "Go, now."

She kisses him on the lips and he uses this opportunity to grab her. He grabs her, kisses her with deep passion and lust, and slams her body down the dining table. The loud crash makes Jeff worry.

"Margaret! Are you okay?" he yells from just outside the door.

Panting heavily and catching her breath, "Yes, I'm fine. Give me a minute!"

They continue making out. Nikita wants to push Michael off of her but couldn't seem to stop. She wants this; wants him.

Michael wastes no time. He lifts Nikita's shirt so aggresively and passionately, not caring that Jeff could barge in any minute. He then moves on to her panties. He removes them and throws them across the room.

"Hey! Don't-" Nikita tries to protest but Michael catches her lips again.

He enters her and begin pounding her hard and fast. Nikita's head is spinning. God she is so aroused; more aroused that she was the previous night. What they're doing right now, right here, is out of pure lust and thrill. He keeps pounding, harder, faster and deeper, and within seconds, Nikita reaches orgasm.

Michael looks down and sees Nikita falling apart. He knows that look. He has seen it many times before. And before she even has the chance to scream, Michael places his hand over her mouth to silence her. He felt her scream under his palm and he is very pleased with her reaction. A few more thrusts and he follows. And this time, it is Nikita's turn to cover his mouth.

Michael gets off of her with a victorious smirk on his face.

"Get that smirk off your face," she says smiling. "Now tell me, where the hell is my underwear?"

"I'll let Jeff find it," he teases, making his way to the door. "I'll see you tonight."

Nikita closes the door and straightens herself up. She walks towards the front door and opens it.

"Hi. Sorry for the wait."

"Coffee?"