Tegan loved flowers, really loved them and she'd hardly ever been given them. So she luxouriated in her gift,  burying her nose in the edge of them, just for moment, breathing in the fresh, alive, sensual smell, before smiling and saying thank you. His brief embrace, added to the wonderful sense of rightness.  Now he was here she knew she'd she'd made the right decision, she didn't feel embarrassed or uncomfortable at all, just so pleased he was there.<br/><br/>"Welcome," she said opening the door wider, stepping back for him to come in," Even the draft  of him passing feeling hot on her skin.  "The sitting room is through there, she gestured, make yourself comfortable, and I'll just check on dinner and get some glasses for that bottle. It was so lovely of you to bring it, I must admit I have a real weakness for champagne, it must be the bubbles."<br/><br/>She just couldn't stop smiling, and any minute now he'd think she was a inane idiot.  Tegan, cradled the flowers gently, and broke her gaze away from his, standing still for a moment, waiting for him to make his way to the sitting room before she herself disappeared off the the kitchen.<br/>