Distracting? [ Her voice is a little too soft, too content, to nail the petulance she was going for, but that's hardly enough to get Nami to stop her teasing, though she does pause, however briefly, to let her lips brush against the soft skin just behind Hilda's earlobe. ] I'm just trying to sweep.
[ And so the simile evolves and endures, even as Nami's thoughts start to swim the longer she's pressed snugly to Hilda, her palm flat between her shoulder blades, reveling in the planes and angles beneath her touch.
A surprised laugh tumbles past her lips, warm against Hilda's skin as the other woman asks about testing her patience, the implication of the question pairing beautifully with the heat already crackling over her skin everywhere her body touches the other woman's.
Lifting her head to meet Hilda's eye, the color clinging to the apples of her cheeks is all the more apparent because of the freckles peppered over her face, as much a product of a life at sea as the lean muscle lingering beneath decidedly cushy curves. Hilda's newness to the resort is the only thing that makes Nami hesitate. She doesn't want to be patient, and the way her gaze keeps flicking down to Hilda's mouth more than betrays that fact, but she wants to be sure Hilda's comfortable with the weird, horny situation she's landed in too, even if not kissing her right now is comparable to trying to wrestle a Sea King. ]
If it is, we'd both be tested. [ Nami's stance shifts as she speaks, the inside of her thigh gently brushing the outside of one of Hilda's, as indecision continues to darken her eyes, however slightly. ] I can't tell you if the incentive for waiting is going to be good, but I can tell you the incentive for not waiting could be incredible, if you wanted it to be.
i'm so sorry for how feral my tagging speed for this thread is rn
[ And so the simile evolves and endures, even as Nami's thoughts start to swim the longer she's pressed snugly to Hilda, her palm flat between her shoulder blades, reveling in the planes and angles beneath her touch.
A surprised laugh tumbles past her lips, warm against Hilda's skin as the other woman asks about testing her patience, the implication of the question pairing beautifully with the heat already crackling over her skin everywhere her body touches the other woman's.
Lifting her head to meet Hilda's eye, the color clinging to the apples of her cheeks is all the more apparent because of the freckles peppered over her face, as much a product of a life at sea as the lean muscle lingering beneath decidedly cushy curves. Hilda's newness to the resort is the only thing that makes Nami hesitate. She doesn't want to be patient, and the way her gaze keeps flicking down to Hilda's mouth more than betrays that fact, but she wants to be sure Hilda's comfortable with the weird, horny situation she's landed in too, even if not kissing her right now is comparable to trying to wrestle a Sea King. ]
If it is, we'd both be tested. [ Nami's stance shifts as she speaks, the inside of her thigh gently brushing the outside of one of Hilda's, as indecision continues to darken her eyes, however slightly. ] I can't tell you if the incentive for waiting is going to be good, but I can tell you the incentive for not waiting could be incredible, if you wanted it to be.