"Have you any idea what you're doing?" She giggles, resolutely not looking down.
"Nope." He can't help but laugh back.
They're both a little hysterical. Going from thinking you're about to die to suddenly being saved and, oh yes, confessing your love will do that to the best of people.
"I think we should probably get on solid ground." She pulls a little tighter on his neck. "Your body isn't used to this and I'm pretty beat up."
His arms are starting to shake and twitch. Perhaps she's right. A part of him doesn't want this moment to be over but it would all be a bit pathetic if his heroic gesture ended with them both falling out of the sky while on a pleasure flight.
He aims for the top of the spire, trusting instinct to guide him. He can feel Rayla starting to get increasingly nervous as they near the jagged cliffs and peaks of the spire. She's holding him tighter and pulling her legs up a little.
Just as he comes into land, she makes a funny little squeak and wraps her legs around his hips, squeezing him tight. Not for the first time he is amazed by her strength but right now, in this position, it's more than a little distracting.
He loses concentration and his footing, tripping and skidding on the pinnacle platform.
To be fair, he's never been the most coordinated of people.
They land in a tangle of limbs and feathers, still giggling.
"You can fly!" She looks at him wide-eyed, her cheeks flushed.
He can't say anything. He has no thoughts. All he knows is that she's ok.
They're ok.
So, he kisses her, because right now all it's all he can think about.
He loves her and she loves him, and all he wants to do is kiss her and hold her and touch her.
To never ever let her go.
And she kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and shifting closer to him, her thigh high boots scraping on the rough ground.
He moves to hold her, belatedly realising his arms are still in the form of mage wings.
"Uh oh." He leans back a little. "I, eh, never found out how to get rid of these." He lifts his arms, some auburn feathers drifting around them.
She laughs at him, resting her forehead against his. "Dummy."
And then she's kissing him again and he decides getting rid of the spell is something that can wait.
He wraps his wings around her, sighing as she shifts closer to him. One of her hands drifts to his waist and he jolts a little as her fingers slips under his vest and ghost across the skin of his back. He can't draw her any closer with his giant wings, so he shifts his legs a little, hooking one calf around her back and pulling them closer together. Their breathing is coming in short pants and he wonders if they should perhaps stop.
Slow down.
Take it easy…
But then her other hand slips under his vest and up his back and she's pressing herself even closer to him. She sighs as he peppers her cheek and jaw with feather light kisses and his stomach flips when she moans softly as his lips drop to the pulse point just below her ear.
"Callum, are you-"
They both jolt apart as Ibis comes skidding up the steps.
Rayla looks at the Skywing elf for a fraction of a second before she disappears behind one of the Callum's wings, hiding in embarrassment.
"Eh… hi." Callum shifts a little in a vain attempt to pretend they weren't doing exactly what they were doing.
Ibis looks at them for a beat, his eyebrow raised, before turning on heal and rushing back down the stairs.
"I shall leave you to it."