Archith twirled, and the moment hung in the air for what seemed like forever. Then the call. For him and him alone.
Of course, My Queen.
He flew forward, croon radiating from his chest, and sweet triumph an appetizer for this victory. Doramath drew near to add his wings to hers, they were not done with the skies just yet.
The skies did not quite fade but V’lan’s pulse quickened and his own body required attention. The heat in his body couldn’t be contained. He stepped forward, reaching to a hand that must burn with the same desire of his own. He gently pulled her to him, until they stood face to face and he could with a small motion, brush her hair behind her ear. Even the momentary brush of his fingers on her face sent his senses buzzing. It would be only a moment more before he started to drown in the flightlust and he savored the moment.
Then the moment moved on and the moments that followed were equally pleasant.