"And if I am?" She leaned into him as his hand traced up her side, trailing a few kisses down the length of his throat and smiling against his pulse. She nipped lightly, playfully, and her wings gave a little fluttery motion before settling around them again.
Then his fingers were on her tail and she gasped, going still and shivery. No one had done that before--well, no one had done a good deal of things he'd just done to her before, but that was...different. Her tail flexed around his leg almost of his own volition, arching up into his hand slightly.
Fiona growled, and there was almost nothing human in the sound. Her eyes reflected the light from her own skin and the color of her wings around them, turning them a burnished, burning gold.
"By the time we're through, I'm not gonna be the only one having trouble walking," she rasped against his lips, and surged forward against him to take them both down to the floor.
It really was almost dusk by the time the ravenous, wild impulse that had spurred her into this in the first place finally began to fade. Even still, with them tangled together on the floor of the abandoned flat, Fiona found herself moving gently against him where they were still connected, one arm wrapped around his neck as she dragged lazy kisses along his collar.
"We've got to be...nearly done," she laughed, breathless, as she raised her head slightly to meet his eyes. "If nothing else...we can't stay here another night. City watch will send a patrol at some point."
She made no effort to stand though, sprawled half over his chest with one wing splayed wide over the both of them and the other tucked loosely to her back while her tail dragged lazily back and forth over the ground, like a contented cat's.
