[ It's funny because it could almost mirror one of a hundred conversations she'd had with one of her crewmates about her own penchant for being particular. Despite the sordid circumstances, that thought keeps Nami's expression almost lighthearted until Mitsuru selects the toy for the inside of the harness.
The grin on her face shifts, taking on a more smug bent as she glances toward the array of fancy, gilded-looking toys. ]
My favorite color. You already know my tastes.
[ A double-ended remark. One punctuated by a brief raise of her eyebrows before she heads over to the metallic toys and lifts the gold, bullet-shaped vibrator up, along with the remote that comes with it. ]
I'm guessing you want this?
[ Nami doesn't even wait for an answer before tossing it onto the mattress beside where Mitsuru's settled herself, spurred on by the way the heat moving through her rises at the thought of Mitsuru pleasuring her while she uses the strap-on, on her.
When she moves back towards the bed, she plans to start putting on the harness, but Nami finds herself derailed by Mitsuru, taking a detour without thinking about it and ending up standing before her instead, reaching out to gently cradle the side of her neck, pulling her friend in for a kiss. ]
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The grin on her face shifts, taking on a more smug bent as she glances toward the array of fancy, gilded-looking toys. ]
My favorite color. You already know my tastes.
[ A double-ended remark. One punctuated by a brief raise of her eyebrows before she heads over to the metallic toys and lifts the gold, bullet-shaped vibrator up, along with the remote that comes with it. ]
I'm guessing you want this?
[ Nami doesn't even wait for an answer before tossing it onto the mattress beside where Mitsuru's settled herself, spurred on by the way the heat moving through her rises at the thought of Mitsuru pleasuring her while she uses the strap-on, on her.
When she moves back towards the bed, she plans to start putting on the harness, but Nami finds herself derailed by Mitsuru, taking a detour without thinking about it and ending up standing before her instead, reaching out to gently cradle the side of her neck, pulling her friend in for a kiss. ]
I get to pick the position.