Girl of glass [Cameron]

[Lucas Blacke]

Oddly enough due to everyone referring to it as the lake there was not just a lake at the lake, there was an entire forest attached to it that could make for a great stroll with anyone if you needed to be alone and wanted to escape the prying eyes of the people riddling a public place. That and it held plenty of open spots too, great for a picnic in the middle of the forest. Which wasn't too bad of an idea.

But to Luke the whole forest idea were just trees on a running ground, something he could run in and train his avoiding skills a bit. Not that they were lacking, but it couldn't hurt to hone your skills, could it?

And as always, Lucas was briefly wondering about who he would meet this time around, seeing as he was kind of on a roll as far as new people went. It seemed that going for a run combined with the place he was in was a surefire way to get to know someone as he had done quite a few times that week. It was almost beginning to look like an epidemic, some would say.

The few people walking through the woods surrounding the lake would look up with a confused smile as they saw a young man running from tree to tree for no apparent reason at all, but there were also those who knew better and did not pay Luke any attention at all. They knew he was simply getting a run in in a way that trained everything and not just his legs and stamina. He pulled himself up tree branches and rolled his way down stuff, jumping and almost dancing, it looked like.

Until he saw a silhouette in the distance and he stopped dead in his tracks, holding his hand on a tree to slow his breathing down. The figure both was and was not human shaped. It held something that made Luke think of wings, and maybe that was what it were. Wings!

Enthralled with the idea he got a bit closer and got ready to speak when he noticed the (now obvious) girl with wings mutter a bit. Not quite sure what the issue was just yet he hesitantly shuffled a bit closer still.

''Need any help?''

[Cameron Wilder]

Now, Cam did not leave her room often. She was more comfortable with her books and sketches than the people of the outside world. Of course, she was fine with fellow loners but groups made her uncomfortable. And this lake seemed to attract a fair few groups. So why was she there? To stretch her wings, escape her roommates, maybe find some inspiration for a dragon she had decided to draw. Dragons are not childish, they are rather hard to design, I'll have you know.

The woods had attracted her the second she had spotted them. Water didn't mix well with feathers, it weighed them down dramatically. Since Cam hated tucking her wings into her back, the brunette always kept them out; her clothes were modified to allow the snowy owl-like wings to stretch and breathe. To where the wild things are it is...

Hoisting her satchel strap further up her shoulder, Cam followed a trodden-dirt path into the dense forest. It was pretty beautiful. The bright greens of the leaves contrasted against the darkened earth that nestled beneath the tree roots; the sunlight streaming in through the branches gave the effect of shattered light. 

A twig snap startled Cam, causing her wings to burst open in their instant panic; whacking her satchel hard enough to burst a bottle of fizzy drink all over the flight feathers of her left wing. The sticky liquid did no make things better as her wings instantly began to flutter and flap to get rid of the liquid. When Cam finally calmed down enough due to her self-caused fear, her feathers had been soaked in the bright liquid.

With a quiet curse, Cam knelt down next to her ripped satchel and pulled out some baby wipes. Always prepared in case something happened, like a similar accident. Folding her left wing, Cam began to methodically clean the inside feathers until they were free from the stickiness. Now about the back... Cam could not reach that far. The teen twisted, turned and twirled trying to get at the back of the feathers but to no avail. She sighed and sat down with her legs in front of her, resorting to the fate of having sticky feathers...

''Need any help?''

Cam jumped again in surprise, planting a hand on the floor and turning her head to face the approacher; her wings hurriedly fanning out once before slowly closing again as she realised there was no danger. No danger, actually help! Whipping around to grab some more baby wipes, Cam frantically nodded and waved the stranger over. "Um, yes, actually. Yes please. Can you help me clean my wings?"

[Lucas Blacke]

Oh well hello.. the silhouette it seemed did turn out to be a quite handsome woman. Girl? What was her age? No matter, all that mattered to Luke was that she looked hot. Her personality and age and all that other stuff came later if she played her cards right. Yeah, Luke was a bit of a playboy and would now without a doubt do anything the girl told him to in the hopes of getting something in return. Yes, there was that girl named Amber, and it would probably be a bad thing to want anything with anyone else, but he had his urges and well.. Amber took her time responding.

