Tegan gasped as she felt the boot loosen, her eyes widening as she saw him across the room, her mind conjuring her in front of her, kneeling. The hands cradled her calf, kept her steady, but they were not hi, they were not what she needed. Her mind cried out for<em>his</em>touch,<em>his</em>closeness. She shook her head at his request. She knew how he felt, and it touched her to the core, she couldn't believe the reverence with which he saw her, she knew there was no pain, that he was perfectly content. But she wasn't convinced. She needed to touch him, to convince herself that he was all right.<br/><br/>She shook her head at his question. "No... Roe I need<em>you</em>" She said, held immobile by the phantom hands, her own still interlaced in her curls. He could undress her, she wanted him to, but not like that. "Please..."