Tegan's head fell back as his fingers began to work over her scalp, and she barely bit back a moan. His hands were heaven, and she knew that it was, indeed  bad idea to have said yes to him. She stood silently as his voice surrounded her, forcing herself to ignore the sensual tone, how his fingers massaging her scalp brought every hair to attention on her body, how his heat radiated against her back. She turned with his touch, and tipped her head back into the spray, eyes closed.<br/><br/>It took her a moment to register his next question, and her eyes flew open, in surprise, and she shuddered at the thought. He was so potent, she wasn't sure if she would be able to keep herself in check. But she couldn't for the life of her force herself to say no. Silently she reached for her bath poof, and squeezed some soap onto it. She rubbed the soap into it until it was frothing, before handing it to him, and turning, the blush renewed on her cheeks.<br/><br/>She braced herself against the cold wall, swallowing nervously. Her back was creamy white, freckles seeming to fall from the abundance on her shoulders, lessening to none as they reached the bottom of her shoulder blades, leaving a cream expanse of flawless skin right down to her toes. Her front was similar, the smattering of freckled fading in numbers to just above her nipples, and peppering the length of her arms.