Re: Nikita & Oliver
Nikita knew what it had been like for her when finding a job, but while it had taken some time, she now had a job that she loved. Was it the career of dreams? No, but after everything, Nikita was quite content and happy with it. No dead bodies or people trying to kill her, which was a win and one that she’d take while here. Plus she was great at training people to fight so she was putting her own skills to use. If she could pass on some helpful advice when it came to deciding on a job, then she would. Even more so when she knew Oliver was probably having a hard time deciding like she had.
“Oh can I now?” She teased, smiling when noticing that his cheeks flushed a bit at her comment. “I’m glad to hear that since I definitely don’t mind the view,” her fingers briefly moved under his shirt for only a few moments before pulling back. Unless someone was really paying attention, they wouldn’t have noticed. Nikita looked over to the booths that he was talking about, thinking about it, and she had to admit she was debating about his idea.
Before she could say anything though, she lost herself for a moment at him kissing along her jawline, moving her head to capture his lips against hers. “If we did that, I might not be able to keep my hands to myself. Though maybe a little later we can go back to my place and you can stay the night.” She offered to him, hoping he caught on to what she was really wanting. Though she was sure he knew, Nikita wanted to make sure, leaning near his ear to whisper softly, “Not that I plan for us to be sleeping much.”