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[It's not hard to coax noises from him, at this point; he's making soft sounds near constantly, small whimpers that come with his breath]

[The hand on her breast squeezes, softly, feathers whisper-smooth across her skin. His hips rub up against her with an air of desperation, chasing something that's just out of reach]

X-Xia. G-god, I -

[His voice breaks on a gasp, before he can finish that sentence]

[For a moment, she thinks of slowing down--of pulling away completely, to see the judder of his hips against nothing and hear the desperation in his voice. But just that thought added to the shudder in his muscles and the squeeze of his hand and his voice calling her name like that is enough to prompt a matching groan, and she grinds hard into the hot throb in his shorts. Her hands sink into his hips for balance and just to keep touching him, cold and insistent over his thighs and glutes and the base of his tail, letting his breathless sounds be her guide.]

[That's all it takes; his breath catches in his throat, and the sound that leaves him is low and soft and keening]

[The talons on her back forget to be careful, digging in for something to hold onto as the pleasure ratchets up, and up, and finally tips over into a glorious freefall]

[His eyes squeeze closed; the motion of his hips stutters into something that can't really be counted as a rhythm. He manages her name, or at least a breathless approximation, lost for an endless few seconds to pure sensation]

[Her own voice begins to rise, tensing at the feeling of him pressing sharp into her back and blunt between her legs.

Somehow she manages to pull back enough to catch the look on his face as he comes, or at least the approximation of such; without her glasses he's just the dark smudge of eyelashes against pink skin and pink mouth, head thrown back and wings flared out and her name on his lips and with a whimper she shudders up and up and up into him, clutching tight as she follows him to orgasm]

[He shifts and shudders his way through it, hips keeping up a jerky not-quite-rhythm as he slowly comes down again, lax and pliant against her, forehead coming to rest in the crook of her shoulder]

[For a long moment he just breathes, drifting in the feel of her against him, the soft brush of her hair on his cheek and the weight of her arms around him. It takes a moment before he presses a kiss to her collar bone, feather-soft]

[She just bites her lip as he moves, rolling into him with each lingering twitch against her, slow and intense. At length she settles in against him, a counterbalance.

Her arms stay looped around him, and she noses in, brushing a sloppier kiss against his temple and ear--the closest of him she can reach at present]

[His hands leave their spots to move downward, tracing over her hips, soft and soothing. He presses another kiss to her collar bone, just as gentle as before]

[And for a long time, he just stays tucked up against her and breathes, still trembling a little in the aftermath, nuzzling into the curve of her neck]

[Her hand trails slow over his back once she thinks to move, and she rubs her face into his hair, ruffling it with a snort of cool air. Other than that, she's happy to just lean there with him, breath and posture languid.

At length the fairy fire around them gentles and lowers, more a drowsy, private sort of intimacy than the earlier performance. Her voice is the same, low and gravelly and sated]

...Wanna nest?

[Another kiss, just as soft as the others]

...yeah. That sounds good.

[This gets a voiced little sigh, and she drifts into him a little, the feeling of occupying a little of his space (hopefully pleasantly) tingly]

...You gotta fly yourself, though. I can only take souls.

...ah. Yeah.

[It takes him a second, to extricate himself and get back to his feet; when he does, his knees are a little wobbly, but he reaches out a hand to her]

[She is easy to pull up after; lighter than air, even. Her body's a little translucent, though her grip on his hand stays strong enough.

Luckily the nest isn't that far away, and parting the blankets so they can more easily settle inside is something ghost powers can handle.]

[It's not a bad nest, for a first-timer]

[The walls are sturdy, and there's plenty of soft things lining the bottom. Certainly there are enough blankets so that he can steal a couple to pull over the top of them, as they nestle in]

[Certainly! She lets him get settled first, what with the wings and all, then curls up beside him, pressing another light kiss to his jaw]

[He's tucked in against her a little differently than usual, to accommodate the wings - but for all that, it's very warm, and very soft, and very close]

[He nuzzles in nearer, lips curled into a soft smile]

[She returns a muzzy smile, chest twinging at the curve of his mouth. She can’t quite keep from just watching his expression, loose and unworried. Her hand drifts to card gently from the nape of his neck down to between his shoulder blades]

[His eyes shiver closed at the feel of her fingers on the nape of his neck, and he cants his head into it, more blatantly even than he usually does, like a bird asking for preening]

[One of his arms curls in around her waist, loose and languid]

[A satisfied hum at the pleasant heat of his body and the relaxed weight of him against her; with a little shifting she insures this is the most comfortable of any potential position. With a yawn, she continues playing with his hair, fingercombing light, messy lines from head to shoulder]

[He nestles in closer, soaking in the gentle feel of fingers through his hair]

[The hand at her back takes hold of the fabric there, loose; one of his wings, the one on top, spreads out from where it's tucked against his back, settling over her like a warm down blanket]

[Tangling their legs is not necessary to fit under his wing, but is a nice bonus as she presses into the warmth. She noses against his cheek, soft and familiar, and just listens to his breathing, the lights low]

[His breathing is soft and even - growing slower, as he settles in. He hasn't opened his eyes again]

[She keeps her hand going, steady and gentle, attempting to watch him as long as possible--remember what he looks like, this private and relaxed. A soft glow rises over her cheeks, but it's probably not too bright to disturb him]

[Not much, anyway. He murmurs softly and then settles in again, nuzzling into her hand a bit more - unselfconsciously, too close to asleep to second-guess himself]

[Excellent--sleepy Hurricane is too much of a treat to miss. So drowsy or no, she continues the gentle movements; selfishly edges in closer to him as well]

[He definitely doesn't seem to mind, tucking himself in closer in that same barely-awake instinctive sort of motion]

[When he settles, this time, his head is tucked in against her collar bone, breath warm against her]

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