“I’m a little biased, I’ll admit. Plus, you know, no shirt. I /quite/ like that.” Summer reached out to trace the upper arc of the wing, feathers slipping softly through her fingers. Circling around behind him and tugging the cat along with her, she laid a hand on his back between the two appendages, tracing the new musculature and the shape of their emergence. Impulsively she kissed the centre of his back. “Let me take Helios home and we’ll skydance,” she whispered against his skin.
He watched her as she circled behind him, wings lowering so he he could see over them. They twitched upwards when she set her hand between them, and one side of his mouth curled in a fought back smile.
…Skydance? What even. Well, only one way to find out. “Then I guess you’d best be quick,” he said, folding his wings in close again so he could turn to face her without smacking her with one on accident.
“You’ll see me if you look, Tony. I shan’t be long.” With efficient motions she packed up her gear, sweeping a protesting Helios up into a shoulder carry. He waved his tail at Tony as they went past, blue eyes pleading. Just about five minutes later she launched herself upward from her fire escape, flame wings flaring out behind her.