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[belialedge]

[ From one criminal to another, he cocks a brow when she mentions "holding her breath". If he were any more comfortable in his seat, he'd have a leg crossed, his chin resting in his fist like he was on a throne. Their banter had always lead the way to fun, and a certain level of trust that was difficult to shake between them. Nami's done a damn good job in awakening plenty in him over their tenure at the resort. It was only fair that she saw the fruits of her labour, right? ]

Guilty as charged. You gonna take me in and do something about it?

[ Who knew just how many Berry the Grim Reaper would be worth if he were a wanted man across her waters, but here at the Golden Peacock, there was a wholly different bounty to be had, wasn't there? And he's playing into this all too swimmingly as he can just envision the look on her face while he feeds her pretty little head with ideas. That is, until she manages to crack him in true Ragna fashion with that last remark, his voice clipping before he clears his throat. ]

And have it leak out to the rest of the resort?? Please.

[ Excitement stirs when he hears her pressing the LUST button, lazily leaning over towards the button beside his couch and slapping it himself. As the partition falls, and nothing is dividing them but a crumpled wall and what fleeting restraint is left, there's a challenging, equally darkened smirk that crosses his lips as his gaze holds to her. ]

I want them all to myself.

[ All of her, really. But the point still stands. They were talking about his dick and her boobs. ]

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[ Draining her glass before she rises to her feet from the sofa she's been comfortably situated on, Nami's eyes narrow almost smugly as Ragna tells her he wants her breasts all to himself and moves towards him, nodding slowly. ]

We've got time, let's find out how much you get to yourself before it runs out.

[ Though, in truth, she feels very confident she'd be able to pull rank and buy them more time if it came down to it.

However, one thing at a time. Egging Ragna is fun, no matter how Nami chooses to go about it, and now that she's gotten teasing him about that essay out of her system, she can tease him about other things. Ending up like this at the resort is an eventuality, but with Ragna, resort imposed encounters like this one are downright fun. Her appreciation shows in the quietly wolfish grin she fixes him with as Nami comes to a halt, her legs parting just enough to bracket his thigh, ensuring it's an unmistakably inviting gesture when she nudges him gently with the side of her knee. ]

Does that mean you don't want me to undress for you? Not that I've ever minded giving you the honor. [ Or just push the clothing in his way aside, as he'd done with her bikini in the locker room, much to her enjoyment. ]

[belialedge]

[ Slamming his drink in kind, he lets out a rougher, almost longing sigh as his suit preys upon his body's lusts. Causes him to already begin to stir with excitement when she eyes him almost smugly upon approaching. ]

If they even think of knocking, they're gonna have to wait.

[ He was no royalty, but his rank also meant that he might have the ability to sway the staff if they really needed extra time. Listen. The House demands they collect cards? Then they better not RUSH them! That was his excuse to them, when in actuality it was just all the more fun to keep playing with her. They could harbour two sides of themselves in one another. Mutual prisoners that yearned for freedom, a good laugh and shared drinks, and to scratch that itch in one another that was oh-so-hard to find anywhere else. If they were playing and biding their time?

They were going to have fun while doing so. So when Nami brackets his thigh, his own hands wasting very little time in riding up the back of her shirt when she asks if he doesn't want her to undress for him. A cant of his head with those mismatched red and green eyes locked with hers, he dares to start lifting up the back of her top. Slowly. Teasingly as one hand decides to take appreciation of that ass parked so neatly on his thigh. ]

Maybe... The more of a show you give me, the better result you're gonna get outta me by the time I'm hard.

[ He wants to know what she's wearing under that top. What kind of bra? Was she even wearing one? How heavenly was she going to look by the time she was arching with those breasts in his face? The bigger the build-up, the better the result, he finds. Because it was taking all of his willpower right now not to just push clothing aside for them to solve their mutual problem again. ]

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[ Encouraged by the hand palming the curve of her ass, Nami lets her pussy press against Ragna's thigh despite the layers of material between their bodies before grinding slowly. As she teases herself, she reaches for him, deft hands pulling his pants open before one slides inside to fist loosely around the thick base of his cock. ]

Sounds like a fun challenge. [ Her shoulders bow, back arching against the hand traveling up the curve of her spine, eager heat spreading through her body as Ragna's fingers move over the soft fabric of her bra, encouraging the hand on his cock to flex, her palm massaging that hardening, heavy length as she guides him out of his pants.

The sight and feel of his cock feeds into the slowly building pleasure the pressure between his thigh and her cunt fills her with. Without thinking Nami's hips roll a little faster against his thigh as her hand travels up, cupping over the swollen crown of his cock to slick her palm up with the pre beading there while the tips of her fingers tease the flared edge of his head, running under the underside as a breathy moan tumbles past her lips. ]