A/N: 100 word prompt from neda-5555; wings. Thanks!
Fingers in her palm, Aurora brushes her knuckles over Maleficent's wing. Feeling the softness of her feathers press against her, becoming harder and bristlier as she moves up, against the grain and towards the strong muscles and bones that hold the faerie's wing to her body, she opens her hand, allowing the pads of her fingers to skim along a taut, willowy upper back.
Maleficent's skin is hot and soft and Aurora almost falters, her breath catching at the solid power she can feel thrumming through her.
"Aurora?"
"I'm sorry. I just…"
Maleficent smiles, back flexing, wings spreading. "I know."