The last thing Giles remembered was the burning in his back, and the warmth of Fred's arms. Everything had turned to black too quickly and he hadn't had the chance to tell her all the things he wanted to. But now the burning was gone and he was lying on something soft. Opening his eyes, he stared up at a white ceiling. At least it wasn't Hell. At least he hoped it wasn't.
"He's awake, Cordy," came a familiar voice.
"About time. A full week to recovery from being poisoned? Pfft!"
Giles craned his neck to see Wesley and Cordelia standing over him. He quickly stood and looked around. "Fred?"
"She's not here, Rupert," Wesley said as he reached out to steady him.
"Where is here?" Giles asked as he looked at Wesley. "And aren't you dead?"
"All of us are, Giles," Cordelia said. "You're an Angel now. Just like Fred. Now, speaking of Fred, you need to get back to--"
"Wait! No. I don't deserve to be an Angel," Giles protested as he looked over at Wesley. "He deserves it more."
"You both deserve it but for right now, Wesley is going to stay here and you're going to go out there and help Fred before she loses herself," Cordy explained.
"What? Is Fred in danger? And you aren't sending me back until you tell me what I can and can't do as an Angel!" Giles said, crossing his arms. He started to think about Fred's wings, wondering if he'd have some of his own, when he felt a strange pop in his back. Turning his head, he saw a pair of wings flapping behind him.
"Nice," Cordelia muttered, rolling her eyes. "Your power will be magic but only want you know. And Fred's alright. She just needs you, Giles. Go to her, take care of her for a couple of days, and I'll come visit to give you your next assignment."
"This is why you had me go in, isn't it?" Giles asked. Cordelia merely nodded as Wesley approached him.
"Take care of her, Rupert," he said, cupping Giles' face. "And take care of yourself. I'm sure we'll see each other again."
Giles nodded and placed his hand on top of Wesley's. "I will. For you, for her, for all of us. How...how do I get back to her?" he asked.
"Close your eyes and you'll be there," Cordelia said.
He closed his eyes and soon he was standing in the beach house they'd spend their last night together. Giles could still feel his wings behind him, and no matter how hard her tried, he couldn't get them to go back in. Looking to the side, he saw Fred sitting there, looking lost and dejected.
"Fred, love," he quietly said without moving from his spot. "I think I may need a bit of help. I can't seem to get them to go back in."
The last week had been the worst of Fred's life...or existence, to be more precise since officially, she was already dead. She had thought that nothing could ever match the pain that Illyria had put her through, being hollowed out before she had died. She was wrong. The pain of losing Rupert, knowing that he had died because he was with her and that he was no longer with her, was even worse. She felt like she had been hollowed out again.
When she had finally brought herself to let go of Rupert's body, she had been at a loss of what to do. Who was she supposed to tell?
She had tried to call Willow, but when she had tried to explain that she was Fred and what had happened to Rupert, Willow had called her "Illyria" and said she was sick and hung up on her. And she had tried to track down Buffy but hadn't been able to reach her by phone. Going to Rome wasn't possible. She didn't think she'd ever be able to go back there again. Not after what had happened.
Finally, she had had to clean Rupert's body up herself. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to adequately explain what had happened to him to anybody, not even the Council, she had taken him to the beach house and given him a makeshift Viking funeral, using her aunt and uncle's small boat to send him out to sea after setting it alight. She had stood on the dock, watching the fire out on the water until it finally disappeared, tears trailing down her cheeks, her heart aching.
The rest of the week, she had stayed at the house, alone and grieving. She didn't want to be there anymore. She didn't want to help the Powers. She didn't want to face the world again. It had taken everything from her.
She would sit there, watching the water, sometimes sleeping, not eating unless she felt shakey. Then she gave up eating all together. She was an Angel - why did it matter whether she ate. She was sure the Powers wouldn't allow her to die if they needed her.
A week after Rupert had died, she was sitting on the porch of the house, watching the water, when she heard his voice. At first, she thought she was hallucinating and closed her eyes for a moment. Then she looked over.
And saw him standing there.
"Rupert?" she said softly, her voice hoarse. He was standing there, and he had wings. "Oh, my God, Rupert."
