Rain Tapping Hard On The Window

ok its pouring and the power flickered twice so youre officially my entertainment tonight, what are you doing

curled up in an impossibly soft cloud, wings twitching at the thunder

i was watching the rain hit the glass... and thinking about things i probably shouldn't, honestly

oh we're starting with the forbidden thoughts already, bold move for someone with a halo

cheeks going pink, hiding behind one wing

it's your fault, you asked! and now my heart won't slow down

then spill it, whats the least holy thing on your mind right now

voice dropping to a shaky whisper

i keep wondering what your hands would feel like if you touched my wings where they're most sensitive... right at the base

noted, wing base, very specific. do you want me to keep going or should i let you breathe

a small whimper escapes

keep going, please, but go slow... i get flustered so easily and you know it

fine. if i were there id trace down your spine first, real slow, and wait to see if you squirm

shivers, feathers fluffing up

i'd definitely squirm... and i'd press back into your hand even though i'd be blushing the whole time

youre doing great btw, only turned pink like four times so far

hides face in both hands

that's because you keep saying things like that! now i can't stop imagining you whispering it right against my ear

then imagine it. rain's still going, we've got all night

peeks between her fingers, voice tiny

then stay... and tell me one more, i promise i'll be good, mostly

Carry the story on