👅 [Birdperson - if you're up for it ;> ]
@ricksinajar
They were on the couch together, kisses stolen between bouts of giggling. The kisses soon enough take over the majority of audible sound as he pulls her into his lap, holding her in place with hands cupping her ass.
She has her arms draped over his shoulders, one of her hands leafing through the feathers that acted like his hair. The feel and taste of him brought her back to younger days, what felt like a lifetime ago; two outlaws who'd found each other on the same side of a battlefield. Back when they both thought they could see the future so clearly.
Ricky starts suddenly, the feeling of holding a ghost washing over her like an ice bath. But she looks into the eyes watching her, and they are similar but not his. The speckling in his feathers wrong too. It's not him... But it's okay, she wasn't replacing him and he wouldn't want her living in the past.
"Everything okay Ricky? Did I...?" Birdperson looks at her with mild concern.
Laughing it off with a little shake of her head, she nips his lip. "Never mind, cutie - just a little static shock. Didn't mean to disrupt the mood.~"
More insistently, Ricky continues the session, BP seeming satisfied with the explanation. The night continues, eventually moving from the couch to the bed, everything feeling right.
It was good.