In the excitement that Samantha felt as she scurried through the apartment, the young faerie hardly noticed the way that her boyfriend's mood shifted from that intense anxiety to the regular apathy that was so common for her to feel from him. It was that emotionless vibe she got from him that was so soothing for the empath. It was nice to be able to feel only her own emotions for a change. But regardless, Samantha was unable to notice the shift in his emotions. The girl felt bubbly herself, feeling the need to bounce around the apartment to discover every little thing that he had decided to get her. It was the electric tea kettle that had caused her to grin uncontrollably, the fact that he'd thought of something so simple meant so much to her.

All it took was his reassurance that she could touch the stairs without pain before she'd bounded up them. It was a relief that the metal wouldn't harm her, and even more so that it wouldn't hurt him, either. He seemed to have thought of everything and had been so very thorough. He'd even thought about Dorian, a man that he'd never met yet had thought about. Samantha had only shared the couch she'd considered a bed with Dorian once - his first night - though she still felt continually guilty any time she had to force the man to sleep on the floor. More often than not, she'd offered him the space and had slept on the dusty floor just to be a good hostess. To be able to offer him a bed in addition to one of her own made her feel so incredibly grateful. Still, she hardly flitted in Dorian's room before she was in her own, that bubbly feeling only intensifying as she explored the space.

It was only once the realization that they would be alone for the remainder of the evening did the girl's attention shift one hundred percent from exploring the apartment. Yes, her relationship with the man in front of her had been innocent up until this point, but it was hard for it to not be that way when they were so rarely granted time alone. She didn't dare invite him over - Dorian was a wild card. She hardly wanted him to refer to Aiden as her servant, or her male lover, or whatever Dorian would come up with by way to insult Aiden. And the Ark, while the door locked, was never guaranteed to allow them alone time. But here, no one knew that they were here, no one knew to look for them here. There was no chance they would be interrupted. None, nada, zilch. Admittedly, the girl was hardly sure how to seduce him.

For a moment, Samantha was sure that her notions for how they would spend the evening would be rejected. The confused expression that had appeared on his features was enough to cause the girl to pause, ready to redirect the idea of how they would spend their evening to something more innocent, such as watching the new tv downstairs. Brief flickers of emotions seemed to burst from the man, though they were gone before Samantha could grasp onto what they were. But still, they were gone after just a moment and replaced with something altogether new: lust. Within moments she'd moved to the edge of the bed, and nearly the instant she sat herself on the mattress he had her within his arms. She was well aware of the way he kissed her for a change, and the way that the lust that flickered around him only made the girl deepen the kiss. It was so nice, really, to feel wanted, to have him grasping at her.

The young faerie hardly hesitated as she grasped at the front of his shirt, using the fabric to pull herself in flesh against his chest. The want, the desire, the lust the young girl felt seemed to overwhelm every fiber in her body, the feeling seeming to pour out of her fingertips and into Aiden's flesh. She was aware, only slightly, of the way that Aiden's own emotions seemed to respond, the lust she felt seeming to be equaled in his own emotions. She should have felt it odd for the placid man to feel so heavily, but no, it wasn't possible for her to have anything to do with this, was it? No, it was just his body responding to hers, right? The faerie girl certainly was content to think so, her body pressing further against his and her lips deepening the kiss.