Something this one didn't as he had called out and almost instantly got an invitation to come closer to the girl with wings. Most of them just fluttered away first try, or would end up getting their faces beat in due to wrongly calling his girlfriend a bitch! And that was when he realized that people with wings held a certain image in his mind, an image of not caring and telling things without any thought of anyone else.

''..clean yer wings?'' He repeated as he jogged closer, inspecting the girl (though almost everywhere but her wings) and shooting her a smile. But then he noticed what she meant by cleaning her wings. Luke had half hoped it was a euphemism for something a bit more fun but actually helping her would not hurt him either. ''Clean yer wings.'' He nodded as he walked over to the girl and made a bit of a bow, using his introduction to take some of the wipes from her hand.

''Lucas Blacke, at yer cervix.'' He gave her his signature introduction as he walked to be behind the girl in order to clean her wings, which it turned out he wasn't sure on how to do.

''How do I.. clean yer wings, exactly?'' Luke asked with a furrowed brow and his free hand reaching behind his head to scratch the confusion away.

[Cameron Wilder]

Cam smiled widely as she realised that he had decided to help. Most people would just laugh and walk away or roll their eyes. Not that there were a lot of people in the forest, they were mostly around the lake. Which reminds her, what was he doing here in the first place? Cam put the baby wipes back down after the stranger had grabbed a few and went back to clean some of the few remaining dirty feathers on the inside.

''Lucas Blacke, at yer cervix.''
Cam froze and turned to glance at the guy, but he had disappeared behind her large wings. W-Was that a flirt? Oh dear, she had never been flirted with before. Should she respond? Cam closed her eyes and calmed herself as she felt her wings tense slightly. The brunette would think about that later, or never. "My name is Cameron."

Cam was determined put that flirt out of mind; out of mind, out of sight. She began to clean her wings again, gently brushing downwards against each feather until they were slightly damp and clean from the fizzy drink. However, this ideology was quickly pushed away as she heard him speak again.

''How do I.. clean yer wings, exactly?'

Cam paused and attempted to glance behind to see Lucas, failing miserably as the crest of her wing blocked her view. She didn't move it, out of fear of it hitting the guy in the face. It had happened before, it could happen again. "Um, use the wipe to downwardly stroke the feathers. B-But be gentle." She said, mentally face palming at how this apparently flirty Lucas could take that sentence.

[Lucas Blacke]

Female. Hot. Asking him for help and on the ground. Sounded like a date. Or worse. Still he wouldn't go as far as actually making a move, maybe some flirting her way to see how she would respond (which she had already done, and boy was the response genius. If there was one to speak of.)

He was standing at her back when she told him how he could best clean her feathers. Luke nodded despite the fact Cameron was not able to see him without slapping his face when he suddenly wondered, as he looked at them, why cleaning her wings was so important. Like, could she actually fly with those things? Although some further and deeper thought pointed out to him that having wings made them more important than.. well, a dick if you were male. Luke had met a boy with wings once, and he knew what happened when he threatened to rip them off.

One pissed off little bugger. One that had to be punched in the face to just get him to back the fuck off.

Luckily this girl didn't seem to have that. ''Nice ta meet ya, Cam.'' He responded as he shortened her name to what was easy to remember for him even if she would turn out not to like it. Turning his head back to the wings he kind of did see instantly what she wanted cleaned up, he brushed his hand through some of the feathers gently and they did seem a bit sticky, like something or someone had spilled a beverage on it. Now that he thought about it, it did smell a bit like a drink.

He nodded once more, which again she couldn't see, as she told him how to go about doing his stuff when she asked him to be gentle. His hand was already touching one of her wings and the wipe slowly brushed over the feathers as he grinned widely and chuckled silently, ''Not even on th' first date..'' He joked. ''I'll do me best.''

[Cameron Wilder]

''Nice ta meet ya, Cam.'

