The steady, rhythmic motion of the gentle strokes given were lulling the blue woman to sleep. A soft little sound of pleasure rumbled from Isa and she gave the man a squeeze. If only they could stay like this forever, she thought. This secluded little clearing would always be a special place for her. For them both, possibly.
Sirius spoke and there was some urgency in his voice. He asked her to be with him in all things. Move into his den, weave their lives together. Once more he declared his love and Isa moved just enough to look down at him. One paw rose to stroke his cheek lovingly and the cerulean fae nodded. "I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of our days together, Sirius Fatalis." She kissed him then as though, in doing so, it would solidify the bond between them. "I love you," she murmured against his lips. "I love your children. I love our pack." More kisses were peppered across his greying muzzle. "All of it. I want to share all of it with you."
