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[She's quiet for a moment because this is too important a decision to be reacting on pure instinct. When she does finally come up with the right words Nariko lays a hand on his shoulder very carefully, mindful of the possibility that he might not want to be touched.]

Do you ... Want to be with just one person? It's a considerable change for you too, right? I'd understand if you'd rather things stay the way they are. [She actually doesn't, in the strictest sense, polyamory is a difficult concept for her to grasp, but open relationships aren't, and her feelings for Boxer are pretty clear by now - she's pretty much in love with him, enough to understand something difficult for both their sakes.]

I don't want you to feel as if you have to change something you enjoy to keep me around, that's not what this is.

[To be honest, her touch is comforting. Enough for him to raise his head up a little bit, but he's still avoiding eye contact.

What does he want? Does he really enjoy sleeping around as much as he does? In a physical sense, yes, but mentally...]

I just want to take the precautions so that no one ends up getting hurt.

[His tentacles not only have (literal) minds of their own, but he can kill a man with a single one without much effort. He has to use all of his self control so that he doesn't hurt anyone, and without his self-control, they'll take what they want when they want it, but he still has to take responsibility.

Getting "hurt" is only a blanket statement, too. He really does not need to be groping people when he's out picking up groceries.]

...but what you want is important to me, too.

[She considers that a positive reaction, if nothing else, so she squeezes gently, but then moves up to go back to sort of petting his hair, just because it's the easiest thing to do that won't involve pulling him onto her lap. And she really, really wants to do just that, and probably will in due time.]

I want you. I don't care about anything else. [Her voice cracks a little as she says it, it's the verbalization of an incredibly raw feeling, after all.]

The vacation can't exactly count, but why don't we give it a try? If it's something I can't handle then I'll tell you, and we'll [She shrugs, toys with his bangs a little bit.] discuss it from there. You need to be happy with yourself and feel safe, if that means I'm not the only one you have sex with then we'll figure it out. I'll make it work in my head.

[Because he's ... The man's just perfect, okay? And to lose him because of something he ultimately can't even help would be horrible, it might break everything he's helped her repair.]

Either way, it's upward movement, nothing bad is going to happen.

[So deep breathes, Boxer, she's not going anywhere. And you probably aren't either since she's likely to bolt the windows or something.]

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[With all the attention he's getting, it's hard not to put his head under her chin and try to tuck it under there. Which he does, but how successful he is at "tucking" is a matter of opinion considering their size difference.

There's a little bit of a smile on his face, and it comes through in his voice.]

For what it's worth...I wasn't expecting to need anyone else. Since we'll be spending every night together...

[Nariko has front row seats to observe the natural ebb and flow (mostly flow) of his libido.

He picks up his head to look at his little pool-bed. It's getting a little full.]

We should probably turn that water off and get something to eat.

[Even though he's very clearly bigger than her she thinks he's pretty successful, especially since she manages to get her arms semi-around him, squeezing gently. That he sounds a little better is an incredible relief.

Oh, yeah, they can't have the bed overflow any. She nods, and can't really help asking:]

Are we okay?

[The water can wait, like, ten seconds because she sort of needs the answer.]

[It's the thought the counts.]

Yeah. We're okay.

[Finally, finally, he lifts his head up and looks her in the eyes to offer her a weak smile. He's still feeling the aftershocks of raw emotion, but it feels good to have talked it out--or at least began the dialogue.]

Good.

[She trusts him and that smile, even though it means untangling herself from him so that she can stop the water and avoid flooding the entirety of the room. When that's done she finds his chair to bring it over, he can probably do it himself but she feels like doting right now.]

I believe we still have plans to make them regret that buffet style!

[And that's just the first part of their trip.]

[Speaking of chairs, has she made his new wheels for him yet or nah?]

Thanks, doll.

[There's a lot he can do himself, but it's really nice when someone offers to do it instead. He crawls up on it and covers his tentacle-lap with the blanket that was folded over the back of the chair.]

[Nah - but soon.

When he's settled she leans down to kiss his temple before getting them out of there. She's learned from their first date, and she's much better at getting him going without any real amount of effort. Off to the dining area they go! If anyone much cares about the sight of them she isn't really paying attention at the moment.

It's enough that they got over that little hill without getting into a fight or accidentally taking a break from each other. Hopefully that's the first and last time a guy tries to hop out a window to get away from her.]

[To be fair, the window thing is totally his fault, not hers.]

How's your sense of direction? We should probably take a tour around this ship once we're done eating.

[He's still kneading his hands a little, but he sounds a lot better.]

[Maybe so, but that was really ... She won't forget it anytime soon.]

Good enough that we might only have a ten percent chance of getting lost if I'm the one leading us!

[The hand kneading concerns her, let the record show it! But she restrains herself.] I think there's supposed to be a movie theatre on this thing too, and I'm not believing it until I see it.

[Who knows why it fascinates her so much.]

In that case, we'll be fine if we stick together.

[One of the really nice things about being pushed around is that he can watch the passing scenery in a way he wouldn't be able to take in otherwise, trying to avoid people's feet and nasty corners.]

A movie theater or a theatre-theater? For live performances. [OR BOTH???]

