life is way too short to take it slow

Deathbelle didn’t allow herself to be so vulnerable with very many wolves, Iolaire was allowed closer than anyone alive. They hadn’t known each other for long, and Belle was putting a lot of trust in the woman. Iolaire gave her no reason not to trust her though, and Deathbelle could do nothing but look back fondly at the previous evening. Similarly, Io felt regret at not being able to continue their time alone. Both of them knew the harsh reality, but the time out working would sweeten the time the were allowed together. Distance makes the heart grow fonder or something.

She was inwardly relieved that the silver marked she wolf didn’t become more distant with the rising of the sun. In reality she was just as sweet and Belle’s heart was warmed. It was still a broken mess, but Io was doing well to begin piecing it back together. ”Surprise?” She asked timidly, brow perking as she reluctantly relinquished her grasp on Io’s form. She sighed softly, hesitating making her way to her paws as she watched the way Iolaire’s body moved and stretched languidly.

The same smile she’d awoken with played on her features, not hiding her gaze as Io’s bright eyes fell upon her own. Hopefully they might find a break in their duties to come together again soon. ”It’s not polite to kiss and tell.” Her voice was playful as she finally brought herself to her paws. She didn’t hesitate to try and steal another kiss from her delicate companion as she chuckled softly. She felt free and relaxed, and Iolaire was the one to thank.

”Not that I am ashamed, I’ve enjoyed every moment with you.” Her heart beat quick in her chest and her skin still prickled with excitement. The Armada woman left her mark and more on the Empress’s heart and body.