Alessa didn't say anything to that first comment. Her own eyes, a darker blue in color were still transfixed on LaCroix's. She didn't say anything either when he started caressing her hair, and she could only give a small smile when he called her beautiful.
"You really thi-" she didn't get to finish that sentence though. She had been cut off by his lips against her own, and she also found herself being pulled against him. His arms were wrapped around her body in some sort of hug. Alessa couldn't say that she really minded it, because it felt good in a way.
However, Alessa was by all means someone with very little experience or knowledge in this type of thing. She started to wonder what exactly she was supposed to be doing, but eventually decided to just do what felt right. She moved her right arm so hand was against the back of his head, and she could feel his hair. With her left arm she found herself using it to encircle his own waist.
She then pulled his head closer to her's, and let her mouth open up just a little against his. Several thoughts were running through her mind at that moment, but they ranged from 'Maybe I should stop doing this, what if mom finds out about this? She'll think I'm a whore or something.' to 'Oh god this feels good.'