<em>No, as a matter of fact you cannot.</em><br/><br/>His voice was soft, but a firmness in it that was often unlike him. He brought her back to him, not letting her escape, still cleaning her, slowly coating her with the rich lather before the shower took it away.<br/><em><br/>Tegan, you have made me feel like an Angel again, not like the fallen shadow I thought I once was. I am confused and trying to understand. But I am happy, very happy. At one time the Angels were to servants of man, servants out of mandate and need. I am doing this by choice. You have given me that. Whether you know it or not, you have done so much, and now I want to do for you. I will be done soon, but do not feel bad for my attentions.</em><br/><br/>He cleaned her, at one point kneeling, glad for the water to mask the scent he could still take, taste, hold. It was easier to resist the urge, the need to take her again as he washed her leg, and gently washed atop  her most intimate of skin. When he was done he stood, turning both of them so he could hold her again, hold her as the shower spray washed away the evidence of his wings.<br/><br/>He stayed holding her, knowing by instinct when the shower warmth would leave. He shut the water off and just stood with Tegan in the veritable sauna the shower had become.