Desire was painted on his face with a brush using the broadest strokes. His hand came up, brushing her hair away so that he could see her better in the light. Her eyes caught his and threatened never to let go and he swallowed, trying not to lose himself in her gaze. His body moved to hers subconsciously, her desire causing reaction simply by wishing, desiring his touch, his embrace.<br/><br/><em>Tegan I want you.</em><br/><br/>Such simple words, crawling from his mouth and to her, over her. He did not break the look, he did not move except to speak. She had been dreaming, her state caused by being so close to him. It was wrong to have thought he could control that, and in the back of his mind he wondered we he had even tried? What had possessed him to lay so close that she could feed off of his mind and thoughts? He grew more taut, trapped between their bodies, his arousal had started to grow, if would be only moments before his skin began to release the scent and they could be lost.<br/><br/><em>Let me make it a dream for you, I promise you will not forget. You...you summoned me, let me show you as you sleep.</em><br/><br/>With the word sleep he sent the impulse to rest again. Not as powerful as last time, she would have the ability to speak, to say no, should she want. But the other words, they held promise of a dream she would not forget. A safer way to sate her desire, to feel him, his powers, as they pushed to please her. Even as he hinted to falling back across the bed he sent her a vision of her dream self with his hands running up her sides, his mouth moving to kiss the skin above her bellybutton.<br/>