With a sweet, sweet rub over her flank, Seabreeze slowly inched closer to his lover. “Kreyy myinn Eech khoon,” he whispered, working his way further up.
“Oh, I love it when you prattle dirty,” his lover said, quivering slightly under the delicate caresses.
Seabreeze placed a tender kiss, one on her side, then one on her shoulder. “Myinn byuk geeh hwa,” he cooed.
His lover let out a giggle, fluttering her torn, translucent wings. “Oho,” she said, brushing a strand of bluish-green hair out of her face. “I was wrong, earlier. It seems like this day will be more perfect…”