Hey everyone. So I've decided to do this series of stories as one shots so they may not always be chronological. I just like the idea of taking a peak into what Nyssa and Sara's relationship was like before they broke up. So each one is like a snapshot of their time together. I hope these satisfy the Nyssara fans, I know you're out there. Also, each one is going to be from the point of view of one of the women and I will mark it at the top to indicate who. They are meant to be intimate so there won't be many other characters usually, hope that's okay. Any updates will be apart of this posting, meaning each chapter I add will show under this story. So if you want to stay in the loop for additional one shots, follow this one. Anyway, thanks for reading, enjoy and definitely leave some feedback if you feel compelled. - Girlblue

Sara

"Again," Nyssa yelled at Sara as she did a special move the heir to the demon had taught her that morning.

Sara tried not to let the strain show on her face. They had been at it for several hours. The beginning of her training starting bright and early, even before the sun peaked over the horizon. She couldn't say anything, it was what she asked for but for some reason she had hoped that Nyssa would go a little easy on her. That hope had definitely been a fantasy.

"Again," Nyssa yelled as soon as Sara's arm came down to a stop.

"Nyssa, can I take a break? We've been doing this for so long."

Nyssa marched up to her and grabbed onto her shoulders. "A break? There are no breaks, there is only death if you do not learn how to fight. There will be times when you meet a foe who will come at you relentlessly and trust me there won't be time to rest." Nyssa dropped her hands. "Again."

Sara nodded and proceeded to swing the staff as Nyssa had shown her. She had to admit that despite being tired she already felt stronger and more assured of her moves. Maybe there was something to the incessant repetition. It also helped that she had Nyssa to focus on as she did them. Something about having the dark haired beauty watching her every move was motivating her to soldier on. She didn't want to disappoint her.

After another long series of repeating the moves, Nyssa finally allowed her to rest.

"Okay Sara, we can stop for now. Even great warriors need sustenance," Nyssa said as she called over a servant.

Sara instantly dropped her staff. "Thank god."

She allowed herself to drop on the floor and bask in the sun coming through the balcony bars. The room they were using was at the top of the sanctuary, a part of Nyssa's private suite. It was large with dark cherry wood floors and walls. The room was sparsely decorated except for a large black cabinet set against one wall that housed a myriad of weapons.

"What could one person do with that many weapons," Sara mumbled to herself.

"Eviscerate, pummel, break, maim, dislocate and otherwise injure someone's person should they choose," Nyssa replied matter of factly as she directed the servant where to place the food.

Sara shook her head and laughed. "That was rhetorical Nyssa, meaning I wasn't expecting an answer."

"I am well aware what rhetorical means. I just don't think one needs to pretend as if that is not what they are for. You see this?", she said picking up Sara's staff. "I know offhand 10 ways that I can seriously injure and/or kill someone. You will too one day."

"Every little girls dream," Sara replied with a glint in her eye.

"You jest, but it should be. Knowing how to protect yourself is important, especially to girls," Nyssa said as she prepared the place for them to sit.

She beckoned Sara over and the blond reluctantly gathered herself and stood up. She momentarily lost control of her body in a swirl of dizziness and suddenly found herself in Nyssa's arms.

"Are you okay?" Nyssa asked, her face full of concern. "Perhaps I have been working you too hard."

Sara stared into Nyssa's chocolate brown eyes. They were so deep and at that moment filled with worry but also something else. The blond hoped that what she was seeing wasn't just a reflection from her own eyes.

She stood up on her own and moved back from the other woman's hold. "I'm fine Nyssa. I just have to get used to training this way. Let's eat."

Still looking concerned Nyssa indicated for her to sit next to her which was unusual, they always sat across from each other. Sara carefully lowered herself onto the cushy pillow which was her seat. The setup was similar to a Japanese restaurant she remembered visiting with her family. The table was low to the ground and you had to sit on a pillow to eat.

"This smells so good and familiar. What is it?"

Nyssa gave a small smile and Sara could have sworn she saw the hint of a blush. "I instructed the cook to make some items familiar to you. I remember you saying you liked a meal called General Tso's chicken. Which I'm not sure if you know, is not a real Chinese dish...".

Sara hugged the woman before she could finish speaking. The gesture was too sweet not to acknowledge. At first Nyssa stiffly allowed the hug but then Sara felt her body relax and she hugged back.

"Thank you. It was very thoughtful on your part," Sara said finally sitting back.

"Well, it was worth it for a reaction like that," Nyssa responded almost shyly.

Sara went to take a pair of chopsticks for herself when Nyssa stopped her hand.

"You've worked hard enough today, let me feed you."

Hotter words had never been spoken, or at least that's the response Sara's heart gave as it sped up upon her words. She stuttered out an okay and moved her seat closer to the other woman. Nyssa picked up food with her chopsticks and began to feed Sara each bite slowly. She patiently waited as Sara consumed each bite, a sigh of satisfaction escaping her lips every time she swallowed. The food was cooked to perfection, ten times better than any restaurant she ever went to.

