She had called him by his name, the first bit of fear leaving her voice, and his name bounced inside his head like a leaden weight. The feeling of her body, supple and relaxing in his arms was the feeling of bliss. A bliss he had not understood before, a difference this time than in the past. There were bonds present that he had not experienced, that he did not know of or understand. He could feel her desire was still there, but no longer stoking and feeding the fire, it was different. Instead of feeling it from her, he felt it inside himself. He removed her legs from his hips but managed to keep holding her. The grip had changed, firm but far more careful than before, he would never let her fall. He pulled himself from her body, a sensation that caused a cry to escape his lips even as he bit down to stifle it.<br/><em><br/>Tegan, shhh...I can hear you.</em><br/><br/>His voice was that of a human, trying to comfort her without the aid or use of any powers. His skin still burned under her touch as he pressed to her. His mouth searched for hers, he wanted, knew that he had to kiss her then and there. Finding her lips he pressed against them, an almost chaste action until his mouth opened and his tongue searched for hers. Finally he closed his eyes and allowed himself to go, to be swept up by the woman in front of him. His cock, trapped between them, pressed against her flesh and finally emptied. Warm and thick, his orgasm spurt, then rolled from his body to coat both of their flesh. With each pulse he shivered in her embrace, each release caused his breathe to catch as he let his own abandonment become visible in her arms. His release joined the remains of their actions, that of her own spend and both their sweat that matted their upper legs.<br/><br/>He moaned into her mouth as the spasms of his orgasm were trapped between them. Gave her the sound of his satisfaction and submission as their lips were pressed together in a lover's kiss.  A shiver ran the length of his spine and down his arms to the hands holding her. Like a mortal man he came to rest, and he held her, skin to skin with the evidence of their act still upon them. He held her tightly, an arm moving around her waist to support her should she grow weak.<br/><br/><em>Tegan... your skin... how hot do you feel? It is important.</em><br/><br/>He was not commanding, for the first time there was a tone of worry, or true concern as he asked the question.