Turlough often wonders at Tegan's fiery nature. So different, so alien to the way he operates. She hasn't learned the dangers of passion. Yet.
Tegan thinks Turlough must be made of ice. With those huge blue eyes of his, she wouldn't be surprised if he melted away beneath her hands. His breath against her ear is cooler than a human's, as if she needed another reminder of his otherworldly origin.
Turlough gasps, arching up blindly as she reaches down to grasp him.
"Ah" she breathes, her lips twitching in a mockery of his smirk, "not frozen all over, are we?"
Tegan thinks Turlough must be made of ice. With those huge blue eyes of his, she wouldn't be surprised if he melted away beneath her hands. His breath against her ear is cooler than a human's, as if she needed another reminder of his otherworldly origin.
Turlough gasps, arching up blindly as she reaches down to grasp him.
"Ah" she breathes, her lips twitching in a mockery of his smirk, "not frozen all over, are we?"