Yeah. I can't think of anything better.
He couldn't either, just then. He didn't want to do anything else but lounge out here. The rest of the world barely existed, so far out there where they didn't have to see or hear it. Alone out here.
What do wings feel like, Khari? Hmm, he thought about it, not really trying too hard. So impossibly relaxed, save for the crash of his pulse and these sensations of her laying against him, her head resting on his chest. He lifted his wings, letting the water trickle down like a quiet rain and back to the ocean a moment before he curled and wrapped them around the two of them.
Does it feel the same when the wind dances in your feathers as it does when it plays with your hair? Her nose swept lightly along the underside, and he held his breath. It tickled a little, or tingled, or shivered, and his feathers ruffled like goosebumps across skin. It felt so good. She snorted, and he grinned again. Is it more like skin, or totally different? Do they make your heart ache for the sky when the wind is just right?
He didn't really want to think about it. He wasn't a very good flier, though he hoped to be one day. Hmm, he hummed again, smiling wider, rolling them over to lean above her. His wings folded at the wrists to either side of them, blotting out the sun and walling them off in the shade of his body. It probably feels... a little like this, he said quietly, bending to hover his mouth at the sensitive place below her jaw. Without touching her, he blew out a slow stream of breath, making her skin tighten up and prickle with a shuddering chill.
Or like this... And he barely, so lightly, dragged the tip of his nose slowly up her throat, his mouth stopping at her jawline, lingering, hesitating. Then he pulled back to gauge her reaction, staring down at her with curious grey eyes.