“Here in the woods? On a beautiful romantic evening?” His hands trace up and down my arms. “No. I would never.”
“Good.” I laugh. “When you do ask, I want to be embarrassed. Really put on the spot. In public! With a huge audience and a lot of societal pressure to say yes!”
He chuckles and presses a light kiss to my shoulder.
“Are you feeling better?” I ask, leaning back into him. “Getting away from the noise?”
“I am much better now.” His hands sneak under the robe to fan his fingers over my stomach. It makes my heart flutter in time with the music I can still faintly hear from the distant party. I can barely hear the drums, so I know it’s probably still loud for him.
He dips down to kiss my neck, making me giggle when the heat of his breath tickles my skin.
Goaded by the noise, he explores a little further, slipping his long narrow tongue down my neck and across my chest. His hands pull the shoulder of the robe down until we let the whole thing fall to the forest floor. My dress is lower cut than most things in my closet. It can make me feel exposed, but there are acres of bare skin for him to explore, and I let him.
One of his hands creeps a little lower, tugging at my dress until he finds the slit along the side of my leg. His hand sliding easily under the fabric to grab my bare thigh.
“I really like this dress,” he murmurs into my skin.
I chuckle.
“Will you do me a favor?”
“Depends on what you’re about to ask,” I tease.
“Will you dance with me?” It’s such a simple request. Like the night we met.
“Yeah, I like that idea.”
“You like the idea very much,” he jokes. “I can smell it on you.” His hand tightens around me before his arms leave me completely.
I spin around and find him removing his pants.
“Moving a little quick there, aren’t we, buster?” I cross my arms under my chest, but I do admire his long legs while he disrobes.
He shakes his head with a grin, dropping his pants, jacket, and shirt in a pile on the ground. His wings spread wide behind him, flapping freely and catching the moonlight in their spectrum.
“Do you feel safe with me?” he asks me seriously.
“With you? My stalker? The guy who crept into my bedroom window to fuck me last week?” I joke, putting my hands on his bare chest.
His hand catches under my chin, tilting my face up to look at him. The sincerity in his smile squeezes my heart. “I don’t want you to be scared.”
I shake my head. “I feel very safe right now.”
“We are going to dance, but I want to be sure you are secure.”
“Secure?” I ask.
He nods, wraps a hand around my waist, pulls me in close, then lifts me slightly from the ground, so we are face to face, and his claspers unfold to wrap around my hips, holding me firmly in place, flush against him.
I gasp at the feeling. It isn’t technically sexual, but the action sends a flush through my whole body. My feet dangle above the ground, and I can barely move.
“How do you feel now?” His voice is a little heated.
“Very secure.” I laugh and loop my arms around his neck.
The leaves on the ground move with a few powerful gusts of his wings before we lift off. We’re flying, again.
I laugh. He grins and lifts us a little higher, until we are lost in the limbs of the trees.
