That noise... Missy knew she was doing the right thing by not only kissing Nikita, but winding her fingers into her hair when she heard her make that quiet noise. It was one she had not heard in years, but one that she thought she would have known if she had not heard it for decades. And she only just kept from whimpering in protest when Nikita broke the kiss. She would have if the Russian had made any movement away from her, but that was not happening. No, she only shifted enough so that they were looking at each other. Missy had to swallow at the look she saw in those turquoise eyes, her own hardening in response to the question. But I deserve it. Only it was not exactly fair, was it? Because that was a future that was no longer a possibility, that had vanished the moment Eloisa had appeared in front of her with those red eyes blazing. And even if it had... well then, Missy's walls had started eroding when Nikita had called her and said that she did not want her dead.
But she doesn't know that, I never told her. Except in some way she really thought that she almost had. Who had she taken Kristen to after the demon attacks? The most important thing in her life and she had entrusted her safety to the person that she was really supposed to hate and want dead. If that did not say something...
Missy left her hand in Nikita's hair, though her grip changed so that she could run her fingers through the dark locks, reminding herself how it felt. Smooth and perfect... like her fingers just belonged there. Her other hand slid off of Nikita's and onto the small of her back, though her touch remained light. The last thing she needed to do right then was to set her off. "When the demons came, who did I take Kristen to?" she asked quietly, her eyes still on Nikita's, the defense that had slipped in ebbing away. "You called me one night and told me you didn't want me dead and when you did that you made it all... change. Then you saved me. Then I saw you with her." Missy would not admit that she had been looking for Nikita on her birthday with any hopes that she would... no, she would not admit it, not even in her own head, but her grasp on the other vampire had tightened again. I already told her that I was jealous of that, isn't that enough? She leaned forward, her lips just brushing over Nikita's, and she would have sworn she could feel sparks of electricity passing between them when she did not keep her mouth there but pulled back ever so slightly. Only a sheet of paper could have fit between them now. "I'm here now and I don't..." she swallowed hard. "I don't want to hesitate, I just want to kiss you." She just wanted to shut the voices in her head up, she just wanted to know what would happen, how it would feel. If it would be like she thought, if Nikita would let her... so many different things that could all be answered if she just kept kissing her for a change.