Tegan bit back a laugh at his questions. Was she done with him? How could she be? Did she want to sleep? God, yes. She was tired, both from their lovemaking and summoning him. It had taken a lot of energy, surprisingly. And it had caught up with her. Swallowing, she snook her head. She knew what would happen if he whispered into her ear, and that would end with another old shower, which was not her favourite thing. "I think I can manage to sleep by myself..." She replied, "and if you want to sleep with me, it's fine"<em>Fire, fire what a wonderful little plaything. Once burned, not smart enough to be even some shy.</em><br/><br/>She ducked out to turn off the lights, and make sure her doors were locked, needing to get away from his glorious nudity. Her feet dragged across her cracked floors, and she groaned. How much would it cost to fix those? She turned back to her room, and took a deep breath. It was just sleep. He had promised not to touch her inappropriately. Rolling her shoulders back, she took the opportunity to crack her back, the breast-thrusting motion better done alone.<br/><br/>She trudged back upstairs, her foot catching the last one, and stumbled a step, before she walked straight into her room, kicking her door shut, and crawled into bed on the left side, trying to ignore him, and flopped face first into the pillows, facing the wall. Her mind rushed, his scent filled her, his heat and presence not helping at all to cool her. She sighed to herself, trying to take her mind off things.<em>She'd forgotten to braid her hair.</em>It was easier to curl her hair herself into manageable waves by braiding it wet than try to drag a brush through it and curl it with a scalding iron every day.