Lyall had to fight off the panic that began to creep into her from the sudden change in positions. Reminding herself silently that this was Tyson and that she was safe, she tried her best to relax against him while they continued to kiss. She could still pull away if she needed to, so she could at least attempt to enjoy the moment with him. It was hard though with her body giving her mix signals, one of pleasure and another of fear as past memories continued to come forth.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes she reminded herself yet again that she was with Tyson, she was safe, her tongue slid out to play across his lips until he granted it access. Moaning slightly as the kiss deepened she worked on focusing on his scent, the gentle feel of his hands on her legs. The definition of each of of the muscles upon his chest which were under evaluation by her hands at the moment.  Out of a long buried instinct she began to rock her lips a bit, the simple moan eliciting a light groan from her lips which were still against his own.<br/><br/>So far so good and though her fear was still there she had to constantly remind herself that she was with Tyson and she was safe....yes....safe....