Sara felt her heart race as he reached up to caress her cheek, her body tensing as it remembered the last time a man had touched. She felt herself for a moment begin to tremble with fear as her past began to drown out the present. Closing her eyes she pushed back those memories and instead encouraged the sensations of pleasure and contentment that came from his hand, so rough and yet so gentle, as he touched her cheek. Opening her eyes to his question she smiled slowly as she looked into his eyes, "We relearn together." she spoke softly to him.<br/><br/>Then taking another slow and steady breath she did something she had not done since she was a young girl, since before the end of it all. Leaning in she closed closed her eyes as she kissed him on the lips. The contact was gentle and tentative at first, much the same as her very first kiss had been when she was a young girl. There was that same nervousness, but also that fear that came from having to block the thoughts of her rape; though it was easier then she thought because those men had not kissed her, only used her for their pleasure. They had not been looking for intimacy, only for a good fuck; a kiss was intimate.<br/><br/>Her lips touched his and she felt herself come alive again, the sensation was startling for one who had so long been dead. She knew now that their relationship would take a change that could save them both now, they only needed to believe in one another and hold tightly to it.