HOTARU
It has been so long since anyone of a similar level of charm and intent found their way into her open palm, lax and inviting, deceiving. In fact, it has been even longer since she has done the same, since she last wondered who was truly in control of the situation. As his eyes trace the water's edge as it slides higher up her thighs, Hotaru thinks she doesn't mind being left to wonder.
"And are you?" she asks, a slow expression of mischief melting onto her face like glacier ice beneath an oppressive sun. "A gentleman, that is." Casting intentional, playful doubt upon his character mere moments after their introductions. Had it only been moments? Curious how it feels so much longer, every moment almost luxuriously slow.
Speaking of luxurious...Hotaru shamelessly lets her eyes carve portions out of the shadowed muscles in his back, watching the flirtatious play of light and steam across his bronzed skin. Where he had seen her as a silken ribbon, he is the dagger that neatly cuts through her, shining and perfectly honed to a threatening edge. But a sharp knife is only dangerous in clumsy, untrained hands; something hers are definitely not. So when he allows her a chance to put them to use, who is she to resist the invitation? Though he stalks further towards her, Hotaru does not shy away, gliding towards him instead, parting the water with hips and thighs. "I'd hate to lose the chance to stare at your pretty face, but how can I say no?" Coquettish smile precedes the rise of one hand to boldly reach for his shoulder, nudging it backwards to prompt him to turn. He'd asked her to wash his back, had he not?
"And are you?" she asks, a slow expression of mischief melting onto her face like glacier ice beneath an oppressive sun. "A gentleman, that is." Casting intentional, playful doubt upon his character mere moments after their introductions. Had it only been moments? Curious how it feels so much longer, every moment almost luxuriously slow.
Speaking of luxurious...Hotaru shamelessly lets her eyes carve portions out of the shadowed muscles in his back, watching the flirtatious play of light and steam across his bronzed skin. Where he had seen her as a silken ribbon, he is the dagger that neatly cuts through her, shining and perfectly honed to a threatening edge. But a sharp knife is only dangerous in clumsy, untrained hands; something hers are definitely not. So when he allows her a chance to put them to use, who is she to resist the invitation? Though he stalks further towards her, Hotaru does not shy away, gliding towards him instead, parting the water with hips and thighs. "I'd hate to lose the chance to stare at your pretty face, but how can I say no?" Coquettish smile precedes the rise of one hand to boldly reach for his shoulder, nudging it backwards to prompt him to turn. He'd asked her to wash his back, had he not?
Pull you in, but don't you get too close
Love you now, but not tomorrow
Love you now, but not tomorrow
