you are such a soft and messy thing
nobody knows how to take care of you
Hotaru awaits her departure, eyes trailing along water that pools in crevices, that clings to pale strands of hair and long lashes. Her eyes are as greedy and ravenous as the rest of her, and the woman before her - familiar, a name tickling at the edge of her mind, but still a stranger to her - is a feast to be consumed. Practically laid out before her on a silver-moonlit platter. Exactly the type that she would hunt, woo, seduce. It just so happens that this time, the potential is delivered right to her.The stunning creature's eyes drag down Hotaru's own body, and the blonde gives an innocent smile that only belies the darkness of her gaze. Just as unapologetic about her own scantily clad form as Wessex is of her bare body.
"No words I could come up with would sufficiently compliment you to my liking anyway," she concedes with a coy smile, a compliment in itself. Steps forward boldly as Wessex slowly draws her shirt back on, an absolute pity that starves Ru of further examination. "What would you request?" Her head tilts to accommodate her companion's taller frame, biting her lip slightly. Oh she'd be happy to have Wessex lay her down here in the reeds and take what she wants from her body, but she needs to know it's an idea that the woman is receptive too. Though she's quite glad she has taken this walk already.
