Freya's expression was a fascinating blend of surprise and something akin to wonder. She paused, a thoughtful frown returning briefly before she shook her head slowly. "No, Myra," she murmured, her voice a little breathy. "The sensation... was certainly more pronounced. But the sweetness... it still eludes me."

Undeterred, a playful determination flickered in Myra's eyes. She leaned in once more, her kiss deepening with a newfound boldness. This time, as their lips met, Myra gently parted hers, her tongue tentatively seeking Freya's. With a soft invitation, she coaxed the honey candy from Freya's tongue onto her own. She swirled it playfully within her mouth for a moment, the sweetness now undeniably present, before her tongue intertwined with Freya's once more, gently depositing the candy back into the ancient vampire's mouth. The shared sweetness, the intimate dance of their tongues, was a silent language all their own.

Breaking the kiss, Myra looked at Freya, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and affection. "And now, Freya," she whispered, a soft smile playing on her lips, "does the honey still taste like nothing?"

A slow, almost languid smile spread across Freya's lips, her crimson eyes now holding a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun. A soft chuckle escaped her, a low, melodious sound that resonated in the quiet shop. "Ah, Myra," she murmured, her voice laced with a newfound understanding and a hint of something akin to amusement. "It appears... the method of delivery has a rather significant impact on the perceived flavor." She paused, her gaze lingering on Myra's flushed lips. "The honey itself... perhaps still remains stubbornly elusive to my senses. However," she continued, her voice deepening slightly, "the experience... was undeniably, exquisitely sweet." A genuine affection shone in her eyes as she reached out, her cool fingers gently tracing the curve of Myra's cheek. "Thank you, my brave, inventive little mortal. You have a most... intriguing way of exploring the world."

Myra's heart fluttered at Freya's words, a wave of warmth washing over her. A wide, genuine smile bloomed on her face, her earlier nervousness melting away, replaced by a triumphant joy. "So... it wasn't the candy after all?" she said playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she met Freya's gaze. "Maybe," she added, leaning in a little closer, her voice a soft whisper, "maybe the sweetness has to come from... somewhere else entirely."

"But there's still the lemon candy," Myra murmured, her eyes dancing with a newfound boldness. She reached back into her pocket, her fingers finding the smooth, round shape of a lemon drop. With a delicate twist, she unwrapped the bright yellow sweet, the tart, citrusy scent wafting faintly in the air. Instead of offering it in her hand, a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes.

She brought the candy to her lips, gently securing it between her front teeth, just the smallest sliver protruding. Then, she took a slow, deliberate step closer to Freya, the unspoken invitation hanging heavy in the air between them. Her gaze locked with Freya's, a silent communication passing between their eyes – a playful challenge, a hint of daring, and the undeniable pull of their burgeoning intimacy.

Closing the remaining distance, Myra tilted her head slightly, her lips parting just enough to allow the lemon candy to be offered. She leaned in until their breaths mingled, the tartness of the candy a subtle contrast to Freya's cool, timeless presence. With a gentle pressure, she nudged the candy forward, the smooth surface brushing against Freya's waiting lips. It was a delicate transfer, a moment suspended in time as the bright yellow sweet found its new resting place.

But the exchange didn't end there. As the candy rested between Freya's lips, Myra's own lips followed, softly brushing against hers once more. It was a tender exploration, a gentle press that lingered for a fleeting moment before Myra's tongue darted out, tracing the outline of the lemon candy nestled in Freya's mouth. The tartness mingled with the warmth of their breath, a new sensation sparking between them.

With a soft sigh, Myra deepened the kiss, her tongue now gently nudging the lemon candy, coaxing it further into Freya's mouth. The shared sweetness, tinged with the bright zest of lemon, became a focal point of their intimate connection. Their tongues danced around the small, dissolving sweet, a playful yet deeply sensual exploration that spoke volumes of the trust and affection blossoming between them in the quiet sanctuary of the antique shop.

A low chuckle rumbled in Freya's chest, a sound filled with amusement and a touch of something akin to delighted surprise. Her crimson eyes twinkled as she looked at Myra, a playful smile gracing her lips. "Well, well, Myra," she murmured, her voice laced with warmth, "you are certainly becoming rather bold in your explorations."

A soft flush warmed Myra's cheeks, but her gaze remained steady, a newfound confidence shining through. "Perhaps," she replied, her voice a quiet murmur, meeting Freya's knowing look, "it's because I'm starting to figure out... what I want." The unspoken words hung in the air between them, the weight of her dawning realization – the undeniable truth of her love for Freya – palpable but not explicitly stated. 

Oh, Freya, Myra thought, her gaze softening as she looked at the ancient vampire. I hope, I truly hope, you can see it in my eyes, in my touch. How sincere I am, how much I want to share this joy, this light that has bloomed within me, with you. I want to pull you away from the shadows that cling to you, to show you that even in the brief flicker of my mortal life, there is a warmth and a happiness that is real and worth embracing. Please, Freya, let me in. Let me share this with you and maybe, just maybe, chase away some of that ancient darkness that surrounds you. For Myra, this newfound love was a sweet and vibrant flavor, and with every shared glance and tender touch, she longed to make that same sweetness bloom within Freya, hoping to finally dissolve the ancient bitterness that clung to her soul, just as the honey candy had finally yielded its sweetness through their shared intimacy.