Given Nami's usual composure, Zoro feels gratified as he catches every tell on display: from the unmistakable flush on her cheeks, to the way her eyes widen as he gets to his knees, and even the dubious tone of voice that she tries too hard to pass off as genuine. It isn't the first time he's seen her flustered, of course; they've been in enough life-or-death situations together. But none of those were as fun as this.
And he is having fun. Maybe for the first time since his mysterious arrival to this strange place. Perhaps it's because a familiar face is always comforting, but if he were to do any introspection later on, he might find the true reason: he trusts her. And because he trusts her, Zoro feels just comfortable enough to let his guard down and enjoy himself for a little while.
A chuckle leaves him at the very clear challenge she presents. The more she gets riled up, the more he relaxes. He hopes she notices and gets flustered some more. "Yeah, I'm all talk. You can keep this on." He tugs on the hem of her very short skirt as if to preserve her modesty, nevermind that he's not exactly hiding the way his eyes are wandering appreciatively up her legs, lingering on her strong thighs.
He enjoys the excuse to touch them, lifting one of her legs to drape it over his shoulder, head turning to the side so he can lightly brush his lips near her knee. It's not quite a kiss, because that's not what the dice call for.
He traces a path along her inner thigh with his fingertips, then his gaze drops to half-mast as his tongue soon follows. It starts with a slow, deliberate stroke, from the soft curve just above the back of her knee, then upwards, tasting the salt of her skin and the faint scent of her lotion. He's in no rush, tongue caressing languidly over sensitive flesh until he reaches the apex of her thigh. The dice don't say he has to go this far, so he must just want to. And he doesn't mind if she knows.
A moment comes where he considers taking it further. There's temptation in the subtle shift of her flavor as he moves higher, the hint of a delicate tang making his mouth water. He can't help the low growl that leaves him as he summons his self control, nor can he help inhaling her essence, slow and steady and lewd in its shamelessness. He could truly taste her if he wants to. Whatever she has under that dress isn't much of a barrier.
Zoro swallows as he straightens up where he sits, licking his lips as he lifts his gaze to meet hers again. "Okay. Your turn." He won't move her leg off his shoulder, casually resting a hand on the top of her thigh like he's okay playing the rest of the game right where he is.
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And he is having fun. Maybe for the first time since his mysterious arrival to this strange place. Perhaps it's because a familiar face is always comforting, but if he were to do any introspection later on, he might find the true reason: he trusts her. And because he trusts her, Zoro feels just comfortable enough to let his guard down and enjoy himself for a little while.
A chuckle leaves him at the very clear challenge she presents. The more she gets riled up, the more he relaxes. He hopes she notices and gets flustered some more. "Yeah, I'm all talk. You can keep this on." He tugs on the hem of her very short skirt as if to preserve her modesty, nevermind that he's not exactly hiding the way his eyes are wandering appreciatively up her legs, lingering on her strong thighs.
He enjoys the excuse to touch them, lifting one of her legs to drape it over his shoulder, head turning to the side so he can lightly brush his lips near her knee. It's not quite a kiss, because that's not what the dice call for.
He traces a path along her inner thigh with his fingertips, then his gaze drops to half-mast as his tongue soon follows. It starts with a slow, deliberate stroke, from the soft curve just above the back of her knee, then upwards, tasting the salt of her skin and the faint scent of her lotion. He's in no rush, tongue caressing languidly over sensitive flesh until he reaches the apex of her thigh. The dice don't say he has to go this far, so he must just want to. And he doesn't mind if she knows.
A moment comes where he considers taking it further. There's temptation in the subtle shift of her flavor as he moves higher, the hint of a delicate tang making his mouth water. He can't help the low growl that leaves him as he summons his self control, nor can he help inhaling her essence, slow and steady and lewd in its shamelessness. He could truly taste her if he wants to. Whatever she has under that dress isn't much of a barrier.
Zoro swallows as he straightens up where he sits, licking his lips as he lifts his gaze to meet hers again. "Okay. Your turn." He won't move her leg off his shoulder, casually resting a hand on the top of her thigh like he's okay playing the rest of the game right where he is.