Requested by @MorganLeFox

Hawks knocked on your window, and crouched on the sill when you opened it. He greeted you with a smile and said, "Evening, Little Bird. Care to go out for a night stroll?"

"How many times have I asked you to knock on my door? Every little thing that hits my window makes me think it's you," you respond as you pull on a jacket.

"You think of me?"

You turn to look at Hawks who is smiling while trying to hold his excitement. It seems your words hit him harder than you realized.

It hadn't been long since you first met. He made it so he could visit you as much as he can, whether to just hang out or actually do something together. You were still getting know each other and learning new things about the other. For example, just a few days ago you learned just how sensitive his wings were.

He jumps down from the window and walks up to you to pull you in a big hug. "You're not joking with me, right," he asks and you scan his large wings rising with excitement. It reminded you of a literal bird and it was cute.

You pat his head and say, "How can I not when you visit me whenever you have free time?"

"Speaking of free time, want to go out for lunch?" He asks as he releases you to let you answer.

"Perfect timing, I was getting hungry," you say as you tug on a sweater.

Just as you were about to head for the door, Hawks grabbed your hand and led you to the window. You heart quickened as you neared the window, and hoped he was just showing off the view. Unfortunately for you, he holds you close and he jumps out the window.

"Hawks!" You screech and fell nothing but the air surrounding your body. The wind sweeps around your skin sending a shiver up your spine. Without meaning to, your sight betrays you and you look down.

The sight sent a shock through your body and you hid yourself in Hawks' chest. You feel yourself trembling and your head is spinning. Unaware of your reaction, Hawks simply took it as the cold air making you cuddle to him for warmth. You hear his laughter cut through the air and he says over the wind, "Should have brought a warmer jacket!"

"Put me down!" You scream into his chest as you squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel your chest tighten, as if bracing for impact, and your breath hitches in your throat.

"What?" He asks over the wind and his wings slow down.

"Put me down, please! Hawks, please!" You plead desperately into his clothing.

"What's the matter?" He asks as you tighten your grip on Hawks.

You almost choke on your words but you yell as loud as you can. "I want to get down!"

Immediately, Hawks complies and holds you tighter in response. You try to imagine yourself on ground—safe from the potential doom of falling to your death—and sitting on a chair with your feet flat on the ground. But it doesn't help when you are reminded by the swing of your feet, as you tried to plant your feet firmly to the floor.

You feel Hawks' hand reach for the back of your head and press you closed to his body. The thought is nice, but all you want is to reach the ground.

The wind that once pricked your skin seizes, and you feel your feet finally touch what you've been hoping for. You fall to your knees and all your emotions flooded your mind as you shake on the floor. The world is spinning as you look down at your hands, and you squeeze your eyes shut again.

"You're afraid of heights?" Hawks asks carefully as he kneels and tugs your jacket over your body more than it was.

You nod quickly as pleading for him not to do it again.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I just wanted to surprise you," he says with pure guilt in his voice. He reaches for your hands and he pulls you into his embrace. He pets your head carefully as he whispers, "You're okay now. You're safe on land, and I'll never do it again. We can take a cab the rest of the way or a nice stroll. Whatever you want."

"I'd like that," you whisper back.

He stays with you, holding you in his arms, until you can stand on your own two feet without feeling dizzy. You notice his wings tightly packed behind his back, and the wrinkle in his clothes where you had held him. His hand is holding yours as he watches you and makes sure you don't fall.

"You feeling better now, Little Bird? Do you still want lunch, or do you want me to walk you home?" Hawks asks carefully and doesn't let go of your hand, but gives it a little reassuring squeeze.

"No, I'm better now. Let's go get lunch," you assure him and don't fight the hand that holds yours.

"Tell me if im crossing the line, okay? I don't want to scare you again," he says and leads the way. "In fact, tell me more about you, so I know how to properly get closer to you," he jokes with a smile that reassured you he won't do anything you won't like.