<em>Yes.. yes you are right.. when we are ... home... lay with me, hold me and be with me.. but we must go. You will, I want you to see , I am not turning away in shame, know that.</em><br/><br/>With a whimper and a moan he pulled free from her body, staggering back a step of two, regaining his balance with his wings. he turned slowly and knelt, knowing the pain would get worse before it got better. With one knee bent, and the other on the floor he pulled his wings back to his body.  Slowly they collapsed into his flesh, fresh blood running from torn skin. She could not hear or see his tears, evaporation almost as quickly as they were made from his heat. The pinions collapsed, furled and shrank, fitting into his back until all that remained was the marks from her nails and streaks of drying blood.<br/><br/>He remained kneeling on the floor, gathering his breath and trying to cool his own skin. He would need the energy to change and fix the room from their meeting. The rents in the ceiling and the debris on the floor. He knew he had to return to the necklace but first he changed other things. He cooled the temperature of the fabric of her corset, released the bindings just a little to let her breath. he removed the ridge and nub of the thong, drying it and leaving it cool as well.<br/><br/>Each pulse of his energy left the room with the scent of roses and ash as he worked, kneeling on the floor, not even looking. the ceiling tiles repaired themselves, debris floating up to fill the gashes. The room was warm, smelling like sex and leather, roses and ash. Roe stayed on the ground until all work was done, his body finally cooling to a more normal temperature. He then stood and turned to Tegan, Adoration and wonder in his eyes.<br/><br/><em>You are Tegan... you are amazing, and I ... </em><br/><br/>he could not finish the words as he looked to her.<br/>