Tegan could barely notice, as he moved her arms, his lips claimed hers for the first time, the sudden wash of humid heat. Slowly, she began to come down, filled by him, by his spend. his voice meeting her, holding her through the descent. She panted, body shaking, bent in half, as his lips once again claimed hers, her arms sliding around his shoulders. She felt the hot, thorned leather against her forearms, but didn't care at the moment. She wanted him, all of him, she didn't ever want him to let go.<br/><br/>It was a long time, until her eyes slowly opened languidly, finally meeting the magnificent display of his wings. She gasped, though did not move, she did not have the strength. "Roe, are they...?" She asked softly, fingertips running along the top crests of the wing as far as she could reach without letting him go, ignoring the paper cuts sustained. "Thank you," she whispered, voice filled with sincerity, for trusting her, for everything he did, felt, and wanted for her.