He listened with both his ears and his mind, one mundane and the other arcane. He saw her, felt her turn into his embrace, roll into his bare chest and his arm instinctively moved around her. He watched her, hoping that he could divert the dream into something more calming. He continue to focus, trying to keep the distraction of her body from his mind. But her actions, her noises from her sleep, already he could feel the arousal start to build, and he had nothing between them with which to hide it.<br/><br/><em>No Tegan... just sleep, sleep is fine.</em><br/><br/>He watched her, and then changed his position, holding her close, trying to trap her body to his. He had not started to heat up up, and he focused on that, keeping his skin as cool as possible, maybe she could shake the dream, but he had promised. He hated it, he did want her, her clothes would be as rags under his hands had he not promised. But he had, what was he thinking?