Though she rolls her eyes at his teasing, mentioning the animals that are around, she’s far too distracted by his touch to respond at the moment. She doubts koalas or dingos are going to bother them right now, as the cool snow, warm water, and presence of Tarian all work together to send delightful sensations across her skin.
The hoarseness of Tarian’s voice feels like a victory already and there’s a glint in her violet eyes. She doesn’t let him sweep her under his wing but she takes advantage of when he lifts it to brush her muzzle against the spot where feathers meet shoulder, knowing how sensitive this spot is for her when she wears her wings and she traces the muscled frame - encouraging him to keep it stretched as she runs feather after feather through her lips, causing gentle waves in the spring as she moves.
She has no idea what she’s doing and she still feels it yet again, that tug to leave rather than make a fool of herself. Altissima may have a daughter but she has never done this before, this mix of sweet and intoxicating touches that tries to turn all thoughts, even her fear, into hazy things.
Still, there is a moment where she pauses, lifting her pale blue muzzle away from him - her eyes shifting through a myriad of colours before she tries to settle that fearful part of her, not letting it have the control over her actions that it wants. Some things are worth the risk, isn't that what she's been telling herself?
She assumes Tarian notices the small break but hopes to distract him from commenting on it as she resumes. Altissima’s heart is racing as she touches him, explores him, forgetting to keep an eye on his reaction - forgetting the excuse she had made and simply enjoying the twitch of his muscles under her mouth. She shifts her attention from his wing to his neck until she brushes it softly against an ear as she says in a low voice “I see your leg’s feeling better. Though testing it in here might lead to more injuries.”
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