Roe sat in the middle of her room, on the floor and tried to think. Tegan's emotions chased him even there and he was fighting against them. The pain he felt, he knew, was started by the bond, but there may have been more. Her constant assault on him started a growl in his throat as his clothes vanished from his body. To fight her, to fight his own nature, and to try and understand was simply to much. Without knowing it his flesh warmed and her room began to fill the the scent of roses, this time the leather and the scent of blood much stronger. Her thinking of the knife confused him, unable to see of she would strike him or herself.<br/><strong><br/>NO... if you wish to be punished, I will happily oblige. But you will like it none the less.</strong><br/><br/>The thought flew from his mind without a conscious choice. Sent out in a pulse to find Tegan and barge against her mind until she heard it. The release of the thought caused the room to heat, the scent to become almost a miasma, thick and heavy inside the room. He sat in the middle of it, like a master inside an opium den, cross legged and back to the door. He could not focus and memories of their previous night came back to his mind. They fell from his and hung in the room about him like pictures. What had made her special, what she was the none of the others had. He saw her, under him, with him, wanting him. Wanting to touch and to be touched. He found himself, for the first time wanting the same. This time without the bond, but for the sensation of her. He froze, watching the scene with awe. His mind sending the mixed signal of joy and desire from his meditation.