[It takes a minute for the spasms to work themselves out, and as they subside, she begins to melt bonelessly over his chest. She only now notices that she is biting him, so she lets him go and kisses the spot apologetically, smoothing with her fingers the feathers she messed up in her throes of passion.]

[She's still out of breath and twitching a little, but it feels as though a comfortable fog of satisfaction has settled over her, and she is slowly recovering her peripheral vision and remembering where she is.]

[The massage of her shoulders is unexpected and feels much nicer than she would have thought. She hums and tips her head a little to invite better access, and starts to massage him back. Her hands are not as strong as his, but her delicate fingers knead gently around his shoulder blades and slowly caress his wings.]

[She feels like maybe she's supposed to say something here, but she's feeling so pleasantly lazy and wrung out that she decides to continue draping over him for a minute longer while her heart rate goes back to normal.]