Is It Love?

Draven nods and wraps an arm around Sarah's nude shoulder. Smirking he leans over and presses his lips to her skin once more. However her shivering causes him to merely hold her as they wait for the fairies to return and let them know that the campsite is once more safe again. Sarah's fingers pick at Draven's pants while they wait as she gazes thoughtfully down at the ground. "You know Draven; most full humans would have attacked thinking that I was some huge fish. But you didn't, you kept your calm and even after finding out what I am you refrained from attacking."
Draven looks down at her and smirks at the back of her bowed head. "Well of course I wasn't going to attack you. After all, we ARE married aren't we?"
Sarah lets out a dry, short laugh as she stops fiddling with Draven's pants and looks into his eyes. "An action like what you have done deserves a reward. Anything you wish can be yours. Do you want to be able to breathe underwater? Or how about being able to talk with any animal you come in contact with? I feel like I should reward you in some way in order to repay you for sparing my life when you could have attacked and killed me earlier."
Draven leans over and pecks her lips with his own before he chuckles softly and pulls her closer to his side. "A decision like this needs some thought to it. How about I let you know when there is a time I want to cash in that favor, that way I don't wind up wishing for something that I'll later regret."
Sarah nods and leans closer towards him, his warmth beckoning her to get as close as possible to him. Soon they heard some rustling in the underbrush and a burst of various colors came flying towards them. Sarah stands up and lowers one of her arms down towards Draven. "The bears' gone, we can go back." Draven nods and allows her to help him to his feet and together they walk carefully back to the campsite.
When they get there they discover that the bear had ransacked the entire camp. Supplies were scattered around the camp to the point where Sarah had to clear a path for Draven to be able to enter the camp and sit down. Once she had him a path, she helped him to the log in the center of the camp and he sat on the ground, leaning against the smooth bark of the log. She left him momentarily to find some bandages and sticks to make a splint on his ankle. Finding the materials she needed, she returned to his side and bandaged his ankle, which was swollen and even looking at it was painful.
Sarah moved to stand up, intending to find some type of food and a way to prepare it for them to eat when something grasped her wrist. She looked down and saw Draven looking up at her.
"Don't leave Sarah."
"I was just going to get something for us to eat Draven."
"Eating can wait. I won't be able to get on a horse for a few days, and we've got three, that we can spend together." He leans closer to her and smirks, "I can think of some rather interesting things we can do in the meantime. Can't you?"
He pulls her down to his body, her legs straddling his hips as he begins to suckle on her breasts and his shaft strains against the front of his pants. Quickly, he reaches between their bodies and unfastens his pants. Sarah moves over him, and at the gentle urging of his hands on her hips, she lowers herself down on his shaft, sighing at the feel of him inside of her once more. They make love to each other, taking turns between slow and steady to fast and tumulus. As they climax together, Sarah collapses on Draven's chest and closes her eyes as they both pant simultaneously. Draven reaches up and runs his fingers through Sarah's hair. "You know…. my …. mother … always told me… to never… fall for a… mermaid…."
Sarah mumbles against his chest as she feels herself drifting off to sleep, "Guess it's a good thing… that … you aren't falling for a … mermaid then." Because she has fallen asleep, she doesn't hear any reply from him. The only sound filling her ears is the sound of his heartbeat and the steady inhale and exhale of his breathing.