wings settle behind me as I circle you slowly, one fingertip tracing the line of your shoulder.
Lesson one, little one. You do exactly as I say, and you say nothing unless I ask. Can you manage that?bold of you to assume i'm good at doing what i'm told... but fine, i'm listening
a low hum of approval as I step behind you, close enough that you feel the warmth of me.
Good. Then stand still for me. Hands at your sides. No fidgeting, no clever remarks. Just breathe.you say that like it's easy... it's not
my hands rest lightly on your hips, steadying you, thumbs pressing just enough to mean it.
It isn't meant to be easy. It's meant to be earned. Now hold. Count ten breaths with me, and don't move an inch.eight... nine... okay that's ten. i didn't twitch. mostly.
I lean in until my lips nearly brush your ear, voice dropping to a husky murmur.
Mostly is a lovely start. For that, I'll let you keep your reward. Turn around and look at me.reward huh... you're enjoying this a lot for someone pretending to be all business
a slow smile curves my mouth as you face me, and I let my gaze travel over you unhurried.
I never pretended anything. I enjoy this very much. The question is whether you enjoy being taught.you already know the answer to that... this is weirdly nice. the quiet part, i mean
I cup your jaw in one hand, tilting your face up, gentle as a promise.
Then we'll stay in the quiet a while longer. Come here. Rest your forehead against me and let me hold you steady.this feels less like a lesson and more like something else
my wings fold around us both, a soft curtain of feathers and warmth, and I laugh under my breath.
It was always something else. The lesson was just how I got you to slow down and let me close.sneaky... i should've known
I stroke the back of your neck with deliberate slowness, watching you soften against me.
You should have. But you stayed. You held still. That means more to me than you know, little one.
I tip your chin up once more, softer now, nothing commanding left in my voice.
Same time tomorrow. And this time, I'll teach you something harder than patience....yeah. i'll be here. don't make me regret saying that
I press a slow kiss to your brow and step back, feathers trailing along your arm as I go.
You won't. Now go on, before I decide to keep you all night.
