Zoro shrugs at Nami's question. "I'm comfortable." Because of course he can stay just like this, on the floor with her legs spread before him. There's a beat of silence while they stare at each other, the softness of her thigh against his cheek inviting him to use tongue or teeth. He doesn't manage a decision between the two before she's pulling on his hair, and he makes a noise of complaint, more out of surprise than pain.
Turns out he likes that, too. And not just because it's proof that he's getting under her skin.
He doesn't bother to watch her dice roll, apparently more interested in observing the pretty flush along her neck, following the path it takes as it disappears down her neckline. It isn't until she declares she's taking half that he stops being distracted, meeting her gaze with mild confusion. "Half? Don't we split with the others?" Maybe he's thinking about this the wrong way. Maybe the others have come to a different arrangement over the last three months that Luffy said he's been here; in this moment, it doesn't occur to Zoro that Nami and Sanji may have been at the Golden Peacock for even longer.
She surprises him for the second time within minutes when she sits on his lap and presses intimately close. He still hasn't looked at the dice, but Nami knows what she's doing, so this has to be on purpose. He can guess where it's going. "I think you should keep it on," he says lightly, pretending his voice doesn't carry any hint of strain even as his cock begins to stir at the simple pressure of her weight.
The proximity feels like permission, so Zoro doesn't resist when his hands want to travel possessively under Nami's skirt. Warm, calloused palms smooth up her thighs and slip under lace to grope at her bare ass, moving with a level of casual comfort that suggests he's done this before.
Which he hasn't, obviously. This is all new between them, and when a tiny voice of reason in the back of his mind speaks up to question the wisdom of getting involved with a crewmate, another tiny voice reminds him of what Luffy said earlier: Well, it's fun!
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Turns out he likes that, too. And not just because it's proof that he's getting under her skin.
He doesn't bother to watch her dice roll, apparently more interested in observing the pretty flush along her neck, following the path it takes as it disappears down her neckline. It isn't until she declares she's taking half that he stops being distracted, meeting her gaze with mild confusion. "Half? Don't we split with the others?" Maybe he's thinking about this the wrong way. Maybe the others have come to a different arrangement over the last three months that Luffy said he's been here; in this moment, it doesn't occur to Zoro that Nami and Sanji may have been at the Golden Peacock for even longer.
She surprises him for the second time within minutes when she sits on his lap and presses intimately close. He still hasn't looked at the dice, but Nami knows what she's doing, so this has to be on purpose. He can guess where it's going. "I think you should keep it on," he says lightly, pretending his voice doesn't carry any hint of strain even as his cock begins to stir at the simple pressure of her weight.
The proximity feels like permission, so Zoro doesn't resist when his hands want to travel possessively under Nami's skirt. Warm, calloused palms smooth up her thighs and slip under lace to grope at her bare ass, moving with a level of casual comfort that suggests he's done this before.
Which he hasn't, obviously. This is all new between them, and when a tiny voice of reason in the back of his mind speaks up to question the wisdom of getting involved with a crewmate, another tiny voice reminds him of what Luffy said earlier: Well, it's fun!