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You Just Know

Aurora and Brooklyn stand on a tower, the wind blowing hard. She shivers even with her cloak on, so he nicely offers to let her be in his wings.

She accepts with a smile, blushing when his leathery wings carefully wrap her, protecting her from the harsh gust. Her heart beats as she slowly leans against Brooklyn's chest.

"I hope you're not uncomfortable," she says.

"No. No... I'm glad to do it."

"I spend so much time up here...it feels much better with you."

"With...me? You mean it?"

"Yes," she answers, smiling bashfully as her face reddens. Cold finds her shoulders which he quickly covers, lifting his wings higher.

Feeling warmer in many ways, her head is lighter than air as she tries her luck, slowly leaning further to see if he would object.

He felt this but didn't make any unhappy complaints. Rather, he was enjoying this, especially when she even leaned her head on the base of his neck. Quietly sighing, he leans his beak on top of her head.

He tries his own luck and slowly slithers his left hand. He holds his breath, waiting for her to say something but she stands perfectly still, hoping that wandering hand will do what she hoped it was doing.

It touches her arm, her heart soaring at the opportunity of reaching her right hand to his strong one that was surprised but gladly squeezes hers.

"I... wish all men were like you guys."

"Hmm," he smirks, "and I wish all humans were like you."

Flattered, she leans upward to kiss his right cheek to his shock. She smiles victoriously before she becomes even more shocked when his wings gently lift her chin upward again, her back pinned to his front as he takes back his left hand only to touch her right cheek to kiss her.

She moans in astonishment before she surrenders, welcoming the tighter embrace of his wings. She stares up at him in a daze when they broke the kiss.

The next thing she knew, she's picked up bridal style but never leaving the warm sanctuary of his wings as Brooklyn safely sits on the parapets with her on his lap as their lips soon met again.

She sheds tears before she frees her right hand only to stroke the white hair she adored so much. He smiles euphorically before he leans down, his beak gently making her lean her head all the way back only so he can kiss her exposed neck thoroughly.

Feeling the tip of his beak didn't hurt at all, but it was a different sensation than the kind she always fantasized. Still, the warmth and passion were there, and that was good enough.

He lifts his head up, tears of joy also flowing to her notice as she wipes his face dry, her love appreciating the caressing before he kisses the palm of her hand.

No words were said for several minutes which were spent just kissing and nuzzling. Instead of saying why they loved each other, they just knew.

I may write one or two more chapters. Depends.