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cartographie) wrote2023-12-31 05:30 pm
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[ A bell-like laughter peels from Hilda, pleased that the analogy had somehow still worked its way into the conversation again and isn't met with a groan of distaste. If the sun and the gentle waves weren't infectious enough, Nami is proving to be potent in injecting a lightness into her veins that she hadn't felt in some time. Guilt and doubt tries to push its way to the forefront, asking if she's deserving of an indulgence like this after everything that had happened in Derdriu.
But the whisper of lips and warm breath on her neck has her drawing in a sharp, delighted breath. Whatever passing clouds try to darken her mind float away on the breeze. There's no hesitation as Hilda bares her neck, her flesh pebbling in the wake of Nami's teeth leaving behind faint traces of themselves in a way that she knows will disappear before long.
With their bodies pressed this closely together there's no doubt in Hilda's mind that Nami will be able to feel the strong muscles shaped by hours in the training ground. She's already gleaned that she's too clever not to notice. But instead of shying away to preserve some kind of facade, she relishes in that touch and that exploration, thinking of it as a reward of sorts for being swept. But is it a reward for Nami or herself? The flush on Hilda's cheeks that grows a little rosier suggests it may be both.
Mischievously her teeth tug lightly at the lobe of her ear. ]
Is this going to be a test in patience? Because I'm not - unless there's good incentive to be.
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[ 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.
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[ The very non-serious question is broken up mid-sentence by a brief shiver in response to the feeling of those lips against her ear. But she’s not fussed by it. In fact she seems to relish it, leaning into Nami’s touch all the more like a cat. There’s a grin in her voice as she goes to brush her lips fleeting against Nami’s cheek breathing in the scent of her as she does. ]
Not that I expected any less.
[ A sound of want hums from the back of her throat, Nami’s thigh brushing against hers prompting her to tighten the hold she has in Nami’s hair. Want flares in her belly. She readjusts their legs until Nami’s thighs are wedged between her, pressed lightly against her heat and the fabric between them. The act itself betrays that she’d happily jump head first into this with Nami because what better backdrop would there be than on this boat? Hilda so often wanted things now. Instant gratification may as well have been ingrained into her. And yet she can’t deny that the anticipation of more looming on the horizon is just as tempting. ]
I could make an exception for you.
[ A hand comes to cup Nami’s chin, drawing their lips close but not quite touching. Not yet anyway. ]
If we have to settle on who’s the better sweeper then a little more waiting might not hurt. We could kill two birds with one stone.
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But that's not the point. The harrowing ordeals of the past are far away now, and having Hilda like this makes them, and everything else, seem even more distant somehow, as though in the course of just this meeting, she's managed to fill Nami's awareness effortlessly. Desire cords through her thickly, sparking through her and leaving her cunt aching in that lingering, delicious way that seems to come in tandem with wanting a woman.
That ache flares needily as the hand in her hair pulls more insistently, pulling a gasp out of Nami, who finds herself moving easily as Hilda moves, adjusting the way they're standing, and the heat she can feel pressed flush against her thighs, barely concealed by the fabric of the other woman's bathing suit makes her head swim. ]
Make an exception for me. [ It's Nami's turn to shift, letting a lean, strong, thigh press more insistently against that maddeningly alluring heat, her hands gently grasping at Hilda's hips, both encouraging her closeness and gently leading her to grind against her, even as her fingers curve over the swell of Hilda's ass, the tips of them slipping beneath the edge of her swimsuit, hungry to feel more of her skin. ] Something tells me a tie with you is pretty high marks. [ She adds as the top of her thigh drags up and down that heat, her chin tipping up as her tongue brushes gently over the swell of Hilda's bottom lip. ]
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That gasp is sweet too, making a convincing argument in and of itself.
This push and pull between the two of them, the barely restrained need to do more than just kiss and touch, is addicting. Hilda hasn't drank enough rum to warrant being drunk on it which means there's only one real answer as far as she can tell - it's all Nami's doing. The thought sparks in her, warming her from the inside out just like Nami's skillful lithe fingers make their way under her bathing suit bottoms.
