The need to feel that you're alright

Isa sat still, watching as Sirius gathered supplies. First he took a dry fur to her, sapping the rain from her soaked body. Each stroke of the fur raised the level of heat within the fae even more. She was so close to panting from that heat but the woman grit her teeth and persevered. Perhaps it was the mix of exhaustion with the taste of danger, but there was nothing she wanted more than the man before her right now.

Sirius bandaged the visible cuts and Isa watched with eyes at half-mast. Her lids were heavy and her eyes were likely glazed with lust, so she kept them mostly closed. She wasn't some loose hussy and could definitely control herself. It wouldn't do to give Sirius the idea that she was some wanton woman. Although, if he asked her right now...

The first kiss was placed upon her bruised flesh and Isa released a soft, entirely involuntary gasp, her damaged lips parting ever so slightly. Still she made no move to stop him or to urge him on. Like a good patient, Isa remained still but her heart threatened to beat its way through her rib cage. The fae's breathing increased slightly and her flesh tingled with each press of lips.

Once Sirius' lips touched her back leg, Isa couldn't keep quiet anymore. The woman pulled away, putting a pace or two between them. Her pale chest heaved as her pulse quickened. "Sirius," Isa spoke his name softly. "Make sure," she told him, their blue eyes meeting. "Make sure that you want this. I'm a loyal woman and I've never been with anyone aside from my husband." Perhaps it was the wrong time to tell him so, but it was something that she needed to say. "Make sure that you won't regret me." That was all that she asked.

"Isa"