[ Something about having her feelings called out like that makes her heart jump, however slightly. Basch cares for her in ways Nami would have never considered as being for her. Making her the lady of the house, patiently steadfast as he makes his way over her walls and draws her into all the relentless affection he has to give her.
Letting herself get lost in that has never felt easier. Her arms wrap around him, the fingers of one hand carding through his hair as his kisses trail over her hair and against her neck, until she feels him unfastening her clothes and has to fight the flush threatening to rise to her cheeks because of it. ]
Glad I'm a good surprise for you, too.
[ Her clothes loosen and Nami moves to ease them off, rolling her shoulders to shrug out of her dress, trusting that Basch will help her lift the rest away until she's naked and able to turn the tables on him. Nami's hands work his buttons loose, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, before her attention redirects to the closure at the top of his pants. All the while, her lips seek out his, eager to make him as breathless as he's left her with a flood of eager, quietly hungry kisses. ]
Kind of doubt we would get anything done if this was our real life.
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[ Something about having her feelings called out like that makes her heart jump, however slightly. Basch cares for her in ways Nami would have never considered as being for her. Making her the lady of the house, patiently steadfast as he makes his way over her walls and draws her into all the relentless affection he has to give her.
Letting herself get lost in that has never felt easier. Her arms wrap around him, the fingers of one hand carding through his hair as his kisses trail over her hair and against her neck, until she feels him unfastening her clothes and has to fight the flush threatening to rise to her cheeks because of it. ]
Glad I'm a good surprise for you, too.
[ Her clothes loosen and Nami moves to ease them off, rolling her shoulders to shrug out of her dress, trusting that Basch will help her lift the rest away until she's naked and able to turn the tables on him. Nami's hands work his buttons loose, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, before her attention redirects to the closure at the top of his pants. All the while, her lips seek out his, eager to make him as breathless as he's left her with a flood of eager, quietly hungry kisses. ]
Kind of doubt we would get anything done if this was our real life.