George
If increasing the anticipation was what Hotaru was going for, she was succeeding; this was a far cry from their first date, where she had greeted him with a kiss and they'd walked arm in arm to the Miana Pool. This date night began in a flurry of activity and movement, leaving him desperately longing for the part where things calmed enough for them to simply drink each other in. So it was that, as she spun in place for him, George's eyes darkened with desire and appreciation. For the second time, Hotaru came closer (or, rather, pulled him closer by the waist of his shorts, which did nothing to dampen the rush of wanting that had risen upon seeing her in her bikini), and he thought that she might kiss him, but she simply took his clothes to deposit them into the cubby next to hers.
If he was another man, he might have been disappointed, but as it were, he simply chuckled warmly. She was a force to be reckoned with, and he knew that she would find her way back into his arms when she chose, and he was content to wait.
She tugged him along to the mud bath, and he followed without complaint, twining his fingers in hers as he stepped into the bath behind her. The mud was pleasantly warm against his skin, and he was eager to sink into the bath beside her. For a moment, he thought about teasing her, that she would take him on a date where she worked (she had admitted to being a workaholic, after all), but then he saw the genuine hopefulness in her eyes and thought the better of it. She deserved a true answer. "I think it's wonderful," he told her. "It's clear you've really put a lot of thought and effort into the place. What are the benefits of the volcanic ash?" he added, moving towards a bench to take a seat, sliding a hand to find her foot, lifting it carefully into his lap where he can start to massage it gently. This was important to her - he could tell - and so he wanted to know more.
If he was another man, he might have been disappointed, but as it were, he simply chuckled warmly. She was a force to be reckoned with, and he knew that she would find her way back into his arms when she chose, and he was content to wait.
She tugged him along to the mud bath, and he followed without complaint, twining his fingers in hers as he stepped into the bath behind her. The mud was pleasantly warm against his skin, and he was eager to sink into the bath beside her. For a moment, he thought about teasing her, that she would take him on a date where she worked (she had admitted to being a workaholic, after all), but then he saw the genuine hopefulness in her eyes and thought the better of it. She deserved a true answer. "I think it's wonderful," he told her. "It's clear you've really put a lot of thought and effort into the place. What are the benefits of the volcanic ash?" he added, moving towards a bench to take a seat, sliding a hand to find her foot, lifting it carefully into his lap where he can start to massage it gently. This was important to her - he could tell - and so he wanted to know more.
