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[ Whether or not she has more experience than Tifa when it comes to kissing other women, the thrill that rolls through her and keeps her nerves jangling with a pleasing, earnest want feels wholly new, unique to the soft hum that passes Tifa's lips and conjures it to life, unique to just being around Tifa.

Nami's touch is slow and light, pushing Tifa's top up as the pads of her fingers run up her sides, privately basking in the perfect balance the other woman seems to have struck between strong and somehow deeply fragile at the same time. It's a delicacy that Nami doesn't want to trample, a sincerity not unlike the one she sees in Luffy - a trait she finds easy to adore.

Heart beating fast when she finally breaks away from that kiss, Nami stays close enough that her forehead brushes against Tifa's, hands stilling once they're perilously close to taking off the other woman's top, wanting, but not quite daring yet. ]

Do you want to get closer?

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[ Tifa doesn't even know that Nami is the answer to something she's been searching for her whole life: someone who can see her for all of what she is, strong and delicate, feminine and immovable. She senses some part of it; it's why she feels so at ease with Nami.

Her heart races as the other woman's hands slowly, gently work her shirt up. She could stop her. It would be as easy as putting a hand on her wrist, the word no. She'd overpower her, if it came to it. But she doesn't want her to stop. ]

Yeah [ she breathes, their foreheads warm together. ] I'd like that.

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[ This isn't the first time Nami's gotten close to another woman, but she still finds herself flustered hearing Tifa agree to her idea, almost forgetting to draw back far enough to pull the other woman's shirt over her head. ]

Come here, lay down with me?

[ Nami removes her shirt after she asks and reaches for Tifa, her heart beating hard as her arm slides around the other woman's waist, tugging her closer before easing her back to lay on her side with Nami facing her. Her hand runs absent patterns over the small of Tifa's back as she shifts closer, cupping her cheek as she looks over the brunette's face, a soft smile curving its way over her lips when she leans in to kiss her again. ]