He had been moving slowly, every motion had been a dragging stroke to pull his length against her, to enter and completely fill and distend her body as he sought to pleasure her. His hands held her gently, wanting to experience the full satisfaction of their motions. Had he been going faster, had he been driving her to bend her to his will, he never would have noticed her collapse. Even as she succumbed to the sensation he felt his own body panic, change, respond to hers. She had not released him, had yet to push him away, make him stop.<br/><br/>A second, then third stroke as she wilted in his arms. He stopped, holding her, teeth releasing her skin, both hands coming up to hold her body against him so that she would not fall. He moved to lay her to the floor, his body staying with hers, refusing to separate from her form. He laid atop partially atop her, curling his form to hers. Inside his mind he tried to regain the logic, and the ,he had before they had begun. He had to cool her body, what had she said, a knob, blue meant cold. He struggled against his nature, and his hips moved again, still inside her he moaned to the back of her head.<br/><br/>He was distracted, her skin warming like his own. Her scent, intermixed with his own and just as strong, called to him, demanded a complex reaction that was programmed into his being. With glazed eyes he watched her, felt his own heart hammer inside his chest as he struggled to regain his composure, his control.  A hand came up and brushed her hair from the back of her neck.  Leaning forward to kiss her neck caused him to adjust insider her, still gripped tightly by her body. He was so close as his lips touched her skin.<br/><br/>Her skin burned, shocking him back to the reality of his act, she was burning. Rosuriel closed his eyes, focusing and then a wave of panic hit him. His own heart was beating slow, he was tired, worn out, his own heat seemed far greater, affecting him much more than he would have imagined.  He forced himself up  to his knees, pulling himself from her with a cry as he reached for the controls of the bath. He did as she had instructed, pulling and twisting the knob as told.<br/><br/>And then he stared, watching as the water poured forth from the facuet to the tub below. He stared in absent fascination, dipping his hand into the running water and pulling it away.<br/><br/><em>Tegan, this is amazing, this is…</em><br/><br/>He turned to look at her and blinked, his mouth moving and then growing still. He was ashamed that he had sounded so naive, but more worried  as he looked to her laying there. Abashed at his distraction he moved to pick her up, carefully lifting her with trembling arms as looked at her face.<br/><em><br/>I tried to warn you Tegan, I did, I ... I'm sorry.</em><br/><br/>He whispered his apology, the words sounding strange as he set her into the basin of the bath. He reached down, taking a moment to figure out how to stopper the draining water. He had not made the water freezing, no, that could make the situation worse. He had adjusted to the water to add just a little warmth. And once the water started to build he began to cup his hand, taking the water and pouring is over the skin of her lower body, careful to avoid her most sensitive areas, lest he be tempted again.<br/>