Tegan gasped as his lips found her neck, and dropped her head to press a kiss to his cheek. Silently, she nodded, his reply satisfying for now. She didn't want to argue, now. Not when she still needed him so close, to satisfy herself that he was okay, that she was. Her head canted to the side, her neck exposed to him, as her grip loosened slightly, fingers trailing down is arms. She hadn't seen his arousal, but she had no doubt that it was there. "What do you want?" She asked softly, a thousand meanings to the question. What did he want now, what did the darkness want, what did he want from her?