softness has garnered me nothing but misery
While she doesn't deflate, something dark crosses her gaze as the future and what it may hold plays across her mind's eye. "You'll both be lucky if I ever let you two leave this house again," she murmurs, hands tightening on his skin. "When I can just keep you both here, forever. Safe and in bed with me..." her voice trails off, fingertips smoothing over one of the closest scars that Nate's mouth has left on their lover's skin. "We'll just make this your new office." Her smile is a little distant, knowing this is a fantasy none of them can make come true. None of them are the types to hide away, to leave others to struggle onward alone. No matter how desperate Hotaru is to keep them secluded in this house all to herself, where nobody can wander away into the dark.
But for now, she has Sunjata here beneath her, warm and safe. She may not be big enough to hide him away, to conceal him with her own barrier of skin and sinew, but for now it will be enough. It has to be. And though they both ache around the edges where Nate is supposed to be, Hotaru can't stand to sit and fret. Instead she arches into those sharp claws, lets them drag down her skin as she leans in to layer her teeth partway over where Nate's had been and bites down hard. Creating some lewd facsimile of a heart as she sucks the skin into her mouth to draw the blood to the surface. Pulling away only to tug on Jata's neck to bring his head around to kiss him firmly, trying to chase away the terror in her heart. She can almost feel Nate's shadow at her back, the preternatural smoothness of his hands, and she's grateful that her eyes are already closed lest Sunjata notice how they tear up.
But for now, she has Sunjata here beneath her, warm and safe. She may not be big enough to hide him away, to conceal him with her own barrier of skin and sinew, but for now it will be enough. It has to be. And though they both ache around the edges where Nate is supposed to be, Hotaru can't stand to sit and fret. Instead she arches into those sharp claws, lets them drag down her skin as she leans in to layer her teeth partway over where Nate's had been and bites down hard. Creating some lewd facsimile of a heart as she sucks the skin into her mouth to draw the blood to the surface. Pulling away only to tug on Jata's neck to bring his head around to kiss him firmly, trying to chase away the terror in her heart. She can almost feel Nate's shadow at her back, the preternatural smoothness of his hands, and she's grateful that her eyes are already closed lest Sunjata notice how they tear up.
