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[ Why does she does this to herself? Oh yeah, she likes it. ]

Gotcha.

[ It only takes a few minutes before there's a knock-knock-knock. She's here! ]

[ Still wearing what she was in the picture, Nami pulls open the door and greets Red with a smug grin. ]

You sure didn't make me wait.

[ She hesitates for a moment, just long enough for her eyes to sweep over Red's face, seemingly making up her mind before stepping forward. The smile on her face curves deeper as she lets her fingers sink into the other woman's hair, carding through it while she bridges the space between them to kiss her. ]

What, did you want me to?

[ Red retorts with a flush rising in her cheeks. She can tease back a little, but it always flusters her a little. Although right now there's not much else to think about, especially with the way Nami looks at her and the way she steps in and-

Oh.

She sinks against Nami with a little sigh, arms wrapped around her frame, a hand cradling the small of her back as she kisses her in response. Needy wand a little wanting. Maybe this place is getting to her. Maybe sometimes she just wants something intimate. ]

[ As much as Nami would probably tease Red with an answer to that questions, right now her actions are speaking far louder than words ever could.

Her body relaxes against Red's, relishing the feeling of the other woman's arms around her even as she steers them both out of the doorway and into her room before blindly kicking the door closed behind them. ]

Already helping me warm up. [ Among the many cons of being a statue for months – she's been left perpetually cold after her time as a piece of stone. Closeness like this helps, and the desire that just kissing Red sends through her sure doesn't hurt either.

Nami playfully nips at Red's bottom lip before she breaks away far enough to grin at the other woman, one eye flashing closed in a wink as her hands fall from the other woman's hair to travel down the sides of her body, her touch almost greedy as she palms her hips. ]

Lay down with me? We have a lot of lost time to make up for. [ And frankly, she already couldn't wait to get her hands, and her mouth everywhere Red would want to be touched. ]

[ This feels nice. Even if she has mixed feelings about this place, even if she doesn't really know where this all ends, she's glad to be here right now. Glad to have her arms around Nami, glad to feel her lips, to taste her, to feel her warmth. There's a lovely intimacy to this that settles and spreads and makes her love it that much more. ]

Happy to help you with that, sure.

[ She laughs, a little breathless, and then she leans in to kiss her one more time. She doesn't linger for the moment - something quick against her lips, then against her chin and her throat as she gives her middle a warm squeeze. Then she finally tugs away and heads for the bed, starting to tug her shirt up and off. She's not going to wait, apparently. ]

[ Nami's quick to trail after her, and even quicker to run her hands up the newly exposed skin on Red's back as she comes in close from behind, helping the other woman tug her top off before she ducks her head and presses a kiss to her shoulder. ]

When I woke up in that hallway, I wasn't sure who would remember me. [ She pulls away long enough to tug her own lacy tank off, and rest a knee on the mattress as her hands settle on Red's hips to pull her into bed with her. ]

Guess I got really lucky. It would be terrible if you didn't remember me like this.

[ Once they're comfortably arranged on the bed, Nami draws close again, kissing her again in earnest as her hands travel up the line of Red's body before curving over the shape of her breasts. ]

[ The lingering touch of lips against her back makes her ribs expand and then contract as she breathes deep. Her hand goes back, trying to find Nami - her hip, her hand, something to hold onto and tug her close. Especially when she hears her words. And then she's clambering into bed with her, following as she;s tugged along. She murmurs something in response. ]

I'm glad to have you here, honestly. Better than the alternative. And better than seeing you around as a statue...

[ Then a kiss and another and she fits herself to her, chest against chest. It's a snug little cuddle. Something with a lot of lingering touch and some open-mouthed, wet little kisses against her chin and her throat and then her chest- ]

[ Moving with Red, Nami utters an appreciative little hum as the other woman lets their bodies fit together so cozily. She wraps her legs around Red's hips, urging her even closer, while her hands continue to travel down the other woman's body. ]

You won't hear any disagreeing from me about that. [ A more modest person would be embarrassed about the fact that her statue had been ferried around the resort and displayed here and there, but Nami isn't modest, merely exasperated by the idiocy of the longer term guests.

