<em>Yes Mistress.</em><br/><br/>The words were automatic to her instruction and he took a step forward even as she drew the curtain to half closed. When she turned the shower on he stopped, frozen in mid stride, his eyes wide with amazement as he watched the pressurized stream flowed from the spout. It was almost a childlike awe that was on his face as he saw the water catch the light, pulsing and moving to land on Tegan, and then he saw her.<br/><br/>His mouth opened a low sound came forth that he had no chance of hiding. His neck tensed as he watched the water pour around her, drip from her curves, her body and patter against the floor of the bath. The cold water did nothing to hide her features, hide the gentle and smooth nature of her body. He looked at her, as if her were to count and memorize every freckle, as if he would remember how many breaths she would take.<br/><br/>He took another step towards the shower, his eyes on the woman before him. His nature reacted without his will, and the scent of roses grew. This time the accompanying scents did not join, just the smell of roses as his hand reached out to move the curtain. The water may have been ice falling from the spout, but it would do nothing to hide the blush that caused his skin to glow, nor stop the feeling growing between his legs.<br/><br/>He could not take his eyes from the woman in front of her, and in a soft voice.<br/><em><br/>May I join you?</em><br/>