Tifa flushes at that. It's not embarrassment this time. It's anticipation, and something like flattery. She likes that Nami wants to do that, likes that it's not going to take much to get here there, not with how beautiful Nami looks or her hands guiding Tifa's panties off then runs her hands so confidently over parts of Tifa that have never been touched. She shivers, one hand coming to comb through Nami's hair, the other settling on her shoulder.

She nods at the question, eyes falling closed as she sighs out breathlessly at the lips on her thigh. "Both sound wonderful." She bites her lip, trying not to rock in Nami's hold. She has no idea what she's supposed to do, and that makes her feel so self-conscious, but -- it's nice, having Nami in front of her, feeling absolutely safe in someone else's hold.

She opens her eyes, looking down to smile at Nami, and her heart skips at the sight of the other woman's face pressed to her thighs, the knowledge they're both so unclothed and vulnerable sending a thrill through her. She strokes Nami's hair, squeezing her shoulder. "You're amazing, Nami."