A violet huntress pursues verdant prey.
Her violet wing briefly overlapped his scarlet one, and the tactile sensation of that was almost too much.
They split apart, glancing at one another and laughing, only to draw near once more, like moths to a flame. Silk slid against silk, wing against wing, their hands seeking, finding one another. They spun, locked together in a kiss, the wind trying to tear them apart as they clung ever tighter.
Ave could feel them dropping, but she didn’t care. All that mattered to her was that she have this man, the sooner, the better.