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“This is for you,” Andhera says, holding out a bottle.

“Ooh. Champagne?” Binx asks, taking it. They’re standing in her cramped space at the Bloom, increasingly spending more time together as the days go on and the ending draws nearer and nearer.

“Ah, no, sparkling apple cider,” Andhera clarifies.

“That’s just as well,” Binx says. “Ooh! Let me just…” she places the bottle down on a random surface, then starts to rummage around in a cupboard.

Her linen tunic is sliding off her shoulder just so, no longer kept in place by her short stays, which are hanging from an easel with a blank canvas on it.

A moment later, Binx returns with a plate, some sugar, and two glasses.

“I’m making cinnamon-sugar rims for the cups,” she informs, balancing it all carefully on a platter.

“That’s brilliant,” Andhera tells her, eyebrows moving up in genuine excitement.

“Psh, it’s nothing,” Binx shakes her head. Andhera moves to their side and drops a kiss on Binx’s shoulder.

“Binx. Take a compliment,” they admonish kindly.

“You take a compliment,” Binx says back, then holds out a cup. “You.. beautiful… wonderful person, you.”

Andhera blushes, then clears their throat and tips their head. “Thank you,” Andhera says, pausing. “See? How I did that there, graciously accepted the-”

“Oh yes, yes, of course,” Binx says, lightly slapping Andhera’s shoulder as he laughs.

“Let’s sit,” Binx says.

They cozy up together on Binx’s well-loved sofa, a two-seater. They clink their glasses and sip their cider, Binx running a hand over her long, lightweight wool skirt.

“How was your day?” Binx asks, staring at the floor for just a moment.

“Not too bad. I went for a walk, after we met with the… group,” Andhera says. “A lot of rumors floating around.”

“Right? Always,” Binx nods, and bites her lip. “The Bloom should be ending soon,” she says, almost a whisper, then they shake their head. “Ah! I don’t want to talk about that now. It’s- we’ve talked it all to death.”

“I know,” Andhera says. They bite their lip hard, just as Binx did. “We could. Do something else. To. Uh… occupy our mo- ah, fuck,” he cuts himself off, face too flush to continue.

Binx gives a half-scream, half-laugh, then takes a pillow and hits Andhera with it, “Are you trying to flirt?”

“Is it working!?” Andhera asks, holding his hands up. “I mean, clearly not, you’re hitting me!”

“No, I’m flirting back,” Binx informs, sitting up on their knees and hitting Andhera once more. “Like- pillow fighting. Or, we can wrestle. That’s flirty, right?”

“I’m not- need I remind you of what happened last time I wrestled someone at this Bloom?”

Binx drops the pillow, “With Hob?”

“Indeed.”

“I mean. You could provide some rain. We can make it sexy, again. I’m not sure if I’m as hot as Hob but-”

“Everyone knows Hob is hot but, clearly, Binx, you are the more beautiful of the two, hands down,” Andhera says quickly.

“You don’t have to flatter me,” Binx scoffs.

“Yes, I do! That is, part of being- of courting someone, or whatever you will call it. Is it not? Did miss another memo?”

Binx tries to stop themself from smiling and fails, putting their hands into her lap. “Andhera. Please don’t think I know any more what I’m doing than you do.”

“I mean, clearly. You try to beat me to death and say it’s flirting.”

“Pillow fighting is flirtatious!” Binx insists. Then, she huffs. “We’ll go back to your suggestion, then. It was wise."

“Of course it was, I- what was it?”

Binx shakes their head and leans over, taking Andhera’s cheek in her hand and kissing them on the lips.

Andhera kisses back, and pulls Binx closer. They lean into his lap, a bit too tangled in their skirt to get as close as they want to be.

“Ah, right,” Andhera mumbles against their lips, “the not talking but- but kissing thing.”

“Mhmm,” Binx says. At the opportunity, they hike up their skirt and move into Andhera’s lap. “I think this is much easier, than the talking,” they reason, then lean and kiss Andhera once more.

