"I could likely walk there, but being carried sounds more fun."

Scoop!

He looks at her like he can't imagine anything more delightful than holding her in his arms, and then starts carrying her back to her room.

She giggles a little on the way there, because look at him he's adorable.

He is! He's very cute! And gazing adoringly at her!

And then he sits down on her bed and cradles her in his lap and resumes petting her wings.

Atreia hums happily and melts in his arms, practically purring. She closes her eyes and leans on him, shivering a little.

He holds her and pets her and smiles at her like she's the most beautiful thing in the world.

After a little while, she adjusts to look at him through half lidded eyes.

"M-may I -" she begins, but there's an odd warble in her voice that causes her to stop and try again. "May I kiss you?"

"Sure."

So she does. Slowly, gently, and sensually. She's built up a lot of experience over the years; she's not awkward or hesitant about it at all.

Mmmmm lovely cozy kisses.

Serik has some experience himself, although it may be best not to think about where he got it.

She's absolutely not going to think about it! Instead she's just going to enjoy kissing him and not think about where he got any of his experience.

If she adjusts herself slightly she can wrap him in soft, feathery wings without disrupting wingpets. She introduces him to this concept languidly enough for him to get used to the idea; just engulfing him out of nowhere seems like it might be an unwise move. Serik can be slowly engulfed by silky silver-gold feathers instead.

Well that is just about the best thing. So cozy! So soft! So snugglesome!

That's the idea! Once she notices his delight with being wrapped in her wings she gently maneuvers to straddle him for Maximum Wing Snuggle. Also other reasons. The other reasons are relevant too. The kisses become a little more hungry, too. What a mysterious coincidence.

This is a good plan and he approves of it. There will be many snuggles and many kisses and many wingpets.

"Thoughts on how far we take this?" she wonders between kisses.

"Mm..." Kiss. "Well, what do you want?"

"It's a habit of mine to drown out awful experiences with things that are distinctly not awful." Kiss. "Sex is the most common one. I've been resisting the urge to tackle you because it seemed rude, but I can change that policy if you'd like me to."

"I like you. But - I don't want to end up breaking my promise, and I assume you don't want that either."

"I don't. It's all right if you'd rather not push it."

"Yeah." Kiss. Pet pet.

"Okay."

Kiss! She can resist tackling him in favor of long, snuggly kisses. This is nice, too.

Long snuggly kisses are so good!

They are!

After a while, though, she needs a break. Not because this has stopped being pleasant, but because she needs to remind herself that tackling him is against his preferences and she should respect that. She gives him an affectionate peck, then pauses in kissing to breathe.

He smiles contentedly.

"You're very sweet," she murmurs, adjusting to pillow her head on his shoulder.