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[personal profile] romancedawn 2025-02-22 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It's like being in a fantasy.

Fantasies are safe and private, hidden away in the dark recesses of one's mind, where no one else can see or judge. Zoro has fantasized about Nami before; he’s been drawn to her for so long, a quiet, simmering want that he’s mostly kept leashed, buried under the daily grind of crew life and his own gruff exterior. Zoro wouldn't have known how to broach the topic, anyway; he's had no practice exploring a real connection, having only known the simple, uncomplicated routine of bedding strangers he knew he'd never see again.

Being involved with Nami had been a fantasy, but not one worth risking by bringing it out into the daylight. He's glimpsed how difficult life is for women, much less a woman at sea. And he knows now what Nami has been through, why she dons emotional armor as formidable as his own. He would've been a bad crewmate and friend if he indulged his desire at the expense of her comfort, particularly if she didn't reciprocate. There's nothing more sacred, he thinks, than feeling safe with your own crew.

So, no. Out there in their real life, this may not have happened for years. Hell, it may never have happened at all.

But here, in this mindfuck of an environment, where even the air they're breathing seems to lace their senses with uninhibited desire—here and now it's happening.

And he could question that. He could go through the list of all the reasons it's a bad idea. But his ability to overthink pretty much ends when he watches her suck her own taste off his finger. "Fuck," he remarks quietly, eyes a little glazed by this peek into just how salacious she can be.

A low growl rumbles in his chest when she pushes him down, his back hitting the floor with a muffled thud. He meets her kiss with equal fervor, hands instinctively going to her waist, gripping her hips as fiercely as she's gripping his shoulders. Her weight on him, the insistent friction of her cunt against his clothed cock—it's electrifying, and the feeling shoots straight through him, bypassing thought and going directly to instinct.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. He imagines that they're both tasting her slick like this, and the primal possessiveness that flares within him is both startling and unstoppable.

When she pulls away to close the curtain, his grip begins to tighten on her hips until he realizes she isn't leaving. No, she's right here, she's back, and he's kissing her again, his hips bucking beneath her, his hands roving and squeezing her ass, pulling her closer. Now he's the greedy one.

Breaking the kiss, his breath comes in ragged gasps. And when he speaks, his voice is rough and lower than usual, tinged with a raw edge of desire he doesn’t bother to hide. "Nami..." It’s more of a breathy sound than a word, laced with a question, an affirmation, and the burgeoning heat inside him ready to explode.

He doesn't mean to, really, but when his hands slip under her skirt to dispose of her panties, he doesn't so much pull them off as... rip them apart. And he just knows, without ever being in this situation before, that it's the kind of thing she'd fuss about, so he pulls her in by the nape to kiss her again, his free hand fumbling to undo his pants because dammit, he's so hard that it hurts. "I need you," he whispers against her lips, teeth catching on her skin, nipping playfully even when all he wants to do is beg for her.