Andhera brings his hands to Binx’s back, beneath her wings, and lets them slip her tongue into their mouth. He pushes back, knowing this song and dance at least a bit by now.

Their first few kisses were more fumbled, but they’ve found a rhythm in the past day or so. Everything moves both so quickly and ever-so-slowly at the Bloom.

Andhera would never want to discuss it in detail with another person, but living with the Lords of the Wing has allowed him to… gain some great insight into the physical aspects of relationships that he never expected to actually want to explore.

It’s been enlightening and, evidently, more practical than he could ever have thought.

Binx makes a noise of delight and surprise when Andhera bites gently at her tongue, and Andhera smiles against their lips, pressing his hand firmly to the small of her back.

Binx pulls back to get some air and traces their hands along Andhera’s shoulders, coming to press their thumbs below Andhera’s ear. “I meant it when I said you were beautiful. I might have sounded like I was joking around and, in a sense I was, but- I meant that. You’re gorgeous.”

“Binx,” Andhera ducks their head. “You don’t have to give me compliments,” he says, playfully groaning.

Binx leans closer to Andhera’s ear, and whispers, “But you will take them,” before kissing their neck and jaw. Andhera laughs and it breaks off into an “oh” when they bite Andhera’s skin ever-so-gently.

Andhera plays with the thin hem of Binx’s tunic and shuts their eyes, skin feeling set alight wherever Binx touches him.

After hesitating a few moments, Andhera slips their hand under the fabric of Binx’s shirt and they startle just a bit. “Is that okay?” Andhera whispers, squeezing their eyes just a bit tighter.

“Yes, of course,” Binx says, and Andhera’s face relaxes. Binx lifts their neck to kiss them again, and Andhera kisses back eagerly, but slow.

The soft sigh that comes from Binx’s mouth goes through them and Andhera relishes in the bare skin they feel, moving just to Binx’s side but not daring to let his hands stray further. They don’t linger long in one place, his energy too nervous to be still.

“Binx,” Andhera mumbles between their lips.

“Hm?”

“Can I,” Andhera swallows, as Binx leans back enough to look at them. “Can I take your shirt off?”

Binx blinks rapidly. “You- you want to?”

Andhera nods. “Only if you want to.”

“I- sure. I’m not wearing my stays.”

“I know,” Andhera says, glancing over at the easel. “If you were, they would be on top of the shift.”

“Right,” Binx says, then nods. “Yes, okay. You can.”

Andhera takes a shaky breath and pushes up the soft, well-worn linen of Binx’s tunic. She shimmers a bit out of it, then places a hand on her collarbone, and one knuckle to her lip with the other.

Andhera idly tugs at the belt of his robe, loosening it. They lift their hands to cup Binx’s cheeks and Binx leans to kiss him once again.

This time, Andhera moves their hands to Binx’s sides and slides them up to her ribs. Binx squeaks but Andhera takes it as an okay noise – Chirp’s voice rings just momentarily telling him there are many noises and it’s not always clear which are good or bad you, really just have to learn each partner specifically- and he resolves to trust Binx to just say something if they dislike anything.

Binx has been historically good at speaking plainly, after all.

“Andhera,” Binx mumbles, pulling back.

Andhera has a tiny flash of worry as Binx pants, “Hm?”

“Oh, I just wanted to check in. It’s good? You’re good?”

“Me? Yes, very. You?”

Binx nods, moving to hold Andhera’s hands where they are just under her breasts, “Yes.” Binx wets her lips with her tongue and looks at Andhera, “You can touch me, if you want. Like. Here.”

Andhera nods slowly, and together, they move their hands over Binx’s chest. Binx sighs, a soft sound of pleasure and Andhera swallows hard.

Binx lets go of Andhera’s hands and touches his hair instead, fingers skimming along their ears. Andhera leans in and kisses the base of Binx’s neck, causing her to tilt their neck back and give him space to do so.

Andhera caresses Binx slowly and shivers as Binx tugs on their hair, kissing across Binx’s neck and then down, until reaching the tops of her breast.

