He smiled before her mouth took his, pressing to him with a hungry ferocity that made him grow a little weak. Not in strength, but at the knees. The way a man should when a woman wants him, takes him, forces him to realize her care and devotion. He responded to her kiss, refusing to let her go, standing stock till in the hallway as he caressed her lips with own. He didn't want to break the kiss, break the new spell she was weaving to summon the man away from all other parts of his persona.<br/><br/>Finally, the moment was ready to pause. It was not done, no, it would not be done, couldn't be finished or rushed.  It would not end, but it would burn him slowly and keep them both warm. He made it to the bath and then smiled.<br/><br/><em>A game, to lighten us even as we are close. Tegan. Stand there on the carpet, raise your hands and lace your fingers with your hair entwind between them. I ... I have something special to have you feel.</em><br/><br/>He set her down slowly, not wanting to lose the sensation of her near, but he had an idea, and he would again show her wondrous things. He watched her, smiling, leaving his mind open to hers, showing he had no pain, no fear, she was near and close and that is what he drew joy from.<br/>