"You know I did this often for you when you were recovering," Nyssa said as she picked up more food.

"Really? I don't quite remember, everything from that time is a blur," Sara said as she took in more food.

"I'm not surprised, you were near death. I was so scared you wouldn't survive..." Sadness permeated Nyssa's face as she let the thought trail off and began to pick up the last of what was on the plate.

"I will always be grateful that you were the one to find me. I don't think anyone else would have nursed me back to health as you did," Sara said, placing her hand on top of Nyssa's.

Nyssa smiled as she fed her the rest of the food.

"My god that was the best thing I've eaten in years. No offense to the usual food we eat here," Sara said wiping her mouth with a cloth.

Nyssa nodded as she began to eat her own food, "None taken. We are not here to eat five star meals but to learn under my father's tutelage. But this is certainly better than I expected."

Sara watched Nyssa eat for a bit then gathered the courage to say something she had long been thinking. "Nyssa...why don't you have someone?"

Nyssa paused and put down her chopsticks. "Do you mean why don't I have a lover?"

"Not just a lover, a friend even or anyone significant to you besides your father."

"That was never meant for me. By virtue of who my father is my life was meant to serve a greater purpose. I am the heir to the leader of the League of Assassins, there is no room for anyone else."

"But aren't you lonely?" Sara saw a look of discomfort come over the other woman's face. "I'm sorry, it's not my place..."

"Sometimes I am. There have been lovers before, people I chose to spend my time with but those were never more than short dalliances."

"Do you ever wish for more?"

For the first time since Sara had begun her line of questioning Nyssa looked straight at her. "I didn't before."

Sara swallowed and could feel herself trembling under Nyssa's intense stare. She forced herself to maintain eye contact.

"Before what?"

As Nyssa began to respond a member of the league entered the room.

"Your father requests your presence Nyssa."

"Tell him I'm busy, I will be down when we are done."

"He said it is urgent, in regards to your mission tomorrow. I must insist," the man said standing there stiffly.

"If he's saying that then my father has told him not to return without me," Nyssa said cleaning up the table.

"What happens if he does?"

Nyssa raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "No one ever dares to find out."

Sara nodded and helped clean up the table.

Nyssa spoke to the league member by the door, "You can wait for me outside my chambers. I will be there momentarily."

The man nodded and bowed as he made his way out. Sara bent to remove the plates but Nyssa's hand stopped her.

"We have servants for that Sara."

"Sorry, I always forget about that."

They stood in silence for a moment, both seeming reluctant to continue the previous conversation. Sara turned and walked towards the balcony and looked out at the mountains. The evening sky was already in full view, a majestic sunset full of oranges and blues. She sighed and turned slightly when she heard Nyssa's footsteps move in her direction. She wanted to hear the answer to her question but wasn't sure if she was ready to. Yet she knew if Nyssa wanted more from her she wouldn't, couldn't say no. There was something there that she needed , something she couldn't put into words.

Sara let out a gasp as Nyssa turned her and pulled her into her body face first. The dark haired woman brushed some of her hair from her face and faintly traced her lips before speaking.

"When I said I wasn't lonely before, I meant before meeting you," Nyssa said, her lips dangerously close to Sara's. "Now every breathe I take is laced with the hope that you feel as I do. And you do, I know. I can feel how you tremble for me."

Sara smirked and glanced longingly at the other woman's lips. "How do you know it isn't fear? You could break me if you chose to do so."

"It's not your body I want to break," Nyssa said as she brushed their lips together. "I want to break the resolve that has kept you from my bed."

Sara wasn't prepared for the onslaught of emotions that overtook her as Nyssa claimed her mouth. Their kisses before had been sweet, this one was full of desire plain and simple. She returned the kiss grabbing the back of Nyssa's head so she wouldn't end it as she had done before. But this time there was no need as the other woman seemed determined to show her just how much she wanted her.

The kiss was ended not because they wanted but because someone coughed to get their attention. The servant had come to collect the plates and left over food. Nyssa, looking not at all embarrassed, nodded and moved aside to allow her to clean up.

Sara could feel a blush of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks but Nyssa shook her head as if to indicate that it didn't matter. She took Sara's hand into hers and led her towards the hall. They walked down a short corridor and entered Nyssa's bedroom.

"You may use my shower, I will have someone bring clothes for you. I would like you to wait here for me while I speak to my father. There is much for us to discuss."

Sara nodded but felt a little hurt at Nyssa's return to her usual formal self. It was as if the kiss hadn't happened. Nyssa turned to leave but then seemed to think better of it. She hurried back over to Sara and raised her hand kissing each one of her fingers before placing a final kiss on her palm.

"I will be back as soon as I can my love."

Nyssa left the room and Sara standing in the middle of it. Slowly she made her way to the bed and sat down. She braced the hand that Nyssa had kissed against her chest and let go of the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The wait was going to be torture.