The fact that Drakari didn’t want to analyze everything and make plans. That he put the things of tomorrow out of his mind instead of focusing and worrying and that it was so easy to do said something about the person he was with. He wasn’t used to being social with anyone, much less desiring to just simply enjoy their company. Or sharing. He wasn’t used to being touched or touching anyone. The foreign feel of someone against his skin and clothing. The soft tickle of her breath along his neck made his heart race in a way it didn’t ever respond. He felt himself harden in response to the stimuli. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to woman or anything of the sort, but in his life sex was death. Any exposure was and having her next to him like this. Pressed against him. It made him forget about his past, about his future and about the present time. He felt nothing but the moment. Nothing but an intense desire to know her more. It was so strange. She shattered his defences and he was left weak and pliant in her wake. If he had never believed in love at first sight before he certainly did now.<br/><br/>The feel of her hands on his back was almost enough to break his mind. He felt his breathing quicken along with his heartbeat and he never wanted this moment to end. He knew it must, but he didn’t want it to. His hand lightly tangled in her hand feeling the soft silken strands entwine with his fingers as he ran his hand into the locks of her her hair. So soft. He was momentarily distracted with the softness of her. Everything about her was soft compared to his hard solid self. Yet he could feel the strength of her body. She wasn’t weak and he could tell from the light play of muscles along her back as one hand ran down her spine slowly. Drawing little circles with his fingertips yearning for it to be her skin he touched.<br/><br/>The deep ache that threatened to bring the full blooded assassin to his knees was always there a distant ache. Now here in her arms telling her about his past. He felt as if his whole world had just shifted. The child he’d been as a young man of thirteen and left suddenly without a mother and his father no longer wanting him. The harsh hand of a man who’d once held him tenderly now the hand of pain and torment as it struck him down rather then comforting his tears. Drakari was almost lost by it all. So much so that he barely heard her words the first time she spoke to him. He felt his breathing become laboured from unshed emotion even as his face became a mask of cold hardness and his body stiffened to hide the tell tale signs of loss and pain. He shoved the memories and emotions away they would do him no good. He slammed the door down on them until nothing remained but cold emptiness. He took in her words then.<br/><br/>“I like hearing about your past,” He said softly admitting something he’d not have ever dared admit to anyone else. His voice was barely above a whisper. She was right of course, but he had never been one to share his feelings and it was so much easier just to be empty and cold. Yet as he held her he wanted to feel. If nothing more then her.<br/><br/>His mind instantly went blank as her fingers trailed fire down his cheek and when her lips touched his he was lost. His hands tightened momentarily on her and when she drew away he pursued her and captured her lips with his drawing her into the kiss once more. Softly and demanding. His tongue flicked across her lips softly as he kissed her. He closed his eyes as he deepened the simple kiss into a full french kiss.