She stumbled to her feet and over to him, almost afraid to touch him because he wasn't really there. But when she touched him, he real. He was real, and he had wings.
"They sent you back? They made you an Angel and sent you back? I...I thought...I thought I'd never see you again," she told before breaking down crying again as she embrace him, not wanting to let him go.
Giles stared at Fred for a moment, wondering if she was going to come to him. His wings started to flap behind him, and he didn’t know if it was because he was nervous or excited at seeing her. And why didn’t the bloody things want to go back in? He felt a bit foolish not knowing how to control his new powers.
When she finally came to him, he nodded. “Cordelia thought it would be best if I came back and be with you. And I spoke with Wesley also. He misses you, and asked me to take care of you,” he softly said, reaching out her hand to cup her face. Just then she threw herself into his arms and his wings protectively went around her body.
“I’ll never leave you again. I promise. And I’m so sorry I didn’t warn you ahead of time. I knew there was a good chance I wouldn’t survive the attack but I didn’t want you to worry about me. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me,” Giles whispered to her.
He wanted nothing more than to hold her for the rest of the night, but the beach house was were they’d spent their last night together and it was too painful for him. Giles closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they were in the front foyer of his house in Bath.
Pulling away, he gave Fred a sheepish look. “I’m still getting a bit used to this. Plus,” he said, motioning at his wings as one of them hit him in the head, “I still don’t know how to put them away!”
Fred's mind was spinning as she held him. Rupert was back. Cordelia had sent him back to her because she knew she needed him, and he was back, and he had seen Wesley, so that meant that he had saved him and set him free, and now he was back. She could feel his wings wrap around her and felt the tightness that had been a constant presence in her chest and throat abate.
"I'm just glad you're back," she whispered. Part of her wanted to be mad at him for leaving her, for knowing that he was going to leave her, but she couldn't. He was back. That was all she cared about. And she knew how much it hurt to be killed by a demon. "There's nothing I need to forgive you for."
She suddenly felt the familiar sensation that accompanied when she moved them someplace, but this time, she wasn't doing it. Looking up, she was amazed when she saw they were in the entranceway of what looked to be a rather large and beautiful old house. Rupert must know this place, she realized.
As the wing hit him, she felt herself let out a watery chuckle and stood back a little, reaching up to stroke his wings gently. If it was anything like when she had first realized she had them, he had to be a bit agitated - even if he had known about them. "Just relax," she whispered. "Take a deep breath and relax and focus on making them disappear. You'll get used to it. The first few times are just a bit strange."
When Fred started to stroke his wings, Giles moaned. The sensation of it went straight to his groin and he felt himself twitch. He wanted her to do it for the rest of the night but also knew he wanted the wings gone. Taking Fred's advice, he relaxed and thought about the wings disappearing. Soon there was a pop and they were gone. "Thank you, love," he said with a grateful smile.
He looked around the foyer for a moment before he looked at Fred again. "Sorry about this. It's my family estate in Bath. I wasn't even thinking about this place. I thought it'd be nice to spend the rest of the night holding you, and here we are," Giles said with a small shrug.
Stepping forward, he gently cupped her face before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first, but it soon deepen. She still taste and felt the same and GIles knew he wanted to be with her. No, he needed to be with her. "Fred," he panted as he broke the kiss. "I...I want to make love to you, if that's all right."
When Rupert was able to make his wings disappear, Fred smiled softly, letting her hands drop to rest on his upper arms. "Any time," she whispered. She still almost couldn't believe it even though she was touching him and he was holding her.
She turned her gaze upward when he mentioned that this was his family's house. "It's...it's beautiful," she told him. "It doesn't matter where we are. I'm just glad that you're back." She paused for a moment. "And I think I said that before, but it's true."
As he leaned down to kiss her, Fred's eyes fell close, and she melted into his arms. It had been a week since they had done this, but it felt like a lifetime. Her heart pounding, she opened her eyes when he broke the kiss and looked up at him, trying to blink back the tears she felt threatening to spill from her eyes. She had been aching for him since he had died in her arms. She needed this. She needed him.
"Yes, please," she answered him, her voice hoarse, her hand resting against his collarbone. She glanced up for a moment before locking eyes with him again. "You're...you're going to have to...ummm...lead the way, though. We don't want to end up in the bathroom again."
