Honey, these arms that once held you are ready to fight
His faith helps bolster her, chasing away the shadows of her own doubt. Hotaru's strength has long been a fortification built on the protection of others, and this is no different. He needs her, and so she will be what he needs. It's as simple as that. There is no alternative, no crumbling or breaking. Perhaps not the healthiest way to cope admittedly but it helps ground her to the present all the same. To him.
The soft response is strained, but the lips that touch her skin are gentle, dragging with the simple syllable in some facade of a kiss. There's something more there, lurking underneath his denial. As she tries to parse the clues that have already swept by in the short nature of his reply, he speaks it anew, and she is distracted instead by the movement of his body. He is a distracting man as is, even now in the depths of the darkness that has swallowed them both, leaving them clinging to one another lest they lose each other before light is found. Her body is attuned to his, arching as he molds himself closer, heedless of the thoughts that fizzle away in preference of reading what he is telling her physically.
All of that washes away as he bites, the points of his teeth breaking flesh and singing along her nerves like an electric shock. Hotaru's gasp is loud and unbidden as her thighs clamp tight around his middle, hands clenching at his bicep and in the pillow-fluffed tangle of his hair. The pleasure of his bite is something she'll never be able to brace for; immediate, all-consuming, like flash paper going up in a display of light and heat. "Nate!" His name warbles on her lips, technicolor in the backdrop of her closed eyes that squeeze shut in bliss as her nails rake into his skin. Certainly not what she'd been expecting when she'd awoken, but the pleasure chases the fears away as surely as any heart-to-heart would, and Hotaru is not shy when it comes to using sex to cope. Especially not with someone she already loves, and who suffers alongside her.
The soft response is strained, but the lips that touch her skin are gentle, dragging with the simple syllable in some facade of a kiss. There's something more there, lurking underneath his denial. As she tries to parse the clues that have already swept by in the short nature of his reply, he speaks it anew, and she is distracted instead by the movement of his body. He is a distracting man as is, even now in the depths of the darkness that has swallowed them both, leaving them clinging to one another lest they lose each other before light is found. Her body is attuned to his, arching as he molds himself closer, heedless of the thoughts that fizzle away in preference of reading what he is telling her physically.
All of that washes away as he bites, the points of his teeth breaking flesh and singing along her nerves like an electric shock. Hotaru's gasp is loud and unbidden as her thighs clamp tight around his middle, hands clenching at his bicep and in the pillow-fluffed tangle of his hair. The pleasure of his bite is something she'll never be able to brace for; immediate, all-consuming, like flash paper going up in a display of light and heat. "Nate!" His name warbles on her lips, technicolor in the backdrop of her closed eyes that squeeze shut in bliss as her nails rake into his skin. Certainly not what she'd been expecting when she'd awoken, but the pleasure chases the fears away as surely as any heart-to-heart would, and Hotaru is not shy when it comes to using sex to cope. Especially not with someone she already loves, and who suffers alongside her.
HOTARU
