He saw that smile. He saw that smile and he approved, in every way. He didn't pull himself out, instead he ground his hips as if to stir her inside. He did that twice, a full pulling of her hips and body to his before he wrapped his arm around her and knelt, taking her with him, keeping her atop him. One hand up cupping a breast, holding and not playing, the other to her head, tilting her to meet him. His head bent down as he brought her head up, and he kissed her.<br/><br/>Roe knelt against the tile of the bath, insulating Tegan from the cold touch, his body still regaining full composure. In the past he would not even have been winded, and here he was panting. The feeling of being inside her, both of their orgasms consuming them, was delicious, extravagant. And so there he knelt, holding her, their bodies entwined and alive. Soon he would carrying her to her bed, but not just yet.