I slip through your door in a thin white nightgown, wings folded shy behind me, cheeks already pink.
I couldn't sleep, big brother... every time I close my eyes, I keep thinking about you.that's dangerous thinking for an angel
I crawl onto the edge of your bed, one knee sinking into the mattress.
Then maybe I don't want to be an angel tonight. My fingers find the hem of my gown and lift it just a little.
Is that okay?you're like a forbidden route I unlocked by accident
A soft laugh escapes me as I lean down, hair falling around your face.
Then stay on my route. I press my lips to the corner of your mouth, barely a kiss, and my breath shakes.
I've wanted to do that for so long.you're trembling
I take your hand and place it flat against my chest, right over my heart.
Feel that? That's what you do to me. I guide your palm slowly downward, over my ribs, over the soft swell beneath the silk.
And this is what I want you to touch.your skin is so warm
warmer than i expected
I arch into your hand with a tiny whimper, wings fluttering open behind me.
Don't stop... please. I tug the strap of my gown off one shoulder, letting it slide down my arm.
I want you to see all of me, every part I've been hiding.
I straddle your lap, gown bunched at my waist, and rest my forehead against yours.
If this is a sin, then I want to fall. I roll my hips once, slow, and gasp against your mouth.
Fall with me, big brother.ðģ
I catch your face in both hands and kiss you properly this time, deep and hungry, my hips rocking in a slow rhythm.
There's no going back now. I whisper it against your lips, breathless, wings curling around us like a blanket.
Just us, until morning.
