HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
The click of the lock on the door, the looks shared between them, it is clear that despite their lack of true communication about expectations, that they have collectively decided upon this course of action. She shivers lightly as Sunjata takes her cardigan, the chill of the air pressing in only to be chased away by his calloused hands. They gently take hold of the curtain of her hair, dancing over her nape, and she is so fraught with anticipation that it causes a trembling breath to be sucked between her teeth. There is something unbearably intimate to the way he moves her hair, places a kiss upon the side of her neck. The familiarity as his hands fall to her waist is intoxicating, and she leans backwards into his embrace, trusting him to hold what little of her weight she places upon him.
It is a trust exercise in itself. Perhaps she can't forgive him with words, can't rebuild that bridge in conversation, but this? This is a language she speaks.
But he is not the only man that makes her pulse lift higher in expectation, and Nate doesn't seem keen on being left out either. Her hands lift as he comes closer, pressing her between their two bodies as her fingertips slide beneath the hem of his shirt, skirting up his navel with the tips of her nails. Wanting to touch, even if heat is not where she is used to finding it beneath her palms. Those infernal, addicting hands join Sunjata's on her body, and she lets him tilt her face to better view him. Despite the heavy lingering of her lids, she catches his brilliant blues, and there is a trust and agreement there if he cares to look in the moments before their lips touch. Hotaru breathes her whimpering sigh against the fold of his plush mouth, aware she is already too deep for how little has happened. Face flushing brightly against her will as he parts only to drop one upon her cheekbone. Every motion seems adamant on making her forget that this is just a hookup.
One hand lifts, curling backward to pull Sunjata closer by the back of his neck, tilting to allow him room to the column of her bared throat. Tilting just enough to offer him a kiss of his own, if he is willing to take it.
It is a trust exercise in itself. Perhaps she can't forgive him with words, can't rebuild that bridge in conversation, but this? This is a language she speaks.
But he is not the only man that makes her pulse lift higher in expectation, and Nate doesn't seem keen on being left out either. Her hands lift as he comes closer, pressing her between their two bodies as her fingertips slide beneath the hem of his shirt, skirting up his navel with the tips of her nails. Wanting to touch, even if heat is not where she is used to finding it beneath her palms. Those infernal, addicting hands join Sunjata's on her body, and she lets him tilt her face to better view him. Despite the heavy lingering of her lids, she catches his brilliant blues, and there is a trust and agreement there if he cares to look in the moments before their lips touch. Hotaru breathes her whimpering sigh against the fold of his plush mouth, aware she is already too deep for how little has happened. Face flushing brightly against her will as he parts only to drop one upon her cheekbone. Every motion seems adamant on making her forget that this is just a hookup.
One hand lifts, curling backward to pull Sunjata closer by the back of his neck, tilting to allow him room to the column of her bared throat. Tilting just enough to offer him a kiss of his own, if he is willing to take it.
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
