At first he just hummed, and his smile drew a soft laugh out of her. Sometimes a quiet little hmm was enough. She smiled back as he rolled them both and propped himself up, shading them with his wings. The water could reach more of her this way, licking against her skin, flowing along her back, and she hummed a little herself and tilted her head back to let it play with her hair.
It probably feels...a little like this, he said, his voice in her head softer than the fluff of downy feathers. He breathed out against her jaw, sending an unexpected shiver racing through her whole body. She gasped, her eyelids fluttering and her head tilting back just a little farther. Or like this… The soft of his nose trailed a line up her throat, barely touching, and she hummed again at the soft contact, the jolts that danced under her skin like lightning.
“Ohhh,” she said softly, her eyes drifting closed as her whole body went languid and liquid like the water beneath them. That’s what wings feel like? Maybe she wished she had wings, if the wind ruffling his feathers felt like that. I didn’t know skin could do that. Does it feel that good all the time? She coaxed her eyes open so she could peer up at him, meeting the curiosity there with solemn intensity. Or just when the wind is blowing?
It probably feels...a little like this, he said, his voice in her head softer than the fluff of downy feathers. He breathed out against her jaw, sending an unexpected shiver racing through her whole body. She gasped, her eyelids fluttering and her head tilting back just a little farther. Or like this… The soft of his nose trailed a line up her throat, barely touching, and she hummed again at the soft contact, the jolts that danced under her skin like lightning.
“Ohhh,” she said softly, her eyes drifting closed as her whole body went languid and liquid like the water beneath them. That’s what wings feel like? Maybe she wished she had wings, if the wind ruffling his feathers felt like that. I didn’t know skin could do that. Does it feel that good all the time? She coaxed her eyes open so she could peer up at him, meeting the curiosity there with solemn intensity. Or just when the wind is blowing?
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