She keeps one hand gently caressing the swell of Red's breast, the tips of her fingers teasingly light as they skim over her nipple, while she brings the other one up to Red's cheek to guide her into another kiss. ]

[ The kissing is nice. Really nice. So is the touch of fingers against her breast, the feeling of their warm bodies fitting together. It's an exhilaration. A moment of connection that she finds she really, deeply wants in this moment. She laughs against Nami's lips and then down, tracing lower, lower, letting her lips close around a nipple so she can bite gently, suckle until she can hear Nami make a noise.

That's what she wants right now. To hear Nami. To feel her. To listen to her heartbeat. ]

[ Oh, she has missed this. The attraction Nami has always maintained for Red makes it easy for her to forget everything but the urge to tumble into bed and lose herself in every kiss and touch exchanged between them. Being gone, even for a short time, just makes these feelings all the more apparent.

Grinning at the sound of Red's laugh, her eyes flutter open, watching the other woman as she lets her lips travel downwards, shivering at the feeling of kisses on skin until the warm heat of Red's mouth catches a nipple, the sharp sweet sensation of teeth potent enough to make Nami gasp and reach down so she can comb her fingers through Red's hair, wordlessly encouraging more, as a jolt of desire flares through her. ]

[ This is giving in, in a way. She's not sure she cares at the moment, though. Instead she presses little kisses against her skin. There are fingers in her hair and her own hands wander. Squeeze a hip, trace little circles against a thigh. She wnats to feel all of it - her warmth, the slide of skin on skin. There's comfort in this. Intimacy without expectation, in a way. Comradery. How else does she describe it?

A hand gets a squeeze against the curve of her rump and she laughs, eyes flicking up to meet Nami's, smile growing. ]

It's been a while, huh?

[ Camaraderie is the perfect word for it. And, had Red said as much aloud, Nami would have been quick to agree with her. In lieu of that, however, she'll just grin at the sound of the other woman's laughter, and let the hand in Red's hair fall to brush against her cheek instead, when she lifts her head to meet Nami's eye again.

The question makes her flush and nod as she uses the hand on Red's cheek to guide the other woman to lean up just enough that she can half push herself up, bend forward and kiss her gently without giving up any of the feeling of Red's warmth against her body. ]

Next time, let's not wait so long.

I'll do my best not to keep you waiting.

[ And Red... isn't totally surprised to feel she means that. She's a genuine sort of person, at heart. But it's a little surprising to feel it slip out that naturally. When she'd first arrived here she'd never really thought that the people here would make her feel as at ease as she does right now with Nami.

She kisses her softly. Gently. Red's arms squeeze around her - and then she turns the gentle moment a little "harder" with another firm squeeze against her body and she eases her thigh between Nami's legs, rocking against her with a little sigh. ]

[ Like Red, Nami isn't the type to wear her heart on her sleeve. It takes a lot to get past the defenses she's spent most of her life building, but when they're alone together, it's strangely easy to let herself soften up.

The gentle warmth that kiss between them flares into the first pangs of heat when Red's thigh presses against the crotch of her panties. Nami feels her hips rocking in response, the movement slow, but firm, wanting to chase after the first twinge of pleasure. ]

I'll hold you to it. [ Nami teases, as her hands fall to Red's hips, fanning out over the curve of them while her lips kiss a hot trail down the other woman's neck, her hips still rolling slow, grinding against the pressure. ]

[ Feels an urge to just go. To be fast. To claw and bite and rough - but she wants to savor this. She wants to have Nami, to taste her lips, to treasure the warmth of her body. There's a lot there to have, to want. So she focuses on the now, on this slow movement of them together. She rocks back; grinds and presses and feels the heat rise. She kisses her in reply, lips finding an ear, her temple, her cheek, wanting more from her. She grinds down; a little harder, a little faster, laughter hot and warm against Nami's skin. ]

Good.

[ As Red moves her thigh, Nami rolls her hips in time, the pleasure building through her urging her on, encouraging her to run her hands down the other woman's body, stopping to knead her breasts, tugging teasingly at her nipples while she gives Red's throat a nip, before one travels lower.

Another pang of want crackles through her, making her gasp against Red's skin as her hand finally slips beneath the other woman's panties, first to tease over her outer folds before delving past them so she can press the pads of her fingers against Red's clit, rubbing back and forth in time with the motion of her hips. ]

Fuck you're gonna make me soaked, you know that right?

