What Tristan got back from his kiss was everything he could ever need. Tristan was sure of it. The completeness of those tender moments seemed to galvanize him to her. He wanted to bring her with him and see everything.  He wanted to share his world with her.<br/><br/>Time for her to learn more about him. Time for her to sort out the Trainer from the man.  Time for her to learn about herself.  What he guess. What they would explore together. Not all at once thank goodness. Not even he could do everything he wanted to in one day, nor was he willing to try.<br/><br/>For now it was enough to ache for her. Let her see with her own eyes what effect she had on him every time he thought about her.  Every time he touched her and welcomed her into her orgasm.<br/><br/>Her hands that had clutched him so harshly now opened a little. He cocked his head as she bit her lip. Grinning playfully and nibbled her chin before speaking. With one last look she tucked her head against his chest. It was cheating pure and simple.<br/><br/>Once she had cooled and he had calmed down enough to walk properly he would take her to his class room. Other students would be there as well. Music wasn't scheduled until tomorrow. Today it was art.<br/><br/>Currently Tristan was far to busy with her finger painting to be bothered with others. Far too busy as her canvas.<br/><br/>"Ohhhh... yess... I like that very much," He murmured as he kissed her hair.<br/><br/>