He continued to move forward, coming closer to her. He was already feeling the love the creek seemed to bring in out in people. Already it had his hormones racing and it took quite a bit of constraint to keep hidden from her exactly how much he desired her. There was something about how her ebony and white body clashed so perfectly with his flames. He simply wanted to caress her with his touch.
Reaching out with his wing, he hovered it just above her back. He so desperately wanted to touch her. And just when the thought was just about to overcome his restraint, he hears her speak. He looks to her with that cheeky grin, his eyes bright and full of life. “You, mi amore!” He could hear the hesitation in her voice, the sharpness that came with some rather harsh personalities. And yet, she was here in the creek. Did she not know this was a place to foster love?
And then, it happened, he reached out with his wing to allow his flames to dance over her skin. The colors flickered, illuminated by the dark contrast between their two bodies. “My flames would love to flicker all over you.” It was one of those cheesy pick up lines that never worked, but he would continue to use it anyway.
He removed his wing, not at all wanting it to get bitten off (because it had already taken him too long to get his feathers to lay just perfectly) He continued to move forward, coming to stand in front of her as his eyes rested on hers. “Have you not come to be covered in love?” This was, after all, the place where lovers came to have a private moment. Did she not know this? “I’m sure our offspring would be quite eye-catching.” Oh yes. A black child with his feathers and flames. Good lord it would look orgasmic. He simply had to have her now.
@Huntington