The noise that Binx makes when Andhera presses his tongue to her nipple is downright sinful and Andhera is happy with the choice they made to explore this side of their relationship.

Andhera clears their throat again as they lift their head and Binx slides her hands down to his shoulders, nudging slightly at the fabric of his open robe.

“M-may I?”

“You may. Not that’s it’s covering much,” Andhera says, and Binx smiles and nods.

They let the robe pool at Andhera’s waist and then their lips meet in another biting kiss, Binx once again pushing their tongue in Andhera’s mouth and Andhera groaning in appreciation. Binx presses their chests together, mindlessly wiggling her hips in a way that is deeply pleasant for the both of them before pulling back with an audible moan.

“Um. Are you oka-”

“I’m good. I promise you, Binx, I will tell you if I am not.”

“Okay, I just. Okay,” she nods. Then, Binx bites their own lip. “Okay. Feel free to shoot this idea down instantly.”

“Okaay…?”

“Do you want to move to my bed? It’s a little small but we can probably, um, sit a bit differently and my back kind of hurts, but if you don’t want to that’s totally-”

“Yes, let’s,” Andhera says, resolute.

“Yes?”

“Yes,” Andhera confirms.

“Okay,” Binx says, climbing off Andhera’s lap and shaking their arms. Their skirt falls back to the floor and they move through the cluttered space, glancing back to see Andhera leaving their robe behind on the couch and following them to a cozy bed pressed near a wall, with shelves and tons of little lights strung over top.

Binx sits on the bed and Andhera sits next to them, and they kiss as they’re sat there for a few moments. Binx pauses them to move further onto the bed, then bites their lip and lies back, beckoning Andhera to follow with only their eyes.

Andhera takes a moment to appreciate the beautiful person lying in front of him, and then moves beside her, leaning over to kiss her jaw, then their lips.

Binx tangles her hand in Andhera’s hair once more, letting their other hand skim the planes of his chest and admire his shoulders with a fond touch. Andhera kisses down Binx’s neck, relishing in the sigh leaving their lips.

“Binx,” Andhera breathes, leaving a trail of kisses down the front of their chest, then looking up with mussed hair and hungry eyes. “I-”

“Do you want to stop? Go further?”

“I… I do not wish to stop,” Andhera says. They lick their lips, and Binx barely contains an excited smile.

“Okay,” Binx says, eager.

Andhera nods. “And you? What do you want- it’s of equal importance, you know.”

Binx nods, “Oh, I know. And I- honestly?”

“Yes, honestly.”

“I don’t want to stop,” Binx shakes her head. “I, I don’t think there’s a very high chance of me wanting to stop, um, so. I-I’m just going to trust that if you want to stop you’ll tell me. And there’s no pressure! Just- even if I want, y’know, whatever, we have to both want. So, whatever we both want.”

“I know. I do know how this works, Binx.”

“We’ve talked about it,” Binx nods.

“Mhm,” Andhera smiles. “You know well I was… not anticipating.. feeling this level of desire so soon, or, ever, possibly. That does not make it any more true that I am feeling a desire to.. be with you, ahem, in this way.”

“Like, sexually? Specifically? Not just like romance-”

“Yes, sex,” Andhera says. Binx laughs once then presses their lips together.

“I just wanted clarify, so I- Yeah.”

“I know. I don’t mind,” Andhera says, and Binx lifts up to press a sweet kiss to their lips. Andhera returns it twofold, then sweeps a hand along the bedsheets, a soft cotton. “So. Um. With all that said…”

“Mhh?”

“Can we- can I try,” Andhera looks up through their lashes, “will you allow me to remove your skirts? Or, just take them off yourself if that’s the easier thing to do.”

“Yes,” they say, and then shimmy off the bed to remove and toss their skirt onto a small chest.

Under the skirt, Binx is wearing a pair of pantalettes in a dark brown linen, with a deep purple lace at the cuff of the leg. They stop above the knee, but are nearly met by a pair of knitted socks that go right to the knee.

