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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. ]

[saults]

[ 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. ]