misery loves company [othello]

The delicate sigh that slipped from Isolde's mouth pleased the woman, softly pressing her nose against the bottom of her chin to daw it upwards, giving her better access to her sensitive upper neck area. If allowed it, she nipped and licked there as well, humming softly. That was, until Isolde spoke. Not scary? Ever so slowly Othello pulled back, a brow raising as concern laced her voice. "Has he hurt you in some way?" she asked with a slight growl to her tone. If that bastard ever harmed a hair on her perfect body... She would be out for blood. At the same time, she did understand what her companion was speaking about. It was easy. There was no fighting, no working hard to prove their worth. They just simply... were. Isolde and Othello, it was truly that simple.