( it earns her, inappropriately enough, a laugh β almost loud in the space beside jinx's ear, questionably happy and not at all mean. it's not that the bite doesn't hurt, it's not that jinx's teeth aren't tiny and sharp and deadly, it's just that it feels overwhelming better than the pain provided, like having some need met, some itch scratched. a good synchronicity. nami wants to be bitten and jinx has her teeth in her throat, little needles in her mouth injecting heat in nami's veins, twisting her laugh into a sigh, fingers flexing hard under jinx's grip. like a flinch, like a squirm. )
But β ( there's amusement in her voice, even joy, tilting her head to what she can reach of jinx, nuzzling her blueberry hair. ) you guessed it already. ( she squeezes her shoulder against jinx's cheek to unlatch her, just so nami can get in close to her, drawing her panting mouth against jinx's. ) "Again."
( there's a lot about this situation that shouldn't be working for her. she's been bitten before and it was a bad experience, and she's been chained before and it was a bad experience. as it turns out, she's just never done either of those things with jinx, who has an inherent nature to make all things, even zombies and even being hunted, strangely fun. there's an intense bit of eye contact between them, up close and unblinking, and nami has the prey instinct to look away, bow her head, expose her throat, belly up. she argues with it, settling to latch her attention on jinx's hair, free hand stroking it back and winding around one of her braids at the base of her skull, thumbing the smooth plait as she goes downwards. she exchanges hair for jinx's soft skin eventually, matching the dip and curve of her waist, fingers curling around her hip and guiding her in a warm, wet grind against nami's stomach. it makes her whine, teeth sinking into her lower lip, legs restlessly kicking.
eye contact again. jinx has the most startling, strange gaze β affectionately, nami nuzzles into her, much softer this time about offering: )
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But β ( there's amusement in her voice, even joy, tilting her head to what she can reach of jinx, nuzzling her blueberry hair. ) you guessed it already. ( she squeezes her shoulder against jinx's cheek to unlatch her, just so nami can get in close to her, drawing her panting mouth against jinx's. ) "Again."
( there's a lot about this situation that shouldn't be working for her. she's been bitten before and it was a bad experience, and she's been chained before and it was a bad experience. as it turns out, she's just never done either of those things with jinx, who has an inherent nature to make all things, even zombies and even being hunted, strangely fun. there's an intense bit of eye contact between them, up close and unblinking, and nami has the prey instinct to look away, bow her head, expose her throat, belly up. she argues with it, settling to latch her attention on jinx's hair, free hand stroking it back and winding around one of her braids at the base of her skull, thumbing the smooth plait as she goes downwards. she exchanges hair for jinx's soft skin eventually, matching the dip and curve of her waist, fingers curling around her hip and guiding her in a warm, wet grind against nami's stomach. it makes her whine, teeth sinking into her lower lip, legs restlessly kicking.
eye contact again. jinx has the most startling, strange gaze β affectionately, nami nuzzles into her, much softer this time about offering: )
Again.