Hotaru
A smirk slowly spreads over Hotaru's lips as she watches Maeve shift in her chair, keeping her scorching gaze unwavering from the younger woman. The commentary and little show of glass against skin is barely enough to keep her attention, not when she can almost feel the timer ticking towards the end. For now she's capable of keeping her hands to herself. Even giving genuine feedback instead of using her mouth for other, better purposes.
Of course then the decision is made, and what's the point in waiting around after that?
"I'd say it was worth the wait," she purrs, and then like a striking snake she's gracefully uncurling from her chair, crossing the table with one knee hiked onto it between the glass pendants. Her hand reaches for Maeve's nape, dragging her in and finally pressing her lips to the other woman's mouth, all thoughts of patience and restraint thrown out the window.
Of course then the decision is made, and what's the point in waiting around after that?
"I'd say it was worth the wait," she purrs, and then like a striking snake she's gracefully uncurling from her chair, crossing the table with one knee hiked onto it between the glass pendants. Her hand reaches for Maeve's nape, dragging her in and finally pressing her lips to the other woman's mouth, all thoughts of patience and restraint thrown out the window.
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
