HOTARU
the valkyrie
Her heart may miss a lover long gone, but when she gazes at Sunjata her eyes are clear, seeing nobody else but him. Body alive with a flush of promise, one she reigns in tightly as the man above her shudders, quakes beneath the weight of his decision. One she will not push, will not make for him. So still she holds, though she leans farther back, baring herself to his gaze in promise that no matter which way he moves, Hotaru will move with him. A promise in both her eyes and her touch. A vow that his boundaries will be respected, the same way that she releases his hand and any pressure she may be exerting on him physically or emotionally. Waits, and waits, and holds no hope in her breast.
When she speaks, his gaze clears, returning to her once more. He withdraws from her, and she begins to rise, content to leave things where they are and respect his boundaries. Perhaps leave him to his thoughts of his lost lover, the alcohol that had been keeping him company prior to her entrance. But then he's reaching for his shirt and unbuttoning it, revealing miles of untouched skin for her to blatantly stare at. Ravenous, really. But still, still, she waits. Waits for an answer, some kind of signal, one that she receives as he lays himself along her once more. It's torture to keep her hands to herself, to wait for those two words that come on a husk of a voice, and she practically sighs out her relief when he kisses her at last. His hand in her hair makes her shudder helplessly, and she arches beneath him, lifting her legs to wrap fully around his hips now that he has given her permission. Swipes her tongue coyly to press at the seam of his lips, flitting back just as quickly, teeth pinching gently as she draws him closer into the cradle of her hips.
Her hands rise, one scratching gently down the front of his chest, the otherpressing him closer into her mouth with a palm at his neck. Already a livewire beneath him, eager and willing. Pulling away just enough to speak, her hooded eyes seek his as the hand on his chest drifts teasingly lower and lower to where they're pressed together. "Care to help me out of these clothes?" Lips brushing against his with how close she stays, a slow smirk forming. Taunting, promising.
When she speaks, his gaze clears, returning to her once more. He withdraws from her, and she begins to rise, content to leave things where they are and respect his boundaries. Perhaps leave him to his thoughts of his lost lover, the alcohol that had been keeping him company prior to her entrance. But then he's reaching for his shirt and unbuttoning it, revealing miles of untouched skin for her to blatantly stare at. Ravenous, really. But still, still, she waits. Waits for an answer, some kind of signal, one that she receives as he lays himself along her once more. It's torture to keep her hands to herself, to wait for those two words that come on a husk of a voice, and she practically sighs out her relief when he kisses her at last. His hand in her hair makes her shudder helplessly, and she arches beneath him, lifting her legs to wrap fully around his hips now that he has given her permission. Swipes her tongue coyly to press at the seam of his lips, flitting back just as quickly, teeth pinching gently as she draws him closer into the cradle of her hips.
Her hands rise, one scratching gently down the front of his chest, the otherpressing him closer into her mouth with a palm at his neck. Already a livewire beneath him, eager and willing. Pulling away just enough to speak, her hooded eyes seek his as the hand on his chest drifts teasingly lower and lower to where they're pressed together. "Care to help me out of these clothes?" Lips brushing against his with how close she stays, a slow smirk forming. Taunting, promising.
i have stood for thousands of years
and have not faltered
and have not faltered
the day i met you...
my legs shook
