HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Beneath the shared focus of their attention, Nate seems to see no reason to say no. Good, for Hotaru doesn't plan on leaving this bed until all parties are satisfied. Sunjata's arms wrap around the both of them, and never before has she been so keenly aware of her diminutive height while still feeling entirely in control of the situation. They are good men, she thinks as she breathes in their shared scents, and good men do not deserve women like me. But what she can offer is pleasure. Magic. Equality in sexual favors and affairs. She molds herself closer to give Nate an easier angle as he leans over her to kiss Sunjata within an inch of his life. It doesn't bother here in the least, though perhaps she would have liked a better angle to watch that particular show one more time.
The command is clearly not meant for her, but the mouth that descends upon her neck makes her shiver, arching slightly to allow all the room Nate could want. Wishing he would take more, but knowing there is only -
The bite. It's a neat affair, and yet nothing can describe the euphoria, the ecstasy, that comes from it. There's no chance of withholding the cry of her pleasure, so fiercely and abruptly renewed, only crooning higher as her own magic is wielded against hers and Sunjata's flesh. Coming together as a trio, their pleasure mounting until the denoument sings sweetly and the curtains close. She lingers in their collective embrace, sweet talked by husky voices into staying the night. The insinuation of longer, of LongNight and a place here for her, is one that she doesn't dwell on. When she falls asleep, she dreams of vibrant eyes and roguish grins, and the cold ache of being alone and forgotten in an icy kingdom where the warmth of her heart was never allowed to flourish.
- - -
When she awakes, dawn has barely begun to strike the sky with her bountiful colors. Hotaru has always been an early riser, but even she cannot combat Nate's inability to sleep. Which makes it all the more convenient that he doesn't seem to be present in the bed when she comes to consciousness. She can hear commotion in the other rooms, perhaps a kitchen, but morning has brought lucidity. No regret, no. Not over this. This is perhaps the only unspoiled memory she will carry from her relationship with each man.
Instead, she slips quietly out of the bed. Dresses slowly - there is no need to rush, not when she knows how this story unwinds - and approaches the bed once more. Her eyes are soft and unguarded as she gently trails the back of her hand across Sunjata's stubbled cheek. It's a shame she can't do the same to Nate, but she knows he will only convince her to stay if she remains any longer. Resisting the urge to press a kiss to Sunjata's forehead, she slips out of the room, carefully turning the knob as she closes it to prevent even the smallest click of the latch.
Even in the depths of her lust, Hotaru had been keen-eyed. She knows the kitchen has no view of the entryway door. As her hand descends upon the handle, opening the door and feeling the brush of a sea breeze upon her face, she pauses. Closes her eyes. There is a deep, agonizing ache in her stomach as she remains poised there on the stoop. Wanting so badly to close the door, to go ask Nate what he's making for breakfast. To stay. To stay. To stay.
She counts each step heading away from the house, using the rhythm of her stride to drown out the hope that never should have been given room to grow inside her heart.
- FIN
The command is clearly not meant for her, but the mouth that descends upon her neck makes her shiver, arching slightly to allow all the room Nate could want. Wishing he would take more, but knowing there is only -
The bite. It's a neat affair, and yet nothing can describe the euphoria, the ecstasy, that comes from it. There's no chance of withholding the cry of her pleasure, so fiercely and abruptly renewed, only crooning higher as her own magic is wielded against hers and Sunjata's flesh. Coming together as a trio, their pleasure mounting until the denoument sings sweetly and the curtains close. She lingers in their collective embrace, sweet talked by husky voices into staying the night. The insinuation of longer, of LongNight and a place here for her, is one that she doesn't dwell on. When she falls asleep, she dreams of vibrant eyes and roguish grins, and the cold ache of being alone and forgotten in an icy kingdom where the warmth of her heart was never allowed to flourish.
When she awakes, dawn has barely begun to strike the sky with her bountiful colors. Hotaru has always been an early riser, but even she cannot combat Nate's inability to sleep. Which makes it all the more convenient that he doesn't seem to be present in the bed when she comes to consciousness. She can hear commotion in the other rooms, perhaps a kitchen, but morning has brought lucidity. No regret, no. Not over this. This is perhaps the only unspoiled memory she will carry from her relationship with each man.
Instead, she slips quietly out of the bed. Dresses slowly - there is no need to rush, not when she knows how this story unwinds - and approaches the bed once more. Her eyes are soft and unguarded as she gently trails the back of her hand across Sunjata's stubbled cheek. It's a shame she can't do the same to Nate, but she knows he will only convince her to stay if she remains any longer. Resisting the urge to press a kiss to Sunjata's forehead, she slips out of the room, carefully turning the knob as she closes it to prevent even the smallest click of the latch.
Even in the depths of her lust, Hotaru had been keen-eyed. She knows the kitchen has no view of the entryway door. As her hand descends upon the handle, opening the door and feeling the brush of a sea breeze upon her face, she pauses. Closes her eyes. There is a deep, agonizing ache in her stomach as she remains poised there on the stoop. Wanting so badly to close the door, to go ask Nate what he's making for breakfast. To stay. To stay. To stay.
She counts each step heading away from the house, using the rhythm of her stride to drown out the hope that never should have been given room to grow inside her heart.
- FIN
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
