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[ Mm. She doesn't want the kiss to end, even if realistically it has to. Her eyes are hooded and blown as they search Clorinde's face, a smile on her lips when the other presses kisses on her face, strokes her knuckles along her jaw.

Then, an indignant huff, although the smile never leaves her lips. ]

Like strawberries? Oh, but I wonder whose fault that would be...

Hm, I do wonder myself. [A murmur painting Navia's other cheek, soft and lingering like it's the balm Clorinde needed to unwinding from the long, trecherous day. She may have found herself softened and a bit raw at the ends, with how many cute children came by to have Furina's autograph signed, and how she'd always be relegated to a spinster, as the most proficient Champion Duelist of Fontaine.

To feel wanted is good compensation.

Quickly, a warm chocolate-coated wedge of orange taps Navia's lips.] That could be fixed.

Ha— ah?

[ Before Navia can even fully understand what's happened, a wedge of chocolate-coated orange is pressed against her lips, and her eyes lift to Clorinde's face, teasing and fond, yet twinkling with her own mischief as she parts her lips for the treat— being sure to catch the tips of the other woman's fingers briefly between them as they close.

Her eyes close too as she chews, and when they open again, that teasing smile is back, her tongue catching a stray smudge of chocolate from her lower lip. ]

...I suppose there's only one way to see if that fixed it, no?

Little coquette, [she murmurs fondly. It figures that Navia would be so upfront and taunting, the feeling of her mouth on her fingers ricocheting against Clorinde so strongly she feels shivers in the warm water. She wastes no time, leaning in to swipe at that smudge of chocolate from her lip with her tongue, laving attention to the texture of it like it helped her memorize it, before tipping her head further and kissing Navia fully again with a sigh.

Any moment imagining what it would feel like to press her own lips to Navia's and she had thought it would be riveting, a thrill, something akin to the thrum she has when she duels. Now, with her perfect face cradled between her hands, Clorinde feels calm, peaceful, as though this is nothing but inevitable and safe.]

Hm, [Thoughtful, but also partly sated, when she draws back just enough to make sure Navia is comfortable in the tub.] I think I need another taste test.

[ Of course, Navia is more than thrilled at the fond nickname bestowed on her in this moment by the other woman. If a coquette is what she needs to be to keep Clorinde's eyes on her, so be it— seeing the other's soft smile is more than its own reward.

(Although the kiss that follows is equally delightful)

Navia's head tilting willingly into the reach of Clorinde's mouth, her fingers returning almost immediately to the other woman's face— and then dropping again when the kiss ends just as quickly, the duelist drawing back to look at her...

——another taste test, she's saying, and Navia just laughs, a melodic and delightful sound borne of the overwhelming giddiness of the moment. The little caution still holding her back is thrown to the wind, and she moves, gliding (as well as one can in a bathtub) to close properly the space between them, arms winding around Clorinde to pull her close. ]

Then taste, [ she whispers, and kisses her once more. ]

[With some care so as not to splash everything around them and keep the water still warm (they should probably turn on the tab again and let it drain just a bit to renew its warmth, considering neither of them has a pyro vision), Clorinde pulls Navia close to sit across her lap, keeping the both of them close and tucked against one another. She smiles into her lips, sighing softly with a chuckle, the blonde's smile electric and contagious, as it always is.]

Navia… [She murmurs, kissing her along her jaw, along her neck, and then pausing at the juncture of her shoulder with a sigh. She doesn't want to get too carried away, and this is easily becoming perhaps a bit too heated.] You will tell me if this is too much, yes?

[ Clorinde's words are met with a curious tilt of Navia's head— or they would be, were her jaw not currently the prisoner of those soft lips— and then her neck, and her shoulder, and the blonde is smiling like the cat that got the cream the whole time because she can feel the other woman's warmth under her, holding her close

(and the part of her that has held a crush on Clorinde since they were both just girls is giddy with the excitement of being in Clorinde's lap, something she's wanted for so long)

and it's all she can do to shake her head slightly, to cup a hand to the other's cheek and tilt her head back into another kiss, something firmer than before, edged with every ounce of Navia's desire for her— she doesn't pull back until she's panting, sapphire eyes serious and blown out as they peer down into purple. ]

Don't you know? It could never be too much, with you.

