one look from you

George

George laughed along with her, enjoying the bright sound of her laughter and pleased that he could pull it out of her. Though they laughed, it was close enough to the truth; he traveled very little, unless it was for a job or while looking for new targets, but Hotaru's presence had become something of a lure for the thief. If things continued for them, though, he wondered how that might play out. He'd never imagined a long distance kind of relationship, but nor had he considered living in Halo. Would Hotaru be willing to return to Torchline permanently?

But that was something to worry about later, not right now.

"You're welcome to stay with me," he offered. "Unless you prefer a hotel." He wouldn't turn down an ultra-long date, but even if they had an all-day affair, they'd need a place to clean up after the beach and prepare for an evening out. He wondered if he could convince El to leave the house for a few days, if Hotaru took him up on his offer. Surely they wouldn't mind. It was his house, after all, and El was only a temporary guest. Of course, it was entirely possible that they would find their own place soon enough, and then he could have his home back to himself - and, possibly, Hotaru.

"Lead the way," he said of washing up, eager to see what else Hotaru had in store for the day.

Hotaru

Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold

It's quite a forward offer, and she is undoubtedly surprised by it, though she doesn't let show the extent of it. "If it wouldn't be an imposition, I think I'd like that." And her wording is quite intentional, because she thinks she would, though she hasn't spent the night with someone other than Talyson or Deimos in years. Never sleeping over with conquests, and always at their houses, never hers. It's an intimidating prospect. She won't know unless she tries though, and Hotaru is doing her best to put herself out there.

Pulling her legs away from his clever hands is difficult, but she takes his hand instead and leads him out of the bath. The adjacent room has multiple simple showers, so she grabs their items and carries them onward. Looking down at her small bag of ice spheres sitting on top of her clothes - never without her weapons - and examining the slight heat in her veins, Hotaru bites her lip where George can't see her and considers.

Deciding, she pulls him into one of the showers together, setting her clothes on the provided shelf and turning on the water before turning to him and hooking her finger in his shorts again. This time with far more intent. "Care to clean up with me?" Voice dropping to a soft purr that makes it clear what she has in mind.

Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time

George

"No imposition at all," he assured her, oblivious to her internal battle, but offering an encouraging smile all the same, as though to tell her that it was a sincere offer that he hoped she'd take him up on. It had been surprisingly easy to make the offer, something that he wouldn't have considered before the words slipped from his mouth. It had been quite some time since he'd shared his home - or his bed - with someone else, but seeing as how they'd made it to two dates and seemed to have more planned, his resolve was slowly crumbling.

Especially when Hotaru hooked her fingers into his shorts and pulled him close. Surprise showed briefly on his face before being replaced by a cheeky grin. "You're just trying to steal my shorts again," he accused playfully, but he followed her into the shower all the same, even if a small part of him was still hesitant to move too fast. He wasn't interested in a quick lay; he was genuinely interested in Hotaru as more than that, and he hoped that she knew that.

Hotaru

Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold

He's not the only one a little hesitant, especially given she is more inclined to one-night-stands than he is. But they've had four wonderful meetings, two of which were dates (though one is admittedly still in progress) and -

Well, honestly, those are mostly excuses. Hotaru looks up at him as she pulls him forward into the warm spray of water and knows she's just trying to prove to herself that she can do this with somebody she has any sort of feelings for. Someone whose name she knows, who she'll see when the morning comes. Because she isn't sure she can. And that's more terrifying than not trying.

"Technically they belong to me," she teases in return, water cascading over her shoulders and leaving clean rivulets in the mud on her skin. Releasing him, she slowly reaches behind her and unties the top of her bikini, letting it fall away to the shower floor. But she never takes her eyes off him, not until she leans up on her toes to kiss him softly.

Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time

George

The water was warm on his skin as she pulled him forward, leaving clean lines down his torso where it sprayed over his body, but his attention was solely on her as she released him. He stood frozen as she reached behind herself to untie the top of her bikini, hesitation and reluctance to make the wrong move rendering him immobilized for the scarcest moment; but then his eyes were sweeping over her appreciatively, his hands reaching for her hips to pull her against him, where she would clearly feel his arousal through the flimsy shorts.

"You're welcome to take them back," he offered with a mischievous smile, and when she leaned up on her toes, he lowered his lips to hers, steady and sure despite whatever worries he might have had about whether she'd still be interested in him after. He kissed her slowly, sweetly, desire pooling in his gut as he ran his hands up her bare back to help rinse away the mud. One hand smoothed over a shoulder while the other lifted to cup her cheek, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss.

Hotaru

Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold

His hands are warm and encompassing around her hips, and though no man can ever make her feel small, he makes her feel delicate in a good way. Petite, but in the way of something that deserves to be held gently.

He kisses her that same way, and Hotaru can't recall the last time somebody did. In fact she worries she isn't reciprocating the way she should be, no matter how slowly she moves. Has she forgotten how to?

It's a worry for later, because she knows the rest. Even with her eyes closed this is a dance she's familiar with, and with both hands free as he cradles her cheek she smooths her palms up and down his chest, feeling every slight dip and curve of muscle as she cleans the mud off of him. Then she takes her own bottoms off, stepping out of them gracefully without ever breaking their kiss so the water can fully cleanse her. Only then does she pull away from his kiss, both hands pushing his shorts down achingly slowly as she slides to her knees to accompany them down to the slick, warm tile below.

Keeping eye contact with him, she leans forward and rests her cheek against his hip, her breath warm and easy to feel on his burgeoning arousal but doing nothing else. "This okay?" she murmurs over the soft sound of falling water.

Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time

George

Her hands were light on his chest, and he hummed appreciatively against her lips as she cleaned the last remnants of mud from his torso, exploring every dip and curve in a way that set him aflame. When she stepped out of her bottoms, he ran his hands lightly down her body, following the curve of her hips - but before he could explore her further, she was pulling away, catching his eye as she pushed his shorts down almost painfully slowly, leaving him to stand naked before her, his cock fully erect.

She rested her cheek on his hip, her warm breath making him twitch, and he reached to run his fingers gently through her hair. He wanted to tell her that this was more than okay, that this was more than he could have dreamed would come of their second date, that she could do pretty much anything to him at this moment and she wouldn't hear a word of complaint, but that all seemed like more than was needed at this particular moment in time, so instead he simply answered, "Yes."

Hotaru

Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold

The sensation of his fingers through her hair makes her eyelids flutter, the pleasantness distracting in her crusade. Permission is all she needs to refocus however, and her lids fall low regardless as she feels heat unfurl and coil through her veins, slow but sure. Running her hands up the backs of his thighs, over the swell of his ass and to his hips, Ru leans closer and slowly runs her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. Then she slowly smirks, letting the tip rest against the plush of her lips as they curl. "Thank you," she purrs like he has given her a gift, and sinks her mouth down over him with a hum of pleasure.

And, given she has no idea what his stamina is like, she uses a touch of magic to float her bag from the shelf to the edge of the shower basin. Just within reach for when she's ready to utilize it for that extra kick of sensation. But for now she merely starts a slow, steady pace, humming and curling her tongue as she looks up at him through lashes gone dark blonde with wetness.

Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time

George

It was almost torturous to watch her, on her knees before him and with her lips so tantalizingly close; it seemed like too much to ask - and he wouldn't have, had she not offered - but here they were. As she slowly licked along his cock, he hissed with pleasure. "Fuck, Hotaru," he murmured appreciatively, all of his worries and cares gone for the time being, all of his thoughts solely on her and how much he wanted her.

He groaned as she sank her mouth over him, throwing his head back to bask in the sudden rush of pleasure. The feel of her mouth, of her tongue, of the vibration of her humming, the water still running over them - it was enough to make his head spin, and when he looked back down to see her looking up at him through wet lashes, he nearly came undone. What he desperately wanted in that moment was to pick her up, pin her against the wall, and make her feel as good as she was making him feel - but for now, he was very content to let her keep control.

