Missy did feel the tension that came into Nikita's face when she touched her jaw, and it caused her to wonder if she had made a mistake by touching her. But she knew that if she moved away that would always be a mistake and it was that which caused her to stay where she was. That and the other desires that had been floating around in her mind ever since she had been brought into this house... no, ever since Nikita had called her home that night and revealed that she did not want her dead. Since she had started to have to consider admitting to herself that she did not want the vampire with turquoise eyes dead either, otherwise she would have shot her right through the heart so many times... She could have done it. Hell, how many times could she have done it since she woke up with no heartbeat? Should have done it, according to every word that had been spoken to her by every other member of the Peloe family who was not still alive. For bringing her back to life as the very thing that she had spent the entirety of her life hating and hunting and sending that wall she had so carefully constructed crashing; turning it into rubble the moment she had followed her back into her bedroom after her birthday when she had seen that redhead on top of her... a memory that still made her throat ache and her fists want to clench. She hoped she never saw that redhead again, because something told her that the woman was much older than her and that she should not just go up and hit her or else she might wake up regretting it, if she woke up at all.
Nikita was not moving slowly, not at all, but it seemed like she was as her arms moved and her hands went to Missy's hips. The blonde did not fight against the motion, letting herself be moved forward without an offer of protest. She did not press herself any harder against the other vampire, feeling the hesitation in the kiss, instead just letting herself be held there. Her thoughts did race at the fact that it had been - for the first time - been Nikita to kiss her. Every time before it had been her to press this action and if Nikita had kissed her then it had been second. Her hand slid up from where it had been resting and back into Nikita's hair, resting there as she returned the light kiss she was given, allowing it to end only because of the hesitation she could sense. And then she did not pull away, only rested her forehead against Nikita's. If she pulled away or let go... Nikita had a habit of moving off like a frightened deer. Missy's other hand had already snaked down to lay over one of the ones on her hip as though to say 'stay'.
And after a moment had passed between that first kiss, Missy - who could feel the rubble continuing to just fall to dust inside of her - leaned in for another. This one was less uncertain because Missy herself was not uncertain, she knew what she wanted in that moment and that was to kiss and continue kissing Nikita, and to see what happened if the Russian did not push or pull away from her. The fingers in her hair tightened ever so slightly. Nikita would have to be the one to move, because Missy had no intentions of being the one to move, the feelings that Nikita had stirred up with that kiss would not have allowed it.