when the moon fell in love with the sun

The woman's reaction was worth the pain that their relationship carried. Seeing the love and affection in those lavender eyes still Iolaire's heart. She couldn't help herself. She stole a kiss as soon as she was able. Only then did she press her body into Belle's upon the furs. One leg wrapped around the larger fae, pulling her close when she slid her chin beneath Io's. Perfection. They were perfect together. Like little puzzle pieces.

"I missed you too," Io spoke softly, her breathy tones close to that single pale ear. She wanted to take the woman here and now, but she would wait. Later though... she would see Belle in the throes of passion. It was slightly disconcerting just how much of an affect this fae had upon her, but she wouldn't deny it and she wouldn't tamp down the flames of her desire.

Settling into the furs, she pulled back enough so that she could search the woman's face. Her paw still rested upon Belle's paw. They had this time together and Io wouldn't let her go until the last minute. "How have you been, darling?" They had been apart for a week or so. Iolaire had much to do and Deathbelle was an empress, after all. Busy busy busy, the pair of them. "What's new in your world?" Io just wanted her lover to speak. She loved her voice, the play of emotion on her delicate features. So she watched with rapt attention, both obsidian ears flicked forward to catch each syllable.