Yeah. Probably going home was a good idea. She could go sneak away into the jungle and curl up in one of the little caves all by herself, in the dark and the quiet. Hide away and think, because she had an awful lot to think about. She kept walking, curled in on herself and maybe a little miserable, and definitely confused. Maybe more confused than she’d ever been before.
“Oh, Kali.” His voice was so soft, and his skin was so soft as he pulled her against him, and his wings were so soft as he wrapped them around her and held her close. She snuggled up into his embrace, sighing and letting him play with her hair the way he always did, the way that made her feel safe and warm and cozy tucked away beneath the shadow of those wings.
This isn’t you, baby, I messed up. His voice in her mind was a quiet caress, soothing her unexpectedly frayed edges as she relaxed against him. He pulled back, tipped her face up with a touch of his wings, and stared into her eyes. Just the way he looked at her set her lower lip to trembling a little and her eyes to tearing up. Not her fault, he said it wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t done anything bad, hadn’t messed up whatever new thing this was, hadn’t ruined it.
He looked down at her lips again, grey eyes intense and intent as he leaned in slowly and kissed her again. I want you, he’d told her, and of course she wanted him too, wanted to cuddle with him and play with him, wanted to explore with him, anything just to spend time together. He was maybe her favorite person in the whole world, and anything she did with him was her favorite thing. But maybe it meant more than that when he said it, because that new light was in his eyes again, and those soft kisses made her heart beat faster.
You would never be a bad secret to me. She’d be his good secret then, his very best secret, and something about that thought made her sway into him, made that hot, not quite itchy feeling come back, made the touch of his feathers to her cheek light her up inside. Why did it have to be secret, if it felt so good? Why would Daddy hate him? She almost asked, but his lips were on her throat again, and her knees felt weak, and the way her body hummed made it hard to think.
What kind of more? she asked, tipping her head back and brushing her lips against the line of his jaw. Because she should know, right? If she was supposed to choose, she should know. A nervous buzzing in her ear reminded her, pushed her to ask, Why would Daddy hate you, Khari. And quieter, so quiet she almost couldn’t even hear herself think it, Would he hate me too? It sounded like a big decision, even if she didn’t understand why. Maybe she should take some time, think about it, and give him her answer later. Especially if it was something that would make Daddy mad. She didn’t want to do that.
“Oh, Kali.” His voice was so soft, and his skin was so soft as he pulled her against him, and his wings were so soft as he wrapped them around her and held her close. She snuggled up into his embrace, sighing and letting him play with her hair the way he always did, the way that made her feel safe and warm and cozy tucked away beneath the shadow of those wings.
This isn’t you, baby, I messed up. His voice in her mind was a quiet caress, soothing her unexpectedly frayed edges as she relaxed against him. He pulled back, tipped her face up with a touch of his wings, and stared into her eyes. Just the way he looked at her set her lower lip to trembling a little and her eyes to tearing up. Not her fault, he said it wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t done anything bad, hadn’t messed up whatever new thing this was, hadn’t ruined it.
He looked down at her lips again, grey eyes intense and intent as he leaned in slowly and kissed her again. I want you, he’d told her, and of course she wanted him too, wanted to cuddle with him and play with him, wanted to explore with him, anything just to spend time together. He was maybe her favorite person in the whole world, and anything she did with him was her favorite thing. But maybe it meant more than that when he said it, because that new light was in his eyes again, and those soft kisses made her heart beat faster.
You would never be a bad secret to me. She’d be his good secret then, his very best secret, and something about that thought made her sway into him, made that hot, not quite itchy feeling come back, made the touch of his feathers to her cheek light her up inside. Why did it have to be secret, if it felt so good? Why would Daddy hate him? She almost asked, but his lips were on her throat again, and her knees felt weak, and the way her body hummed made it hard to think.
What kind of more? she asked, tipping her head back and brushing her lips against the line of his jaw. Because she should know, right? If she was supposed to choose, she should know. A nervous buzzing in her ear reminded her, pushed her to ask, Why would Daddy hate you, Khari. And quieter, so quiet she almost couldn’t even hear herself think it, Would he hate me too? It sounded like a big decision, even if she didn’t understand why. Maybe she should take some time, think about it, and give him her answer later. Especially if it was something that would make Daddy mad. She didn’t want to do that.
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