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Nikita exited the restaurant hastily wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand while her other one was clutching her coat to her body. She was looking at the ground as she continued strolling down the street, wanting to get as far as possible from that restaurant.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid...' She thought to herself.
Nikita suddenly felt someone's hand on her shoulder and quickly turned around having an idea who it could be.
"Leave me alone, Micha-" She started but stopped when she realised it was Melissa standing in front of her.
Nikita stared shocked at her having no idea what to say or do. She just wanted to go home and sob into her pillow. She felt something for Michael. Something strong. She couldn't really come to terms with it herself. I mean, it couldn't be love, right? Right?! She couldn't love him. But she felt that kind of connection with only one other person. But that person broke Nikita's heart. That person broke Nikita. That person made her her fall in love with them and then they just...Disappeared. And, unfortunately, the same person was burning her with her intense glare at that exact moment.
"Let me drive you home." Melissa broke the silence.
"No." Nikita shook her head and then turned around to walk away.
She couldn't stand Melissa right now.
Just as she started walking, Nikita again felt a hand on her shoulder. But she didn't stop nor looked back. Then out of seemingly nowhere a pair of hands gripped her waist and pulled her back abruptly.
Nikita turned around ready to protest but found her face mere inches away from Melissa's. She just stared at her. They stayed like that for a few second looking at each other before Nikita put her hands on Melissa's shoulders and shoved her away.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Nikita asked shocked and amused at the same time.
"Sorry..." Melissa murmured as she blushed deep crimson.
Nikita closed her eyes exhaling deeply then turned around ready to walk away. Again.
"No, wait!" She heard her feminine voice call her.
She stopped in her tracks but didn't turn, waiting for something to happen. Maybe for Melissa to grip her arm turning her around. Instead, she heard footsteps that stopped, assuming, close behind Nikita.
"Let me drive you home. Please?" She repeated.
"No, thank you." Nikita said firmly.
"Come on! You're far from your neighbourhood here. Don't want you walking there." Melissa said as she stood in front of Nikita.
"I don't mind walking." Nikita refused again.
"It's miles away." Melissa tried reasoning.
"Still no." Nikita blurted as she looked blankly at her.
"It's cold outside?" Melissa tried again, her statement sounding almost as a question.
"Melissa..." Nikita let out a sigh. "I'm good. I'll get a taxi."
"I prefer driving you on my own. What if the taxi driver comes out as a rapist? What are you gonna do then?! It's better if I do it."
"Rape me or drive me?" Nikita frowned.
Melissa shot her a look, "Really?"
Nikita cracked a small smile.
Melissa smiling on her own, gestured for Nikita to follow her to her car.
XXX
The car drive was silent. Only some old, disco song could be heard on the radio.
Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, Melissa sang along with the radio quietly. The situation was almost relaxed. Almost normal. Almost.
Nikita was sitting in the passenger seat, nervously fidgeting with the buttons of her coat. She hasn't been alone with Melissa in ages. Hell, she hasn't seen her in ages. This was weird for her. One good thing though, she could at least take her mind off Michael for a while. She would worry about the awkward tension between her and Melissa and not the strange, now very complicated feelings for Michael. Problem solved!
Leaning her head backwards, resting on her seat, Nikita exhaled softly. Melissa glanced at her for a second then grinned, turning her attention on the road again.
Opening her eyes, Nikita noticed Melissa's wide grin and frowned.
"What?" Nikita asked.
"Nothing." Melissa shrugged. That stupid grin still plastered on her lips.
"What?" She asked again, more sternly.
"What what?!" Melissa glared at her from the corner of her eye.
"What are you smiling about?!" Nikita asked confused.
"Nothing." She replied again, this time smirking.
"Melissa." Nikita whined under her nose.
Melissa turned her full attention to the road again, pursuing her lips. Her shoulders started shaking as she laughed silently.
"Mel!" Nikita squealed like a little girl. "Tell me!"
"Just some... Memories." She responded as she smiled mischievously.
"What memories?!" Nikita pressed looking curiously at her.
"Just..." Melissa sighed, "When you relaxed like you just did in your seat... It raised memories, that's all."
"What memories?" Nikita tried again.
"You don't wanna know." She smirked again.
"If I'm asking then I do." Nikita said firmly, "Now elaborate. What memories exactly?"
"Some things never change." Melissa noted as she smiled a cheeky smile at Nikita.
Nikita frowned again. This was too confusing.
