Lyall tensed at the growl that came from his throat, her body instinctually relenting to his needs though she did manage a small whimper that she was sure he did not hear. Memories from the past began to surge forth once again, polluting and tainting the emotions and sensations she was currently feeling for Tyson. She wanted him, by the goddess she could not lie about that but not like this. Not just yet, she needed time.<br/><br/>She did not want for this moment with him to be tarnished by her past, corrupting that which is supposed to be a beautiful and moving experience.<br/><br/>She felt trapped and cornered with her back against the door, his frame blocking out the low lights in his office. Her chest began to heave as she panicked a bit whilst when his hands came up and found their way up under her shirt. When he finally brought from the kiss she did not speak as she felt his forehead against her own, eyes closed while she worked on catching her breath and calming her racing heart. Still hearing his words made her smile, if a bit weakly, and she managed with shaky hands to reach up and cup the sides of his face just as he had done to her moments ago.<br/><br/>"Its ok..." she managed with a shaky voice though she still smiled at him as she looked up into his eyes. "For now if you can manage just kissing. I like kissing you and it does not...well..." she let the meaning hang in the air between them not feeling truly comfortable voicing her fears to him. "Are you sure you want to put up with me and my issues?" she asked him seriously concerned with putting him through so much because of her own messed up past.