<em>The scene before her faded, the orange flames, charcoal smoke, the jeering - all fading as her body finally relaxed. Sighing, she lay where she had fallen, before opening her eyes once again, and finding herself in her room with Rosuriel. She was safe at home, at peace. She looked up to him, and grinned at the smile on his face, feeling giddy like a twelve year old with a crush. His head swooped down, and his mouth caught hers in a kiss. A soft groan escaped her, as she kissed him back, hard, tired of refusing him. He rolled over her, and leaned his head down, kissing her neck, teasing her nude body. She whimpered out, clinging to him, rolling her hips against him.</em><br/><br/>"Please...." Tegan murmured the plea in her sleep, turning in his arms to face him, her shirt pulling tight across her breasts, the edge of a nipple peeking out. She pressed close to the furnace bedside her, and her muscles half-mimicked the movements of her dream. "..want you..." She murmured, her cheeks staining in her sleep, her centre once again becoming warm and alive. "Roe...."<br/><br/><em>He was playing hard-to-get, shaking his head, only teasing her, working her to fever pitch, laughing as she pleaded, begged, and reached for him.</em><br/><br/>She growled in frustration, desire whipping a storm within her, frustration drawing her eyebrows together.