Hotaru stretched her toes and legs; a huff of breath escaped her lips as she peeled off her stockings one after the other and threw them aside. A silent house for a silent hour. She looked at the window into the night, and drew the curtains shut.
Jotou sat before the dresser, cleaning off leftover makeup with a damp cloth. Her reflection went murky all of a sudden. Two lamps on the walls glowed dimly in yellow, as the blonde saw Hotaru's finger retract from the main light switch.
The redhead swayed lazily over to the chair and leaned down to place her chin on the blonde's shoulder from behind.
Jotou hummed and gave a nuzzle to the side; the wolf-girl mimicked the motion.
Hotaru's arms wrapped around the chair and the blonde's arms, resting her crossed-wrists onto her chest. She kissed Jotou on the ear.
The blonde's fingers inched up to caress the knuckles of her partner. Jotou's head tilted bit by bit as the kisses went down her jawline.
