She leans into his touch when he takes her in his arms, fits herself against him as if it's instinct. She does love it when he holds her, especially when she's coming down from an orgasm. She feels safe, loved, when they are like this, his wing draped over them.

She basks in the moment, the glow between their energies, the lovely endorphins. She nuzzles his neck as her hands idly wander his skin.

She speaks, eventually, as she can feel how hard he is quite easily when they're entangled like this. "How would you have me, love?"