when the moon fell in love with the sun

Upon returning to the furs, she molded her body into Belle's embrace. The kiss, when given, was returned eagerly, lids closing to half mast. As they kissed, Io allowed one paw to stroke up and down her lovers ribcage. She enjoyed their time together, both lovemaking and cuddling. Her own needs satiated by bringing pleasure to Belle, the small fae was a little tired. She hoped that sleep would be able to find her tonight.

Belle replied to her magic comment and Io chuckled darkly. "I'll stick with demons daughter. I doubt I'm pure enough to be tinged with godliness in the slightest." Io pulled the furs tighter around them, a slight shiver wracking her small frame. It was odd for her to be cold and she blamed being tired. The warmth of the fire could be felt upon her exposed face and chest.

"What would you like to do now?" Would they sleep until morning? Did Deathbelle have to leave? Did she want to tell her another story? As long as they were together, Iolaire would be pleased. If the woman had to leave, she would find her way home in the dark. There was no way that she could stay here without Belle beside her.