In the back of her mind, she wondered if this was a bad idea, but it felt really right to her in that moment. His hands were warm, strong and careful against her body. She was not virginal, there had been dalliances in her younger years with young men she had some kind of connection with, but she had to be careful about such things. Some men still held onto the old ways, where they could gallivant and fuck as much as they wanted, but the women they expected to partner with should have been pure and naive in their minds. It was a double standard she had never liked.<br/><br/>Her thighs settled around his waist as he pulled her up to move them both over to the cot. Aleksandra felt a sudden and intense ache as it happened, desire pooling deep within her. As he laid her down on to the cot, she shifted the dress off of her body completely, leaving only a thin chemise that was nearly transparent on her body.  She arched against him as his lips moved along her neckline, unable to stop the tide of her own desire.  She just wanted to forget it all for a few moments, to drown out the pain and sorrow in something that felt good, felt right.  Her breath came out in steady pants as he stopped to ask if she was sure.<br/><br/>She nodded, first.  Oddly this felt like the only thing in her life she was certain she wanted. Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt and she coaxed it off his body, her fingers returning to his chest and sides, tracing along raised scars. The men she had been with previously had lived their lives quietly, nothing like him. The scars showed all that he had survived. She tried not to linger on them too long, for fear she might distract him or make him self conscious...But she still found him impressive. Her hips rose and fell, grinding against the fabric of his pants, and she realized she had another answer to his question about her certainty. The fight had gotten her strangely revved up, as if it had helped the tension within her to build.  Aleksandra took one of his wrists and guided it between her legs, where he could feel just how wet and ready her body already was for him.  Slick and wanting, she bucked against his fingers.<br/><br/>"I want this. You don't have to be gentle. I'm not a glass doll." She breathed, her words coming out like a moan. Aleksandra found herself wanting his rough edge, she wanted him to work through those frustrations he had felt with her, and this was a way they could do exactly that together.