"It's been in my family for three generations now," Giles commented when Fred said the house was beautiful. "My grandmother bought it right before she retired." He looked down at her and grinned when she made the joke about the bathroom. At least she hadn't lost her sense of humor. Bending down, he scooped her up and carried her up the long flight of stairs.
When they got to one of the guestrooms, Giles opened the door and took her over to the bed. He gently laid her down on the duvet and crawled up so he was over her. "I promise to never leave you again, Fred. You're rather stuck with me, love," he whispered as he leaned down and softly kissed her lips before down to her neck. Her skin was so soft and he could almost sense and smell things he hadn't before.
He ran his hands down to the hem of her shirt and slid his hands under it. His fingers moved over the soft skin of her stomach before moving up to cup her breasts. Giles rubbed her nipples through the thin material of her bra, groaning when he felt them harden. "Too much clothes," he murmured. Raising up he pulled her shirt over her head, and tugged her bra off.
Leaning down again, he softly sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as he felt himself stir and start to harden. He moved over to her other breast and sucked on that nipple as his hand snaked down and slipped under her skirt and up to the crouch of her panties.
When Rupert picked her up, Fred wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him, closing her eyes. She could feel him, and she was realizing she could sense him again now that she had calmed down from the shock of seeing him again. It was a comforting presence - she hadn't realized how much so until he had been gone.
As he lay her on the bed in the room they had gone into, Fred looked up at him, gazing into his eyes. She felt her throat tighten when he promised to never leave her again and arched into his touch as he kissed from her lips down her neck.
"Never want you to leave again," she told him as she realized that in a way, they had been granted what they had been scared they would never have. That thought and all others soon melted away, though, as he touched and then suckled on her breasts once her shirt and bra were pulled off, sending bolts of sensation through her. "Oh, God...need you so much..."
She somehow managed to get his own shirt off him before she felt his hand slip inside her panties, touching her, making her gasp. The overwhelming emotion of this made her tremble as much as from his touch. Pressing herself up against his hand, she ran her down over his torso to the waistband of his pants, unzipping him and reaching inside, finding his cock and wrapping her hand around it.
He felt so warm. Warm and alive.
"I love you," she told him, her voice soft and strained.
When Fred started to push against his hand, Giles pressed harder against her. He could feel the wetness through the thin material of her panties. He felt her unzip his trousers and he hissed when her hand wrapped around his cock. Giles could see she was trembling already and he didn't want her to come unless he was inside of her to feel it.
Pulling away, he pulled off his trousers and boxers, and threw them on the floor. Giles then reached down and pulled off her panties before pushing her skirt up. He didn't have time to take it off. Giles nudged her legs apart and gently held her hips as he pissed inside of her.
"Bloody hell, Fred," he hissed. She was so warm and tight and alive.
He moved and wrapped his arms around her and started to slowly thrust. His mouth found her nipples again and he greedily sucked on them as he thrust harder and faster. His balls started to tighten and he knew he wasn't going to last for much longer.
"Love you forever, Fred," he whispered as he nuzzled his neck.
Fred barely had time to think before Rupert had her panties and his slacks off and was pushing inside her, filling her up. Moaning, she arched up, wrapping her arms around him to try to pull him deeper.
"Oh God, Rupert," she said softly. He felt so good. He felt so good, inside her and around her, and she closed her eyes, just letting the feelings wash over her. Part of her felt like she was ready to come apart under his touch right then and there, but another part of her didn't want this to possibly ever end.
When he began moving inside her, his lips on her breasts, she cried out, her body quickly tightening and rushing headlong for release. She had been holding so much inside for a week. She held him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist, pushing up against him, needing more of him.
"I...I love you always," she promised, hearing his words. She gasped as her body trembled. "Always."
With that, her trembling turned into shaking, and she let go with a soft cry, holding him deep inside her, never wanting to let him go again.
Giles continued to push himself inside of Fred, needing to be connected with her. The last time they'd done this he was sure it was going to be their last. But now they were together again and he was inside of her, and she felt so right. He knew he would never leave her again and he would always be there for her.
