She laughs. "I won't, I promise."

"I'm glad to hear it. --So, the shirtlessness, is that a having-wings thing?" 

"Little bit. Little bit I just felt like it."

"I see." Boy, does he see. 

She grins, and grabs the edge of the roof, and flips over the side and swings down into an open window, and seconds later climbs out of another open window closer to the ground and perches cheerfully on the windowsill.

"You have excellent breasts." 

"Thanks! Wanna touch 'em?"

"I would love to." 

She hops off her latest perch and lands on the floor, surprisingly lightly for having dropped such a distance.

He slides Ranna back into its pouch and then dips her and kisses her. 

Eeeeee.

She's highly enthusiastic about this. And also a really good kisser.

Wonderful. 

With the hand not holding her waist, he takes her up on her offer 

They're just as nice to touch as they are to look at!

"Is wonderful breasts a winged-person thing?" 

"You know, I've never checked."

She pulls him into another kiss.

Mmmmmmm. Excellent. 

"You're stunning." 

"Thanks! You're pretty cute yourself." Kiss. "And charming." Kiss. "And kissable."

"I try." Kiss. "A little smoothness goes a much longer way towards moving things than a much greater amount of brute force." 

"Very true."

Okay less talking more kissing now. 

Good plan.

"So," he says after another little while, "is the touching offer limited to above the waist, or...?" 

"Oh, not at all."

"Oh good," he says, and kisses her again, and then briefly pulls back to pull off his bell-bandolier and set it carefully aside, and then kisses her again. 

Good plan.