[It's not the fruit, or the chocolate, but the taste of Navia in her mouth that she could easily get addicted to. Clorinde sighs into the kiss, flushed from the warmth of the bath and eyes heady with the motion of their lips, even if she feels like counting every little freckle on her nose, every eyelash on her lids. They part for Navia to claim something that rattles to her core, her blue eyes deepened, her pout a cherry red.

The only warning shot that Clorinde gives her is the clench of her fingers around her arm, around the curve of Navia's waist, as violet becomes violent and her mouth claims hers once again. The duelists fingers find a thigh and stroke along the length of them, then up her side, humming and marvelling at how smooth her skin feels.]

[ It happens in a flash of the Electro of which Clorinde is so fond; a tightening of fingers around her, a shift in the other's expression, and then her mouth is claimed, the duelist's fingers searching along her skin— the chance is gone to return the comment, to ensure Clorinde is alright with anything Navia might do,

and yet from the way those fingers skate up along the side of her waist, the blonde thinks that maybe she never needed to check.

Emboldened by the sweet hum on the other woman's lips, Navia follows suit, her own fingers exploring pale skin, tracing up over the curves of Clorinde's breasts. Her tongue laps along the other's lower lip as a thumb swipes over one nipple, then draws back to roll over it, feeling it pebble and stiffen under her touch. ]

[Clorinde may as well be an instrument. Navia's touch thrums her alight, enough to have her stifle a gasp with a light bite to her tongue, raking her teeth along it and leaning in further to suckle at it, beckoning her to deepen their kisses. They lead her to something warm and hazy, eyelids growing heavy with the motion of their lips, and Clorinde's hand skates down to Navia's thigh, squeezing it meaningfully, and then tugging it closer so she can lean low while pulling Navia a bit higher, grace the boss's breast with a kiss, then a nip to her nipple, soothing the ache of it with her tongue.]

[ Oh. Navia is beginning to see very quickly how Clorinde consistently comes out as the victor in her duels. She is possessed of a determination and an ability for reprisal that the blonde can only envy; as the teasing touches she offers are responded to with kisses and bites, her breath catches and her head tilts back, a soft moan uttered to the air in response.

The thigh tugged closer to Clorinde shifts to hook around her, bringing them impossibly closer as the fingers of one of Navia's hands trail down the duelist's side, exploring every inch of skin that she can reach. The other hand, unbidden, winds its way into her hair, threading through those tied up strands and holding her close. ]

Do that again, [ she whispers, the words airy with breathlessness. ]

[She looks up, counts at Navia's dusty blonde eyelashes, and pays the same attention to her other breast, admiring the beautiful column of her neck as she leans her head back.] Your wish is my command.

[She teases, thinking that for a moment, at least, she has some sort of leverage for all the times that Navia has thrown her off-kilter. Her skin is soft under her mouth, warm, and her fingers find her thigh to be pliable under her touch. Clorinde could do this all day.]

Mn... tease—

[ She knows what Clorinde is doing— and at least for now, it's working; Navia is off her game, head tilted back and soft sounds murmured to the air in return for each kiss, each touch bestowed upon her body by the other woman. Even as the teasing words make her laugh, her back arches to lift her breasts against the duelist's mouth, and her breath trembles with each soft sound. ]

I— I confess this wasn't, mm, quite what I had in mind for this bath—

[ No, but she had absolutely intended to seduce Clorinde, only to find herself seduced in return, turned to moldable clay in the other's hands. ]

What did you have in mind?

[Switching sides to press nips, bites, and lave care with her tongue, leaving a low necklace of bites across her chest that Navia would have to hide but that Clorinde would love to see raised in that corset of hers, Clorinde would be lying if she wasn't curious. This is all a surprise to her. She hadn't expect Navia, of all people, to try and seduce her. She all but had thought they were friends, still tentatively reaching back to what they were before.

