Stolen Away In The Dead of Night

Maybe there was something wrong with her, but the guttural growl of the giant before her sent shivers of pleasure through the woman. She liked it. She liked it a lot. Sirius had proven that he was a dangerous beast and that seemed to thrill Isa. He asked if they'd forced themselves on her and again she shook her head in the negative. They hadn't wanted to damage the merchandise that much.

Sirius pointed out that he'd saved her twice now and a little grin pulled at the fae's maw. That grin hurt a bit from the split in her lip, but she couldn't stop it. Teasing one another was their thing. It made her happy. It felt good. She needed to feel good right now. Moments ago Isa was sure that her life was over. Now she was standing here, alive and free, kissing a giant man whom she'd previously thought was a bastard. Well... maybe he was still a bastard. He was far less insufferable though.

The bear came up beside her, taking some of her weight as they prepared to walk. Isa could have made the trek back, but she would accept the help if that's what he wanted. Her kiss and thanks were met with another burning kiss from Sirius and a barely audible groan worked its way out of the cerulean woman's throat. Again Sirius spoke, his words teasing as a bit of his anger faded away. It was Isa's turn to be serious. The woman's tongue flicked out to pull a bit of blood away from the man's maw and she whispered against his lips, "Perhaps I can't."

"Isa"