Roe was burning, the heat of the necklace building and coursing as if his heat were to spread and take her body. The excitement in her step, the steady pounding of her pulse was the rhythm of their bodies meeting. He swam in her thoughts, taking each one and feeling it, experiencing it as she pushed them through his mind. He panted, the necklace lapping at her skin like some feral animal as she rushed.<br/><br/><em>Tegan... get your pants down or I will shred them to get to you.</em><br/><br/>The necklace began to melt, move, shifting under her shirt and flowing down her skin. It rolled over her shoulders, chasing her sweat as it moved down her spine with the thickness of melted chocolate. He covered her flesh in a sheen of his form, growing in scope as his lust started to override all other thought. Every touch was a kiss, a tongue against her skin as he moved. Ghost like hands ran under the fabric of the corset, cupping her even more tightly, pinching at her flesh as he resisted taking form and rending the garments before splaying her across whatever flat service he could find.<br/><br/>He could not stop himself, continually coating her flesh, her body in a liquid skin made of his own form. His hands itched to form, to touch her, to hold her as close as he was now. He forced himself from her with a moan turning almost into a cry. He took form behind her, completely naked, aroused, erect and turgid waiting for her body to be bare. His mind sealed the door, nothing less than a minor godling would be able to force it open. His eyes never left her body, the vision of her on a  table, sating their need,  refusing to be dismissed from his mind.<br/><em><br/>I Will Have you Tegan. ..Now!</em><br/><br/>His voice rolled as the room exploded in his and her scent, he had adapted, taking her scent as part of his own, mixing both of their lusts in a perfume of arousal. He wanted her ready, need her ready, Roe needed Tegan.<br/>