Maleki’s hands fumbled through this all. While his body was reacting appropriately to all of what Aleksandra was doing, his mind was shutting down. Under normal circumstances, there wouldn’t be any hesitation at all. He would move quickly and get to the point where there was no point in stopping. But this was something else, and his mind did not know how to react to it all. Thus, by the time that Aleksandra finally broke away from the kiss, his hands had just barely managed to free Aleksandra’s dress from her body, the fabric hanging loose on her form as her bodice fell to the ground. And now was the time he had to decide. One decision that could either make or break what tenuous relationship the two of them had been crawling through. But ultimately, he did not give himself a choice as instinct finally took over.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Maybe you’ve been giving me less reasons to do so,”</span>Maleki said, before ferociously initiating a kiss himself.<br/><br/>The statement was not completely true, but it was true enough for the moment, as Maleki pulled Aleksandra close to him, pressing her firmly against his body. His arms moved to encompass her body, holding her as his hands found resting places on the small of her back. His body had taken over, both for himself and for her, but at least some part of his mind told him to treat her as the princess she was instead of some bar wench or a lady of the night. The fabric of her dress began to rise, pulling both it and the fabric beneath it toward her hips. The moment the air touched the flesh of her rear, his hands moved to cover her. In the same motion, Maleki lifted her up, holding her in his grasp. His kisses trailed off of her lips, moving down her jawline in a slow, hungry fashion. Before long, those kisses found their way to her neck, finding a place there once his lips could no longer descend.<br/><br/>With Aleksandra in his grasp, Maleki began to tentatively step forward. Like a drunk, he wobbled and staggered as his feet began to move them towards the cot. It was a slow process, but it did not take long for his legs to nudge the edge of the makeshift bed. He did not drop the both of them on in, instead slowly placing a knee onto it and leaning Aleksandra down onto her back. His hands slid off of her ass, moving to caress her thighs and guide her legs apart. Once he was properly on top of her, his kiss continued their advance, finding a new home on her shoulder and the lowest part of her neck. After a few moments that stretched on forever, Maleki pulled himself away from her soft skin, looking down on her as he propped himself up on one arm.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Are you sure about this?”</span>Maleki asked, wanting to give her any and every chance to change her mind.