When Fred started to come, Giles pushed himself into her one last time and cried out as he spilled himself into her. Has he shook, he felt a pop on his back and soon his wings were out. Again. "Erm," he said, giving Fred an embarrassed look. He was beginning to hope he would learn how to better control them. "I hope that doesn't happen every time I get excited."
Nuzzling her neck, Giles concentrated for a moment and soon the wings were gone. He then pulled back and looked down at her. "All right, love?" he quietly whispered. She still seemed a little upset and he wanted nothing more than to see her smile or hear her laugh or both. "I'm not leaving again. You don't have to worry about that."
Fred continued to shudder as she felt Rupert's warmth flood her. Unlike the last time, when she had been so worried about him, about what they were going to be doing, this time felt like a promise - a promise of forever. A promise they couldn't have ever made each other before when she was an Angel and he was still a human. Part of her was still scared, though - wondering what else the Powers had in store for them. If Rupert was an Angel now, would they start insisting that he take missions away from her, breaking them apart.
Suddenly, she felt him jerk slightly and opened her eyes to see that his wings had popped out. He quickly made them disappear, and as he nuzzled her neck, she found herself beginning to smile just a bit even though she was still a bit worried about all this.
"I'm fine...well, I'm better," she told him. The more he promised that he wouldn't leave her again, the more it put her at ease. Maybe if he said it a thousand times more, the worry would completely disappear.
Nudging his face up so she could see him, she gave him a smile as she reached up to caress his face. "I guess we're both going to be figuring things out for a bit." Then she remembered what had happened the last time she had tried to fly, and her smiled widened. "So do you think that between the two of us, we might be able to keep from flying into things?"
"He's awake, Cordy," came a familiar voice.
"About time. A full week to recovery from being poisoned? Pfft!"
Giles craned his neck to see Wesley and Cordelia standing over him. He quickly stood and looked around. "Fred?"
"She's not here, Rupert," Wesley said as he reached out to steady him.
"Where is here?" Giles asked as he looked at Wesley. "And aren't you dead?"
"All of us are, Giles," Cordelia said. "You're an Angel now. Just like Fred. Now, speaking of Fred, you need to get back to--"
"Wait! No. I don't deserve to be an Angel," Giles protested as he looked over at Wesley. "He deserves it more."
"You both deserve it but for right now, Wesley is going to stay here and you're going to go out there and help Fred before she loses herself," Cordy explained.
"What? Is Fred in danger? And you aren't sending me back until you tell me what I can and can't do as an Angel!" Giles said, crossing his arms. He started to think about Fred's wings, wondering if he'd have some of his own, when he felt a strange pop in his back. Turning his head, he saw a pair of wings flapping behind him.
"Nice," Cordelia muttered, rolling her eyes. "Your power will be magic but only want you know. And Fred's alright. She just needs you, Giles. Go to her, take care of her for a couple of days, and I'll come visit to give you your next assignment."
"This is why you had me go in, isn't it?" Giles asked. Cordelia merely nodded as Wesley approached him.
"Take care of her, Rupert," he said, cupping Giles' face. "And take care of yourself. I'm sure we'll see each other again."
Giles nodded and placed his hand on top of Wesley's. "I will. For you, for her, for all of us. How...how do I get back to her?" he asked.
"Close your eyes and you'll be there," Cordelia said.
He closed his eyes and soon he was standing in the beach house they'd spend their last night together. Giles could still feel his wings behind him, and no matter how hard her tried, he couldn't get them to go back in. Looking to the side, he saw Fred sitting there, looking lost and dejected.
"Fred, love," he quietly said without moving from his spot. "I think I may need a bit of help. I can't seem to get them to go back in."
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When she had finally brought herself to let go of Rupert's body, she had been at a loss of what to do. Who was she supposed to tell?
She had tried to call Willow, but when she had tried to explain that she was Fred and what had happened to Rupert, Willow had called her "Illyria" and said she was sick and hung up on her. And she had tried to track down Buffy but hadn't been able to reach her by phone. Going to Rome wasn't possible. She didn't think she'd ever be able to go back there again. Not after what had happened.
