Aleyda was no more used to socializing than he was. Nor was she used to the feeling of clearing her mind, of not thinking or over-analyzing everything. Likewise, she was no longer used to the feeling of another's touch. Once she had enjoyed it, had reveled in the familiarity of the touch of another, yet betrayal had brought that to an end and she'd not sought comfort in the arms of another since. It wasn't out of fear or anything of the likes, but rather that she'd not found another that she trusted enough to let them in. She could have enjoyed meaningless sex with strangers if she so pleased, she was attractive enough, but it had no appeal to her. She didn't care to sleep with people she didn't know or care for. She'd never been one for one night stands or to sleep with someone she barely knew. Why she was even entertaining the idea now was beyond her. But then, she was past thinking about everything at this point. And at any rate, it was just as surprising, if not more so, that he was going for it.<br/><br/>She heard his heart race, it was a faint sound but she heard it as clearly as if he were speaking to her. It was yet another thing she couldn't explain, her acute sense of hearing, or rather her acute senses in general. But it was irrelevant now. For the first time she didn't care. She didn't want to think for the first time in a long time, she just wanted to feel, to escape from her thoughts, and that was exactly what she was doing. She couldn't say what it was about him that caused this response in her, but he did. She wouldn't call it love, it was far too early for her to go brandishing words like that about, but it was certainly an attraction, a desire she'd not felt in a long time, if she'd ever felt anything quite like this.<br/><br/>The difference in him was not lost on her, either. She'd certainly not expected any of this from him based on the impressions she'd gotten from him when she'd read him. She hadn't been wrong, she knew that much, but he was different now, with her. It was strange to realize that she had such a profound effect on him. Then again, she supposed that he had an equally profound effect on her.<br/><br/>She didn't miss when his breathing became labored, his face became cold once more, and his body stiffened. She realized he did these things to hide his emotions, to hide the signs that would tell of pain and loss, but this reaction told her just as much. It was his defense mechanism, his way of locking it all in and locking everyone else out. Her own defense mechanism was quite the opposite of his, but it was there nonetheless. She wouldn't say anything, despite what she'd seen, however. If he wished to tell her he would do so in his time, she was not one to pry or ask questions that were none of her business. She knew all too well the feelings of pain and loss, as she knew well the desire to keep them to yourself. She wouldn't want to be pushed to speak of things she wasn't ready to speak of, so she wouldn't dream of asking him to do so.<br/><br/>She smiled lightly when he said he liked hearing about her past. "And I, yours." she replied softly before she touched his face and then kissed him. She felt his hands tighten momentarily when she kissed him and when she pulled back, however small a distance, his lips quickly found hers once more, pulling her into another kiss. When his tongue brushed against her lips she parted them slightly, allowing him entrance if he wished it. She shut her eyes and drew herself closer as he deepened the kiss and let out the faintest of moans before pulling away enough to lead him towards her bedroom, whatever reservations she'd had melting away into the kiss.