Days passed and Tamani and Isalinda couldn't have been happier with each other.
He taught her everything he knew of the faerie world, what she needed to do since she was a spring faerie.
She was a fast learner and she always was curious.
Every night, he rewarded with their routine love making, where he learned what she liked, where and how long he needed to give her attention and what threw her over the edge.
In bed, she was the teacher and he was the student and the roles would switch depending on who was the first to make the move.
Their bond was incredibly strong and let them be more intuitive of how the other was feeling.
She was told that she was going to blossom next year since she was 'born' on the first day of spring.
They both agreed that they wouldn't reproduce until they were older and she knew more of the faerie world.
Right now, she was taking a nap, a human habit that didn't go away like the other.
She had many human habits, she would twirl her hair if she was nervous, she would bite the inside of her cheek is she didn't like something or she would yank at her hair softly if she was frustrated or angry.
If she was hurt, she would rub her arms or hug herself.
He studied her and learned how to act based on her habits.
He bought her a couple of dresses to accommodate her when she Bloomed. The sun was high at it was around 6 so it would be time for her to wake up.
He would miss her a lot when he would be away in Scotland. He needed to go to Scotland in order to go to Del Norte High to protect Laurel.
Laurel, he didn't feel the emotions as he used to do when he thought or dreamed about her but now, now there was nothing.
Sure, there was some kind of love there since he saw go through many things and he grew to appreciate her and of course, he wouldn't like it that something happened to her.
But he had a job and he never failed his job. Isalinda took it rather well, were it not for the biting of the inside of her cheek which he knew she didn't like it.
She was jealous but she would never say it and no matter how hard he tried she wouldn't tell him.
But he did convince her that she had nothing to worry about when it came to Laurel. His love was for her,not Laurel.
She believed him but she was always worried. But he did a really good job convincing her, especially at night…
Isalinda was waking up and groaned in her sleep.
He loved watching her sleep and seeing her relaxed form.
"Hmm…"she was moving, getting ready to wake up and Tamani went to her side. He stroked her hair back and traced a finger on one side of her face.
She automatically curled towards him and Isalinda slowly woke up.
She smiled up at him and pulled him with her on bed.
He nuzzled her neck while she kissed his cheek.
"Good day, my wildflower."
She giggled and answered.
"Good day to you, my am fear-faire"
He grinned at her use of the faerie language. "You're learning and your accent is getting there."
She giggled. "I know."
They stared at each other lovingly until he placed his lips on her gently. The fireworks and warmth immediately filled them in as they kissed and wrapped their arms around each other.
She pulled back and traced a line down the side of his face.
She knew that this was the last day she was going to see him before he left for training on Scotland.
She wouldn't see him for months and she didn't think she was going to survive long enough without his touch.
Her body gave off waves of sadness and through their bond; he felt her sadness and knew she wasn't happy.
He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear before whispering, "I will miss you, too."
She hugged his shoulders and rubbed her face in his chest, he knew she was getting ready to cry and he could her shallow breathing.
He felt an uncomfortable wave of sadness and longing and he hadn't even left yet!
He whispered soft murmurings in her ear to get her to let him go but in reality, he didn't want to let her go. He wanted to stay like this, in bed, with her before he left at sunset.
She started to cry softly and he was battling himself to not give in to his own crying and give up the mission at once just so he could spend time with her.
But they both knew he couldn't and that if Tamani needed to protect someone, he needed to do it.
They held each other, whispering nothing but 'love you' or 'miss you', anything that expressed their sadness.
He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, the sides of her mouth before planting his lips on her own, parting it.
She sighed into his mouth and tightened her grip on him.
It would be difficult for both of them since their bond wanted physical love as much as emotional.
Automatically, his hips moved into hers and she whimpered at the contact between her legs.
She was being filled with lust and she knew this was the last time she was going to be able to hold him, to kiss him, to make love to him before he left.
She pulled back, her breathing slightly shaky.
She smiled up at him with such love and trust Tamani thought he was going to faint. It was only Isalinda-it would always be Isalinda.
"Would you make love to me again?" she whispered silently
As her answer, Tamani held her even closer and began a long, slow kiss. His last thought before everything would go wrong was, I've never been this happy in my life…