Hotaru
For all the chill of their hands and the shock of cold against her cheek as Maeve’s fingers find it, their mouths are warm enough to make such chills turn instead to shivers of pleasure, all but forgotten. Hotaru gives the tiniest groan as their lips meet; finally. No more waiting. No more wondering, or trying to envision her hand is another’s when it’s between her legs in the late hours. There is only the easy parting of lips, mutual and harmonious, the slightest sign of breath shared that hitches the moment Maeve’s tongue sweeps across Hotaru’s lip.
Admittedly, Hotaru isn’t expecting such boldness from her partner. She’d planned on spoiling her rotten, turning the tables to ensure tonight could never be compared to the selfish, harried trysts in the Halenani. So when Maeve greedily pulls her forward, she can’t contain the whimpered noise of surprise that is muffled between their lips; she goes willingly all the same, desires twisted and confused between dominance and submission for a moment. Thighs tightening around Maeve’s hips, she lets her hand trail from Maeve’s nape upwards into her dark wavy hair to gently tighten her grip there as she slides her tongue into her lover’s mouth. Tracing the edges of her teeth, the top of her mouth, suckling on her tongue as she withdraws to allow them to catch their breaths. Breasts rising shallow and fast in the firelight, eyes dark and lips kiss swollen as their gazes meet once more.
As she goes to speak, Maeve’s mouth finds the slope of her breast, and her words vanish in a rush that leaves behind only a hitch of breath that can’t conceal the slight undertone of a pleased noise. The hand in Maeve’s hair tightens, spine arching to open up her chest for the woman’s perusal. “I intend to have you over every available surface,” she purrs, almost sinisterly. It’s agony to force herself up and out of Maeve’s lap, but it’s only the space of a heartbeat before she’s pulling her top off in the spare moment it allows her and hauling Maeve towards the luxuriously thick Ursur pelt in front of the fire. Settling on her knees immediately, her nimble fingers tug at Maeve’s clothes to inspire her to do the same, warm skin glowing in the fire’s cast, only in her leggings and lacy bra as long blonde hair spills freely across her clavicle and spine. “Come, darling.”
Admittedly, Hotaru isn’t expecting such boldness from her partner. She’d planned on spoiling her rotten, turning the tables to ensure tonight could never be compared to the selfish, harried trysts in the Halenani. So when Maeve greedily pulls her forward, she can’t contain the whimpered noise of surprise that is muffled between their lips; she goes willingly all the same, desires twisted and confused between dominance and submission for a moment. Thighs tightening around Maeve’s hips, she lets her hand trail from Maeve’s nape upwards into her dark wavy hair to gently tighten her grip there as she slides her tongue into her lover’s mouth. Tracing the edges of her teeth, the top of her mouth, suckling on her tongue as she withdraws to allow them to catch their breaths. Breasts rising shallow and fast in the firelight, eyes dark and lips kiss swollen as their gazes meet once more.
As she goes to speak, Maeve’s mouth finds the slope of her breast, and her words vanish in a rush that leaves behind only a hitch of breath that can’t conceal the slight undertone of a pleased noise. The hand in Maeve’s hair tightens, spine arching to open up her chest for the woman’s perusal. “I intend to have you over every available surface,” she purrs, almost sinisterly. It’s agony to force herself up and out of Maeve’s lap, but it’s only the space of a heartbeat before she’s pulling her top off in the spare moment it allows her and hauling Maeve towards the luxuriously thick Ursur pelt in front of the fire. Settling on her knees immediately, her nimble fingers tug at Maeve’s clothes to inspire her to do the same, warm skin glowing in the fire’s cast, only in her leggings and lacy bra as long blonde hair spills freely across her clavicle and spine. “Come, darling.”
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
