She blinked up at him, and gestured to the left. The bath/shower was right next to them. She didn't necessarily  want a shower right then, but she would humour him. How could she not? She was as weak as a newborn kitten because of him. But then, she didn't want to go anywhere near cool water at the moment, she was too warm. She closed her eyes, and pressed into the hand that held her jaw, rubbing her cheek against him, listening, though she still didn't see the issue. She shifted in his grasp, so she could move more freely, and slitted her eyes, looking at the bathtub with a certain amount of animosity. She wanted to stay there, in his arms, and damn the consequences.<br/><br/>Tegan's eyes flew wide at the first nip at her jaw, and her head instinctively fell back, exposing her throat to him with a soft whimper. Her hand curled in his hair, holding him to her throat.<em>Ah, bite me...</em>her mind begged, shoulders dropping down to stretch her neck further, head tipping t the side to offer the side of her throat, right below the ear. Her neck had always been extremely sensitive, and she had always loved attention there.<br/><br/>Bath forgotten, she pressed closer to him, ignoring the prickle of sweat that broke out across her back and forehead, ignoring the heat, any discomfort too sensual to be called that. Her head began to float deliciously once more, and her legs wrapped themselves around his, her free hand tracing designs on his back.