Afternoon Daydreams

Hotaru

Admittedly his boldness is charming, and though she has no idea that this flirts with the boundaries of his normal comfort zone, his boyish desire to show off has clearly won her over. Or at least broken down her defenses enough for something sincere to shine through; the bright sound of her laughter, the juvenile groping of his ass, things she would normally hide or refine into something more elegant.

Quite accustomed to being dumped in water from a tall man's shoulder (thank you Deimos) she can't help but anticipate it even when it does not come. His hand is warm and steady on her thigh, and Hotaru's nerves alight instantaneously beneath the bold, exploratory nature of his touch.

Oh, but two can play at this game.

Using her hands on the back of his waist to lift herself slightly so she can turn her head and have him hear her better, the Valkyrie smirks. Heterochromatic eyes half-lid themselves, and her voice drops into a sultry croon that is downright indecent. "Please, George? I want to see you so badly." She lets her voice go breathy, like the very beginnings of a moan, on that very last word. Hands sliding slowly down both sides of his spine as she lowers herself back down, grinning unrepentantly.

soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire