02-12-2019, 02:57 AM
Khar was right, the island life was fantastic. Sand, sun, the gorgeous breeze playing in her hair and stroking her feathers, coaxing a smile onto her face. Warm and lovely even in the middle of Beqanna’s winter, and even better, he lived here. She couldn’t help the sappy grin that crept onto her face, turning up the corners of her lips. He was pretty damn hot, and an absolute sweetheart, and when he smiled he lit up the whole island. Maybe those smiles were rarer these days, but he’d been through a lot, and it just made them even more precious when they did show up.
So she dressed up in winter colors for him, trading in her black and orange for swirls of icy silvers and bold blues, with a highly kissable trail of snowy white spots along her neck and sprinkled suggestively over her shoulders, her back, her hips. Her mane, tail, and wings faded out to white, and she shook herself as if to resettle into her newly painted skin. And she finished just in time for him to fly in, press his sexy shoulder to hers, and breathe her in like he’d missed her scent. He didn’t smile when he murmured a greeting, so she figured it was a rough day and resolved to do her best to make it better, or at least distract him with some fun for a few hours.
“Hi, Khar,” she answered with a grin, dark eyes lighting up as she drank in his perfection. God, he was so damn gorgeous, all that glorious purple and white splashing across his skin leaving lines she wanted to trace with her lips. A soft blush warmed her cheeks, her heart kicking into high gear at his nearness and leaving her brave enough to steal a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“You’re looking extra handsome tonight.” She brushed the edge of her wing against his, a thrill rushing through her at the touch. “I definitely wanna dance with you, we should start there. I’ve seen snow before, but it’s always lovely, isn’t it? So soft and bright, blanketing the world and making everything look new.” Inviting playful feet to frolic through it, adventurous bodies to roll in it, children to play, adults to forget themselves and join right in. There was a special kind of magic to newly fallen snow, and no one she’d rather share it with. “Mmm, you wanna fly with me?”
So she dressed up in winter colors for him, trading in her black and orange for swirls of icy silvers and bold blues, with a highly kissable trail of snowy white spots along her neck and sprinkled suggestively over her shoulders, her back, her hips. Her mane, tail, and wings faded out to white, and she shook herself as if to resettle into her newly painted skin. And she finished just in time for him to fly in, press his sexy shoulder to hers, and breathe her in like he’d missed her scent. He didn’t smile when he murmured a greeting, so she figured it was a rough day and resolved to do her best to make it better, or at least distract him with some fun for a few hours.
“Hi, Khar,” she answered with a grin, dark eyes lighting up as she drank in his perfection. God, he was so damn gorgeous, all that glorious purple and white splashing across his skin leaving lines she wanted to trace with her lips. A soft blush warmed her cheeks, her heart kicking into high gear at his nearness and leaving her brave enough to steal a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“You’re looking extra handsome tonight.” She brushed the edge of her wing against his, a thrill rushing through her at the touch. “I definitely wanna dance with you, we should start there. I’ve seen snow before, but it’s always lovely, isn’t it? So soft and bright, blanketing the world and making everything look new.” Inviting playful feet to frolic through it, adventurous bodies to roll in it, children to play, adults to forget themselves and join right in. There was a special kind of magic to newly fallen snow, and no one she’d rather share it with. “Mmm, you wanna fly with me?”