its a bitter world and id rather dream

Her suggestive words and tone brought about the reaction that she desired. All somber thoughts were pushed aside. Roan straddled her, putting the small woman right where he wanted her. "You lecherous brute," she purred, her neck craned back so she could give him a glinting glance with one lust glazed eye. Though Io was fine and dandy with making love, she also liked it rough. She liked when she had little control. It all came down to trust and she trusted Roan with ever fiber of her being. There was no doubt in her mind that, no matter how hot and heavy things got, he wouldn't intentionally harm her.

It was the middle of the day and there was a real possibility that someone could walk in on them. She was the healer, after all. That served to excite the tiny fae even more. Pressing her little body against his, she whispered sweetly. "If you don't seize the moment while you have it, we could be interrupted, then you'll have to wait all day to have me. Neither of us want that, do we?" Such a tease.