[ Before she can speak she finds her lips captured once more by Nami's. Another spark skips down her spine as she breathes her in once more, wasting no time in gently exploring Nami's mouth again with her tongue. Both Hilda's arms come to loop around her neck, one hand threading locks of hair between her fingers. Under the sun it shines like fire with hues of yellow and orange; it's no wonder that Hilda had been drawn to her like a moth.
Her tongue glides across Nami's lips as she dispels the remaining space between them, bodies flush against one another. A daring thought flits through her mind: she could grow fond of kisses like these. That alone is enough to cause a flutter of want in Hilda's chest as her teeth gently nip at the woman's lower lip, breaking only to begin pressing adoration down the elegant line of her neck and relishing the taste of salt and the sea on that sun-warmed skin. ]
Did something sweep it away? [ Hilda's voice lilts teasingly, her mouth brushing against the shell of her ear. ] And if's not okay, what other word comes to mind?
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Her tongue glides across Nami's lips as she dispels the remaining space between them, bodies flush against one another. A daring thought flits through her mind: she could grow fond of kisses like these. That alone is enough to cause a flutter of want in Hilda's chest as her teeth gently nip at the woman's lower lip, breaking only to begin pressing adoration down the elegant line of her neck and relishing the taste of salt and the sea on that sun-warmed skin. ]
Did something sweep it away? [ Hilda's voice lilts teasingly, her mouth brushing against the shell of her ear. ] And if's not okay, what other word comes to mind?