Andhera reaches for Binx and they step over, meeting in a kiss and an embrace once again.

Slowly and with many kisses and sighs in between, they move back to the prior position, with Binx on her back and Andhera next to them. Andhera has a hand on Binx’s stomach now, and inching lower and lower but only ever skimming the top of their undergarment.  

“Andhera,” Binx sighs, trailing a finger along their hand. “Do you.. want to. Go lower?”

“Please,” Andhera says, and Binx deftly unhooks the top of the pantalettes before lifting their hips out of them, then once again guides Andhera’s hand downwards.

Andhera touches the hair between their legs and she moves to spread them. It’s a bit of stop-and-start as they find a position that grants them the access they each want, but they find one nonetheless.

With a mouth much drier than he expected, Andhera skims a hand up the inside of Binx’s thigh, feeling the soft skin and wisps of hair, before gently lifting up and parting her folds and finally, finally touching her.

Binx’s breath hitches and Andhera looks up at their face instead of her legs to find Binx has closed her eyes. They continue the gentle ministrations, dipping down to find wetness and then slowly up again to rub her clit.

At that, Binx whines and bites their lip, and Andhera feels a rush of affection and, well, pride, that something they could do would make Binx look and sound like that.

Still, they say, “Is this okay? Please tell me if you want- something else.”

“It’s good,” Binx says, then they lift their hand. “Just a bit-” Binx covers Andhera’s hand with her own and presses a finger to one side, and Andhera continues the motion from the new angle. Binx nods, “yes, that.”

Andhera bites down a smiles and repeats it, then Binx drops her hand to the side. Andhera continues to watch Binx’s face and follows what it seems like she likes, eventually moving faster once she’s pleased.

If he were to say he wasn’t one to push their luck, they would be lying, so Andhera moves on to slide their fingers down and steadily push inside their cunt.

“Fuck,” Binx mumbles, and Andhera hesitates, but she doesn’t say to stop so he slowly continues, in and out. “Faster,” they say, tapping Andhera’s arm.

Andhera obeys the request, quickening his pace as Binx squirms beneath them.

“Andhera,” Binx groans, then reaches to touch their shoulder. “Can you, um, angle your fingers a bit more, like-” and Binx lifts her hand to show them the crook she’s suggesting.

Andhera nods firmly and does so, watching Binx nod and arch into the pillows a moment or two later, groaning.

Based on their reactions, Andhera goes a bit faster still, and Binx moans a little louder than before, and so on. Binx lifts a hand to their mouth and bites on their knuckle, shutting their eyes and allowing herself to focus on the feeling.

“Fuck,” Binx says again. “I- gods. Andhera, d-do you want to, um,” Binx swallows, and Andhera slows what he’s been doing.

“Hm?”

“Can I touch you, for a bit?” Binx asks, and Andhera stops.

“Yes. Absolutely,” Andhera nods, and Binx smiles.

They slowly find a new position, Andhera discarding his cotton pants before they do, and Binx reaches into their wings to grab a little jar with a pink stopper that says “sensual oil” in a loopy scrawl.

“This is safe to use, for sex-related things. That’s the purpose,” Binx says.

“I was not going to question it,” Andhera admits, and Binx nods.

They’re sitting up, Andhera’s back to the wall, and Binx kneels next to them. They pour some oil into their hand and then kiss down Andhera’s jaw before glancing down and gently taking Andhera’s cock into her hand.

Andhera watches as they slowly pull up, squeezing as they do, and Andhera sighs. It’s a bit strange, to be touched by another person rather than himself- to have the sensation on one side only. But not bad- not at all.

Binx twists their wrist and ducks their face back into Andhera’s neck, kissing more slowly than they are stroking, sucking on the skin just below Andhera’s ear as they stroke his cock.

“Goddamn,” Andhera mutters, biting his lip. They understand the impulse to close their eyes, but prefer to keep them open, if heavily lidded, watching as Binx’s hand moves methodically up and down.

“Let me know if- if you want harder, lighter, faster..”

