After we made it back down to her cave’s level, Cherie was still breathless, but it was a lot better kind of breathless. A hungry sort of breathless. My heart kicked and crashed around inside my chest from the excitement and the hard flying and more. I squeezed her tight to me. She sighed in my ear.

I wanted to keep squeezing until she popped or smashed into my skin and became part of me, but I set her down so she could stand on the ground.

Cherie grabbed my hand, her brilliant white wings trembling. “This way.”

She shouldered in another stone. Unlike the one outside, this one was gray, and the tunnel on the other side was dark. But she pulled me along it, turning a couple times, before shoving one last stone out of our way.

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The stone ground shut behind me. Then her soft, wide lips were all over my face, and I was backed up against the cave wall. It was like she felt the same way about smashing into my skin. Like maybe she and I wanted all the same things and we could both tell what they were.

I spun us around so she was against the wall. I squeezed and kissed and mashed my face against her cheeks and shoulder and breasts. She giggled and breathed and moaned and rubbed her hands over my face and shoulders and chest and arms like she wanted to feel all of me at once. Just like I wanted her.

We want everything the same. We’re the same. Maybe I thought it. Maybe she thought it. Whoever did, it made me want to crow with happiness.

We didn’t get around to the mating dance then, but I showed her later.