Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
Awkwardness is blood in the water; her answering smirk is slow to unravel, amused and lightly endeared by the discomfort the woman shows. It isn’t a surprise. Maea radiates chastity like a miniature sun. What’s more surprising is how the hell she and Sunjata ever had a relationship given exactly that. But, well, Ru has slept with most of Sunjata’s exes by now (if mostly by accident, as the two of them have woefully shared taste). What’s one more? Especially if it’s just a tiny bite. Her laugh is soft and melodic, but not mocking. There’s no shame to be had here. Instead she steps closer, smirk tempering into a smile as she boldly reaches to gently thumb the captured lip from beneath Maea’s fangs. “That’s the sweetest, most round-about way anyone has ever asked to bite me or sleep with me. But I accept.” And instead of letting her hand fall fully, she turns her forearm to offer her wrist. Best keep it chaste in terms of area, lest Maea combust.
