bottom of the deep blue sea
His nearness draws a sigh of sigh of odd contentment. She is sated with his touch and enjoys the feel of the warmth on her back and the press of his lips to her skin. Her belly is still slim but there would be life there over the course of the year. Isobell now enjoys motherhood with her husband (always attentive and endearing) that she is happy to give him more heirs or heiresses.The wash of sea water has nearly erased the scent of a nameless face but on this day, a perfect afternoon, does not distract her from his affections. They have grown older, more understanding, and in this time Isobell recognizes that her mate is more beast than man and required more outlets for his cravings. She can easily overlook his outings.
"Why thank you, sweet stranger-" Isobell teases him with a shining silver eye, girlish and coy over a shoulder, "-but don't tell my husband." Her voice lowers to a hushed manner before chucking softly. The mare presses her lips to his mouth to place a gentle kiss. Pregnancy always made her much more loving and needy for attention. Perhaps Ivar has noticed this change in her behavior as well. Isobell smiles gently to him before her eyes sweep over the tropical land. She finds a happiness here with the kelpie stallion that she had not know could have existed. Her eyes rotate back to the familiar features of the blue and gold painted man. "I love you, Ivar." She states with with a soft voice but solid gaze. She means what she says and she wants him to realize her love for him is far greater and deeper than any others.
@Ivar