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"Here goes."

She took a deep breath and let her wings out for the first time since the battle ended. The debris from the chaos a week ago had shown in the matted appendages. She furrowed her brows in mild frustration before taking some holy preening oil (of which she thanked Lucifer endlessly for) into her hands and started to massage her fingers through the feathers. She sighed. She was rusty... it's been a while.

Just then, Charlie waltzed through the master hotel room door with a spring in her step, as per usual. Vaggie smiled and paused her task. "Hey, babe." She said, turning towards the blonde. The princess danced over and gave her girlfriend an affectionate peck on the forehead. "Hey, you! What are you up to?" Her eyes shifted to the other's wings. "Ooooh! Are you preening now?" Vaggie nodded. "Eh, yeah. It's about time I do this... Been putting it off." "I can help you?" She rolled up her own sleeves. "Huh? No, no, I got it. You rest up." Charlie pouted and crossed her arms, giving Vaggie a pleading stare. She knew she couldn't resist. "...Alright, fine, get over here." "Okay!" The sad puppy-dog act vanished.

Charlie lathered her hands in oil and gently started kneading her fingers into Vaggie's wings. The fallen angel sighed in relaxation, her eyes fluttering closed and her head leaning back against Charlie's chest, to which the other smiled from ear-to-ear.

It was when the blonde reached Vaggie's wing pits that there was a flinch. She sat up, eyes shot wide open. Charlie retracted immediately. "Oh, gosh! Did I hurt you?" Vaggie cleared her throat and shook her head. "No, no, I'm fine, I just uhm-" She looked down. Charlie's concern turned into realization slowly when she saw Vaggie's small smile and even a blush. "Oh?-" She tilted her head. The winged girl was quiet. Charlie slowly reached out to graze her wings again when-

"Snrk!" A snicker. The princess knew what was up. Suddenly, the smile she wore grew mischievous. Charlie hugged Vaggie close to her chest, the smaller one emitting a squeak. "Hey! Ch-- Charlie, no." "What? You said I could help you!" The blonde buried her fingers into the wing pits of her girlfriend, wiggling her fingers. Vaggie yelped, her wings starting to flap from time to time as she squirmed about on the stool. "Bahabe- Chahaharlie! No, d- dohon't--!" "Vaggieee, stay still! You wanna get this done before midnight, don'tcha?" "I-! I dohoho, but if y-eeEHEE!" As the princess' fingers skittered across the middle of Vaggie's shoulder blades, her laughter rose an octave and her head was back onto Charlie's chest. "Tickle, tickle~!" She sang, cooing at her giggly partner. "Noho, no! Mierda! Mehehercy, mihi amohohor!" With that, she went from tickling to massaging Vaggie's shoulders.

"Alright, alright. Sorry, I couldn't help it! You're so cute when you laugh~" She crooned, placing her head atop Vaggie's own. The other sighed, her breath catching up to her. "If you insist, querida." Charlie chuckled and picked up a brush. Why Vaggie hadn't thought of it, she didn't know. Maybe it was the drowsiness. "Now, let's handle these beautiful and very ticklish wings."

"Pfft... I love you."

"I love you more."