But now, with her skin in her mouth and her fingers trailing on the inside of her thighs, around the swell of her hips, Clorinde knows that perhaps it's best to leave what once was alone, and begin something anew.]

[ For a few moments, Navia's only response to Clorinde's question is a tilt of her head, a soft series of sounds, a tighter coil of fingers in her hair as she processes not only the words, but the ministrations the other woman is bestowing upon her, stealing her breath with each touch of lips and teeth and tongue.

The funny thing is that to Navia, "reaching back to what they were before" was a girl who had such a crush on another that sometimes it hurt to look at her. And as for "tentative"... well, the blonde was done with that when she lost so many important people in such a short time. Tomorrow isn't guaranteed, so... ]

Why, I was going to seduce you, of course. [ She laughs, because it sounds quite silly when she's molded to the other's every desire. ] Instead, I seem to have found myself rather... seduced.

[If Navia feels a huff of breath skimming over her chest, then that's because Clorinde is laughing, too, her eyebrows arched, surprised but not affronted, by the Boss's plans.] Were you truly?

[Still, despite her shock and her stopping the ministrations of her mouth, resting her chin on her damp skin to look up at those beautiful blue eyes, her hands slip up the inside of Navia's thighs until her fingertips only skim the crease where they meet the pelvis.] Is that such a bad thing?

Don't laugh at me! [ It's a complaint made even as Navia laughs again too, her gaze alight with warmth and pleasure both. When the other woman rests her chin against her to look up at her face, Navia's fingers uncoil from her hair, gently draw down over her face, her lips.

And in response to that question, she shakes her head, lips parted in a soft sigh as she feels the drag of the other woman's fingers against her skin, so close yet so far— ]

It's a little surprising... but it's not bad. [ Emboldened by the (relative) pause, her own hands seek Clorinde's sides, sweeping along the skin and under the curve of her breasts in slow caressing touches. ] I suppose we will simply have to seduce each other.

[Told not to laugh, and she does still, soft titters across the delicate goosebumps over Navia's skin, even as Clorinde leans her face against the tips of her fingers, her mouth parting slightly upon the skimming of her breasts.

Her own slip further upwards, tracing along the brim of Navia's folds. Part of her is marveling that she is even doing such a thing, at the pliable texture under her touch, thinking how much of a shame it is that they're both submerged, as she would have liked to know how damp she'd be if they were not.

How silly, that they're both encouraging each other on. Like there's actually something to be scared about.

(There's everything and nothing all at once.)] Well, then, you need to catch up.

Oh, mon coeur— I will have you know you are a tease—

[ But it isn't a true complaint, not when there's a soft gasp on her lips at the way those deft fingers trace along the outside of her folds, her teeth pressing softly into her lower lip as her eyes, hooded, peer across at the other woman.

But two can play, and Navia isn't one to be bested, especially when challenged like that. ]

I will not merely catch up.

[ Her hands lift, moving to Clorinde's hips and guiding her up and out of the water until the older woman is sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Navia kneeling between her legs and smiling. Only then does she lean in, hands gently pushing on the inside of the other's thighs to part them a little more widely and her tongue slipping between her outer folds, lapping a slow, long streak up the length of her slit. ]

[Everything is a whirlwind, and Clorinde thinks that this is it, Navia is pulling back, moving away and then moving her off the water, her body covered in goosebumps as the cool air coats her wet skin, and she's bracing herself for the eventual, if unusual, rejection.

Perhaps Navia was expecting her to leave the bathtub and leave to think about the subject. Perhaps she needed to think about them before even proceeding this playful teasing.

Except, Navia does linger, her bright blue eyes glimmering with both drive and challenge and an eagerness that strikes foreign even for her, and—

Clorinde's mind may as well have short-circuited. Perhaps she even does so, with her own wielding of electro becoming a hazard not for the first time. Her thighs clench around the blonde's pretty little face, a shot of pleasure through her spine, suddenly the cold air forgotten and the heat between her legs the only thing she can focus on.] Navia—!

