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[ Ever the cool one, Nami's made an admirable showing of keeping it mostly together during the times the casino seems most intent on pressing hers and everybody else's buttons as hard as it can, but this – Mitsuru pressed back against the bed as Nami rocks her hips, glaringly aware of the hot clutch of her friend's cunt around the toy Nami relentlessly fucks into her with – it's too much.

Even in the heat of the moment, there's a part of herself Nami manages to keep some loose control over, but she loses that grip now. For perhaps only the second time since her arrival, she's overwhelmed, the vibrator against her clit pushing her over the edge of her own release, sending her plummeting hard and fast, every moan louder and more ragged than the one before it, her head bowing, short tangerine hair clinging to her cheeks, listening, feeling, Mitsuru as she comes, quickly deciding it's the most beautiful thing she's seen in a long time. ]

Fuck.

[ Still trembling as she rests her head against a soft, flushed shoulder, Nami's hips give an involuntary rock, as the toy between her legs makes her moan softly. ]

You…

[ A breathless, abnormally needy whimper stops her. ]

Turn it off, Mitsuru please–

[ Nami shudders, the vibrator still going hard against her overly sensitive clit, making it impossible for the last waves of her climax to ebb off completely. ]

[ It's a small wonder that Mitsuru remains lucid enough to grab the remote, still breathless with pleasure as she seizes it and presses the off button. She can't resist wrapping her arms tight around Nami then, pulling her down for a kiss that is treacherously tender, murmuring against her lips with a smile, ]

You look so good like this... I love the way you looked just now.

[ Blissed out, utterly wrecked with orgasm... take your pick. Mitsuru has never seen her fellow redhead quite so flustered and wiped and she can't claim that doesn't like what she sees. She'd never heard her make such needy sounds either, something else she likes. It's beautiful - and utterly alluring, leaving her feeling as though she's been treated to something that few would see or hear from Nami.

She reaches to brush a little of the other woman's tangerine hued hair away from her face, pressing yet another kiss to her mouth. ]

[ Still trembling when Mitsuru pulls her down for a kiss, Nami shifts her weight, settling partly against the other woman's body, as she lets herself get caught up in the breathless gentleness Mitsuru's mouth meets hers with, normally nimble hands almost shaky when one reaches up to cradle the side of the darker-haired woman's face, the unmistakable sensation of the smile Mitsuru hides against her mouth only serving to make her heart beat faster.

Nami will count it as a blessing that she's already flushed, it makes it hard to tell that she's gone faintly redder in the wake of Mitsuru's words, her grin dreamy and lopsided as it lights up her face, as drunken-seeming as the way she shakes her head. ]

Me? Look who's talking.

[ Still struggling to get her heartbeat under control, Nami pulls back from that kiss, half-lidded eyes sweeping over Mitsuru's face before she ducks her head and buries her face against the curve of the younger woman's neck. ]

I'm glad I found you.

[ I'm glad I found you.

Is Nami trying to make Mitsuru blush redder than she has all evening? She's actually glad that she had attended this ridiculous mixer event now and that is really saying something...

It takes her a moment to compose herself enough to gather her thoughts and respond, sighing deeply as Nami buries her face against her. She keeps her arms wrapped tight around the other woman as she murmurs, ]

Likewise.

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