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The true joy of a bad joke was result! Which was usually exasperated groaning or, as evidenced by what she was blessed with: A smile. Naal did, perhaps, come across a bit serious over text, but anyone who went as far as to call the elf "dour" would probably find themselves cursed for the next few days. Then again, she didn't have the most unbiased perspective, did she?

The invitation was barely out in the air before Nariko eased onto Naal's lap as if claiming something that had been waiting patiently for her. If she sat to one side then her legs still fell over the couch, but it was simpler to face the other woman without either of them suffering from the height difference too much. That, and it felt immediately comfy.

"Nowhere else, at all? Not in various positions or maybe in the bedroom, or up against a wall? I'd even be fine with ending up on the carpet." If the facetious joke earned her a smile then the purposefully dramatic wink while sipping at the wine was trying for a laugh, even just a chuckle! "Mm, but kind of? We lived with my mother as children, but I wouldn't say she contributed much. Then that home burned, and Nathan and I lived together for a while, and now he's in boarding school."

Naal shifted as Nariko climbed aboard, getting them nice and snugly settled in.

...and shifted again as Nariko rattled off her suggested alternatives, flushing slightly. Despite having barely sipped her wine she was in a suggestible mood right now, and imagined scenes flitted through her mind as fast as the other woman could describe them.

Rather than a laugh it produced a faux-disgruntled whine, more or less playing along. "You tease. Don't get nice and comfortable and then tell me I could have had better. She hung her head in resignation or perhaps to give Nariko a good disappointed stare... though her half-lidded eyes looked more sultry than anything, and it did put her lips in reach for that kiss Nariko had been hoping for, if she was willing to stretch a bit.

"Who says you can't have any of what I just brought up, and more?" She could never put a value on their ability to simply converse, especially since it wasn't very often that Nariko could be relaxed and honest with someone she barely knew. But they both had a shared ulterior motive, and there was nothing wrong with that. Couldn't be when Nariko found herself half-stuck under those gorgeous eyes.

"Besides, I only tease incredibly intelligent, tempting elves who remind me how stimulating a good discussion can be." The stretch is harmless, Nariko would have climbed a whole forest to lean up and press her lips to Naal's, deceptively soft and harmless. "Now, given that this same woman is also objectively gorgeous and comfy, you should really be praising me for my self control. I decided not to come off as desperate until at least ... Maybe after the second or third round."

Maybe.

"I know I can have it. But you're having fun making sure to wind me up a little first." Naal hardly sounded upset, and her lips brushed across Nariko's softly. But not for long. They were still trading words, after all, and like Nariko she appreciated that both as a slow, relaxed form of flirting and for its own sake. That wasn't to say Nariko hadn't taken hold of her attention, though, and there was a clink as her mostly-full wineglass was set aside on the table so that her hands could encircle her partner's waist.

"Your desperate side is a reward for me to earn, then? I wonder if you'll be even more beautiful like that than you are now." Though her voice was cool, this was the thought that caused her to chuckle. "Ah, what a thing for a daughter of Waes to say. I'm supposed to have presentable friends, not turn them into messes for my amusement."

One of her hands slowly ascended, tracing Nariko's spine through her dress with her fingers and then on into her hair, threading through it gently. Her tone shifted again, to something more openly playful and flirty.

"Wearing anything under there?"

But Naal was particularly fun to go back and forth with because she didn't seem as prone to overreaction. There was a sort of measured approach about her that was endearing, but it poked at the part of Nariko that liked a challenged, that wanted to play around just to see how long she could. It wasn't malicious but she knew that it registered that way, at times, especially with overly serious types. So the touch was a relief, another reminder that everything was still going well.

Which meant that she could sigh pleasantly at that touch, the eventual weight in her hair that saw her eyes closing briefly.

"Oh, of course not," She had to correct herself with a harmless eye roll. "A bra, actually, but only because I wanted them to look their best. Feel free to take that off whenever you'd like." It just went with the dress, mostly, and she was the type to revel in exposing cleavage. Still leaning up, little kisses snuck their way along Naal's jaw, more affectionate and gentle than inherently sexual.

"'Daughter of Waes'?" The wording was ambiguous, hence the question. That could have been her father's actual name, or he might be important, or it could be where she was from, and Nariko lacked the attention span to go for an educated guess.

Naal smiled at the relaxed expression, stroking Nariko's head and making another pass through her hair.

"A good idea. Any time we're talking I'm looking down your shirt." One of the happy consequences of their height difference... and if she'd been planning on expanding on that, Nariko's kisses put an end to it, stilling her tongue and eliciting a little pleased noise.

"That's nice... mm, do you want to hear about my mother right now?"

Gentle or not, having Nariko's mouth at her neck and body nestled against hers was slowly putting conversation out of mind. She was reserved by nature, and there was a part of her that didn't want to have to the wild one, but... she didn't need to extend that to making this into a competition, surely.

"Oh, I knew it!" Look, if Nariko was taller she'd absolutely look down shirts, if even politely and with some level of respect! And while it was a shame to lose whatever else might have been there it was traded for the genuine laughter that followed that question.

