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[theidlemaiden]

[ Then it'll be her pleasure to stoke it. It doesn't matter that she's only just met her or that it's entirely possible the things she's told her are carefully spun confections that have settled sweetly on her tongue. Sometimes you just knew when someone was deserving of something like that and it was a gut feeling that Hilda was more than willing to follow.

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.

[cartographie]

[ That it's along the lines of something she'd say to urge a prospective lover on only serves to send the heat already working through her stoked by the kisses Hilda seems determined to rain down along her skin, straight to her core, ensuring that she's left aching even as she breathes out a low, purred laugh against the other woman's temple. Every pull to her hair and sucking kiss makes Nami's body feel like it's buzzing, eroding her hesitance and drawing her closer, until her chest is flush to Hilda's, and she can feel every spot their bathing suits allow their skin to touch with vibrantly voracious awareness. ]

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.

[theidlemaiden]

[ Hilda has never had a problem asking for things. She just always went about it in a roundabout way and so subtly that others would be inclined to think that helping her out in some way, shape or form was their idea to begin with. But there were rare moments - moments like this with a beautiful woman pressing up into her aching, warm cunt - that she didn't want to be so subtle in her asking.

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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[ It might be that her years spent running cons has made it almost impossible to get Nami into a position where she's the one who is the sucker, but for a girl like Hilda, even though they haven't known one another long, she can already tell it wouldn't be hard for her to get Nami wrapped around her finger in one way or another.

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.

[theidlemaiden]

[ The promise may as well be sealed with a press of Nami's freckled thigh against her cunt. The pleased noise she makes is muffled against her lips and there really isn't much else that she feels has to be said in that moment that can't be shown.

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. ]