Until There Is No Anything

He was conscious, his body language changing as he seemed to lean into her grooming. Roan gave her a rumbling good morning and the small woman chuckled softly. "Good morning indeed." Io continued on to groom his cheeks and ears then began on his neck. He hadn't had a proper bath, after all. She was being helpful, right? Ah, but then he decided to start grooming her in return. It had been such a long while. The very sexual fae had gone through a very dry spell since long before giving up Deathbelle. A breathy groan of pleasure was pulled from the woman and she stopped her ministrations, instead taking a moment to press her flesh against his teeth lightly.

This... was bad. Well, it was good and bad. Roan's mind was obviously healing, but something was happening here. They shouldn't be doing this, right? Gods, how she wanted a man though... And of course her mind went straight to the deed. If Roan had propositioned her right now, they'd be having sex moments later. Ugh, what would he think of her? And that was another interesting thing. What he thought of her was suddenly terribly important. She didn't want him to think that she was some cheap, easy piece of tail, but she also wanted him to know that she was terribly interested. There was just something about him...

Pulling back, eyes slightly glazed, the small wolf looked into his pine colored gaze. "Roan..." All sense was lost as she leaned forward, one paw on his healthy shoulder. It was then that Iolaire stole a kiss. In the back of her mind, she hoped that it was one of many.