Cam smiled slightly; despite his... flirts, Lucas seemed like a nice person. Though she hadn't met many. Most people Cam grew up with, she only saw as... characters instead of real people. When she was younger, the brunette didn't really have time to bond with anyone to see others as people. Thankfully, this sort of behaviour had stopped but Lucas was still the first person she was trying to see as an actual person, if that makes sense. "It's, er, nice to meet you too."

Cam froze slightly as she felt Lucas first touch her wings. This was weird. Contact other than hers was weird. Focusing solely on cleaning the softer feathers nearing the crest of her wing, Cam tried to ignore the feeling of another person's hands. It was hard but also.. pretty nice? Was this appropriate even? She wasn't sure.

''Not even on th' first date.. I'll do me best.''

Oh god, he flirts. Cam began to groom herself a bit quicker. She wasn't good with forward people. They intimidated her slightly. She prefers to keep to the edges, no attention wanted to be drawn. However, flirtation meant that his attention was on her. It made her skin prickle uncomfortably. "So, um, what were you doing in the forest?"

[Lucas Blacke]

Luckily the name Lucas Blacke was a household staple, he could clean like the best. Well, the name Lucas Blacke was actually a big pile of nothing but watching a few movies where someone cleaned something finally came in handy. He got to clean something! Something that was not his own house, at least, but a hot girl with wings. Boy he would give his right testicle to be able to be held in those wings, on the condition she would be close to him though. He wondered how that would be like.. overly warm?

Wait, did his fingers running over her wings feel.. odd? Right? Good? Weird? He almost forgot that they were a part of the body so she would still feel stuff through them, so maybe if he gave her feathers a few rubs.. how did feathers relate to the human body anyway? Was it like your hair? Because girls liked having a man go through their hair, right? Playing with hair had always been the thing that had gotten him that extra amount of attention in the past.

Putting all those thoughts aside though, ''Am I doin' okay, doll?'' he kept on rubbing down her feathers, using the wipe as best he could with his free hand running along to find the sticky bits. He was sure though that when he was done she would give him some sort of excuse and fly off or something, so Luke deliberately went slower than he could. Mainly because fast wasn't his way of handling a woman. Especially not hot ones.

Looking up when she asked what he was doing in the forest he answered even as his hands still cleaned. ''Just lookin' fer somethin' fun ta do.'' He replied as he went back to concentrating on her wings.

''An' by th' looks of things I succeeded.''

[Cameron Wilder]

''Am I doin' okay, doll?''

Cam nodded quickly, finishing the grooming of the inside of her wing. Shuffling slightly, she tucked her legs under her and rested her palms on her trousers, waiting for Lucas to finish. Jerking her head around, Cam realised that he wouldn't of seen the nod. "O-Oh, yeah. You're doing fine."

Packing away the things that had spilled out of her satchel, Cam pulled out the bottle of pop that had burst and set it aside with a sigh. Oh well, she would always buy more. Thankfully, she wasn't carrying any sketchbooks. Cam could feel her face getting slightly flushed from the feeling of Lucas cleaning her wings; it felt like a massage but more sensitive. Her feathers would inform her of air currents and so they were very sensitive to contact. Well, the skin around them was; the feathers themselves had no nerve endings.

''An' by th' looks of things I succeeded.''

"R-Really? You find this fun?" Cam questioned, turning her head to face in front of her. Most people had avoided helping her with her wings; scared of being hit in the face or finding it simply too boring. She was sure that Lucas was just being polite.

[Lucas Blacke]

He knew he was doing fine, but to hear her confirm it for him was a good thing, even if it took a while to get an answer. He would take his sweet time though and would make sure the wings were spotless by the time he was done with them. Who knew, maybe she liked him touching her wings, and for everything there was a first right, ''I always wondered 'bout wings.'' his hand ran along the edges of the wings and his other one gently grazed past the feathers as sensually as possible.

''Just 'ow sensitive are they?'' He asked as he gently moved the hand on top of her wing over to the other as he gently began rubbing down the edges of the wings before moving on to the feathers. If he didn't know any better he was getting ready to have sex with those wings. ''Do ya let anyone touch 'em?'' He followed up, finishing his barrage of two questions and leaving it at that. He didn't really require an answer, but if he did he would know what to do with the chance given to him.

