Nikita’s stomach tightened as she watched Missy turn the lock on the door. No interruptions: no one to distract them or keep them from what was to come next. She didn’t want to stop this, but there was a weight to the realization that there would be nothing to get in the way but themselves. Even if her mind had been engaged at the moment, it was unlikely that she would have realized that that was all there ever stood in their way before. Missy had her family and all the baggage that came with their deaths, and Nikita had her pride and the unhealed wounds that stemmed from being rejected. If she was to put money on which of them would have bent first, she would have chosen neither: both of them had a stubborn streak to match the other. She drew Missy closer once her hands returned to the other woman’s waist. Though she had kissed Missy plenty of times since her turning, which was an interesting experience in and of itself, it was the first time that her attention was directly drawn to the fangs. A shudder ran down her spine at the sensation of the sharp tip rubbing across her lips; it was surprising, but not altogether unwelcome. Nikita made sure Missy knew that by signaling it with a small whimper.
She took the other woman’s lead and pulled her a few steps further until they had crossed the better part of the room and were standing against her bed. Firm hands guided Missy until her back was to the bed and Nikita gently pressed the other woman to take a seat. Biting her lip, she looked down at Missy. Her hands reached out to tuck the blonde’s hair behind both ears, taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful she was. How long ago had it been now since Missy had been on her bed? Barely a month ago, and so much had changed. Recalling the memory of how the new vampire had pushed Nikita to the point of choking her, her hand drifted down along her neck. She tugged off the scared and threw it unceremoniously to the ground. When she returned to Missy’s neck, her palm caressed the soft skin at the base. Ever so slightly, she tightened her grip, though it was not enough to even remotely be considered threatening. She leaned forward pressed a soft kiss to Missy’s lips. It didn’t take long for it to grow into something much more passionate. Nikita released her hold but did not break contact with the other woman. She positioned her hand to the center of Missy’s chest, placed so that her thumb could toy with the collar of her top. Just as she had motioned for her to sit, Nikita pressed Missy back so that she would take a lying position on the bed. She had already poised herself to crawl over top of her once she did.