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I guess I'll slip into something more nonexistent and get comfortable while I wait ♥

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i'll be there soon! ♥

[ she'd been a little nervous about the directions that these truth or dare games could go, but ultimately, some dares aren't proving to be too stressful, especially if she could enact them in ways like this, with people who can very easily get her stomach flopping with the kind of giddiness that comes in being anxious to see them — the way she so easily seems to feel every time she and nami plan to meet up together.

when she changes into a new outfit, she wonders if the skirt is too short, considering the lack of panties underneath, bending forward around in front of the mirror a bit to see just how obvious it is that she's bare underneath. mostly, she wants it to be short for nami's sake, something that can rouse the slick between the ginger's legs even before tifa puts her tongue there, hoping she'll also enjoy the look of those thigh high stockings on her legs too, but she makes sure to be mindful when she goes out into public, aware of the path through the red cardinal she'll need to take to reach her suite.

it's familiar enough at least, having memorized the secret shortcut with how much she's visited the suite since she first received these directions, keeping her arms tucked at her sides to keep her skirt down until she's alone on the staircase, following the way under she reaches that outer garden, taking quicker steps through it to get inside. ]

Nami? [ she calls out, peering around. ] I'm here!

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[ It's been all too easy to let herself become fully smitten with Tifa. A beautiful woman was always going to be a weak point for her, but that earnest, open kindness Tifa has about her unquestionably sealed Nami's fate. It's always the kind ones who manage to get her wrapped around their finger without her even realizing – something that explains a lot about Nami's life back home, as well as the giddy fluttering her stomach's doing while she waits for Tifa's arrival.

Lounging in her reading nook across a plush orange velvet sofa, Nami's barely able to focus on the book in front of her despite the relaxed pose she's arranged herself in. Anticipation keeps her shifting in her seat and making the hem of her own short skirt hike up higher on her thighs as she idly squeezes them together in a vain effort to stave off the first pangs of need already beginning to simmer in her core.

When Tifa's voice breaks the relative quiet of her suite, Nami exhales a deep breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and ]

Over here Tifa!

[ It's a big place, so, just to make sure Tifa doesn't wander for long, Nami takes a moment to drop a pin, so the other woman can find her more easily. Once she does, Nami's eyes go wide with appreciation – the thigh highs are definitely a nice touch, and if she hadn't already been slick beneath her own skirt, she would be just at the sight of her.

Setting her open book down, she grins at Tifa, her cheeks flushing pink in appreciation and desire. ]

You made it all the way here like that? No panties? [ Another hot pang of want rockets straight to her cunt as she asks, her imagination already running away with itself, envisioning Tifa lifting that skirt to let her see for herself. ]

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[ hearing the shout, tifa begins to step forward to try to follow it before she gets the pin on her watch, easy enough to follow its direction through the expansive suite that still sometimes feels a little too big to get fully used to. yet, despite being far larger than her own place which she feels a constant dread of discomfort for its emptiness, she enjoys being able to visit here, for all its unique personality and the way she knows she can find nami here as well (and sanji and zoro too, from time to time).

when she reaches the room, there's a brightness in her cheek, an excited smile blossoming as she gives an anxious bite to her lip, standing in the doorway as she tightens her fingers together in front of her. ]

Just like this. Exactly as I promised. [ she breathes out a small laugh, taking a few slow steps further into the room. ] ... Wanna see?

[ nami's imagination may not be far off, since there's a heartracing thrill in tifa that's already brought here this far, the very kind that's motivated her through every new discovery she's found together with nami. there's new waves of confidence in her when she's with the other girl, the very kind that inspires her to bring her fingers down to the bottom of her skirt, lifting it up to her waist to unveil the entirely naked skin beneath, the soft pink of her bare pussy already showcasing a glint of dampness from the heightening arousal just from sheer anticipation in traveling over here. ]

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[ Arousal aside, Nami's heart skips a beat at the sight of Tifa, as her offer to show her makes Nami straighten in her seat before leaning forward and resting her elbows on her thighs, grinning widely. ]

Of course I do. You really need to ask? [ If anything, she's tempted to show Tifa how bare she is beneath the hem of the short, satiny chemise Nami threw on after promising to change into something less existing. However, with the way she's moving towards the edge of her seat, it's likely Tifa could see anyway if she looked.

Any thought of teasing her is wiped out of her mind as the inviting sight of Tifa lifting her skirt to give Nami a glimpse of her bare cunt, and the moisture only just beginning to cling to her outer folds, takes precedence over anything else. She even forgets about the dare when she gets to her feet, eyes dark with desire and falling half-closed as she strides closer to wrap one arm around Tifa's back while the fingers of her other hand slip between her thighs. Nami's touch is light, smoothing over the shape of her without delving further, the pads of her fingers slicking up with Tifa's wet while she ducks her head and kisses the crook of the other woman's neck. ]

Had to make sure. [ It's then that the tip of one finger presses in, sliding smoothly over Tifa's clit lightly before going still, as though she were waiting to see if Tifa would let her continue to distract her from their game. She's greedy to a fault, but, with Tifa, that takes many different forms. As much as she'll relish dissolving in pleasure under her tongue later, as Nami knows she will, feeling the evidence of Tifa's excitement is just as rewarding. Nami's breath is hot on Tifa's mouth, kissing her hard as the finger still gently pressed against her clit strums back and forth. ]

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[ and tifa is certainly looking, her gaze darting around, unable to decide if she wants to catch the very moment that nami takes a glimpse of all that's bare beneath the skirt or to let her eyes wander to the way the chemise clings gorgeously to nami's body, how a forward shuffle exposes how nami's practically matching her dare with an equal absence of panties, a sight that makes her cunt squeeze with a curious delight, recalling that the dare she'd placed on nami had been the result of her own light greed to place her mouth between those legs.

except it's nami that's moving first, rising to her feet and coming in closer, barely letting tifa get another word in before fingers slip between her thighs and draw out a shaky breath. all it takes is an instant contact of those fingers for her to know that more of that slick will easily be coaxed out to catch on nami's skin, how easily the woman can turn her on with a simple touch. ]

Keep checking all you want. [ she breathes out with a small breathless laugh, one of her hands relinquishing the hold of her skirt to rise and comb into strands of orange hair just in time for nami's mouth to clash against hers. tifa moans into the kiss, eagerly hungry for it from the start, fingers curling gentle at her scalp and lips parts for the helpless chase of hot tongues, her hips giving a light roll to urge the pressure that slides against her clit.

letting go of the skirt completely to let it fall against nami's arm, tifa reaches down between them, equally fueled by a greed that she's only embrace because of the woman in front of her, as she slides her fingers along a thigh to dip beneath the chemise, cupping over the warm mound at the apex of those legs. always so used to uncertainty, she finds herself never drowning in those questions around nami, embolden to see what she wants, the way she's been taught pleasure in so many forms and positions throughout various rooms of this suite. it's why she knows what she wants when her fingers match the testing strokes moving between her own legs, massaging the outer folds of nami's cunt as she urges to catch slick against her fingers, while she chases breathlessly for a passionate kiss. ]