softness has garnered me nothing but misery
She loves that crooked grin, the slight dimple in his cheek, the way his eyes crinkle at the edges when he smiles. Hotaru's heart melts with the sheer force of affection that overtakes her, and she leans in to kiss the corner of his smiling mouth, her own lips curling. "I can't spoil you too much though now can I?" It's teased from scant centimeters away as she withdraws, looking for his eyes as she stares up through pale lashes, drinking in the sight of Sunjata bathed in lamplight. She's convinced she'd die if she were cursed to forget him once more, and vows to take this image with her if it happens again.
"The fun of being under me? Of letting me win? Not -" she emphasizes lest he try to butt in, narrowing her eyes playfully, "- that I would need you to let me." So long as their forms were of equal stature, she hopes. If the Gods turned her into a pigeon or some other such nonsense were she to be taken under their wings, Hotaru might just Ascend out of spite. Soul-reflection nonsense or no.
The chill of the air he stirs doesn't deter her, more than warm enough where her skin is hidden underneath the blanket or pressed against his own. His callouses tickle against her spine, and her breath catches in her throat as he pulls her own hair in retaliation, a wispy laugh bubbling its way through moments after when he releases her. "Fairness isn't normally something I preach, but if it grants me the upper hand..." Trailing off, she winks and leans in to playfully snap her teeth in front of his nose. "Or do you just like having me on my back that much? Because it doesn't seem like you have a problem here yet." One hand leaves his neck to trail her nails down his stomach, tickling and seeking out vulnerable areas near his ribs as her smile turns playful instead of sultry.
"The fun of being under me? Of letting me win? Not -" she emphasizes lest he try to butt in, narrowing her eyes playfully, "- that I would need you to let me." So long as their forms were of equal stature, she hopes. If the Gods turned her into a pigeon or some other such nonsense were she to be taken under their wings, Hotaru might just Ascend out of spite. Soul-reflection nonsense or no.
The chill of the air he stirs doesn't deter her, more than warm enough where her skin is hidden underneath the blanket or pressed against his own. His callouses tickle against her spine, and her breath catches in her throat as he pulls her own hair in retaliation, a wispy laugh bubbling its way through moments after when he releases her. "Fairness isn't normally something I preach, but if it grants me the upper hand..." Trailing off, she winks and leans in to playfully snap her teeth in front of his nose. "Or do you just like having me on my back that much? Because it doesn't seem like you have a problem here yet." One hand leaves his neck to trail her nails down his stomach, tickling and seeking out vulnerable areas near his ribs as her smile turns playful instead of sultry.
