Blushing, Tegan hurriedly pulled his tunic over her head. It was thick, and still held some of his body heat. It hung long on her. Cord sat back a little as he looked at it.
“Okay, you may not be fashionable but it will bring less attention than this dress,” he said as he ripped the underskirt from the main dress. Tegan felt her heart race as he leaned forward and his hands reached up to the waistband of the dress, his hands skimming her behind has he pulled forcibly. There was a mini tug of war between the dress and Cord, but with a hard pull and a cry of victory he tore the fabric away. Cord tossed the underskirt to the side and then his hands were under her skirt again.
“What are you doing?” Tegan found her voice as his hands circled her legs.
“Measuring,” he murmured.
“Measuring what?” Tegan asked breathlessly as his hand slid up her legs to her thighs.
“You used all knives?” he asked as his hands glided over the harnesses.
“Yes,” Tegan bit her lip as his hands slid down her legs again. “You could just have asked me,” she whispered heatedly.
“I suppose I could,” his rakish smile made her catch her breath.
“Are you finished down there?” Tegan snapped, feeling self-conscious that his hands still loosely held onto her legs.
“My my, little tiger, such an invitation,” Cord grinned at her.
“Get up!”
Chuckling, he grabbed the bottom of her dress. “One more thing,” he said and then pushed the dagger through the material, when he had made a sizeable hole, he pulled the dress taut and sliced through the satin, cutting away some of the length, until the result was more of a heavy skirt instead of a full length formal gown.
Tegan helped him to his feet, and he stepped back and assessed her in the dim light. “I think humans call it emo.”
“Call what emo?” Tegan asked looking down at the black tunic and torn skirt.
“Your outfit,” Cord said with a small smile.
“I’m pretty sure they call ithomeless,” Tegan replied as she reached out to steady him and he laughed at her reply. “Will you be warm enough?”
“Yes, my body temperature runs a little higher,” Cord slipped his arm around her. “When we walk out like this, people are going to think you and I were down here for a good time.”
“There’s nothing here,” Tegan said as she looked around.
“Precisely,” Cord stopped for a moment to steady himself again. “Remind me never to deplete my energy like this again,” he grumbled as he leaned back into her.
“I think you at least killed all the Drakhyn in the hall,” Tegan whispered as they made their way to the entrance of the alley.
“I did,” Cord replied stoically. “And you can say it, the remaining Akrhyn as well.”
Tegan bit her lip as she nodded. “I don’t think there were many,” she offered, flinching as she thought about those Akrhyn.
“I still killed them,” Cord’s hand came up and rubbed his face as he closed his eyes in pain. “I still killed them,” he whispered into the night.
“You saved so many others,” Tegan said quietly, trying to offer him support.
“Did I? If it was your loved one, would you care that I saved some but not your husband, father, brother, son?”
“Don’t think about this just now, we need to get back,” Tegan murmured soothingly. “I don’t suppose you knowwherewe are?”
“Possibly Prince George?” Cord ventured.
“Why?”
“I wasn’t really thinking, little tiger. I just knew I had to get you out of there.”
“Why not Headquarters?” Tegan shifted under his weight slightly.