bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar

[Isobell]

Isobell

i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

The way he nudges her chin, his scales gliding over her lips only fan a flame as she looks to meet his dark eyes with the light of her own. Something trembles between them as they are quiet in their moments before Isobell can barely stand to remain locked in their shared gaze.

The feral creature that had pressed into the kelpie male as she urged him to the water was replaced by a glint of something just beyond lust in her eyes. She falls back gently with her forelegs curled to her breast as she relaxes beneath the waves and in the eyes of the stallion. He takes her in in the way she felt he would. It is hard, desperate attempt to sate the need between them. Isobell rocks her body into his at times and at others he is hungry to control her. She lets him to what he wants and can only moan in the satisfaction when he allows her to take what she wants as well. His fills her perfectly, her body but a vessel for him. Isobell welcomes the feel of his seed.

Her skin still tingles from his lovely kisses and tender nips. She smiles contently, looking into his eyes from her shoulder, a look of complete happiness crossing her fair features. She feels as though he has repaired something that she had not realized was broken. Isobel follows the way he leads her with a grateful sight to not have to be the one leading another this time. In his embrace, she is able to just be Isobell. She feels her vulnerability and allows it to drape across her body like fine silk.

The sky is beginning to be painted in fine pastels as the autumn sun rises from it hills of the east. Isobell looks to the sky as though she attempts to decipher the soft glow of sleepy stars. "You are my favorite, you know." She twitches an ear at his words but she does not look at him. Isobell does not care to know that she was a plural to anything in his life so she does not acknowledge it with anymore effort. The dark head of the water woman drifts over to look at him, a small fading smile touching her tapered lips as the red of her markings color her a pretty shade of pale pink and black. The scales would regrow.

She wants to say something beautiful to coax him closer but he does that on his own and it draws a fully bloomed smile from her pretty lips, parting them to a playful grin. "Ivar." She croons softly against the sinewy thickness of his neck as she happily slips below the water's surface in his embrace. There was nothing else to be said that she could not show him with the little kisses she draped across his skin.

((ugh! i love them! wasn't sure if you wanted to continue on or start a new thread))