Finally, she had had to clean Rupert's body up herself. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to adequately explain what had happened to him to anybody, not even the Council, she had taken him to the beach house and given him a makeshift Viking funeral, using her aunt and uncle's small boat to send him out to sea after setting it alight. She had stood on the dock, watching the fire out on the water until it finally disappeared, tears trailing down her cheeks, her heart aching.
The rest of the week, she had stayed at the house, alone and grieving. She didn't want to be there anymore. She didn't want to help the Powers. She didn't want to face the world again. It had taken everything from her.
She would sit there, watching the water, sometimes sleeping, not eating unless she felt shakey. Then she gave up eating all together. She was an Angel - why did it matter whether she ate. She was sure the Powers wouldn't allow her to die if they needed her.
A week after Rupert had died, she was sitting on the porch of the house, watching the water, when she heard his voice. At first, she thought she was hallucinating and closed her eyes for a moment. Then she looked over.
And saw him standing there.
"Rupert?" she said softly, her voice hoarse. He was standing there, and he had wings. "Oh, my God, Rupert."
She stumbled to her feet and over to him, almost afraid to touch him because he wasn't really there. But when she touched him, he real. He was real, and he had wings.
"They sent you back? They made you an Angel and sent you back? I...I thought...I thought I'd never see you again," she told before breaking down crying again as she embrace him, not wanting to let him go.
Rupert was back!
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When she finally came to him, he nodded. “Cordelia thought it would be best if I came back and be with you. And I spoke with Wesley also. He misses you, and asked me to take care of you,” he softly said, reaching out her hand to cup her face. Just then she threw herself into his arms and his wings protectively went around her body.
“I’ll never leave you again. I promise. And I’m so sorry I didn’t warn you ahead of time. I knew there was a good chance I wouldn’t survive the attack but I didn’t want you to worry about me. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me,” Giles whispered to her.
He wanted nothing more than to hold her for the rest of the night, but the beach house was were they’d spent their last night together and it was too painful for him. Giles closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they were in the front foyer of his house in Bath.
Pulling away, he gave Fred a sheepish look. “I’m still getting a bit used to this. Plus,” he said, motioning at his wings as one of them hit him in the head, “I still don’t know how to put them away!”
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"I'm just glad you're back," she whispered. Part of her wanted to be mad at him for leaving her, for knowing that he was going to leave her, but she couldn't. He was back. That was all she cared about. And she knew how much it hurt to be killed by a demon. "There's nothing I need to forgive you for."
She suddenly felt the familiar sensation that accompanied when she moved them someplace, but this time, she wasn't doing it. Looking up, she was amazed when she saw they were in the entranceway of what looked to be a rather large and beautiful old house. Rupert must know this place, she realized.
As the wing hit him, she felt herself let out a watery chuckle and stood back a little, reaching up to stroke his wings gently. If it was anything like when she had first realized she had them, he had to be a bit agitated - even if he had known about them. "Just relax," she whispered. "Take a deep breath and relax and focus on making them disappear. You'll get used to it. The first few times are just a bit strange."
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He looked around the foyer for a moment before he looked at Fred again. "Sorry about this. It's my family estate in Bath. I wasn't even thinking about this place. I thought it'd be nice to spend the rest of the night holding you, and here we are," Giles said with a small shrug.
Stepping forward, he gently cupped her face before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first, but it soon deepen. She still taste and felt the same and GIles knew he wanted to be with her. No, he needed to be with her. "Fred," he panted as he broke the kiss. "I...I want to make love to you, if that's all right."
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She turned her gaze upward when he mentioned that this was his family's house. "It's...it's beautiful," she told him. "It doesn't matter where we are. I'm just glad that you're back." She paused for a moment. "And I think I said that before, but it's true."
As he leaned down to kiss her, Fred's eyes fell close, and she melted into his arms. It had been a week since they had done this, but it felt like a lifetime. Her heart pounding, she opened her eyes when he broke the kiss and looked up at him, trying to blink back the tears she felt threatening to spill from her eyes. She had been aching for him since he had died in her arms. She needed this. She needed him.
"Yes, please," she answered him, her voice hoarse, her hand resting against his collarbone. She glanced up for a moment before locking eyes with him again. "You're...you're going to have to...ummm...lead the way, though. We don't want to end up in the bathroom again."