"No offense to your mom, but no. If I don't have the focus to make a terrible sex joke, I can't listen to you talk about your family." She really needed to put down her own glass of wine but instead she turns in a little, the couch is big enough to straddle Naal somewhat comfortably.

"You really are beautiful. Have I already said that?" She couldn't remember, but it's worth repeating anyway.

"You've gotten the idea across." The way Nariko looked at her was... nice. "It means a lot, from a woman who has such a sight in her mirror every morning."

Laying it on thick, maybe, but she meant it. Without taking her eyes off Nariko her hand found the glass and took it, setting it aside with her own. Then she had both hands on Nariko's thighs, sliding slowly up and bunching up Nariko's dress as they went. Her touch pressed insistently upward, drawing Nariko to her knees, face-to-face.

The second kiss she pressed to Nariko's lips was longer than their first. The third was harder.

Definitely thick, to the point that even Nariko wondered if she'd maybe come across a little too needy! But that was one split second of thought before she simply basked in said attention, relieved that the attraction definitely wasn't one-sided. A relieved noise followed the loss of her glass, she followed Naal's pull without a second though, pressing as close as she could without interrupting their kiss.

"Guess we're done-" Talking. The pressure was easy to meet, her tongue graced over Naal's lower lip, questioning. Her hands slid over both arms, feeling as much bare skin as possible, though one eventually flitted over and ear, fingers gently dipped into dark hair.

Naal only answered the question by parting her lips, her own tongue greeting the visitor. Like everything else about her it was big, and made for a slightly more obtrusive presence in Nariko's mouth. But it was no less agile for it, and traced and wound deftly around Nariko's.

Talk was definitely over for the time being.

Naal's arms were solid and smooth under Nariko's hands, toned and nearly fatless. Her own hands gave Nariko's butt a little squeeze as they finished bunching her dress around her waist, but feeling the closeness of Nariko's hands exploring her ears and hair, body pressing against hers, it only felt right to do the same. She took Nariko in her arms, hands on her back and in her hair, and held her close with a strength just short of uncomfortable.

But if there was a ranking for people who were especially talented at handling big things then Nariko was likely somewhere up at the top! It certainly wasn't a surprising revelation and she handled it well enough, not even a faint interruption in their flow. She did intend to at least get out where her bedroom was just in case they wanted to move but clearly that was going to have to wait.

And it wasn't all that important when her dress was pulled up, thighs exposed, and true to her word she'd decided against panties, a decision that worked out oh so well, left her groaning thickly as she was groped. Was it wrong of her to enjoy the strength Naal held her with? Hopefully not, something about being embraced made melting into the whole thing feel right, so even if it was desperate her hips rocked a little, controlled motions imitating what she was already beginning to ache for - so maybe Naal had been right on and she was perhaps, maybe, just a little needy.

Close as they were Naal could feel her movements, straining for a touch that wasn't there. But there was no need to be embarrassed by that need; feeling it rise against her, because of her, spread that same feeling to Naal, and she hummed, halfway to a moan, in Nariko's mouth. She shifted, both in a hopeless attempt to relieve the growing tightness in the shorts she wore under her skirt, and to prop up a leg under Nariko, sliding it in between her thighs.

But that was just a stopgap, far from what they both wanted. She let the kiss wind down, giving Nariko's lip a parting tug with her own as she lowered her head, bumping her brow against Nariko's forehead.

"...anywhere else you'd like my tongue? Or would you prefer something a little harder?"

There was no such thing as too much pleasure, or getting enough - once upon a time there had been, but Nariko chose not to revisit that often. Getting even a slight moan from Naal was like a treasure, she wanted more immediately but was ultimately distracted by the near harmless weight between her legs, and how easy it was to grind down on it. To say it was far was putting it mildly, and the once-human huffed as her lips were freed.

"You're gonna make me choose things? How cruel." She certainly enjoyed showing off what her hips could do, a smooth, consistent grinding motion that didn't give her more than breathless gasps for air. But her eyes remained locked with Naal's as she moaned, genuinely wanting, though her wording was teasing, and so was the knowing smirk that came with it.

"Harder!"

If there was ever an opportunity to act utterly cheeky then Nariko refused to pass it up.

Nariko humping her leg had the desired effect. Naal's feelings about that sort of completely unrestrained expression of desire, a lover using her body any way they could, were complicated, but Nariko fell on the right side of the lines she drew. It was a need that made her glad for the opportunity to fulfill it.

She flashed a brief grin, more at the cheekiness on Nariko's face than the words themselves. Yes, it was good to feel needed, but that exuberance made things, well, fun. Naal could be coy, but to her those words had their place only in the particular world that existed between two people who were intimate, physically or otherwise. Shouting her joy to the world wasn't in her, but she enjoyed having a complement who could.

She sprang up from the couch, easily carrying Nariko with her and slinging her over a shoulder. And realized she had no idea how the house was laid out.

"...have a favorite room?"

Because. You know. She might not be leaving it for a while.

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My notifs failed me and I did not see this I'm so sorry!!

they picked a good time for it, I was totally out of it all last week anyway