As unexpectedly lovely as Gwenaëlle-made-dragonfly might have turned out to be, it’s difficult to appreciate the beauty of nature when it’s smacking you repeatedly in the face. The bright early morning light catches just at the perfect angle to prism a rainbow, opalescent, through that gleaming wing in the same moment, adding an exciting element of half-blinding him to boot—
“Is— fucking hell, is, are you alright—?”
Wrangling that sentence together takes some real effort, levering herself up from where she’d sunk onto her elbows and making a concerted effort as he stills to do the same, flattening her wings to her back almost chastened, edgy little flickers at the outside like it’s some strain to keep them there. And— it is. It’s reflexes and muscles that she hasn’t really been learning to use, that haven’t existed for longer than the matter of weeks they’ve not been doing this, it’s trying to figure out what the sensations through her back are actually telling her at the same time as she’s tightening around him,
they’re not exactly the sensations she’s most focused on. She flattens her hands on the bed, lifting up enough to look back over her shoulder, catching her breath, arousal mingling with abashed embarrassment and some genuine concern.
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“Is— fucking hell, is, are you alright—?”
Wrangling that sentence together takes some real effort, levering herself up from where she’d sunk onto her elbows and making a concerted effort as he stills to do the same, flattening her wings to her back almost chastened, edgy little flickers at the outside like it’s some strain to keep them there. And— it is. It’s reflexes and muscles that she hasn’t really been learning to use, that haven’t existed for longer than the matter of weeks they’ve not been doing this, it’s trying to figure out what the sensations through her back are actually telling her at the same time as she’s tightening around him,
they’re not exactly the sensations she’s most focused on. She flattens her hands on the bed, lifting up enough to look back over her shoulder, catching her breath, arousal mingling with abashed embarrassment and some genuine concern.