“You’re good,” Andhera breathes out, moaning in the back of their throat. “A bit.. just a little harder,” they add, and they feel Binx nod before she bites on the bottom of their ear. “Fucking hell,” Andhera whispers.

“Good fucking hell, or?” Binx asks.

“Yes, good.”

“Kay,” Binx murmurs, so they continue to kiss, and bite, and run their hand up and down the length of Andhera’s cock to a steady beat.

Andhera shuts their eyes despite himself, mouth going slack for a few moments before pressing a hand to Binx’s back.

“Binx,” Andhera groans, and Binx slows, then stops her actions, lifting to look at Andhera’s face. “I- can-can we.. Uh.”

“Do you want to-” Binx starts, and Andhera nods, so Binx nods to. “Yeah. Yeah,” she says, and Andhera swallows.

“Do you want to be on top?” Andhera asks, and Binx nods.

“Yeah. Sure,” Binx says, and Andhera sighs.

They move to the middle of the bed and Binx gently presses Andhera back, moving to straddle him. She takes his cock in one hand, the other placed on his lower abdomen.

“Ready?”

“Yes. More than ever,” Andhera says, and Binx smiles. He’s filled with a quick sense of disbelief, but internally waves it away. They’re doing this.

Binx takes in a deep breath and slowly push Andhera’s cock against their folds, nudging their clit before biting her lip and aligning herself to sink down.

Andhera’s hands dig into the soft flesh of Binx’s thighs as they do, choking back a moan and taking a breath to steady himself. Binx settles gently, waiting for them both to adjust before she rocks her hips once, then twice.

Pushing himself up as carefully as they can, Andhera moves a hand to Binx’s shoulder blade, clearly angling to try and kiss her. Binx leans forward, careful, to meet them. They share a tender kiss, before Binx straightens up a little bit.

Binx bounces her hips a few more times, finding a more steady rhythm to move at. Andhera only pushes up marginally to meet her, letting them decide what pace to set and the intensity as well.

“Fuck,” Binx whines. “You’re- nh. Gods.”

Andhera breathes out hard and nods, kissing Binx’s upper chest before leaning back down again, hands wandering to their backside. Binx squeaks again and thrusts her hips a little harder, tilting her head back and staring up at the ceiling with a blissful expression that Andhera would love to commit to memory.

Panting, Binx dances their fingers over Andhera’s chest, working her hips hard and fast. “Andhera,” she gasps, slowing down. “Do you- do you think we could, um, switch spots?”

Andhera blinks slowly, then nods. “Yeah, we can- sure, certainly.”

Binx smiles in gratitude and slowly moves to dismount, so to speak, then flops onto the bed and breathes in deeply. “It’s been going well?” she asks, as Andhera kneels and moves out of the way.

“I would say,” Andhera laughs. “Yes, swimmingly, in fact.”

Giggling along with them, Binx rolls their eyes and looks a bit bashful. “Just wanted to check in.”

Before settling down, Binx grabs a pillow and puts it beneath their hips, elevating them just a bit.

Breathing in through their nose, Andhera moves closer, coming between Binx’s spread legs. “I appreciate it, the checking in,” he says, if a bit delayed.

“Okay, good,” Binx murmurs, as Andhera shimmies a little closer, and closer still, until he can take one hand and push himself back inside of Binx.

While she has a second, Binx hooks her foot on a box-shaped shelf on the wall and, once Andhera is buried to the hilt inside of them, they wrap their other leg around Andhera’s hip.

Andhera resists the urge to comment on Binx’s clever move and focuses on rolling his hips in what they hope is a steady and pleasant manner. Binx, with the added purchase of the shelf, matches and helps Andhera to set the pace.

Before long, they find another rhythm and Binx moans louder still, Andhera groaning along with them and taking only a moment to wipe the sweat off their brow before sliding the hand they aren’t using to help balance to cup Binx’s breast again.

“Andhera,” Binx whines, arching her back. “I- keep doing that, please,” she moans, long and loud.

