Roe reached down and took Tegan's hands, placing them on his shoulders even as his lips met hers. He knew her nails would dig into his skin, and he shivered in anticipation. He exhaled, filling her with the scent of roses, the passion he had for her, the want and lust she knew he had for her. And then, with her release so did he.<br/><br/>For the second time his wings exploded out and from his back, blood arcing from their expulsion from his body. The heavy wetness and heat coming from him, and sharing with her. At first they shot backwards, but quickly unfurled and spread. The eyes below him, glazed over in want, would be able to see the fire coloured feathers of his angelic nature, the radiant display of his former self. He had not stopped moving, his breath sustaining the both of them as the pinions beat the air to dry.<br/><br/>And then he was lost, her body taking his as he released all his resistance. His spine arched  and the wings matched his pose, as his body released. Filling Tegan once again as his orgasm took his body and shook him violently. The pent up arousal, the constant thought of her, now her body claimed him, and he relented without hesitation. Roe's body moved until the was nothing left to give, to offer her. And then he leaned down and kissed her softly.<br/><br/><em>You bring the best in me I think.</em><br/><br/>Roe stayed there, with Tegan, bound to her by their bodies. His wings out, exposed. There were rents in the ceiling tiles from where they had struck, debris on the floor, but he did not notice, all he could see was her.<br/>