Hotaru
Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold
It's true she's not used to generous lovers, though that hasn't stopped her from ensuring her own orgasm is met before she walks out the door, even if it's by her own hand. The softness with which he kisses her and reassures her helps comfort that strange feeling in her chest. "Okay," she murmurs, and feels no need yet to rescind that consent despite the quiet insistence in her mind that she's missing something. Not that something's wrong, but that she needs to turn her attention to that anomaly.
But his touch is warm and gentle, and for now - while it's absent of overt sexuality - it's nice. So, so nice. It feeds that creature in her chest that is so often touch-starved. Tilting her head back obligingly with a sigh, he'll note old scars on her neck from Ascended bites, slightly faded, but little else by way of marks on her otherwise pristine skin. Her breath hitches in her throat as he thumbs over her breast, cresting over her nipple and making her nerves sing. Ru's hands naturally find his shoulder and the back of his neck, tiny little pleased noises vibrating in her throat. Maybe it's because her eyes are closed, but she feels better. More centered. Or maybe whatever that was earlier was simply a hiccup.
But his touch is warm and gentle, and for now - while it's absent of overt sexuality - it's nice. So, so nice. It feeds that creature in her chest that is so often touch-starved. Tilting her head back obligingly with a sigh, he'll note old scars on her neck from Ascended bites, slightly faded, but little else by way of marks on her otherwise pristine skin. Her breath hitches in her throat as he thumbs over her breast, cresting over her nipple and making her nerves sing. Ru's hands naturally find his shoulder and the back of his neck, tiny little pleased noises vibrating in her throat. Maybe it's because her eyes are closed, but she feels better. More centered. Or maybe whatever that was earlier was simply a hiccup.
Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time