Tegan gasped at the images that flooded her mind, eyes growing heavy as soon as he murmured the word 'sleep'. But she shook her head. "No," she refused, hand curling around his shoulder. "I don't want a dream, Rosuriel. I don't want something artificial. I want this, real. I want it for you as well as me." She tore her eyes from his, hoping to stop the flow of what he could promise her, the way she was suddenly tired. She didn't want his tricks, she didn't want to be put to sleep. She wanted to please him, and for him to please her.<br/><br/>She leaned up, and pressed a kiss to his jawline, keeping her eyes from his. Brushing he lips up to his ear, her teeth caught his lobe for a moment, before she whispered directly into his ear, voice soft and raspy. "I want you inside of me, Rosuriel, I want you to take me, and I want you to tell me what you want. I want to do this for you. I want you to be in charge. I'm yours for tonight. Take what you want..." She pulled back, eyes chancing his once more, her cheeks and ears still red. A tiny hint of uncertainly was present in the tilt of her head, her teeth catching her lower lip, as most women would have after offering a man whatever he wanted with her.