[ whatever nami’s trying for seems irrelevant for the fact of her, rubbing along the length of jinx’s bare body. jinx looses a stuttery exhale, hitching up and then back as nami touches her. she’d had the upper hand with everyone else, boys with big eyes and girls shuddering against the trees. of course nami is different — she was always going to be, more vibrant than anyone from the fissures. more brilliant than most people she’s known, not in some booksmart way but in some essential, wily sense. she gasps her name, when nami bites down on her breasts, catches her nipple between her teeth, a little pain making her pleasure all the brighter.
jinx fists one hand in the grass and the other in nami’s hair, nails carding back to scratch her scalp, fingers twisting to anchor herself. unable to pull hard without that soft start.
i like you makes her head spin, unmoored not in time or space but in feeling. people don’t like jinx. they tolerate her. maybe they love her. they don’t enjoy her humour and company and bitey kisses — ]
I like you, too.
[ low and breathless, tapering off into a whine that she buries in nami’s throat. even her slender finger feels unreasonably good, reaching inside her to find something she thought lost. sweet and slick and easy. jinx pushes to take her to the knuckle and sucks a mark (or two or three) onto nami’s collarbone in between little puffs of breath. ]
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jinx fists one hand in the grass and the other in nami’s hair, nails carding back to scratch her scalp, fingers twisting to anchor herself. unable to pull hard without that soft start.
i like you makes her head spin, unmoored not in time or space but in feeling. people don’t like jinx. they tolerate her. maybe they love her. they don’t enjoy her humour and company and bitey kisses — ]
I like you, too.
[ low and breathless, tapering off into a whine that she buries in nami’s throat. even her slender finger feels unreasonably good, reaching inside her to find something she thought lost. sweet and slick and easy. jinx pushes to take her to the knuckle and sucks a mark (or two or three) onto nami’s collarbone in between little puffs of breath. ]
Nami, I like you so much.