[ Her voice catches in the back of her throat, turning into a strange gasping-squeak as his lips and his tongue--suck on her skin. Her skin prickles into goose flesh and she can feel a strange coldness against her skin, at war with the sudden and extreme rise in warmth at her core, and--

there's a soft whoosh, like a flame igniting,

and suddenly her hair and the red feathers sticking out her skin are glowing and swaying, like they're on fire, as more feathers (tiny wings, really) form in her hair. She's not actually on fire (or at least, not one that seems to burn him) but she will feel noticably and unnaturally warm underneath his hands. ]