It wasn't often that Tegan wore clothes like these, especially a dress that needed no bra and could only barely conceal the wispy lace thong that was her only other attire.  But catching the tail end of an appreciative glance, she was glad she had put it on, especially as he had worn such a debonair suit.  The second skin of the silk made her feel so sexy, so deliciously female, and it was such a long time since she'd dressed up in style.<br/><br/>Her face lit up at his complementing of her home, "Thank you, I love this place, it was my Aunt's and I had some very happy times here," she didn't tell him that it had been in the family forever, or who her family had been, she never did, it seemed too like boasting to her, and a life so far away from what she had now.<br/><br/>She had been brought up and schooled in the ways of 'Polite society' and until her parents had died so suddenly, had led a sheltered pampered life.  Small touches about her revealed a little of her early years: the way she could move so gracefully; how she opened the champagne with a neat turn of the bottle, mist the only thing escaping; how she treated her guests and arranged the flowers in the vase that she was to put on the dining room table.  But these echoes of a past life, weren't what she was thinking about as she excused herself, she was thinking about the Captain, and how she still quivered inside at the nearness of him.<br/><br/>It took only a few minutes to deftly arrange the flowers, put the vegetables on and then finally to bring the glasses back to the sitting room. She had planned a meal which didn't take too much looking after, she wanted to be with him, not with the food.  Tegan opened and poured the champagne,  passing him a glass of the golden bubbles and then sat on the arm of the chair opposite him, "Dinner will be ready very soon, I hope you don't mind eating nearly straight away." She couldn't really tell him why she'd thought she'd serve up so quickly, so she brought the glass to her lips and took her first sip, concentrating on the little explosions on her tongue and then the taste filling her mouth. Tegan's eyes almost closed, as the sensual experience of the champagne took over for a moment, before she smiled self-deprecatingly at him, hoping he didn't mind how easily and how often, sensations, tastes and sounds got to her.