you are such a soft and messy thing
nobody knows how to take care of you
So overly sensitized as it is, Hotaru trembles beneath the easy, confident touch to her skin as Wessex grins up at her. Still gleaming in the moonlight where her own slick and blood have painted her chosen partner for the evening. It makes it all the easier, when Wessex has shifted upwards to bring them to equal height, to dive in and kiss the copper taste from the demigoddess' lips. Still just as taken by the woman in the aftermath as she was with fresh heat coiling in her belly. Her name is given on an official basis, and Hotaru smiles, the sweetness sincere for once as her hands - never good at being idle - lift to gently land upon the woman's shoulders, fingers skirting up the column of a pale neck. "I'm Hotaru," she reveals in kind with a smile. "Does that mean I can count on a repeat performance someday now that you know my name? I'm sure you already know you're addicting, but there's no harm in telling you again." The coy tilt of her lips only enhances the playful light in her eyes. She certainly wouldn't say no to another midnight meetup. No strings attached of course, no matter how enticing she finds Wessex.
