A sensible woman would have shoved at him the moment his grip had grown loose, demanding him out of her home which he had brought such feelings of dismay in. She would have ran to her room, locking the door before shuddering out cries while calling anyone who could comfort her. That would have been the common thing to do, the common reaction of a human.<br/><br/>Iris instead remained upon the floor, relaxing her breaths as he stood and diverted his eyes from her. The rough kiss swelled her soft lips, and for a second she almost considered calling him to return to her. Was this natural? To watch the man who had overpowered her with the desire to ravage her body, and still hold the admiration she had grown for him? It could have been a maddening thought, but she blamed the bond they had grown together. At least, she believed there was some form of connection. Angels were emotional creatures, she hid hers well. Instead of wearing her heart on the outside she kept it in, and it didn't fail to call out for him.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he retreated into his room that she stood, shaky on the heels she had chosen for the night. Her legs stumbled into her own room where she proceeded to undress, focused on seeking comfort in her bed clothes that would soothe where the tight material had constricted. Roan never left her mind, and his scent followed her wherever she went. An over sized shirt pulled down and covered her eyes for a moment, and in the darkness of her sight she could still see his face as he hovered so close to her. Taking in a deep breath, the woman drew her gaze to the bed that he had aimed in getting in to. The neatly flattened ruby sheets became a ruffle of fabric in her mind, as she envisioned what would have been if she gave in.<br/><br/>Time seemed to pass in painfully slow minutes as Iris finished changing and left the silence of her room, the kitchen being her first stop to grab a glass of water. She assumed he expected her to seek him out after everything, after making it clear once that she couldn't sleep with tension in her home. Even if he ignored her she would feel slightly better, knowing that he understood her willingness to keep him by her side. Even so, her steps made sure to pause at door which remained ajar. One hand lifted to lightly knock on the frame, hoping to gain his attention and any words for her to come in.<br/><br/>Condensation dripped from the cold glass in her other hand, trickling thin trails down her exposed sun kissed legs. The nightshirt was long enough to cover like a short dress, in truth she would have preferred to wear nothing when she slept. "Roan?" Her tone kept soft, almost pleading to allow her in, "I'm going to sleep, I.. though you'd want some water?"