Isn't that generally the case?

[And the dining room is supposed to be ... She goes left. The exits, the dining area, and the locations of the emergency boats were all that she thought to memorize.]

That's a really good question. How cool would it be if there were live bands or something?! Ohh, what if there are plays!

[He basically just beelined for their cabin so he could set up his bed...]

Oh, that'd be great. If they don't, I'm sure we can find that kind of thing on the island.

[Going to shows wasn't what was on his mind when they planned this trip, but they'll make for a fantastic back-up if the weather sours.

...though it might end up being sex too.]

[She likes them, but it definitely seems like more of a boat thing to do, to her! Any sort of show definitely isn't an island activity, to be honest.

But they're basically going to have sex every single night, if not every few hours, so that's kind of built in.]

I know we basically already live near the ocean already, but I can't wait to go swimming! I wonder if there'll be dolphins ..

[She's always wanted to see one! They seem like very nice creatures. Boxer doesn't have to put up with her rambling for too long, though because they make it to the dining room! ]

[He's still kneading a little even as they sit at a table. They're given a menu of today's options for pre-lunch, which is basically a bunch of really delicious-sounding appetizers. To Boxer's relief, he finds himself ordering only half the menu.

After Nariko puts in her order, his hands finally come to a rest on his blanket. There is still activity below the table, though...there are some tentacles that start playing with Nariko's feet and ankles. She might find herself suddenly without shoes if she doesn't call him out on it. But despite his under-table shenanigans, he seems suddenly a lot calmer.]

[Is he alright? It really seems like she needs to ask and she's about to after putting in her order, but then her heels are being slipped off. You'd think with a kraken boyfriend she wouldn't be surprised anymore but for just a second she is, though she refrains from anything more than looking down quickly.]

They didn't have steak!

[Now she's talking just to talk, because he does seem more relaxed and if this is helping, well ... She scoots in a little, spreads both legs out a little so they're easier for him to reach, not that he really needs much help.]

Oh well, I'm sure there's a really great one on the island.

Maybe when we show up for actual dinner.

[What's she wearing otherwise? Stockings, thigh highs, skirt...? What's he got to play with down there? The shoes are mindfully placed in parallel out of the way of her feet, but within leg's reach.]

[A white summer dress with matching thigh highs, and no panties to get in the way if he really goes that far up to explore. Above the table she smiles at the waiter as drinks are brought along, but then she's focused on him again.]

That makes sense, it's not really a lunch item I suppose. But there were potstickers, and that's a third of the way as good.

[If he needed to touch he could have just said so, she kind of wonders why he didn't.]

[Oh my God, how cuuuuute! ]

I'm really excited for those.

[Aaaaand everything else he ordered, too, which she is more than free to sample so they can judge it together.

Meanwhile, his tentacles sneak into the top hem of her thigh highs. They're trying to slip inside and share the tight space with her, but thanks to his suckers, he ends up pulling them down. Oops. Better place those in her discarded shoes.]

This lemonade is pretty great, too, [he says, after sampling it.] You'd think for such a simple concept it'd be hard to mess it up, but rarely do they make it as good as I make it at home.

[She does try to be cute for him ♥, whenever she's not attempting to inspire instant boners.

She ends up giggling a little as her thigh highs leave the equation, and she lets them go without a second thought.]

I think it's pretty unfair to compare it to yours! Of course it's going to be better.

[And as his girlfriend of course what he makes will always be her favorite! It's not even a contest. ... She's doing her best to keep from looking down, this is too much fun. ]

[Cute or sexy, there is no third option. Even when she does nothing special she's still super cute.]

It's just nice to order something that isn't just lemon-flavored sugar water.

[Now without any stockings to play with, his tentacles move upward. He's in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when they slither up her thighs, and when he expects to hit her panty line, he just finds...her skin.

He nearly chokes on his lemonade when he realizes she's not wearing underwear, but now there's a tentacle cradling her labia.]

There's always alcohol!

[It is a vacation, after all! And speaking of that ... She's already flagging down a waiter by the time he finds out what's going on down there. She grins at him, raising a brow. Is it really that surprising? She's pretty much going to be down to fuck at every single turn. Underwear would only get in the way! Except stockings. Those deserve proper care and attention when put to use.

Anyway, excuse her while she orders an outrageously touristy cruise drink!]

[He has absolutely no idea what she just said because what the hell, Nariko. He waits until the waiter leaves to whisper in her direction:]

Aren't you worried about leaving a mess somewhere?

[Especially when, you know, his other tentacles keep climbing up inside her dress, one of which peeks out from her cleavage a few millimeters and waves as if in greeting. Hi!]

Nope!

[She looks down at the waving one and taps it with her finger. High-five, little dude! But also go back between her tits - she pushes it down gently not because she's bothered but tight spaces are good, right? There's nothing tighter than the valley created by this particular bra, okay, it's made for pushing them up and pressing together.]

If it really ends up being a mess my panties aren't going to save me anyway!

[Between how much they both come a little scrap of fabric doesn't stand a chance.]

Besides, what's life without a bit of a challenge! [Even if it is a bit of a doomed one.]

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