Feel This Moment
She was actually asleep - it was a rare enough occurrence that Warren had to pause and reflect on it. His eyes followed the hills and valleys of her right side, silhouetted under the thin microfiber she'd chosen as her blanket. When Eva felt inclined to enter R.E.M.S., she generally faced away from him, which was no slight or bother to Warren. There was no bad view of Eva Rojas, no better angle - especially when she was peaceful and calm. Normally, he would have been more than satisfied to scoot up behind her, wrap his arm around her hip and drift away next to her - a row boat for two into their dreams. However, the sheer excitement from their relationship's renaissance - now only a week old, told Angel to take advantage of this instant. Propped up with his left elbow against the bed, his searched his wing for which of his thousands of fluffy white feathers felt loose. He discovered his prey, one that wiggled more than its neighbors, and he plucked it from its home. He winced, only for a second, and then ran his fingers down the length of the feather to make sure it would do. Satisfied it was worthy for her near-divine caramel skin, Angel started just below where her hair ended and traced her back until he reached far below the covers. He repeated, with delight, down her back, the side of her neck, even behind her ear. A spot his lips soon found themselves on, because in watching, Angel had found himself jealous of his own feather.