Tegan closed her eyes, and leaned against him, as he soaped her back. His strong hands smoothing the lather over her muscles felt wonderful, and a soft groan escaped her throat at the feeling. Exhaustion warred with the need to be close, with the need to make him, and her, feel alive. She wanted him, though not like usual. She wanted him slow, she wanted him close She wanted to fall asleep with him around her, inside her. She wanted him to keep working over her back. And for a minute, she wanted him to be human, no wings, no hell. But that wasn't him. It wouldn't be him. She couldn't love him if he was different.<br/><br/>She rested in his arms, not reaching for the soap, to return the favour, to wash him. She wanted to be selfish for a little longer. She wanted never to leave him. She didn't know what she wanted other than to never be separated.