<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65875.msg3003030#msg3003030">Quote from: echoes on 05-05-2010, 16:22:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roe nodded and carefully swept Tegan up. This was not a display of anything more than the strength the body possessed, there was no hint of otherworldly abilities. This he did himself. He was warm, but not burning to the touch. It was the warmth of comfort, happiness, at being in a certain place, with a certain person. He debated internally another small use of abilities, and he felt it justified. <br/><br/>Roe created a small pocket of air, the same temperature as the room was now, and held it around them. Then, carrying Tegan as if she where made of porcelain, he started to the bedroom. The pocket followed them, and like blending water with two different temperatures, Roe eased the transition from the steaming bathroom to the cooler house. <br/><br/>He had not moved fast, enjoying just the feel and moment of carrying Tegan. It was something simple, something honest, a rarity in his long life. He moved into her bedroom, a grin as he though "Didn't we just start here?" and over to her bed. He looked at her once and then crawled onto the bed, still holding her close.<br/><em><br/>Are you very tired Tegan?</em><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>A slow smile stole across her features, and she giggled softly as he lay them down, curling close, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. "Actually I think it was on the floor, over there," she replied, curled safe in his warmth. She had noticed the lack of post-bathroom chill, and appreciated it, making a mental note to ask him tomorrow about it. Her lips trailed languidly across his collarbone as he asked after her, and she smiled again, against his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Yes, but not sleepy," her face tipped up so her eyes could meet his, and she pressed a kiss to his chin. Her fingers slowly ran over his back in small circles as she lay in his arms, not entirely ambitious to move anywhere in particular any time soon.