Funnily enough I'm having trouble coming up with a word too because a certain pirate is being distracting.
[ A bell-like laughter peels from Hilda, pleased that the analogy had somehow still worked its way into the conversation again and isn't met with a groan of distaste. If the sun and the gentle waves weren't infectious enough, Nami is proving to be potent in injecting a lightness into her veins that she hadn't felt in some time. Guilt and doubt tries to push its way to the forefront, asking if she's deserving of an indulgence like this after everything that had happened in Derdriu.
But the whisper of lips and warm breath on her neck has her drawing in a sharp, delighted breath. Whatever passing clouds try to darken her mind float away on the breeze. There's no hesitation as Hilda bares her neck, her flesh pebbling in the wake of Nami's teeth leaving behind faint traces of themselves in a way that she knows will disappear before long.
With their bodies pressed this closely together there's no doubt in Hilda's mind that Nami will be able to feel the strong muscles shaped by hours in the training ground. She's already gleaned that she's too clever not to notice. But instead of shying away to preserve some kind of facade, she relishes in that touch and that exploration, thinking of it as a reward of sorts for being swept. But is it a reward for Nami or herself? The flush on Hilda's cheeks that grows a little rosier suggests it may be both.
Mischievously her teeth tug lightly at the lobe of her ear. ]
Is this going to be a test in patience? Because I'm not - unless there's good incentive to be.
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[ A bell-like laughter peels from Hilda, pleased that the analogy had somehow still worked its way into the conversation again and isn't met with a groan of distaste. If the sun and the gentle waves weren't infectious enough, Nami is proving to be potent in injecting a lightness into her veins that she hadn't felt in some time. Guilt and doubt tries to push its way to the forefront, asking if she's deserving of an indulgence like this after everything that had happened in Derdriu.
But the whisper of lips and warm breath on her neck has her drawing in a sharp, delighted breath. Whatever passing clouds try to darken her mind float away on the breeze. There's no hesitation as Hilda bares her neck, her flesh pebbling in the wake of Nami's teeth leaving behind faint traces of themselves in a way that she knows will disappear before long.
With their bodies pressed this closely together there's no doubt in Hilda's mind that Nami will be able to feel the strong muscles shaped by hours in the training ground. She's already gleaned that she's too clever not to notice. But instead of shying away to preserve some kind of facade, she relishes in that touch and that exploration, thinking of it as a reward of sorts for being swept. But is it a reward for Nami or herself? The flush on Hilda's cheeks that grows a little rosier suggests it may be both.
Mischievously her teeth tug lightly at the lobe of her ear. ]
Is this going to be a test in patience? Because I'm not - unless there's good incentive to be.