Hotaru
The world goes rather topsy-turvy, and Hotaru can't help how her hands fly towards his shoulders when she is suddenly removed from them, not quite trusting him to catch her when she has literally just met him. Except he does, and when her cloud of hair has settled and she has blinked the vertigo out of her eyes, she has her legs wrapped around his waist and he has an arm around hers, leaning over her while she hangs nearly perpendicular to the water below. Her heart beats like a startled rabbit's, but it quickly turns into the excited, adrenaline-fueled sort instead of something scared.
Her grin comes next on the heels of that, thighs squeezing around his waist in a tease of the strength that lies behind them. "You made it better than anything I could have thought up," she compliments smoothly, grinning like she's resting in a hammock instead of precariously held in his arm, "but yes. Just like this." And then she uses her arms around his neck (and perhaps a touch of air magic at his back) to yank backward and send them both into the water regardless.
Her grin comes next on the heels of that, thighs squeezing around his waist in a tease of the strength that lies behind them. "You made it better than anything I could have thought up," she compliments smoothly, grinning like she's resting in a hammock instead of precariously held in his arm, "but yes. Just like this." And then she uses her arms around his neck (and perhaps a touch of air magic at his back) to yank backward and send them both into the water regardless.
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