"Okay, you've officially lost me." Nikita stared blankly at her.
"Some things never change." She repeated, stopping at light and turning her attention to Nikita. She smiled, "You still sound like a lawyer sometimes. All firm and business like. Gonna pursue until you reach. When you have a goal, you don't give up until you reach it. Until you win." She smiled a sad, knowing smile at Nikita as she saw Nikita's saddening eyes, "Some things never change."
With that the light went green, so Melissa turned her head to the road again and took a left turn, continuing with the drive.
Nikita shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She looked sadly at Melissa again. They definitely needed to talk about everything that happened between them. But now wasn't the time or place. Nikita cleared her throat and looked at Melissa again.
"What memories?" She asked for the third time.
This time without any hesitation Melissa started talking.
"It was one of our first dates, we were coming back from the beach and you were dead tired, or so you said. So you slumped in your seat, but after awhile I couldn't take it and pulled over so we could...you know." She glanced at Nikita waiting for a slap or a smart ass comment for the inappropriate statement but got none. Nikita was just staring at her with the same sad looking eyes.
Then out of nowhere she reached and touched Melissa's cheek gently, smiling a little.
"These memories..." She noted, and then retrieved her hand realising that they were now pulling in Nikita's drive way.
Melissa unlocked the car's doors and waited for Nikita to exit. But she didn't. She stayed in her seat looking blankly at her lap.
"Nikita?" Melissa touched her forearm gently, trying to wake her from her deep thoughts.
When Nikita lifted her head and looked at her, Melissa stiffened.
"Why are you crying, Nikki?!" She asked softly, "Is everything okay?"
"Mel..." Nikita sniffed a little.
Then she lost it, Nikita erupted in hysterical sobs and cries as she buried her head in her hands.
Melissa looked a her with deep concern. She thought for a second what will happen if she let Nikita stay on her own tonight. Or at least get home. She couldn't just leave her like that. So she stopped the car's engine and exited circling the car so she went for Nikita, unbuckling her belt and pulling her gently by her arms.
"Come on." She encouraged as she hugged Nikita by the shoulder trying to steady her up.
Nikita buried her head in Melissa's chest out of habit and sobbed loudly.
"I-I lo-" Nikita sniffed, "I really... I really liked him!"
Standing in front of Nikita's front door, Melissa stopped in her tracks. She looked down at Nikita who was desperately cringing to her.
"Come on." She repeated, her face emotionless, "Let's get you home."
XXX
"What have I done?" Michael asked out loud as he exited the restaurant later on.
He looked around, maybe trying to find Nikita standing somewhere, but no. It was too late for that.
'I'm a complete and utter idiot!' He thought.
He should have chased after her when she took off, but that stupid manager had to stop him so they could make the situation clear. Apperantly he had to explain how this guy that he jumped on was one of his colleagues that had to make a contract for one of the biggest deals he ever had offered. And the idiot didn't do it and came to inform Michael for that and even try to apologise! When Michael didn't except his apology, he strated fuming over how Michel wasn't good at his job and that just send Michael over the edge.
So, now Michael was angrily walking to his car calling Nikita in the process. She didn't pick up.
"Damn it!" He cursed under his breath, "I fucked up."
He texted her saying he was sorry for what happened and that it wasn't what it seemed (although, he was beating a guy up, how could it seem?). He tried calling her a couple more times and when she didn't answer he entered his car and stood there trying to calm himself. When he decided that he no longer wanted to strangle someone he started the car and drove off.
XXX
Back at Nikita's house Melissa was making tea for Nikita and herself. She promised Nikita she would stay a while.
It was hard. It was really hard for Melissa not to just go over there and hold Nikita. Tell her that everything will be okay. But she couldn't. She was very aware of what she had done to her. Unfortunately, now that Melissa had realised it it was too late. She should have thought about it sooner. That maybe, just maybe, Nikita really cared for her and what they had wasn't just a fun fling. Even though, that fling lasted 2 years...
Now that she was back and even though she hasn't planned it, she runned into her and she just felt her heart melt. She missed her... But, as earlier was said, it was too late. Her heart didn't belong to her anymore.
She sighed as she finished the tea and then went in the living room where Nikita was standing on the couch with her legs tightly to her chest. She looked with her still teary eyes as Melissa entered the room.
Melissa handed one of the mugs to Nikita and took a seat on the other side of the couch. She couldn't be physicaly any more near her or she's gonna loose it.
