You were a Hyrbid. A bird to be exact. Meaning you preened a couple days a week when you had time.

Currently you were sitting on Price’s lap, his back against the headboard of the bed and his legs stretched out. You were wearing shorts and a t-shirt, giving him easy access to gently rub the base of feathers that poked out of the top of the shorts at the back. His other hand lightly caressing one of your wings.

“Easy, Doll. Take what you need.” Price cooed softly, a warm smile on his face.