HOTARU
Just as his eyes slowly travel the length of her, so too do hers in tandem. By time their eyes meet, her heterochromatic irises investigating the way the steam clouds his own honey shades, there is a blatantly appreciative tilt to her golden brows. Shame he did not appear to come with soaking in mind, she would have appreciated the chance to ogle more bare skin.
His response - and the lovely, crooning voice it comes on - has a vixen’s smile creasing her lips. Beginning to descend into the pool, her eyes flutter slightly at the pleasant warmth that soaks immediately into her legs; it gives her a catlike expression of contentment as a tiny laugh hums in her chest. “Well then, thank you for the invitation.” As she opens her eyes more fully, pausing in her decadence, she smirks at him. “But if you wouldn’t dream of spoiling my fun, what would you dream of?” She casts it out like bait on a line, hoping to reel him in, get him talking. She hasn’t flirted in years it feels like, but it’s as natural to her as breathing.
Lifting her hands, she begins pulling her long hair up and away from the water, artfully coiling it on her head and securing it with the band on her wrist. Tiny golden hairs elude her, curling around her temples and catching the light as she turns. “I’d ask you to join me, but you don’t seem dressed for the occasion.” Hotaru’s expression is feline and teasing, wading another step forward until the bubbling springs are caressing her navel, petite as she is. Intriguing man with handsome looks or not, she’d come her to bathe, and bathe she shall.
His response - and the lovely, crooning voice it comes on - has a vixen’s smile creasing her lips. Beginning to descend into the pool, her eyes flutter slightly at the pleasant warmth that soaks immediately into her legs; it gives her a catlike expression of contentment as a tiny laugh hums in her chest. “Well then, thank you for the invitation.” As she opens her eyes more fully, pausing in her decadence, she smirks at him. “But if you wouldn’t dream of spoiling my fun, what would you dream of?” She casts it out like bait on a line, hoping to reel him in, get him talking. She hasn’t flirted in years it feels like, but it’s as natural to her as breathing.
Lifting her hands, she begins pulling her long hair up and away from the water, artfully coiling it on her head and securing it with the band on her wrist. Tiny golden hairs elude her, curling around her temples and catching the light as she turns. “I’d ask you to join me, but you don’t seem dressed for the occasion.” Hotaru’s expression is feline and teasing, wading another step forward until the bubbling springs are caressing her navel, petite as she is. Intriguing man with handsome looks or not, she’d come her to bathe, and bathe she shall.
Pull you in, but don't you get too close
Love you now, but not tomorrow
Love you now, but not tomorrow
