[ The laugh is incredibly cute and somehow fits in with the pleasantly unexpected turn her afternoon has taken, and it's enough to make her shoulders flush, that giddy warmth creeping up the sides of her neck. She keeps her eyes on Weiss, her focus moving between the other woman's face and the soft line of her body when she straightens up to unfasten her dress. ]

It depends on what the zipper is for. [ She counters. This zipper is exciting.

Nami doesn't need much encouragement to get close again, grinning against Weiss' mouth as she's caught in another kiss, the hands the other woman's guided high on her sides, fanning out against her ribs, mapping her curves before roving up to cup her breasts.

Experienced or not, that Weiss isn't shy about what she wants is enough to encourage Nami further, urging her to part her lips and let the tip of her tongue brush against the other woman's bottom lip, tracing over the subtle swell of it as she gently catches Weiss' nipples between her fingers, rolling them between the pads of her fingers slowly. ]

You're going to have to get my bra off. [ The words murmured against Weiss' mouth in a low tease. ] My hands are going to be busy for a while, and I want you to touch me.