The bed. Missy would have sworn that her still heart took a leap when she realized that not only had they reached the bed, but Nikita had shifted them so that she was the one whose legs were against it. The pressure was practically unnecessary, Missy wanted to sit down, and she did it eagerly. Her face turned up to regard the Russian and a shiver ran down her spine when she saw that she was biting at her lip. The last time that she had been looking up at Nikita from this bed there had been anger flashing in both of their eyes and she had been pressing at every single one of her buttons with the goal of driving her over the edge. And oh had she ever succeeded. For a moment she had thought that the Russian was going to throw her out of the window. But now... She shifted her head around to make the removal of her scarf easier. She did not care that Nikita was going to be looking at her scars, did not even flinch when her palm ghosted over her neck. These were things that she had hidden from Jadyn, that she had needed to hide from her, but with Nikita... she did not have to. The other vampire had been there when it had happened, she had seen every instant of it, she had kept her and she... did not care. She touched that part of her body with no hesitation and Missy let out a quiet moan to let her know just how much she appreciated it, one that was muffled when her lips were covered by the brunette's.
She had forgotten how soft those lips could be.
One of her hands found its way back up into Nikita's hair as they kissed and - if she had had any desire to break the kiss - she would have told her that she could really just take that top off already. Instead she found herself at a loss for words as she felt herself once again being pressed back, this time so that she was laying on her back. Her free hand skated its way up Nikita's side. The top the Russian was wearing clung to her in such a way that she was only just able to slide a few fingers up underneath the edge. "You are stunning," the words bubbled out without Missy realizing what she was saying, but she would not have taken them back as Nikita moved over top of her. Her nails dug into the small of her back, tugging her down closer so that she could press her lips into the crook of her neck, tongue flicking out against the cool skin. Her hand continued to work at the top. She had no idea of how it worked, but she knew one thing: she was suddenly very determined to get it off. "Take it off." Missy's voice had a note of longing in it as she pulled back to look at Nikita, nipping at her lip when she did. "Now."