"Libra, why?" She asked, fighting a groan of disappointment. His hands had felt amazing over her skin as he washed her. There had been sexual tension, there always would be with Rosuriel, but it had also felt good, almost like a proper massage. There were still knots in her back, and she needed to crack her spine, but she felt more relaxed.She reached for the controls and brought the dial back to the middle, for warm water instead of cold. She was out of the woods for now.<br/><br/>She turned to look up at him, and smiled softly, a blush tingeing her cheeks a light pink. Reaching for the poof, she quickly washed her front, removing the rest of their mutual spend, before rinsing off the poof, and hanging it. "Switch. Your turn." She suggested, reaching for the shampoo. Tegan was playing with fire and she knew it. But like a pyromaniac, she couldn't help it. She wanted to work her hands through his hair, over his muscles. She wanted to relax him, and bathe him. She wanted to do it because he had done it for her. She wanted to because, despite her earlier terror, she was swiftly coming to care something for him. She still didn't know him, and she doubted he ever would fully, he was still going to have to return, but she wanted to give him as much as she could before he went back. Not necessarily her body, but kindness, and possibly friendship.