I wish you would write a fic that expands on the 2nd wing snippet.
“THEY’RE MINE AND THEY’RE MAGNIFICENT,” Lovett yells, flapping his huge fluffy wings and knocking over a vase.
Jon is speechless. Lovett gives a kind of scream-sigh of relief, and flaps again.
"God, it feels good to let these out! I don't know if you've noticed, but I am NOT constitutionally built to keep a secret."
"Are those," Jon says finally, and can't finish the thought with 'wings' or 'attached to you' or 'yours,' because they manifestly are. "Are you an…" Lovett waves both hands dismissively.
"No, no, God, I'm Jewish, angels aren't like a whole thing for us. I mean, we have them, I think. I don't know. Anyway, I'm not one, I just have wings and never told you! SURPRISE, BITCH! Sorry, sorry, that was weird, I honestly don't use that word. I'm overexcited."
"Can I touch them?" is, somehow, what comes out of Jon's mouth next. He suddenly realizes his right hand is already raised a little, fingers twitching.
"Uh, weird question, but I guess so?" says Lovett, with a little grimace. "Just be careful, they're kind of cramped from being hidden."
Favs reaches out, and then his fingers are in the soft feathers of the underside of Lovett's wing, white and downy, just as pale and delicate as his inner arms. Suddenly Lovett flaps once more, and he's buffeted from behind, caught up against Lovett's bare chest, completely encircled by feathers and warm bare skin.
"Whoops, sorry, ticklish," says Lovett breathlessly, a hysterical giggle threading under his voice.
"That's okay," says Jon, and he nudges his nose tentatively into Lovett's neck.
