Tegan sighed, as he returned back around her throat, watching his transformation, unable to feel awe, as his arms disappeared. Her hand gently cradled the pendant, and brought it to her lips. She brushed her soft lips over him, a slow, tender kiss, before returning him between her breasts tucked beneath the corset. Only then did she dress, tugging skin-tight jeans back up her sticky, sweaty thighs, and the shirt over top the corset. The boot was last, and then she left.<br/><br/>The bus ride home was perhaps the longest she had ever taken. She felt horrible that he'd shown her his wings, that it had hurt him. Glancing down at her hand, soft smudges on her palm belied the blood even on the back of the pendant. She choked back a sub, and scrubbed her hand against her thigh, chafing the blood onto the dark-wash jeans. She all but bolted off of the bus, and to her house. She slammed the door behind her, and panted, her bag falling unceremoniously to the floor. She swore softly.She needed him. There. She needed to hold him, and she needed him to hold her.