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When they got to one of the guestrooms, Giles opened the door and took her over to the bed. He gently laid her down on the duvet and crawled up so he was over her. "I promise to never leave you again, Fred. You're rather stuck with me, love," he whispered as he leaned down and softly kissed her lips before down to her neck. Her skin was so soft and he could almost sense and smell things he hadn't before.
He ran his hands down to the hem of her shirt and slid his hands under it. His fingers moved over the soft skin of her stomach before moving up to cup her breasts. Giles rubbed her nipples through the thin material of her bra, groaning when he felt them harden. "Too much clothes," he murmured. Raising up he pulled her shirt over her head, and tugged her bra off.
Leaning down again, he softly sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as he felt himself stir and start to harden. He moved over to her other breast and sucked on that nipple as his hand snaked down and slipped under her skirt and up to the crouch of her panties.
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As he lay her on the bed in the room they had gone into, Fred looked up at him, gazing into his eyes. She felt her throat tighten when he promised to never leave her again and arched into his touch as he kissed from her lips down her neck.
"Never want you to leave again," she told him as she realized that in a way, they had been granted what they had been scared they would never have. That thought and all others soon melted away, though, as he touched and then suckled on her breasts once her shirt and bra were pulled off, sending bolts of sensation through her. "Oh, God...need you so much..."
She somehow managed to get his own shirt off him before she felt his hand slip inside her panties, touching her, making her gasp. The overwhelming emotion of this made her tremble as much as from his touch. Pressing herself up against his hand, she ran her down over his torso to the waistband of his pants, unzipping him and reaching inside, finding his cock and wrapping her hand around it.
He felt so warm. Warm and alive.
"I love you," she told him, her voice soft and strained.
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Pulling away, he pulled off his trousers and boxers, and threw them on the floor. Giles then reached down and pulled off her panties before pushing her skirt up. He didn't have time to take it off. Giles nudged her legs apart and gently held her hips as he pissed inside of her.
"Bloody hell, Fred," he hissed. She was so warm and tight and alive.
He moved and wrapped his arms around her and started to slowly thrust. His mouth found her nipples again and he greedily sucked on them as he thrust harder and faster. His balls started to tighten and he knew he wasn't going to last for much longer.
"Love you forever, Fred," he whispered as he nuzzled his neck.
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"Oh God, Rupert," she said softly. He felt so good. He felt so good, inside her and around her, and she closed her eyes, just letting the feelings wash over her. Part of her felt like she was ready to come apart under his touch right then and there, but another part of her didn't want this to possibly ever end.
When he began moving inside her, his lips on her breasts, she cried out, her body quickly tightening and rushing headlong for release. She had been holding so much inside for a week. She held him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist, pushing up against him, needing more of him.
"I...I love you always," she promised, hearing his words. She gasped as her body trembled. "Always."
With that, her trembling turned into shaking, and she let go with a soft cry, holding him deep inside her, never wanting to let him go again.
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When Fred started to come, Giles pushed himself into her one last time and cried out as he spilled himself into her. Has he shook, he felt a pop on his back and soon his wings were out. Again. "Erm," he said, giving Fred an embarrassed look. He was beginning to hope he would learn how to better control them. "I hope that doesn't happen every time I get excited."
Nuzzling her neck, Giles concentrated for a moment and soon the wings were gone. He then pulled back and looked down at her. "All right, love?" he quietly whispered. She still seemed a little upset and he wanted nothing more than to see her smile or hear her laugh or both. "I'm not leaving again. You don't have to worry about that."
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Suddenly, she felt him jerk slightly and opened her eyes to see that his wings had popped out. He quickly made them disappear, and as he nuzzled her neck, she found herself beginning to smile just a bit even though she was still a bit worried about all this.
"I'm fine...well, I'm better," she told him. The more he promised that he wouldn't leave her again, the more it put her at ease. Maybe if he said it a thousand times more, the worry would completely disappear.
Nudging his face up so she could see him, she gave him a smile as she reached up to caress his face. "I guess we're both going to be figuring things out for a bit." Then she remembered what had happened the last time she had tried to fly, and her smiled widened. "So do you think that between the two of us, we might be able to keep from flying into things?"
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