HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
It's a little frightening, how easily they move around each other. Their simple, easy harmony together. It is like standing at the edge of a dizzying drop, the pit of your stomach sinking even as your heart races in vain attempts to fly. But she has already told herself that here and now, there is no place for doubt and second-guessing. There is no room for her hopes and fears. There is only the touch of skin, the heat of each intense kiss, the wrap of arms around her petite frame as she is carried up the stairs. At Nate's behest her hands pull harder, testing limits and learning his personal preferences. It's almost disappointing when he lays her down among the furs and linens, chasing the phantom touch of his tongue with her own, wetting her lips and staring hungrily up at both men as Sunjata wraps himself around Nate. It's like her own private show, and she restlessly brings her hands beneath her shirt and bra, thumbs skimming over nipples found already hard from stimulation and wanting.
The words spoken are intimate, and from Sunjata's brief lessons she can only catch a few words, but for once there's no frustration at being left out. They have their relationship, one she envies and reveres, and the fact that they are deigning to let her in on the fringes of it for a night is already gift enough.
Sunjata is laid down beside her, and she turns on her side, fingers dancing up his hip to sweep over his newly bared chest as Nate shuffles to join them. Using that same hand to brace against as Nate pulls her closer, the dark treble of his voice like sin itself dancing down her spine. She shudders and cuts a wicked smirk his way, shamelessly leaning overtop Sunjata as she removes her top and soft bindings, wriggling out of her bottoms just as brazenly. Until she is bare to their eyes at last. Hands moving to pull at Sunjata's waistband, electric eyes finding his in the halflight even as she responds to Nate beside him. "Then we should make it equal, right?" Voice purring, ready for the clothes to be removed so that she can straddle one of them perhaps, or get her hand on miles of tantalizing skin that remains blocked from her touch.
The words spoken are intimate, and from Sunjata's brief lessons she can only catch a few words, but for once there's no frustration at being left out. They have their relationship, one she envies and reveres, and the fact that they are deigning to let her in on the fringes of it for a night is already gift enough.
Sunjata is laid down beside her, and she turns on her side, fingers dancing up his hip to sweep over his newly bared chest as Nate shuffles to join them. Using that same hand to brace against as Nate pulls her closer, the dark treble of his voice like sin itself dancing down her spine. She shudders and cuts a wicked smirk his way, shamelessly leaning overtop Sunjata as she removes her top and soft bindings, wriggling out of her bottoms just as brazenly. Until she is bare to their eyes at last. Hands moving to pull at Sunjata's waistband, electric eyes finding his in the halflight even as she responds to Nate beside him. "Then we should make it equal, right?" Voice purring, ready for the clothes to be removed so that she can straddle one of them perhaps, or get her hand on miles of tantalizing skin that remains blocked from her touch.
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
