Those moans might be barely audible, but Matt hears them and they add fire to his desire, to this want in him. It's been a long time since he's been with anyone as well and he and Lydia have been pushing the boundaries of this for a while now. The last person he'd felt this way about had been Electra; he'd been ready to run away with her, to stay on the run and she'd been killed. They'd never gotten the chance to get back together like this. It's been a very long time since Matt has had sex and he is not thinking about anything except Lydia right now.

He's tuned into Lydia, into those soft breaths, into the way her skin feels, the way it reacts, the way she sounds and what she does. Even without his heightened sense of touch, she feels so good. They really need to get rid of his jumpsuit, but he's not thinking about that right now because there's so much of Lydia's skin expose that he needs to touch and taste. He bows his head and presses his lips against her collarbone, his tongue coming out to taste her skin, his teeth grazing against her skin. "A much better idea," he assures her in a whisper that's heavy with desire.