[ Like always, Nami can never seem to get enough of Mitsuru, always finding herself like this, with her fingertips traveling over one of her friend's curves as the heat between her own legs builds, making her almost voracious in the span of a few heartbeats.

With her hand beneath the bathing suite and running along bare skin, Nami takes her time, as diligent as ever when it comes to working on that increasingly detailed mental map of Mitsuru she's been drafting in her imagination from the first time they met. It's that same relishing attention that brings her mouth to Mitsuru's neck, running kisses down her throat with the same leisurely diligence her hand pays to its descent between her thighs. ]

Play pirates.

[ Laughing low against Mitsuru's throat, one finger delves past her folds to gently connect with the other woman's clit. ]

I could move behind you, let you keep a lookout.

[ It would up the ante to some degree – the thought of fucking Mitsuru with her fingers from behind while she tries to appear at ease if anyone happens to sail past is wildly provocative. Still mouthing lightly over her neck, Nami lets her teeth rake against Mitsuru's skin, breathing hotly against it each time she speaks. ]

What's going to get you the wettest, Mistress?