"TBI. Traumatic Brain Injury. Resulting in a lack of emotional empathy, and a condition called Alexithymia. Basically, I can't empathize with people and I have difficulty even feeling my own emotions. It's like the part of my brain that does the whole feeling thing installed a dimmer switch and now it's one notch above completely emotionless. What I'm feeling has to be severely extreme for it to really register as an emotion to me."

"So your Dad beat the emotion right out of you? Fuck. You're right, you win, your Dad was worse."

"There is no winning in trauma, no one has it worse than anyone else when it comes to life sucking ass. Or at least so says my psychologist." There's a part of her that is thrown by his lack of discomfort at her. Usually people throw the word 'sociopath' in to the mix right away. "I'm surprised you're not more freaked. Most people call me a robot and a sociopath when they find out."

"Well, yeah. I've known you, maybe an hour, maximum, and you have plenty of emotion. You probably just don't bother with the useless ones." His inner darkness takes a peek from around the corner at this moment, and if she were the perceptive type, she'd notice. And if she were the smart type, this would be her signal to run.

Toni is plenty perceptive, and plenty smart, but she's not one for running, especially when this guy seems like the first person since her dearly departed husband who has a chance in hell of understanding and accepting her as she is. Considering he's the first in nearly 150 years, then clearly, men who understand and accept her can't be thrown away just like that. So she looks at him, really looks, and for just a moment, she lets loose, leans over, and kisses him.

On instinct, his hands reach for and grip her waist before his brain even comprehends the fact that he is being kissed, but once it does, he's more than happy to enthusiastically kiss her right back.

Between the hands on her waist and his response, she takes that as permission to move forward, while still moving slow so as to give him the chance to push her away at any time, and she still has to concentrate to use only her human strength. So she pushes farther forward, moving her right leg to straddle his waist as they make out like teenagers on his couch.

The hands on her waist happily slide down to grip her ass once she is situated, and soon her actually notices they're making out on his couch, a fact he'd missed given he was focusing on her lips more than their surroundings. Still, when their lips part to catch their breath, he notices.

"If you want, we could move this to my room. There's a lot more space on my bed than on this couch. Has a whole expansive horizontal option too."

"Hmm... Horizontal does sound good, so does more space to... play with. But I just like where I am so much that I'm not sure I could ever move." She punctuates the end of her sentence with two distinct and dirty grinds of her hips in to his crotch, which sends tingles up her spine even as she does them.

The two grinds distract him very well, his entire body feeling like it's on fire for those two seconds, but it's not long before his brain can think in full, non monosyllabic sentences again.

"True, and yet, I know the perfect way for you to stay exactly where we both want you to be, but for the both of us to find a much better place to be doing this."

The picture of innocence, despite her place on his lap, she responds.

"How's that?"

He retains his grip on her ass, and with rippling muscles hidden beneath his baggy, unfashionable clothes, he stands from the couch without her moving from his waist. For a moment, he's a little surprised, he knew it wouldn't be hard, but she's so light, it's actually easy. But with a snarky "Like this," he resumes kisses the living fuck out of her as he carries her through his house to his bedroom.

She is enthralled by the thorough way he kisses her, a bit like he's devouring her breath, her soul, anything he can get. His intent takes her breath away, as does his clear intent to take her breath away, and she loves the way he makes her feel so small just by carrying her around with so much ease. Within the very fun kissing, she lets herself take this moment to feel safe in his arms, even though she'd only met him today.

Once he does make it to his bedroom, and subsequently his bed, he leans forward to deposit her upper body on to the bed, leaning back to whip his shirt off and look back down at her.

From her reclined position on his bed, she can properly appreciate the muscles she had felt, but not truly registered, given his baggy shirt's propensity for hiding. So she takes this moment to look him up and down, licking her lips as she takes him all in.

"Like what you see?" He raises an eyebrow in humorous questioning.

"Yeah, I like it. I like it a lot." She reaches up to drag him back down for another hot and steamy kiss, using her legs that are still wrapped around his waist from him carrying her to grind herself on him from below.

He lets her pull him down, and the grind of her hips almost distracts him from his next target, removing her shirt, but it doesn't succeed, so his hands start to slide up under her soft shirt and...

A considerable amount of time later, he's laying on his bed with her head on his chest, his arm around her as his sheets rest comfortably obscuring them both from view of any possible intruders, though there is unlikely to be any this late on a Sunday night.

She looks up at him from her perch on his chest, thoroughly satisfied.

"Well that was one way to make a first impression."

"You've got that right. I must admit, I usually date girls like you first."

"Girls like me?"

"The interesting ones."

His complement actually makes her blush. There's a part of her questioning what's happening, how he's already got so much of her wrapped around his fingers, but most of her just wants to revel in him.

Seeing her so awkward and blushing makes him smile, so he leans down, takes her chin in his hand delicately, tilts it up, and softly kisses her lips.

"Promise you'll let me make up for it?"

"As in take me out on a date? I, uh, sure." It still feels weird, agreeing to go on a date, given she's technically a widow.