[ nami volleys back every time, playful words in her pretty mouth, laughter filling her chest. it’s never been like this for jinx — possibly because she’s never had a friend like nami, who would give her a scarf in the cold or hold her through an explosion. who would laugh with her, behind the bar, or admire her handiwork openly (unafraid of how it might harm her). most people don’t even want jinx around in the first place, let alone for a repeat performance.
when nami reveals the punchline, jinx gasps, faux and genuine delight intertwined. her mouth parts as nami kisses her soundly. she tips back to look at her and catches nami doing the same, dopey smile widening. she’s not awestruck like jinx is, unable to accept something so sweet has fallen into her lap, but she looks — mesmerised, maybe, by her strange ways. nami touches her hair, and she almost says it used to be short like yours.
i used to be good like you.
because jinx doesn’t know how to want something without swallowing it whole. her desire threatens to overwhelm, waylaid only by nami’s enterprising touch. ]
Oh — [ surprised by the pleasure that little roll of her hips brings her, magnified by nami’s pitchy whine. she feels helpless, suddenly, unable to deny her. nipples dragging against nami’s chest as she bears down on her again and again, seeking more taction, more friction. her breath shallows, short pants in between haphazard kisses. ] You feel amazing.
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when nami reveals the punchline, jinx gasps, faux and genuine delight intertwined. her mouth parts as nami kisses her soundly. she tips back to look at her and catches nami doing the same, dopey smile widening. she’s not awestruck like jinx is, unable to accept something so sweet has fallen into her lap, but she looks — mesmerised, maybe, by her strange ways. nami touches her hair, and she almost says it used to be short like yours.
i used to be good like you.
because jinx doesn’t know how to want something without swallowing it whole. her desire threatens to overwhelm, waylaid only by nami’s enterprising touch. ]
Oh — [ surprised by the pleasure that little roll of her hips brings her, magnified by nami’s pitchy whine. she feels helpless, suddenly, unable to deny her. nipples dragging against nami’s chest as she bears down on her again and again, seeking more taction, more friction. her breath shallows, short pants in between haphazard kisses. ] You feel amazing.