He nodded then at her question, he did find it fun and failed to care that she wouldn't be able to see his nod as he gently took a feather between his thumb and index finger and softly rubbed his thumb over it. ''Aye, helpin' a cute girl is me idea of fun, yeah.''

[Cameron Wilder]

''Just 'ow sensitive are they?''

"Um, the feathers need to feel air currents to they're very sensitive to small touches. Large ones, like bumps, aren't as easily felt." Cam relaxed slightly, she enjoyed telling people about her wings. It does seem a bit vain, particularly when Lucas was cleaning them for her. But in honesty, Cam just found them a bit fascinating and she liked to tell others facts about them. However, since that was vain, she only did it if they asked. Common things, like dirt or mud on her clothes and hands, didn't bother her.

''Do ya let anyone touch 'em?''

"I'm letting you." Cam tried to joke. "But, yes, when they ask o-or if I need help." Mostly small children came up to her and tried to touch her wings, to which she happily complied. Some people her age asked as well, but they were more concious about it and apparently it embarrassed them. Help was always appreciated though, it took her about an hour in the morning to clean them by herself.

''Aye, helpin' a cute girl is me idea of fun, yeah.''

"Oh." Cam felt herself flush again, one of her wings twitching. He really was flirting. Oh god, this was uncomfortable. Cam struggled to handle friendly interactions, much less ones like this. Then she remembered that he was cleaning her, which only added to her embarrassment.

[Lucas Blacke]

How had he gone from running to grooming wings for someone else? It was like he had suddenly remember he would take care of the parrot his neighbor had or something, the only real differences were size and the fact he could actually have a conversation with her. But he didn't mind in the least, she was hot and being able to be close to her was a victory on its own even if she did strike him as shy. Which was not that big an issue in any way since he had been hitting on shy girls before.

The only thing she did different was actually making full sentences and picking up on his flirts, which that other shy girl both didn't. At first anyway. She remained oblivious to his flirts, but the talking thing she grew in to.

Which didn't really seem to be anything Cameron needed to do since she spoke just fine, albeit with a few hiccups here and there but who among the best of the best didn't? And as far as her picking up on the flirts went, well, she didn't really respond to them but she didn't misinterpret any of them in the same way, whereas that other girl would always mention family and stuff, asking why Lucas thought what he said or other stuff.

The only fear he had with this one was that as soon as he would be done with her wings she would find a way to get out of there. Which he kind of would mind in a way but wouldn't exactly blame her for. Because this whole situation was just a mistake, wasn't it? She needed her wings cleaned and nothing more, fate just made it so she ran into the most flirty guy in pilot ridge.

Luke smiled at her explanation. ''So this is somethin' ya feel?'' He inhaled softly and blew air over her feathers, wanting to witness her reaction to that as his other hand still gently brushed down her other wing.

[Cameron Wilder]

Cam turned her head slightly as Lucas asked a question, not entirely sur- aaaaah! A shiver trembled up the bones of her wings and into her spine, causing her to squeak slightly and tremble. The breath concentrated air on one area, making the feeling stronger and weirder. When flying, air currents brush over the whole wing and the constant movement spent the energy which generated the shiver. Since the girl was sitting down, the shiver felt strong and her wings extended with a 'whomph' before snapping shut again.

"Oh god oh god oh god, did I hurt you?!" Cam cried out, covering her blushing face with both hands; her wings wrapping around her like a protective cocoon. The winged student wasn't skilled at controlling her emotions, about as skilled at it as being social. The side effect of having wings like hers was that they responded to said emotions. Anger, sadness, happiness, jealously and even arousal. Once you've been around her long enough, you start to recognize these emotions merely by looking at how she was holding her wings up. Or around in this case.

The sudden opening shouldn't of hit Lucas, they had opened outwards and not backwards. However, Cam was used to accidentally hitting people with her wings and she let out a quiet whimper; closing the wings even tighter around herself until she was just a white feathered mass with a few ebony markings here and there.