The sensation of the chocolate was still tingling in Roe's displaced mind, the natural response of Tegan's body to the treat had him a little dizzy and for a moment he wanted to cover her skin in that soft melting sensation. Of those he had known before, few could enjoy simple pleasures, few he basic desires. In the past money, power, control were the coin and weakness of trade. He had, after all this time, finally found what he called a woman. She was not complicated, not motivated by desires of things she did not need. She wanted happiness, wanted to be cherish, at times she wanted to be taken, and at others she wanted to take.<br/><br/>As Roe worked through this the necklace heated up, a ghost of warmth and the softest build of roses. Not his full pheromone scent, but just the flowers, a gift fro the woman who wore him. He could feel each and every beat of her heart. He would rise and fall with each breath of her leather encased chest. He indulged in just her sensation, the feeling of her flesh, and it was hard to resist the temptation to spread across her skin and cover her body.<br/><br/>She had said the class was important, said she needed to pay attention, and he did his best to comply. She was having none of that. her fingers, fishing him from under the dark blue shirt, brought him to light. The rubies that had once been bright red were almost a red black of drying blood. They still caught the light, and shone a warm light. her fingers played across him, touching him, not his mortal body, but his consciousness and he was paralyzed as lust and want filtered through his mind. beads of sweat appeared on the necklace, moving to roll along her skin. Her fingers played him, tortured him with the softest touch.<br/><br/>Her tongue, her lips, on the necklace brought a moan that surely had to be audible, yet no one else could hear it. She had heard that sound before, when she had taken him in her room, when she had pleasured him with her mouth. When she had broken him with her touch.<br/><br/><em>Tegan.... You need to.... I'm ... Tegan...</em><br/><br/>Her voice whispered around his body, wrapping him in sound as he had done to her many times in the last two days. He cried out, the want for release so bad that he contemplated bending time so that he could take her right there in the classroom. He heard her friend's voice, her her ask about the necklace. A boy....BOY... how dare she ... how... Tegan's tongue cut the rest of the budding tirade off as she licked along his mind, sending him spinning.<br/><br/>He had been listening to the others, learning of the society and the language from those around her. it was a simple trick, netting the exposed thoughts of others. He learned about her class from the teacher himself. Whatever the professor had planned Roe now knew. But he had to struggle to keep calm, afraid that if Tegan kept this up the ruby in her mouth would be his and heard downfall.<br/><br/>Roe reached out with her mind, and did something to get her attention. He focused on the ridge in her thong, knowing how her body had been reacting. He lowered the ridge in most place, but not all. Under her rear he reshaped the ridge into that of a rounded thumb like protrusion. He was unsure if Tegan would approve or shy from the touch, but it may be enough to get her to stop licking him. The protrusion moved against the tightness of her body, against her rear. it did not enter, no , but put pressure. he didnt want her to<br/><br/><em>1800 seconds Tegan, you can make that. I can make that. 30 minutes. Hold out Tegan, and we will have each other soon.</em>