#happy birthday navia indeed

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Day Twenty-Six: Laces (Navia/Clorinde, natch) (slightly NSFT)

"Happy birthday."

The clock had barely finished chiming past twelve am, and Navia turned from her dresser where she was getting ready for bed towards the bathroom door, where Clorinde was standing awkwardly in a silk robe.

"Well, thank you! And what are you doing, silly? Do you always have to be first and best at everything, including birthday greetings?" Navia laughed, trying to get Clorinde to relax a little because, frankly, she was looking terrified while standing rock still.

Suddenly, with meticulous care, Clorinde swallowed and pulled off the robe. It fell like an Autumn leaf, pooling at Clorinde's feet and leaving her - oh. Navia swivelled on her chair further, pressing her hand to her heart - Clorinde stood still, one leg bent in a shy pose, in some of the most beautifully constructed lingerie Navia had had the pleasure of seeing in person.

"Is this for me? My birthday present?" she asked huskily, standing and walking slowly over to Clorinde, taking her time to take in the view. A silk brocade corset, boning impeccable; panties covered in lace Navia knew was the best on the market and suspenders holding up smooth, smooth flesh-coloured stockings - the kind made to be taken off.

But most surprisingly - it was all pink. A soft, delicate pink, contrasting magnificently with Clorinde's purple-black hair which was down and tumbling over her shoulders into the swell of her breasts, lovingly helped by the corset's support. Navia was enthralled - it was like seeing a magical creature from the wilds of Sumeru in front of her, and she ran a single finger down Clorinde's arm, enjoying the goosebumps that followed.

"Pink?"

Clorinde cleared her throat. "You told me black was…you said 'utilitarian', but I know you meant boring, and I saw you admiring a pink set in Chioriya's shop, so I…" she trailed off, crossing her arms across her chest in a defensive move Navia knew well. "Nevermind, I just thought because it's your birthday…"

Navia moved in closer, pulling Clorinde's arms from her chest and resting her own on Clorinde's waist. The corset felt like a dream, but those stockings - Navia ran her hand down Clorinde's torso, over her hips, thighs and hooked a finger in the garter. "It's my birthday, and this is exactly what I want." She leant up and kissed Clorinde's jawbone, unhooking one garter and feeling the power that came from the unlocking of Clorinde's body and the obvious desire between them.

"Whatever you wish for, I'll make sure you get, Demoiselle," and Clorinde quickly removed Navia's robe, leaving Navia in her bed smalls against the night air. "Whatever you command, I'll give you, if you'll let me."

Navia smiled, pressing her lips against Clorinde's, snapping the other garter and pushing both stockings down. They felt like honey and wine, the soft silk dripping to the floor and puddling with Clorinde's robe. "Something needs to be done about this corset, because my birthday wish is to give you exactly what you deserve."

Clorinde instinctively turned around, Navia running her hands through her fine, soft purple-black hair and pushing it away so she could see Clorinde's back. Her beautiful shoulders tensed and released in a way that Navia knew was a sign she was extremely turned on, so again she ran one solitary finger from the base of Clorinde's neck to the top of the corset. "Exactly what you deserve," she muttered between Clorinde's shoulder blades, the tips of her fingers caressing the laces of the corset.

There was nothing more sensual to Navia than the tying of a corset - a sprig of jealousy ran through her as she imagined Chioriya pulling, pushing, binding Clorinde into the garment, but she put it aside to reach for the delicate pink bow at the bottom, nestled on top of Clorinde's perfect ass like the birthday present she had presented herself as.

"You were wearing this all day under your clothes?"

"Yes."

"Tsk, keeping secrets from me now?" The idea set Navia on fire. She fiddled with the dainty pink bow, trying to distract herself from the blurring of desire coursing through her body, running a hand up to cup Clorinde's breast and enjoying the gasp of want she received in response. "You should have at least let me fully undress my present, Clorinde."

A heavy swallow. "Next year."

"Mmmmm. Next year, next year," and Navia moved her hands back around to the laces.

Navia went slowly - she pulled the laces from their bow tie, the corset immediately loosening and it almost breathed a life of its own. Carefully, she looped a finger in each lace cross - pull, stop to kiss Clorinde's back; tug, a hand between Clorinde's legs; the pink laces came undone as quickly as Clorinde was under Navia's hand.

"Who's birthday is this, again?" Navia hummed, almost at the top of the lacing. Clorinde, with remarkable self-constraint, kept her hands at her sides, not even trying to capture the corset from falling loose. The laces were soon undone - much to Navia's dismay - and loose enough for Clorinde to step out of it, which Navia demanded she do so in a soft, commanding voice.

"Turn to me," and Clorinde did, her magnificent breasts free and Navia felt heat across her entire body. "Happy birthday to me," she whispered, slipping a finger into the pink underwear that was left and taking her birthday present, happily and whole.