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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.

Oh yeah?

[Lifts up, arching her back and raising her tail feathers so he can better round her curves (helping!). She doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry as she gently leans into the warmth of his hands]

Got something special in mind?

[If she's not in a hurry, sure;y she won't mind if he tugs at the tail feathers somewhere during the process of undressing her]

I dunno.

I mean, these were real pretty, so probly something else real pretty?

[She lets out a soft peep as he does, cheeks already flushed dark just from the fact that he's undressing her in the first place. The shimmery fabric, while now with more holes than strictly necessary, slides off just as easily as damp satin ever does, and while she's not rushing him she squirms a little, obviously appreciating the feel of his hands on her]

I-I mean. If you got suggestions for later, feel free. If there's something you like...

What, like - for real?

[His own flush has gone very dark indeed]

[He slides the panties down with care, setting them gently to one side. And since she seems to be enjoying it, he runs one of his hands over her thigh and her flank - lets the fingers of the other hand thread through her tail feathers, tugging soft and rhythmic, a gentle pull every couple of seconds]

Yes...

[Which stretches out enough that he may be uncertain whether or not that is meant as an answer or just a reaction to the feel of his hands. Of course the answer is both, and she shifts surreptitiously(???) in place atop him before continuing]

I--mean. Ain't like I wear 'em for myself.

[She shifts again, reaching up to lightly drag her fingers through his hair]

And dressing you up was--good. So if you wanted to give it a shot...then.

[He shivers a little - darts a glance at her expression, and then lower, unconsciously licking at his lips]

I mean... yeah.

If you don't mind... yeah.

[Licks at her own lips, another little shiver going down her spine]

Nah, I don't mind. That'd be--I'd like that, if you wanted. Whenever you wanted.

Yeah.

That sounds... real good.

[Another tug at her tail feathers, deliberate]

Jacob...

[Her voice verges on a whine as she wriggles, the tailfeathers swishing back and forth]

Can we...are you ready for round two?

I been waiting.

[Another tug]

C'mon up here.

[Gives an excited peep, but leans in to drop a light kiss before squirming back up to his shoulders, carefully positioning herself]

Like this...?

Yeah... just like that.

Now kinda, like - lower down some...?

[Shifts a little, eventually maneuvering her legs under his shoulders so she can kind of--lower down some, hovering just over his face, wings propped atop the seatbacks and head almost resting on the opposite window as she curls down to watch him under her.

The view is enough to make her shift, a fresh roil of arousal curling in her belly and rolling from within, slowly joining the wetness already glistening from her lower lips. Her voice is much rougher when she confirms again]

...Like this?

...yeah. Just like that.

[He flushes, as the close-up - at the evidence of her arousal, impossible to miss. He leans in just a little, pressing a soft kiss to the glistening folds]

You really were wound up, huh?

[She judders into the kiss before she can help it, letting out a low, soft groan]

Should know whose fault that is...

Guess I better make it up to you, huh?

[Another kiss, just as soft]

You mind if I try the other stuff, too? Like... the vines and whatever? Pollen?

[Nods, shaky, still gently chasing after his lips]

Yeah. If there's something you wanna do...you don't gotta hold back.

Okay... okay.

[He brings his hands up to smooth along her thighs, gentle - then he leans back in and licks a long stripe right up the center of her folds]

[She curses, breathless and immediate, shuddering into the touch. Her hands grip at the front and back headrests for lack of anyplace else to put them; her wings flex eagerly]

Jacob...

[Another lick, long and deliberate, with the flat of his tongue. He makes a "hmm?" sort of sound without stopping, which probably adds an interesting element of vibration to the mix]

[A vine nudges at her thigh, whisper-soft, with a tickle of leaves; another rustles deliberately through the feathers at the base of her wings]

[A shiver goes through her from tip to toe, and her wings and legs spread easily to allow him better access. She groans, eager and inviting]

Yes...

[Another lick, deeper than before, and another, after that; one of the vines curls almost lazily around her side, stroking idly over her ribs, as the other ruffles through her feathers]

[All along the vine coiled about her torso, tiny white flowers have begun to bloom, the stamens long and yellow. There's a strong scent to them, a scent like honey and summer; from some reason, even breathing it in seems to rachet the heat inside her higher]

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