softness has garnered me nothing but misery
"You know I'd just end up stroking your ego instead, I'm weak for you," she titters, unashamed to admit what they both already know. Hotaru has been weak for Sunjata since they first met in the woods all those seasons ago. It's not as if it's a secret anymore. Even her hands seem to emphasize that fact, constantly needing to map more of his skin and the new textures of the vanes of his wings. The rough edge to his voice and the way he holds her tighter has her skimming her thumb down his hip bone, a silent reassurance. "What a hardship," she croons, voice far too pleased for the sarcasm to make its way through.
Her own grin sharpens as he doesn't back down, evaluating her with eyes that have already traced her a hundred times. "You'd make me force you down? A little masochistic there." Inflating her own ego this time, blood warmed by the idea of matching up against him when fully aware of how strong he is. What can she say? Power attracts her. Putting herself to the test against it is just all the more fun, especially knowing Sunjata would never truly hurt her. Even with the beating of his wings shifting the settled air into something less stale, caressing against her bared skin and making her shiver and laugh, his might doesn't intimidate her. "You'd fight so dirty with me? Surely a dragon counts as out of bounds." Straightening up to place her hands on his shoulders, long fingers dancing on his nape and stroking the soft strands of hair there, she smirks down at him from her slight vantage point - even on his lap, he's unfortunately tall enough to meet her head on - and gives a playful tug of his hair.
Her own grin sharpens as he doesn't back down, evaluating her with eyes that have already traced her a hundred times. "You'd make me force you down? A little masochistic there." Inflating her own ego this time, blood warmed by the idea of matching up against him when fully aware of how strong he is. What can she say? Power attracts her. Putting herself to the test against it is just all the more fun, especially knowing Sunjata would never truly hurt her. Even with the beating of his wings shifting the settled air into something less stale, caressing against her bared skin and making her shiver and laugh, his might doesn't intimidate her. "You'd fight so dirty with me? Surely a dragon counts as out of bounds." Straightening up to place her hands on his shoulders, long fingers dancing on his nape and stroking the soft strands of hair there, she smirks down at him from her slight vantage point - even on his lap, he's unfortunately tall enough to meet her head on - and gives a playful tug of his hair.
