(o) never found an easy way out

Hotaru

Her tongue smooths over her lip, chasing away any remains of liquor as she smirks coquettishly. "Charm? I'm not sure I'd go so far as that, you'll have to try a little harder." Though his tongue is quick-witted and amusing, what other uses does it have? Hotaru is no surface skimmer, she wants the meat and bones of his flirtations and delivery on his flirtations. Charm would come in the wake of acting on his words.

"Work smarter handsome, not harder," she counters as she backs away towards the water. As he stands she grins, this same song and dance so familiar to her and yet never failing to make her blood sing. Only heating all the more as he strips away his layers, and the woman boldly stares at every revealed inch, every clinging curve of fabric that she wishes she could vanish with a thought. Patience is a virtue, but she has never been very virtuous.

The water licks against her ankles as she walks backwards into it, the chill doing nothing to ease the heat of the day or the fire in her belly. "Good thing you're no fool then." Part of her wants to say fuck it to teaching him to swim, would prefer to shove him into the shallow water and malleable sand and see how much fun they could have on land. But alas, here they are.

You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat