Tegan curled in his arms, again, burying her face in his shoulder. She felt bruised and battered, exhaustion at the pain she felt for him settling deep within her. She barely noticed his fingers tracing over her back, her arms tightening in response. And then, he opened, flooded her mind with everything he felt. And there was no pain. It was a balm over the worst road rash ever. She relaxed in his arms, finally looking up to him, relief plain on her features. With a soft groan, she pulled herself to his mouth, her lips pressing harshly against his, the kiss telling him everything she couldn't. How much it had hurt her, how much she needed him, how she never wanted anything to happen to him, what she would do for him.<br/><br/>It took minutes for her to pull away, and look at him, soothed but still solemn. "Shower," She finally replied softly. They both needed it. Then bed.