Tegan's hips fit into his easily, as he surrounded her, hands unclasping and raising as he pulled the shirt over her head. His deliberate care, his gentle touch nearly undid her. But she was done with crying. Her chin tipped up, her lips meeting, pressing into his. Her hands slid around him, tight, just under his arms. Her hands splayed across his upper back, where the wings had burst forth. His skin was smooth, unmarked, and there was nothing beneath but muscle and bone. Where had they come from? She didn't even care. She didn't want to know. She wanted nothing to do with those wings.<br/><br/>But she believed him, finally. He wasn't hurting any more. She broke the kiss after a long time, her lips straying up and down his jawline, his stubble's gentle abrasion comforting. She fit her head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck, just under his ear. "Thank you." She whispered.