misery loves company [othello]

She could easily tell that Othello was starting to wear thin, she had no doubt the woman had not slept a blink while she had taken her own nap. Still, her little touches and affections would keep her awake enough to giggle, as the pale woman playfully growled and started poking at the spotted girl. Isolde couldn't help the little sounds of enjoyment that fluttered from her lips as she squirmed and wriggled at Othello's touch. She'd giggle uncontrollably, the two she wolves would become locked in a rather one sided tickle battle. Isolde was so distracted she could not even retaliate.

Finally Othello would release her, rolling onto her own back and looked back over to the spotted child. An impressive smile would play on her lips as she attempted to catch her breath. After a few labored puffs she'd relax her head, her dark nose would align with Othello's as she asked if the pregnant girl was ready to sleep quite yet. After such an exertion she seemed quite prepared. "If you're ready to sleep." She'd answer, her eyelids falling a bit as her chocolate gaze would become partially covered. Her own yawn would join the older she wolf, if sleep was next what would tomorrow bring for the pair?