Hilda's hips have a mind of their own, demanding that she fulfil the growing desire bubbling beneath her skin as she sets the pace, pressing into Nami's thigh as she drags herself in time with her. ]
I could say the same about you. But as far as exceptions go - [ Her teeth nip at the navigator's lip, tugging once again at her hair to allow her the space to trail kisses behind her ear, lips and tongue sucking to leave a mark that only Nami will know is there unless someone else looks closely enough. ] Ask nicely.
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Would you– [ She starts, fingers continuing to delve beneath the bottom of Hilda's suit, basking in the warmth of the other woman's skin as they fan out along the swell of her ass, already keen to map the planes of her body while urging her to rock against her thigh, chasing more of that rising heat she can feel radiating there. ] Permit me– [ Nami ducks her head while taking her time picking through that request, her breath catching once more at the next tug to her hair, lips parting as they brush against Hilda's throat, her teeth skimming over skin before ending in a soft nip just at the curve where neck becomes shoulder. Without yielding any of the closeness she's currently relishing greedily, Nami's balance shifts to her other leg, allowing her to lift the thigh situated teasingly between Hilda's giving her more pressure against her folds when she rolls her hips again. ] To be your exception?
[ Her lips are soft against Hilda's skin, gentle as she leaves her own faint mark on the new arrival's collarbone, before lifting her head. She turns enough to steal a glimpse at Hilda's face, before dusting a light kiss to the corner of her mouth. ] I'd ask even more nicely on my knees.
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She wanted Nami to know just how much she wanted her too. Unabashedly, genuinely wanted her.
The way her heart flutters in her chest and the desire and heat to explore Nami's body to the fullest pools between her thighs. It feels a little mean in a way, not just to Nami but to herself too, to tease like this and potentially pull away. Her resolve slips the more the friction between Nami's thigh and the swimsuit rub against her, causing her to become more and more sensitive as their hips roll in time as one.
Minute shudders ripple through her body at every drag and bite of Nami's teeth and as she marks her collarbone, Nami is rewarded with a needy sound from the back of her throat. Hilda hand traces the curves of her body, lashes fluttering as she holds eye contact with her. They skim the top of her swimsuit bottoms, ghosting down the front where lithe fingers begin to stroke her through the black fabric and applying the same pressure Nami presses into her. ]
I could be convinced. [ Her mouth traces the outline of Nami's. ] Especially because I would love to know how I taste on your tongue.
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But especially this way.
Just as it seems like her senses hang wholly on the sound she manages to draw out of Hilda, the light press of fingertips between her legs, seeking out the heat lingering there after being all too easily stoked by every kiss and touch, makes her gasp sharply as her heart gives a resounding thud against her ribs. ]
Promise I'll tell you all about how good you taste. [ She murmurs back before her chin lifts enough to let her lips press against Hilda's. Nami's hands lightly knead the curve of the other woman's ass before moving back up to push her bathing suit bottoms off.
And then, every intention she has to get on her knees and see how many more beautiful noises she can pull out of Hilda is thwarted with the brittle scraping sound of the boat's hull as it drags against a rocky outcropping off to the edges of the beach, where they've drifted without her realizing. ]
Fuck. [ Nami's dismayed rather than pleasured as she pulls away, with a deep frown on her face, heading towards the rail to survey the damage. ]
I think the test is still on. [ She says over her shoulder with a frown, cocking her head towards the marks marring the side of the boat. ] I gotta get this boat stashed somewhere before those bird guys find out and tie me to something.
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Anticipation jolts through her spine when she feels Nami's fingers under the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms, the exposed skin beginning to pebble - but before they can get further, before the fabric can fall away and Nami's sinful lips can encompass her, the sound and Nami drawing away has her blinking in somewhat heady confusion.
It's frustrating of course, but she can't be annoyed at Nami when this isn't her fault. With steady feet she makes her way over to where Nami is, completely missing several fins gliding beneath the waves. ]
Is there something I can do to help?
[ Unfortunately the minute she gets there the boat shifts back and forth as if being pushed on both side. The mermaids from earlier push gleefully against the sides and it isn't long before the boat tips - tossing both occupants overboard. ]