She panted, the voice, the breath, it was so close to her ear. She shivered, caught between two urges - one to lean into the nothingness behind her, and one to run screaming straight to a psych ward. And then it, no, he, spoke again and she jolted, standing straight up. "What? No no, nothing like... Don't-" She was cut off as the thin wire of voice twisted around her throat and she froze, like a deer in the headlights, terror twisting in her gut.<br/><br/>She shook her head minutely, back against his 'nose', as she felt his nuzzle, fear overwhelming the desire momentarily, tough she dared not move for the garotte. Her mouth opened in a pant as the breath stole across her neck and shoulders, and she closed her eyes tightly, every muscle tense.<em>What have I gotten myself into? What is going to happen to me?</em><br/><br/>She nearly collapsed with relief as the sharp voice slid away from her throat, and a hand came up to assure herself she was still whole, smearing blood across her neck in a ghastly echo of what may have been. "I- my... Tegan?" She squeaked, her body shivering once more.<br/><br/>A whimper escaped her throat as the voice began to once again explore, sliding over her skin, cupping and teasing. Her legs spread slightly at the gentle insistence, and a shudder ran through her, her breath choppy and quick, hands alternately fisting and spreading wide. Her toes curled. She stared almost blindly ahead at the detail-less man before her, and her mouth dropped as she realized that he could smell<em>everything</em>. "Who are you?" She gasped, voice strangled.