when the moon fell in love with the sun

Io’s pleasure was just as evident as Belle’s. The woman’s petite frame curved to match the Empress as the pair of them enjoyed one another’s embrace. Deathbelle enjoyed their intimacy as much as their endearing snuggles. Her ivory toes ran over soft fur in rhythmic motion as they kissed and Belle lost herself in the easy bliss of the moment. She didn’t have any desire to get up and disturb her tingling limbs.

Io’s shiver made Deathbelle hold her closer, it was odd for the opposite to be true. Belle was satisfied and warm, while Iolaire shivered softly beside her. ”Either way you’re perfect.” She murmured in reply, the unsaid and I love you hung between them for a moment as her lover asked after the rest of their night. ”If you’re tired, I’d hold you while you sleep. If not, I.. would you like to go on patrol with me?”

Even with her tired limbs Deathbelle felt restless, she had a patrol scheduled anyway, and allowing her energy to be focused on something productive would be good for her. Not that spending their night in the cave wouldn’t have been good for her heart, but she couldn’t imagine the trouble her mind might get into.