Part of Missy wanted to demand that Nikita just say something in respond to what she had instead of just staring at her, or do something, other than just staring at her and making her wonder what was going to happen next. Was she going to run or turn away from her again? Missy thought that something in her might well shrivel and place itself behind a wall that would never come down again if she did that this time. Just as she was starting to feel like that was what would happen, Nikita's grip on her tightened. An actual moan sounded deep in her throat at the feel of that kiss. This was not the other ones the Russian had given her. Even the hard ones that night in her bedroom had been different; forceful but not... there was need and desire in the kiss and the touch of her hand and Missy melted into the hand touching her face. God yes. The furthest thing from her mind were worries about Katia or the world outside and - possibly to her shame if she had remembered it - the other brunette in her life, the one she was supposed to be dating. All that mattered right now was that Nikita was kissing her like she was the only thing in the world and she just wanted her to keep going. The whimper that slipped out when the kiss slowed was not a real protest, just a noise she could not hold back.
Goosebumps rose to mark the trail that Nikita traced out over her skin, her fingers easily twining with the other woman's. Missy asked no questions as Nikita turned and did not hesitate or linger or make it necessary for her to be pulled, she simply went along. Not for the first time she realized that if she had had a heart it would have been thudding out of control when she realized where they were going. Not the living room, not Nikita's office... but her bedroom. That was her door opening... that was Missy's hand going out behind her to close the door and twist the lock. Her lips twisted in a small, amused smile and she shrugged one shoulder. "I don't want to be interrupted," she murmured. Then her arms came up to wrap around Nikita's neck. She felt as though she was in one of her dreams and she was going to make it last for as long as she could before something woke her up. This time both of her hands toyed with the ends of Nikita's hair and she allowed herself to actually enjoy it instead of having it be a secondary sort of thing. "I like your hair like this." Having said that, she leaned in to kiss her again, going so far as to drag the tips of her fangs against Nikita's lower lip. Something in her leaped excitedly at that - she had never done that before - and she found herself doing it again, her fingers tangling themselves in that dark hair as she took a step forward, away from the door.