Roe made sure to have her hips firmly between his hands, he lifted slightly, removing most of her weight from her trembling legs. All Tegan needed to do was rock, sway, and she would have all of him. She controlled the tempo and the intensity and he bore the weight of the meeting. He removed all visions again, leaving nothing but the moment, far more intense than a dream or an idea could be.<br/><br/>His abyssal self drank from the lust that Tegan provided, reveling in the moment of contact where they debauched themselves. The man lost him self in the sensations, the feeling of pleasure that they both shared. The Demon and man met at the middle ground. If Tegan was not ready to loose herself upon them, if she were not ready to thrust back and take them how she wished, then they would take her once again.<br/><br/>Roe leaned over and kissed the middle of Tegan's spin, lips parting the streaks of water that sluiced from her skin. He would know what to do with her next action.