Nikita greatfully sipped from the tea, feeling the warm liquid burning down her throat, relaxing her.
Melissa looked distantly at the window thinking of the guy that was the cause of Nikita's bad mood.
Nikita furrowed her eyebrows at Melissa, "Is everything okay?"
She qiuckly turned her head feigning a smile, "I should be asking you that."
"Everything's cool." Nikita said, "Your turn."
"Same here." Melissa said sipping from her tea.
Placing her cup on the coffee table, Nikita scooted closer to Melissa looking at her like waiting for a protest.
When Melissa didn't react, Nikita laid her head on Melissa's shoulder.
Melissa looked stratled by Nikita's action. She glanced down at Nikita. Then she relaxed. She missed this...
Snuggling a little closer, Nikita exhaled profusely.
"You know," Nikita started, " I sometimes thing about this. About what would happen if you one day magically appear on my door step. Would I just let you in? Would I kick you out? Would I ever forgive you. I... I can't forgive you." She said looking up at scared looking Melissa. "But weirdly, I want to."
"You can if you want." She said softly grabing Nikita's hand and squeezing it gently.
"It's not right." Nikita whispered as she glanced around the room not wanting to meet her piercing gaze.
"What's not right?" She asked confused.
"Me forgiving you." Nikita said capturing her dark almost brownish green eyes, "I shouldn't."
"Why?" She pressed softly.
Right now, at that exact moment Melissa felt like there was actually hope for them. The look in Nikita's eyes... It had to mean something!
"Because you broke my heart." Nikita whispered sadly retrieving her hand from Melissa's gentle grip.
...
15 minutes later Nikita was standing in front of her mirror in her bedroom as she reached behind her back to try and unzip her dress.
Just then the door opened.
"You left your purse downstairs, I'm just gonna-" and when she looked up she saw Nikita staring at her in amusment.
"Don't you ever knock?" Nikita said and snatched her purse from Melissa's hands, "Thanks for the purse."
"No problem." She said as she looked around the spacious room. Her eyes fell on the bed and for a few minutes she just stared at it.
"This room hasn't changed a bit." She commented.
Nikita was now again standing in front of the mirror reaching behind her back. She just glared at Melissa from the reflection and nodded slightly.
When Melissa saw that Nikita was struggling with the zip she went behind her and out of habit unzipped it for her.
"Here, bab-" She started but stopped herself as she looked at Nikita's blushing reflection.
"Sorry." She recovored quickly, blushing hard herself.
"Um, no problem." Nikita said as she slid out of the dress.
Melissa clenched her jaw. She looked at Nikita from head to toe and an unvolunteer gasp escaped her lips.
At the sound Nikita turned around and stared at Melissa. Out of seemingly nowhere she was turned on. Well, Melissa was undeniably gorgeous. She had long curvy dirty blong hair and deep green eyes, her face was perfectly sculptured and her body was slender and athletic. Nikita felt the lust she was keeping for that woman. She could literally feel it. But it was going to be wrong of her to just use her, knowing that her feelings for Michael were growing stronger every day. Her body was telling her to do it, but her mind was saying not to. Shefelt like she had the devil and the angel on her shoulders. Melissa sure broke her heart, but she was still sexy as hell. And well... Nikita still had the hooker inside her, so...
She couldn't hold it though. She let her own eyes roam over her body as she bit her bottom lip seductively.
Another gasp escaped Melissa's now slightly parted lips.
"Don't do that." Melissa warned as she gulped. She could feel herself already sweating from the sexual tension.
"Don't do what?" Nikitaasked innocently as she started strolling toward Melissa slowly.
"That!" She yelped a little when she felt Nikita's mouth on hers.
It's been so long. She longed for that touch.
She parted Nikita's lips granting access to her now open mouth. Their tongues started a passionate dace for dominance. Nikita placed her hands on Melissa's slender waist pulling her body closer. Melissa did that same but placed her hands around Nikita's neck deepening the kiss.
Then there was a sudden knock on the door. The girls parted their connected lips breathlessly as they stared at one another. When the knocks didn't stop, Nikita abruptly got away from Melissa's grip so she could put something. She put the first over sized T-shirt she could find and ran downstairs, but not before kissing passionately Melissa again telling her to wait her.
When Nikita went downstairs she stopped in front of the door as she looked at herself and deciding she didn't care much of her attire she opened the door.
"Nikita." Michael breathed in relief.
She just glared at him blankly.
He was here.
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