[ All Red can do for a long moment is groan softly against Nami's skin. The heated feeling of skin against skin, the brush of fingers, the slickness against Nami's hand - it's a moment of overwhelming sensation that has her trembling, her teeth leaving a suckling little kiss against her throat. A mark to remember her by (for at least a few days). She swallows hard, hip rocking hard against her hand. There's a throaty, husky little laugh and she tries to slide lower, trying to get her lips around a nipple. ]

That's the point, right? Feel like I'd be fucking up if I didn't.

[ While kissing the other woman is always nothing short of wonderful, she relishes in the feeling of Red's mouth moving lower on her body, both the steady roll of her hips, and the fingers she strokes Red's clit with quickening slightly in response. ]

No way you could fuck this up. [ She counters breathlessly as the friction of her cunt against Red's thigh makes her shiver as a fresh twinge of pleasure flares through her. ] You're too good at fucking me for that.

[ Red makes a small noise - something a touch higher pitched before it trails into a sigh as she feels fingers stroke against her clit. She feels as if she's throbbing; on edge, as if the slightest touch might make her crack somehow. She breathes deep, nuzzling between Nami's breasts, and then trails lower, kissing at her belly, then a thigh - it's pretty clear where she's headed, even if she has to tug herself away from the fingers between her legs. ]

I'll take your word for it.

[ She laughs and then her fingers tug at panties so she can drag her tongue over her lips, getting her first taste... ]

[ As much as Nami would be very happy to come just like this, grinding hard on Red's thigh while her fingers bring her friend to climax, but when Red's mouth roves lower, she can't stop her body from arching towards her.

Inhaling a sharp shaky breath, her thighs part wider as the first brush of Red's tongue sends shivers through her body. ]

Oh, oh fuck, Red.

[ Red's response is a throaty little laugh; something affectionate and lovely and she drags her nose against her lips and then up, nudging against the bud of her clit as her tongue delves against her in turn. A slow lick and then another, darting between her - tasting her - and then trying to work a little a deeper. Her fingers squeeze against her thighs, clutching her closer, not wanting to let her go anywhere anytime soon.

Not that she thinks Nami wants to go anywhere. ]

[ That nudge to her clit, and the deliciously slow feel of Red's tongue running over her folds, makes her gasp the other woman's name again, as pleasure jolts through her. Chasing after that sensation, Nami feels her hips tipping up, her thighs parting further as Red's tongue works deeper, eager for more of it. ]

Don't stop– [ Not that she thinks Red would, it's just that in the heated haze of lust it's become very important that Nami try and express how much she doesn't want her to, regardless. She reaches down, carding her fingers through Red's hair while she looks at her through lust-darkened eyes. ]

[ The heated gasp of words really does serve as an encouragement to Red. There's something absolutely delightful in the way that she says them and Red's response is an answering little hum, her fingers gripping a little harder as she tilts her head, eyes flicking up to meet Nami's for a moment before she returns her focus to dragging her tongue into her, pressing the tip against her upper wall in a bid to make her gasp again. There is joy in making someone feel pleasure and Red savors every last moment of it. ]

[ When Red looks up towards her face, she'll see Nami flushed and breathless, but still grinning right back at her, her teeth biting her lower lip gently before another pleasured shiver works through her, making her eyelashes flutter closed as she tips her head back. As if to echo her riding need, Nami's back arches, lifting her closer to Red's tongue as the other woman's tongue slides into the hot slick of her cunt, the feeling of it enough to draw more than just one gasp from her, no amount of biting her lip managing to stop the moans escaping her. Those soft sounds, and little whispers of Red's name, sliding easily past her defenses as the tension pooled in her core spools dangerously tight.

Still brushing her fingers through Red's hair, Nami manages to be mindful enough to keep it out of her friend's face, despite the dangerously close orgasm she's being hurtled towards. ]

Fuck, I'm getting so close. [ She gasps, squirming needily against the other woman's tongue. ] Red, you're going to make me come for you.

[ Red is completely enamored of Nami - her taste, her scent, the sounds she makes as Red's tongue and lips drag over and against her, tasting her and making Red's own pulse leap and hammer as she feels the heat and slickness against her lips, her chin, her tongue. Her grip tightens, as if she's afraid that Nami might wriggle away from her - as if she might be denied the taste of her lover as she tries to get closer and closer still.

The words - you're going to make me come for you - earn an acknowledging little groan and then she slides a hand up between her legs to slide a pair of fingers into her cunt, her tongue focusing on the little sensitive nub of her clit now. If she's going to make Nami come, it's going to be a good one. ]

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