Roe kissed Tegan's cheek, his hand coming up to close her eyes, but he did not wish her to sleep. His body beside hers, lean, taut, hers to sample at her whim. He kissed both eyelids, soft, gentle touches as he leaned atop her. His chest pressed to her shoulder. His hand, having been done moved down her face, over her shoulder her and to her arm. The room was without the scent of roses, for now it was just the two of them there on the bed.<br/><br/>He was not bothered by her nakedness, no of his own. Roe did nothing to hide himself, not understanding the modesty some might possess. They had sampled one another, shared each others passions and releases. The memories still stood within his mind, the demon was sated. It was an unearthly hunger, a desire to be fed by desire itself. It went quicker as he used his powers, but it was a self replacing supply, taken from those he was with without hurting them. If he used his other powers there was more danger, once unleashed it was hard to reign in, and those powers fed on blood, fear and despair.<br/><br/>But for now he did not think of those infernal powers, or how Tegan would see him should he use them. He thought of the woman beside him, and how he had never felt a pleasure such as she had offered. He had been debased and debauched, used and commanded and each torment was exquisite in its suffering. But with her, with Tegan, he pleasured her as a man would and that made the difference.<br/><em><br/>If we are not to sleep, let us try talk. Tell me what is on your mind, but try not to arouse me if you can avoid it. I would hate to have to change your sheets this late in the evening.</em>