"Nothing wrong with that. Might be a good thing, come to thing of it."
Since he was already touching her, holding her arm, it was easy enough for Lucien to slip the two of them slightly out of reality. His wings seemed to fade in, but really they faded out. Reality said humans couldn't have wings. But out of reality, Marie could have wings like his, proportioned to her smaller body. White feathers though, edged in deepest black. Lucien liked the contrast. Gravity would have less of a pull on her as well."
Turning a little, he touched her forhead with his free hand. "Since they aren't yours, aren't real, you won't have to worry about how you use them. No risk of pulling a flight muscle or something like that from lack of exercise. You know how to use them now, too." Well, he was cheating a little. Rogue's wings would dissolve the next time she landed, but the feeling of having had them, the knowledge of how to use them would stay with her. Lucien didn't often do temptation, but he could hum the tune. You never knew.