Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
Maea may not have a need for breath anymore, but her humanity is far from extinguished, and habit more than anything defines the reactions that Hotaru drinks in so readily. The widening of her violet eyes, the twitch to her lips. The hue of her blush may have changed, and the quickening of a pulse in her throat or clavicle erased, but her fluster is not impossible to spot. The touch to her waist is unexpectedly bold given the woman’s demeanor, but sometimes the seemingly shy ones have the most fun behind closed doors. Ru leans into it welcomingly, encouraging firmer pressure to mimic the one on her forearm. The offer is sweet, and though she doesn’t respond the quirk of her lips and lowering of her lids assure it’s been heard.
Anticipation doesn’t last long, but the slightly cool brush of Maea’s lips against the sensitive, thin skin of her wrist makes Ru shudder all over. The pierce of the initial bite is a sting she can easily bear, and then it’s forgotten in the wash of sensation that follows. The sound she makes is beyond her control, something breathy and overwhelmed, and Hotaru doesn’t bother to try and dampen it here in this empty marsh where nobody can hear them. Her fingers flex uselessly around nothing, thighs clamping tight together in search of friction she won’t find. And she doesn’t tell Maea to stop. Far from experiencing any negative effects yet, and indulging in the bright wave of ecstasy that lights up her entire body. Her own free hand goes to Maea’s waist in parallel, clutching tight as she sways helplessly closer.