In all honesty, Andhera isn’t sure what ‘that’ is, so they resolve to just keep doing everything exactly the way they are doing it in the moment.

It seems to work, especially with Binx able to push herself lighter or harder onto his cock, should she wish.

“Binx,” Andhera sighs, the heat in his body, that which has been coursing through him steadily for some time now, is starting to truly reach it’s peak.

“Yes,” Binx gasps back, slipping a hand between them to touch herself for a moment before her face contorts and it seems her every muscle tightens around Andhera. They move with her as she comes, the nails of their free hand digging into Andhera’s back.

“Fuck,” Andhera bites down on their lip, hard, only able to hold on for another moment or two before the pleasure takes him over the edge as well and he, finally, comes as well.

The next moments are a bit of a blur as they reach for one another and kiss passionately before peeling apart and flopping onto the bed, close by not quite touching.

It’s quiet, save for them each catching their breath, gulping the air that is warm and thick around them.

“Hell,” Andhera says.

Binx flips onto their side and looks at them. “I- that was. How… how was it?”

Andhera blinks, turning just their head to look at Binx. “It was really nice, honestly.”

“Nice-” Binx starts, and Andhera clears their throat.

“It was great, it was very much fun,” Andhera says, talking over whatever amusement Binx is having at his comment. “I- you know, as we’ve talked about this, quite frankly and quite recently…”

“I know,” Binx says.

“I wasn’t expecting to want this, still, I can see why people enjoy it very much,” Andhera says, and Binx giggles just a little.

“Yeah. It’s pretty nice,” Binx says, and Andhera pulls a fake-sad face, unable to keep the smile out of it.

“Don’t make fun of me, please,” Andhera says, taking on a whinier voice than he’d usually ever use.

“Oh, I won’t,” Binx says, sounding more sincere than expected. “Much,” they add.

The two of them laugh together, and Binx reaches down to hold Andhera’s hand.

“I am glad we did this,” Andera says, after a few moments. “It was a good experience. As I said, really thought I’d feel the impetus to do so but. I have no regrets.”

Binx smiles and leans to kiss Andhera sweetly. “That’s good. I’m glad. I never want you to feel any pressure, whatsoever. But I’m glad, too. And glad you enjoyed it.”

“Hey, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I was sure I was going to fucking suck.”

Binx gasps, and tries not to laugh. She only fails a little bit. “I- you did not suck. It was good.”

“Okay,” Andhera says. They hesitate, then open their mouth, “You’re going to want to hit me again-”

“Because of what you’re about to say?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re choosing to say it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay,” Binx presses their lips together, and wait.

“If it, indeed, was not horrible,” Andhera says slowly, and Binx rolls their eyes, “…you only have Chirp to thank.”

Thwack

“Well, I knew that was gonna happen,” Andhera says, through laughter, holding their arms up in defense of the pillow Binx pulled from under her hips. She hits him once more for good measure.

“I will not tell- Or. Wait, can we… should we, um, tell people?”

“I- I don’t know? It does seem to be something fey do. A lot. Or maybe I’ve been living with Squak for a few days, same difference.”

“Right,” Binx says, sitting up to hold the pillow. “Is it weird, that we’re talking about it like this?”

“No…?” Andhera says. “It’s- is it not literally just pillow talk?”

“Well, yeah. I just, um, I know it was your first time, like, ever. But I haven’t done this much before either, and not in a long long while. Plus, um. I’m around mortals a lot and, in some places, they are very prudish and keep sex behind very closed doors. So. I dunno, I don’t want to be weird about it- but now I’m just making it weird, probably.”

“It’s okay. If- if at all possible, I’d like to be able to talk frankly. And laugh, and be… casual about this.”

Binx tilts their head.

“Not about our relationship, obviously. I’m very devoted to you,” Andhera clarifies.

“Oh, no, I know,” she says. “Yeah, I think we can chat, and laugh, and be cool about this. If you- if you want to do more stuff like this, or not, or whatever. Open communication.”

