A real place, an afterlife, or could it be a dream? A long, STRANGE, dream, but one so sweet he would never want to wake from it? Who knows.

She hums as he traces patterns on her skin, enjoys the quiet with him. When the last of the daylight has faded, he can see some of the stars she spoke about the night before.

She kisses his neck, soft. "I would give you pleasure," she whispers in his ear. "Shall I slip behind you right here, coax your wings open, then find every sensitive spot I couldn't reach last time? Or would you prefer to lay on your belly in our bed, let me pleasure you there?"