misery loves company [othello]

Isolde wouldn't shy at the affectionate kisses, she'd feel her eyes close in pleasure as she enjoyed them. She would feel her own purr bubble up within her chest, the noise evident of her delight. She'd feel a hiccup in her heart as Othello's words would soothe her once more, they were reassuring and held a promise that Isolde could believe in. The pale woman would tenderly place a kiss on her ear, the motion causing a different kind of nervousness to blossom within her belly. The thoughts her affection would bring would get pushed aside as Isolde would focus on the gentle humming that Othello offered her, a sweet distraction from the worries of her world.

Her exhaustion would not go unnoticed by the pale goddess, her words would further coax Isolde into relaxation and into sleep. She'd find that a shiver would run down her spine at the she wolf's whisper, and she knew there would be little else convincing of her body. She wanted to sleep, she needed this warm relaxing nap that Othello would provide for her. "Yes, Othello." She would whisper back into the dame's fur as sleep began to take hold of her. Slowly she would drift off, thinking of the delicate ivory woman the whole time.