Lake Lewisia #991

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Jamil carefully worked his fingers under a layer of feathers so he could stroke from skin to the tip of each vane. The same fingers that had learned to handle spun sugar never broke a shaft, and the speed that let him manipulate chocolate without melting it had him grooming each wing to perfection in no time. On their bed, Kim sighed and flexed his wing joints, reduced to so much happy syrup by the attention.

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LL#991