potg: shinji and kippei

Kippei was impressed; this hotel had really nice beds. Nice, big, soft beds, big enough for him and Shinji and Shinji's wings. Those wings. They still gave him an awed sense of disbelief and wonder every time he looked at them, but they were undeniably real. Shinji was an angel. It was just incredible.

They were really, really warm, too. Kippei didn't think he'd ever slept better in his life than he had last night, on Shinji's bed with the wings tucked around them both. He reached out to stroke the back of one, fully feathered now and sort of glowing in the faint light from the window. Not white. They weren't white. He hadn't really seen them in daylight yet, but he was pretty sure they weren't white even then.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmured when he sensed Shinji stirring, starting to wake up. He hadn't meant to wake him but he supposed when you had a human mucking around with your wings you might get twitchy.