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[Keeps petting, gentle; he tips his head a little, to give her better access]

[Well, if given the invitation, she'll go on and take it. Her breathing is still a bit heavy, heartrate hummingbird-quick as she lays kisses down to his collarbone and up to his chin. Her hands run little circles over his hips, soothing at where she'd gripped before as if in apology]

[He shivers a little, at the soft touches - keeps up the soothing motion of his hands, though one of them trails downward, stroking gentle over her hip and thigh, and then upward again to ruffle gently through the feathers of her wing]

[She chirps, soft, pressing into his hands and shimmying against the rest of him. There's a shakier breath as she nips at his neck, still soft]

...got you pretty worked up, huh.

[Another gentle ruffle]

Lemme make it up to you.

[She flushed dark, but gives another eager chirrup nevertheless as her hands start to wander]

...You ain't tired?

Being tired ain't gonna stop my hands none.

[A beat; he flushes a little, dark]

Or my mouth, if that's better.

[A shiver goes through her at the thought of it, aware of everywhere they meet and everywhere they could be meeting instead, and she flushes to match--licks her lips before replying. There's a hint of grackle cry in her voice, tone equally shy and eager]

I...I mean. When birds do it they call it a cloacal kiss. So it'd be on theme. If you really were interested.

A cloacal kiss, huh?

Well... could give it a try. Since we got a word for it and everything.

[She shifts, wings bumping against the seats and windows as she attempts to wisp the tips against his sides; her hands do a better job, being made for that sort of thing, though she mostly tickles lightly against him because she can]

It's a real word! I researched, just in case. Education is important, or whatever--right?

[He squirms, at the tickling - huffs a bit of a laugh]

Education's real important.

[His fingers ruffle through her feathers again, light and airy]

Yeah...

[Her voice goes light and airy as well, and she unconsciously shifts against him with a little sigh]

...Looked up some about trees, too, but that wasn't as helpful...

What were you trying to find about trees?

[The petting is a little firmer, now]

[Rustles closer again, her own talons scraping lightly up his sides and down his arms]

'Cause you got leaves...

[Shivers a little, combing his fingers through the soft down]

I wonder if I could do something with the pollen.

Or the vines, maybe...

Could try 'em.

[The wriggle this time is intentional and encouraging, and she chafes her legs around his, feet brushing through the leaves at his ankles]

Education's important, right?

Yeah... yeah.

Don't hurt to try.

So, you mind if I...?

Please--

Okay.

So I guess, like... come up here for the, uh. The cloacal kiss. And I can ry and figure out the other stuff.

...You don't really gotta call it that. You don't got bird junk, for one.

[Her tone is a little sheepish but she climbs up his body nevertheless--hesitates somewhere around his shoulders]

...Like this? Or...?

Yeah. Just, like... get comfy.

[Wow is he blushing,]

Maybe, uh. Maybe take off your underwear, though?

Right--

[She rocks back to his belly, and reaches for the waistband of her panties.

Carefully--intentionally, maybe--she slips a hand under the band, carefully working it further down her hip. On the other side, her other hand eases below the sheer bronze fabric and immediately pokes through, talon slicing through it like a chipped nail through pantyhose. She chirps with dismay as a flap peels off to rest against her thigh]

Ah - sorry. Here, lemme -

[He reaches up, careful, to help her ease them down before she cuts them more or (worse) cuts herself]

[More grackle grumbles, but she arches her fingers into his hand, the soft feathers there gentle pricks against his skin]

Nah--nah, sorry. Was trash anyways, just less-sexy trash, now.

[Her expression is a little wry, but in no way does she try to prevent him from touching her,]

I mean... it was real sexy, though.

[Working the panties slowly off her]

...gonna have to buy you another pair.

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