Skies Of Weston
They reappeared midair, high above Weston. He'd spread his wings as he 'ported, so he held them aloft, the heat of his body keeping her warm, a solid heat against her back, butt and thighs, and a thick, solid bar around her waist. The sunset, as he hovered there, was glorious, a blaze of scarlet and orange, gold, mint and violet fading into deeper and deeper purple and midnight blue, darkening into the inky black of night, and with the stars beginning to appear like a million pinpricks of silvery jewels laid on velvet. His deep voice whispered into her head {{The sunset above Weston.}}