[ The casino's influence isn't muddying anything about this encounter, and she can hold her alcohol almost as well as he can, so Nami has no way of excusing the fleeting pang of giddiness that flutters through her stomach after he tells her because he wanted to see her. That she's the opposite of annoyed about it, should annoy her all on its own. Instead, even without realizing it, Nami has let herself end up captivated and almost enjoying the sweet ache in her chest that rises through her when Zoro relents to her demands for a kiss and presses his lips against hers.
Her lips part, tongue licking into his mouth, mirroring the urgency she can feel building in the air between them, until his fingers sink inside her, and she's knocked for a loop by the wave of pleasure that suddenly zings through her body. The hand that was cradling the side of his neck curls into the fabric of his shirt instead, clinging almost needily as Nami keeps rolling her hips, her movements governed by heat and greed, grinding her ass against his cock before rocking forward to fuck herself on his fingers. ]
Zoro– [ That ragged whisper is nothing close to the warning, argumentative tone Nami wants it to be, sounding more encouraging and inviting than like someone bound and determined to continue to prove she's unbothered, even as the walls of her cunt flutter and begin to tighten around his fingers. Tension knots low in her core as her mouth claims his hungrily, kissing him hard to stifle the whimpers that every thrust of his fingers, and her building orgasm draw out of her.
Without realizing it, she ends up half-twisted at the waist enough that both arms can slide around his neck, and she's pressing as much of herself against his chest as she can, thinking to herself – not for the first time – about how much she's missed him. ]
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Her lips part, tongue licking into his mouth, mirroring the urgency she can feel building in the air between them, until his fingers sink inside her, and she's knocked for a loop by the wave of pleasure that suddenly zings through her body. The hand that was cradling the side of his neck curls into the fabric of his shirt instead, clinging almost needily as Nami keeps rolling her hips, her movements governed by heat and greed, grinding her ass against his cock before rocking forward to fuck herself on his fingers. ]
Zoro– [ That ragged whisper is nothing close to the warning, argumentative tone Nami wants it to be, sounding more encouraging and inviting than like someone bound and determined to continue to prove she's unbothered, even as the walls of her cunt flutter and begin to tighten around his fingers. Tension knots low in her core as her mouth claims his hungrily, kissing him hard to stifle the whimpers that every thrust of his fingers, and her building orgasm draw out of her.
Without realizing it, she ends up half-twisted at the waist enough that both arms can slide around his neck, and she's pressing as much of herself against his chest as she can, thinking to herself – not for the first time – about how much she's missed him. ]