[ If Navia had known the other woman would doubt herself so strongly, she might have stopped to explain herself first. But as it is, she's ignorant even as her tongue slides over Clorinde's heat, even as the other woman cries her name in a way that makes the blonde feel as if her spine is on fire.

She's not quite expecting the sudden clench of thighs around her face— although it's certainly better than an accidental electro-charged reaction on the surface of the water— and the duelist is rewarded with a muffled "oh!". But she recovers quickly, pulling back just slightly to offer her a wicked smile before shifting in closer once more.

With a smile, Navia repeats her motion from before: once, hands pushing a little more firmly; twice, with a low hum as she finds the taste of the other woman on her tongue; on the third time, she focuses on the other's clit instead, lapping a few times over the small nub before taking it between her lips to suck. Sapphire eyes watch the other's face the whole time, seeking her reactions. ]

[It figures that Navia would do whatever she wills herself to do, have her way, unruly to the end and bright as a shooting star while doing it. The Duelist's reactions are muted, but only because Clorinde is lightning-fast at covering half of her face with her hand, stopping even the slightest, whisper-like gasp as Navia dives back in to do these wicked things to her. It's all overwhelming, with how cool the rest of her body feels to narrow down all of her senses to the toe-curling warmth where the blonde presses her tongue into.]

That's—[a full-bodied shiver interrupts her, Clorinde's fingers bracing herself on the brim of the tub instead coming to clutch at her shoulder, trimmed nails digging in. It's too much, it's too little, it's everything Clorinde has wanted and yet didn't know about.] So much.

[ So much, Clorinde says, and Navia understands instantly what that means, smiles wickedly at the muted sounds on the other's lips, hums in pleasure at the soft spike of pain in her shoulder as the duelist's fingernails dig into the skin.

But— mm, there's something about this she'd like to change. Wordlessly, she pulls back from between the other's legs, raising herself a little higher so that she can pull Clorinde's hands away from her face, swooping in to capture the other woman's mouth with hers for a moment. Her tongue traces the outline of the duelist's lips, teeth nipping gently at plush pink, before she pulls back once more, blue eyes seeking Clorinde's purple. ]

Don't cover your mouth, ma bichette. [ The words are breathed between their lips, another small kiss pressed onto her mouth. ] I want to hear you.

[ With that said, she shifts again, kissing a line down over Clorinde's breasts and naval, wet and needful, until she reaches her core again, picking up where she left off with short, quick flicks of her tongue against her clit. ]

[If Navia meant for her mind to unwind and relax and become a heady haze of warmth and pleasure and the feelings fluttering and tickling at her ribs and lungs, then she's succeeding, her toes curling with shivers and her core so tightened to keep herself upright on the brim of the tub as an afterthought of mere survival instinct and not moving away from Navia's wicked, wicked tongue.

And yet, here's the Rose coming up to kiss her, and she can taste herself in the softness of her lips, in the wetness of her tongue, and Clorinde clutches at her face to devour all of it, humming at the way she feels so heated with her flushed cheeks under her fingers.]

Ah—! [Cradling all of the strands slipping out of Navia's bun with care, the duelist is still relatively quiet even while she gasps]. I'm… going to fall off if you continue.

So fall off, [ Navia whispers against Clorinde's heat, before she realizes that the other woman probably means fall off the bathtub and not the edge of desire. She's quick to adjust, pulling back and lifting both hands to wrap them around the other woman's torso, one hand pressed firm against the small of her back, the other cupping a handful of her ass. Navia's hold is strong, but she knows it won't be enough— so, focusing her thoughts briefly on her Vision, piled with her folded clothes atop the cabinet, she calls a structure of pure Geo into being behind the other woman, forming something of a chair out of the side of the bathtub so she need not worry about falling. ]

There. Now you'll fall off only in the right ways.

[ And she presses a teasing kiss to the corner of Clorinde's mouth before dipping right back between her legs, hands now free to push them apart further as her tongue alternates from quick, kittenish licks to slow laps across the whole of her wetness.

Then, with a hum, her lips close around her clit, sucking and flickering, as she shifts one hand to rub a finger over the other's entrance, pushing just barely in, eyes seeking approval before she continues. ]

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