[ As fun as arguing could end up being, Nami's too curious about where Dabi's going to lead this to do more than let her lips curve in a wry smile as he rounds out that slow turn, her next breath huffed out in a muted chuckle. She stays still for a moment and takes in the shape of him against the backdrop of the pod, studying him from the back, before she turns to look down at herself instead.
From the waist down– she feels heat sweep up her spine and leave her skin flushed, enjoying the way it rises and moves through her as she unzips her skirt and lets it slide down her legs before stepping out of it. ]
What do you want me to do next?
[ Nami's voice is low, as relaxed as her movements when she bends slightly at the waist and hooks her thumbs in her panties, lazily easing the sheer green lace over the swell of her hips and down her thighs, guiding them off rather than letting them fall like she did her skirt.
Languid and inviting, it's not until she's bent just enough that she's sure her ass looks fantastic when she arches her back and shifts, ridding herself of her panties before she straightens up again. She turns slow on her heel to face him while her hands card through her hair, exposed from the waist down, but more aroused and intrigued by it than flustered. This is one of the first times she's let a guy take the lead with a dynamic like this one, and that knowledge feeds into the slow, distant simmer of heat that's only just begun to play over her awareness. ]
Do I call you by your name, or sir, or–? [ Her chin tips up as her eyes fall half-closed, patiently waiting to meet his gaze. ]
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From the waist down– she feels heat sweep up her spine and leave her skin flushed, enjoying the way it rises and moves through her as she unzips her skirt and lets it slide down her legs before stepping out of it. ]
What do you want me to do next?
[ Nami's voice is low, as relaxed as her movements when she bends slightly at the waist and hooks her thumbs in her panties, lazily easing the sheer green lace over the swell of her hips and down her thighs, guiding them off rather than letting them fall like she did her skirt.
Languid and inviting, it's not until she's bent just enough that she's sure her ass looks fantastic when she arches her back and shifts, ridding herself of her panties before she straightens up again. She turns slow on her heel to face him while her hands card through her hair, exposed from the waist down, but more aroused and intrigued by it than flustered. This is one of the first times she's let a guy take the lead with a dynamic like this one, and that knowledge feeds into the slow, distant simmer of heat that's only just begun to play over her awareness. ]
Do I call you by your name, or sir, or–? [ Her chin tips up as her eyes fall half-closed, patiently waiting to meet his gaze. ]