Hotaru

Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold

Her name sounds lovely on his lips, tortured and erotic. It makes her swallow around him, throat relaxed and grateful for the way he allows her to take - and keep - control. Even his hands remain away from her golden head, though he is more than allowed to change that.

Sinking as low as she can until the pressure is nearly too much, she lingers there, swallowing intermittently as she lets her electricity dance on her fingertips. Just a touch, a pleasant buzz more than a shock where her hands remain splayed over his hips. Her hands move inward over his navel slowly, teasing at his nerves in a dual array of sensations until the shallow amount of air she can get runs out and she pulls away again, fully off of him so he can rest against her tongue as she regains her breath with a heated stare.

"That good?" she checks in, willing to cease her magic if necessary and not utilize her ice spheres if she sees even a glimpse of discomfort in his face. Even oral wouldn't be enough to distract him if he doesn't enjoy it.

Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time

George

As she took him more deeply, George hummed with pleasure. Her magic - which, in the haze of lust and desire, he'd forgotten about - took him by surprise, but he found that the buzz of electricity against his skin was more pleasant than shocking, taking his pleasure to new heights. The light pressure of her fingertips trailed sparks over his navel, teasing and taunting, and when she paused he took a shaky breath to reassure her.

"Very good," he told her appreciatively, chuckling warmly. It was different, that was for sure, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He'd never wished for magic, but if it could do something like this... for a brief moment, he wondered if he'd be able to satisfy her, but he quickly banished the thought. It wasn't helpful, for one, and for another, it wouldn't matter until she - hopefully - let him return the favor.

Hotaru

Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold

Clearly she isn't doing enough if his voice only shakes that much. Though it's good to know he has no complaints just yet. "Good," she murmurs, already wrapping her lips back around his cock. She keeps up the tingling sensation in her left hand, but reaches out her right to snag at the opening of her bag to retrieve one of her ice spheres.

With the warm water surrounding them she only has so much time to use it, but the contrast in temperatures and sensations will be intense. So time shouldn't be much of an issue. The bobbing of her head increases in pace, and her electrified fingers curl around his hip and hold there to keep him in place as she gently touches the edge of the ice sphere to his other hip, concentrating all the sensation in the same general area. And, meanwhile, humming in her throat as she curls her tongue artfully with every bob of her head, boldly watching him through her lashes.

Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time

George

One hand disappeared from his waist, the other maintaining the tingling sensation that had so captivated him as Hotaru wrapped her lips back around his cock. He reached down with one hand to tangle his fingers in her hair, enjoying the feel of her around him. When her other hand returned, he wasn't expecting a touch of ice, and the sudden contrast in temperatures - the ice on his hip, the heat of the water, the delicious warmth of her mouth - had him gasping, his fingers twitching in her hair as the bobbing of her head quickened -

It didn't take long for him to lose all semblance of control, and he came with a growl, his grip in her hair tightening unintentionally for a moment before he released her, the last shocks of pleasure leaving him breathless. For a moment he was too stunned to even breath, and he watched her as he caught his breath, appreciation clear on his handsome face. "That was - you are incredible," he said, offering a hand to help her to her feet.

Hotaru

Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold

Oh, she's undoubtedly pleased that she clearly hasn't lost her touch. Though perhaps a warning would have been appreciated, she'd quite expected that last sensation to push him over the edge, and so she swallows perfunctorily (which is quite a compliment unto itself). Dropping her sphere so it can melt beneath the steamy water, she takes his hand to assist in standing, shamelessly using her healing magic to ensure any pain from kneeling on the tiles summarily vanishes.

A bit breathless herself, she still manages a small titter of a laugh as she leans in to kiss him (which is definitely a test). "It was my pleasure," she assures as she pulls back from the kiss, just enough to speak. "Though now we really do have to get clean." And, for once, she isn't at all thinking about reciprocation - which should be her first sign that something is amiss inside herself.

Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time