"I can make a different one for myself," Erin said, moving against his body as he hugged her, enjoying the feel of his arms against her now naked back. "This one suits Aleksander better. He can be our son of dragons, Aleksander Zmeyevich." She laughed. Elongated fingernails trailed gently down Sergei's back.
"I feel... strange," Erin said, who often felt strange, but she certainly did now. "I have had those wings for more years of my life than not. They do little, other than get in the way, but to be without them is to feel as though I am missing an arm, or a leg. And now I cast off everything I am just by putting on a mask. Very strange." She looked up at him, looking slightly demonic, with fangs peeking over her lips.
"How do I feel? It is like the little voice in my heart, that tells me I am less than others, that I am missing something, is gone. But the voice in my head that tells me things I should and should not do... it is also gone. I feel free and... it scares me what I would do when free. And I am scared that you will like me better as this, as something fake and playing dress up, than what I really am..."
She suddenly gave him a look, quite a bit more like Heather's expressions than one of Erin's, and leaned up out of the water to give him a very forward kiss. Just one kiss, free of any guilt or inhibitions, free of any care that she might be gripping him too hard, that she might bite his lip with her sharp fangs, just one selfish, passionate, glorious kiss.