“Yes, exactly. Open,” Andhera smiles. “And, for the record, obviously it will be day-by-day and- I don’t think I will ever truly understand the experience of someone who is. Y’know. Typically allosexual, or, whathaveyou. I’ll never be Squak.”

“Lover, please. I would absolutely not want you to be Squak. Ever. Just to be clear.”

Andhera laughs and Binx rolls their eyes towards the ceiling and chuckles once as well. “Of course,” Andhera says. “I’m just saying, there’s levels at which I won’t understand the experience of someone who is. Not me?”

“I know. I get that, I- I don’t think I feel the same way other fey seem to feel, either, y’know? Like, some people act like they’ll die with- without sex or a romantic partner. I don’t know if that’s exaggeration or like, whatever, anyway. I like having it, especially with you,” Binx clutches the pillow tighter, “but, it’s not, like.. Y’know.”

“I hear you,” Andhera says, “And to be clear, if you, for some reason, never wanted to again… That would be a little sad because, it was really nice.”

“-So very nice,” Binx interjects with a smirk.

“So nice,” Andhera laughs, “but I could live without, is all I mean. I’d want to be with you anyway,” Andhera says, frankly. “That being said,” Andhera starts up, tracing their hand along Binx’s thigh, “I liked it. I believe that, in the future, I’d like to have sex with you again.”

“Okay,” Binx nods, putting the pillow to the side. “Just.. say the word.”

“Any time?” Andhera asks.

Binx stares at them. “Yep, any time. In the middle of an important meeting,” Andhera starts to laugh, and Binx starts counting on their fingers, “At Rue and Hob’s wedding. When you’re introducing me to your family-“

“Stop,” Andhera slaps his chest, “I would never.”

Binx laughs wickedly, and stretches their neck from side to side before lying down once again, and Andhera leans in to kiss them.

They kiss slowly, Andhera eventually slipping their tongue into Binx’s mouth, and Binx gasps softly, pushing her tongue back.

“Mmh,” Andhera pulls back, tracing a hand up Binx’s back. “And… how about right now?”

“Huh?” Binx asks, quirking a brow.

“For us, to, y’know-” Andhera gestures, and Binx narrows their eyes for a moment, puzzling it out.

“Oh, to have sex again?”

“Yes,” Andhera says, “that’s- that’s a thing, right? Second round? Shortly after the first?”

“Yes,” Binx smiles brightly, leaning to kiss them again. “Sure you’re not turning into a Lord of the Wing?”

“Oh, come on,” Andhera groans, and Binx grabs their hair, kissing them one more time and a bit more forcefully.

Binx sighs happily and pulls back far enough to look up and down Andhera’s face, fondness in their expression.

“I love you, by the way,” Binx says, and Andhera gives her a look of adoration.

“Awh. I love you, too,” Andhera tells them, and they meeting in another searing kiss.

“The answer is yes, by the way,” Binx says, and Andhera cocks his head. “To your request?”

“To- y’know?”

“Yeah,” Binx says, and Andhera smiles.

“Okay. Only if you’re certain! I don’t want to be pushy about it, or-”

“C’mon, fuck me,” Binx says, and Andhera bursts out in a laugh.

“Well, uh- as my lady commands,” Andhera says, putting on his fake, deep voice.

Binx gives them a deadpan look. “You did not just-”

“It was pretty funny,” Andhera talks over them and Binx shakes her head adamantly.

“I will-” Binx sucks in a breath. “Do you want to make this into a punishment thing? Because, don’t test me.”

“No, no, please,” Andhera laughs. “Let’s stay vanilla for at least one night. There are things Squak and Chirp have told me that I will never recover from.”

“Okay,” Binx howls in laughter, “I promise, the most tame second sexual experience ever- or, 1.5 since we haven’t left bed yet- Gods please stop me from talking, Andhera.”

“Okay, okay okay,” Andhera says, and they take Binx’s face and kiss her fervently, Binx matching their energy in an instant.

And with that, they roll back into bed without much further delay, resuming their lovemaking post haste.