Tegan shook in his hold, shaking her head, face still pressed into his shoulder. She didn't want to let go. And he made no move to do so. "I can't stand it," She whispered. "God, how much that hurt you... Roe, you'll break my heart doing that..." She told him. It was not a threat, it was not a promise. It was a fact. She knew they had to go. She wanted to go home. She wanted to hold him, she wanted to have him, she wanted him to have her, hold her, and take her. She still had aftershocks rocking through her body, between her legs were wet and sticky with their shared spend. What she wouldn't give for teleportation abilities. She wasn't going to move until he made her, or until he was the necklace again.