[He rocks up against her once, and then twice, and then a third time. One of his hands grips at her hip, as though he needs it to ground him; the other curls gently along the outer edge of her wing]

[When he comes, it's with a strangled sort of moan, hips stuttering into something shaky and erratic. All at once, the leaves are much wetter than they were before, and for a long few seconds he shudders beneath her, lost to the pleasure]