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[ tifa would easily take that as a flattering tease and, from nami, she would openly accept it all the same, but when it's follows by a sampling of nami's own sketchbook, seeing a familiarity of herself in those drawn lines, she finds herself stilling for a moment, standing that bathroom and gazing down at the sent photo with her breath momentarily caught.

it's not that she doesn't find herself attractive necessarily, even if there's parts of herself she sees flawed just as anyone would of their own bodies, but there's something in being sketched from the other woman's perspective, in the formation of those lines, in the honesty of the kind of sight she's never seen herself in that she somehow finds a lot more beautiful than she might've expected. ]

nami, wow, that's
those look amazing!

[ she momentarily presses her thumb between her lips, teeth gnawing down on it as she tries to slow her thoughts along with the fluttering knot in her belly. ]

is that really what you see when you look at me?

[ Blushing, Nami shifts down in her seat as her lips purse together in a bashful smile at Tifa's response. Just the act of drawing has been a source of satisfaction, a much-needed port in the storm that is being trapped by the casino. And, on a deeper level, after so many years when it wasn't the case; now she can do whatever she wants with a blank book of pages and a good set of pencils or pens. It's a new part of herself she hasn't gotten used to sharing, but reactions like Tifa's make Nami happy that she did this time. ]

No. I did these from memory. There are so many more details to you when I see you in person, the drawings kind of sell it short.

[ She is so stupid for this woman already, send help. ]

How about next time you want to come over, you can spend the night and let me draw you in person?

[ Okay yeah, she does a lot of her drawing when people are asleep in her bed and can't perceive her while it's happening, but Tifa's already proved to be the exception to a few rules this afternoon, what's one more? ]

[ that there's apparently more to what she sees, that everything she sees in that sketch is just a memory, recalled details that so thorough on the page, it's hard to believe she can linger in anyone's thoughts like that. she feels the persistent beat of her own heart thump more strongly, heated excitement bubbling from what almost feels like a confession. ]

i think i'd really like it if you did.

[ it's strange how normally she doesn't always enjoy that kind of close attention, but there's something of a softness in those drawn lines that she can't help but want those eyes to linger on her, to learn herself through nami's perspective, to see her own eyes drawn on the page so honest with the want they carry in looking at nami in return. ]

what if i wanted to come over tonight?

[ It's not until Tifa's reply comes that Nami notices she's been staring at her watch since sending her last question. Glad there's nobody around to catch her, Nami laughs sheepishly at herself, her shoulders relaxing as she exhales a fond sigh. Not liking Tifa was never going to be a possibility. Once the other woman threw a fight for her, Nami would have been ready to watch Tifa's back and help her through the resort as much as she could. The giddiness that leaves her chest feeling both warm and tight, and the easy way Nami has left herself open to this affection, is a wonderful surprise. Much like most things pertaining to Tifa. ]

Then it sounds like tonight is my lucky night. My memory could use a lot of refreshing.

[ she doesn't know why she's so nervous, since nami has never actually rejected having her over at her suite, but maybe it's waiting for that almost expected affirmation that has her skin warm all over. because it's not often that tifa feels comfortable in this resort, certainly not when there's so much to be taken from her at any given moment, and yet anytime she finds herself in nami's company, she feels a different kind of safe, like she can really just be herself in that suite, laying out together by a beach sharing a few drinks or letting their limbs get tangled while they grind their cunts together in a satisfying rhythm.

whatever they seem to do together, tifa really does find that she just really likes nami, every promise of seeing her making her heart thump a little faster. ]

i can definitely give you a refresher. but important question, do you want me over before or after i take this shower? i'm still a little sweaty from the gym.

If you come over now, you can use my big bathtub to wash up. Maybe I'll even wash your hair for you again, since you liked it so much the last time.

[ They both liked where that led to, and if she's honest with herself, even if things went no further, Nami enjoys doting on Tifa. ]

Want me to get anything else ready for you? Something soft to change into? Or a cold drink? Or me?

you really do always spoil me.

[ from the bath to the hair washing to all the other preparation towards making her comfortable. tifa might not thrive on living luxuriously but it means everything to be treated to having nami with her in times like these. ]

i think maybe having you in that tub with me might be all that i need. but only if you let me help you wash up this time too.

You're on. But, for the record, I don't think I'm ever going to turn down any way you want to touch me.

[ Nami shuts her journal and leaves it on the chair in her suite's library, heading through the space towards her private stretch of rooms. Once the massive, stately tub in her bathroom is on its way to being filled, she sends Tifa a picture of herself perching on the edge of it, the comfortable dress Nami's been wearing to idle away the afternoon at home traded for a plush looking towel wrapped tight around her body, enjoying the way it deepens the full curve of her breasts for the photo. ]

Better hurry or I'll have to start soaping up without you.

might be quite a few ways i want to do that, so careful about how much free range you give me.

[ especially when she gets that photo and sees the way that towel tucks around nami, the perfect press of her breasts behind the cotton. it's enough motivation for tifa, to get her own body moving, already racing for the door of her suite to begin making her way over to nami's. ]

only if you don't start soaping up all my favorite places.

Now I'm curious. Which are your favorites?

[ Nami never really needs a reason to feel sexy and desirable, but coming from Tifa, she enjoys the motivation very much. ]

if i told you that, then you really wouldn't have anywhere to apply soap.

[ because truly, she's come to see that there isn't a part of nami she doesn't like. ]

but if i do have to pick, i think your thighs are definitely a start.

Hmm. Then it sounds like the only thing I should be doing, is getting ready to feel your hands everywhere, right?

Really? I think I'd start with your thighs, too.

mostly my hands, yeah. and that's only because all that soap keeps me from using my mouth. probably don't want to lick that up. imagine me trying to be all sexy and catching suds in my mouth. i can probably really turn you up, just coughing that up, right?

[ she laughs to herself, imagining it, knowing that she would probably still be all wrapped up in arousal for nami despite any mishaps. ]

but yeah, i really like your thighs and i love when you're touching mine. but i'd probably have to hold back on rubbing between them too soon because i don't think we'd ever get clean.

[ Considering taking on a little soap for the team was exactly what Nami did that first shower they shared, she just laughs to herself, reading Tifa's message. ]

Instead of using my mouth, I'll take advantage of how slippery my fingers are going to get and use my hands everywhere I want to use my mouth.

Can't wait for you to get here, Tifa.

i'm sure the soap isn't the only thing that's going to make things plenty slippery when you touch me.

i'll try to get there as quick as i can. sometimes i really wish we lived closer together.

Sleep over more. That would solve everything.

that'd just make it that much harder to leave your bed.

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