Stolen Away In The Dead of Night

Heat. There was pure heat between the pair of them. The tension was thick and, for a moment, Isa felt bad for the bear that had to witness it all. The rough lick to her split lip brought another shuddering gasp from the indigo fae and her own teeth flashed for a moment. Sweet and caring, yes, but Isa was also dark and adventurous when it came to intimacy. Sirius was walking a thin line with her.

Again they kissed and Isa's sound of pleasure was a bit louder this time. She wasn't ashamed of her desires nor was she ashamed of letting him know the effect that he had on her. A warning met the woman's ears and a soft, sultry chuckle danced its way up the smaller wolf's throat. "If we don't leave now, I can't guarantee yours." With a small, chaste peck to the giant's cheek, Isa pulled away and began walking towards the entranceway of the cave of her own volition.

No doubt Sirius and Bear would catch up with her quickly with the way that she limped, but Isa didn't need to be carried or babied. She didn't have broken bones this time. As she walked, she thought. In all of her days, Isa had only lain with one man and that man had been her husband. Their love life was rich and fun and passionate. Isa was no shriveled up old woman. Sirius ignited that passion within her and, if he propositioned her, she would acquiesce. It would be his choice, however. The man had lost his wife more recently than she had lost her husband and had yet to come to terms with it. Isa wouldn't do something that could potentially ruin what they had built. And so, she denied her urges for both of their sakes.

"Isa"