"I am eager," Zoro responds with an easy shrug. Eager to get this over with and claim their prize, that is. And it would be their prize, since he assumes they're sharing either way, like they do all the bounty they acquire. He doesn't yet know how this whole place works, what's allowed or not allowed, but he'll play by the rules that he imagines make sense until he learns more.
And maybe, just maybe, he is also a little eager for the excuse to be close to Nami in a new way. It's not like he hasn't noticed she's beautiful; he's just never had a reason to tell her he thought so before. Beyond that, after learning more about her past and gaining clarity over her motivations, his image of her has evolved: she is, in fact, the opposite of the ruthless, self-serving thief he'd first thought her to be. The revelation changes things between them, though not enough time has passed yet for him to figure out exactly how.
He stands relaxed as she approaches, a sturdy anchor for her to brace herself against as she goes about her task. Her lips brush against him, and his skin tingles pleasantly; he has half a mind to tease her about doing more than the task requires, but before he can get it out, her teeth are sinking into him, and the unexpected surge of arousal that follows shuts him up.
Right. He forgot that he likes that. He likes that a lot.
A laugh escapes easily as he watches Nami take her seat like a queen on her throne. "I was always going to kneel," he says, meeting her gaze as he does just that, taking his place between her legs. His hands are gentle as they settle on the outside of her thighs. "The sitting is so you don't fall over once I get started." He delivers the words in a teasing tone, but there's something in his voice that tells her he also might mean it.
Zoro's brows rise at her next remark. "If you'd like to, I won't stop you." He chuckles, vaguely aware that he's crossing a line he hasn't before. He can't say after this that he's never flirted with Nami. "Want any help?"
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And maybe, just maybe, he is also a little eager for the excuse to be close to Nami in a new way. It's not like he hasn't noticed she's beautiful; he's just never had a reason to tell her he thought so before. Beyond that, after learning more about her past and gaining clarity over her motivations, his image of her has evolved: she is, in fact, the opposite of the ruthless, self-serving thief he'd first thought her to be. The revelation changes things between them, though not enough time has passed yet for him to figure out exactly how.
He stands relaxed as she approaches, a sturdy anchor for her to brace herself against as she goes about her task. Her lips brush against him, and his skin tingles pleasantly; he has half a mind to tease her about doing more than the task requires, but before he can get it out, her teeth are sinking into him, and the unexpected surge of arousal that follows shuts him up.
Right. He forgot that he likes that. He likes that a lot.
A laugh escapes easily as he watches Nami take her seat like a queen on her throne. "I was always going to kneel," he says, meeting her gaze as he does just that, taking his place between her legs. His hands are gentle as they settle on the outside of her thighs. "The sitting is so you don't fall over once I get started." He delivers the words in a teasing tone, but there's something in his voice that tells her he also might mean it.
Zoro's brows rise at her next remark. "If you'd like to, I won't stop you." He chuckles, vaguely aware that he's crossing a line he hasn't before. He can't say after this that he's never flirted with Nami. "Want any help?"