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Promise is on her way home when she hears something just about crashing through the woods. What could that be?
She lands in a nearby tree, relaxes her wings, and peers at the source of the sound.
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imeanforever
castmyown
"I do not want you to do," he says carefully, "either of those things."
imeanforever
"Okay. Then I won't."
And she flits up to match height, and kisses him again.
And she flits up to match height, and kisses him again.
imeanforever
So she doesn't have to beat her wings and focus on maintaining precise altitude, Promise puts her arms around his neck and her feet around one of his knees and sort of perches on him like he's a tree. She's very light, even for her size.
castmyown
He makes a little sound when she perches, but does not stop kissing her. Vaguely, in some miraculously still functioning part of his brain that is not devoted to kissing, he realizes the why. This wondrous section mentions to the other less functional sections that he could probably help with this problem and support her from losing her grip on him and falling. Why yes, agrees the rest of his head. That is a fabulous idea. One hand goes to help support her by touching her back. And then, quite content with its wonderful work of actually managing to think, the holdout part of his head celebrates by stopping conscious thought. Kisses!
imeanforever
There is just about a hand's width between where the lower edge of her wing join ends and where her back goes from "back" to "rear". Darren is welcome to use it for the described purpose, though she leaves her arms and feet where they are anyway.
Kisses.
Kisses.
castmyown
Oh, how convenient, he would think if he were not having trouble connecting thoughts together. Oh well, he's managed to figure it out through a mixture of not wanting to be rude and overstep bounds and not wanting to touch her wings for fear of hurting them. They look delicate.
Back to not thinking conscious thoughts!
Back to not thinking conscious thoughts!
imeanforever
Eventually Promise's feet are tired of this method of perching and she flutters her wings for just enough lift to un-grab his knee and wrap her legs around his waist instead.
castmyown
This incites another sound! A little one. Again, not stopping the kisses. Just - a little, tiny sound.
After some more time, his head finally provides the following, which he manages to mumble: "Probably - would be easier to do this if we were sitting..."
After some more time, his head finally provides the following, which he manages to mumble: "Probably - would be easier to do this if we were sitting..."
castmyown
"Mhmmm."
Gently, still supporting her so she doesn't fall over, he lowers himself to the ground to sit. And then she is on his lap and they can resume kissing without issue.
Gently, still supporting her so she doesn't fall over, he lowers himself to the ground to sit. And then she is on his lap and they can resume kissing without issue.
imeanforever
Sitting on his lap means she can free up her hands!
How interesting.
How interesting.
castmyown
Oooo. Very interesting.
Darren's sort of - hamstrung on where he can explore, considering the wings and her chest and how he is not touching anything lower than her waist just yet. But her head's fine, so a free hand that's not doing anything important gets to gently weave itself into her hair.
Darren's sort of - hamstrung on where he can explore, considering the wings and her chest and how he is not touching anything lower than her waist just yet. But her head's fine, so a free hand that's not doing anything important gets to gently weave itself into her hair.
imeanforever
Oooh, hair-petting. This gets an approving noise from Promise.
She has at this point more or less confirmed to her satisfaction that apart from what has to be a truly inconvenient lack of wings, he is put together much like the standard male fairy body plan, above the belt at least - not that she has a lot of experience with that, either, but she'd certainly know less what to do if he were otherwise arranged.
Kisses kisses.
She has at this point more or less confirmed to her satisfaction that apart from what has to be a truly inconvenient lack of wings, he is put together much like the standard male fairy body plan, above the belt at least - not that she has a lot of experience with that, either, but she'd certainly know less what to do if he were otherwise arranged.
Kisses kisses.
castmyown
Kisses, kisses!
"How fragile are your wings," he murmurs into her lips, "I'm - it's not like I have them, I don't want to accidentally hurt you."
"How fragile are your wings," he murmurs into her lips, "I'm - it's not like I have them, I don't want to accidentally hurt you."
imeanforever
"You're probably strong enough to tear leaflet wings if you were trying," she says, thoughtful, resting her head on his shoulder. "They're tougher than tree leaves, though, and I don't think you should be able to hurt me that directly even by accident, not since I fed you."
castmyown
"Oh. I - worried that they'd be like butterfly wings or something and that I should never touch them ever."
Well, since they have briefly stopped kissing, he can get his thoughts in order and nuzzle her a bit. Nuzzle, nuzzle.
Well, since they have briefly stopped kissing, he can get his thoughts in order and nuzzle her a bit. Nuzzle, nuzzle.
imeanforever
Nuzzles! Yay.
"No, not mine. Different fairies might have that problem, I suppose."
"No, not mine. Different fairies might have that problem, I suppose."
castmyown
"Aha. It's fantastic that I'm not kissing or nuzzling other fairies, now isn't it."
This is - not as intoxicating as the kisses, but Darren believes he likes it just as much. Less hungry, more gentle and supportive. Nice, but in a different sort of way.
This is - not as intoxicating as the kisses, but Darren believes he likes it just as much. Less hungry, more gentle and supportive. Nice, but in a different sort of way.
castmyown
That causes him to jump an inch and make another sound.
And then he starts giggling. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he snorts.
And then he starts giggling. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he snorts.
castmyown
"Mmmm," he says, considering. "I - have not managed to file it into either. It'll probably be very, very nice when I'm not - taking in lots of new information I've never had before."
Nuzzle.
Nuzzle.
castmyown
"For now," he agrees. He tilts his head and observes her. "It sort of bothers me that you only know me by 'Ted.'"