Hotaru
Whatever challenge he poses is met with the flint of her gaze and her answering smirk. "I wouldn't settle for less." How he chooses to read into that is up to him, but Hotaru likes to play for the jackpot. Why settle for the consolation prize?
He invades her space as his voice drops low, and she tilts her head up as if to better hear him, damp hair falling away from her clavicle as she smirks at him. "Worry? Hmm...no, I'm not worried. Let's go with excited." The final word is breathy and humming, almost a noise she would make between the sheets instead of standing on sand and surf. If he promises to make her sing, she'll give him a show worth watching.
Loren's teasing makes her roll her eyes fondly, pushing at his chest as if to send him backwards into the waves herself. "Repeat performances are my specialty," she flings back even as her hands smooth over his skin, readjusting to beneath his back as he hopefully sinks down to begin floating. "Deep, slow breaths. The air in your lungs will buoy you. But don't worry, you're in safe hands." Ones that certainly aren't going to stop touching his skin if she can help it. "Tighten your core..." on hand leaves his back to trail to his abdomen, and her fingertips dance playfully where they land, "...and make small circular motions with your hands."
He invades her space as his voice drops low, and she tilts her head up as if to better hear him, damp hair falling away from her clavicle as she smirks at him. "Worry? Hmm...no, I'm not worried. Let's go with excited." The final word is breathy and humming, almost a noise she would make between the sheets instead of standing on sand and surf. If he promises to make her sing, she'll give him a show worth watching.
Loren's teasing makes her roll her eyes fondly, pushing at his chest as if to send him backwards into the waves herself. "Repeat performances are my specialty," she flings back even as her hands smooth over his skin, readjusting to beneath his back as he hopefully sinks down to begin floating. "Deep, slow breaths. The air in your lungs will buoy you. But don't worry, you're in safe hands." Ones that certainly aren't going to stop touching his skin if she can help it. "Tighten your core..." on hand leaves his back to trail to his abdomen, and her fingertips dance playfully where they land, "...and make small circular motions with your hands."
You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
