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[romancedawn]

( Zoro laughs, the sound light and easy. Apparently he gets more relaxed the more Nami gets riled up. ) I pressed the button because I wanted to see you.

( It's fine, right, admitting that much? He's boldly guiding her body into the exact position he wants her in, and yet he second guesses his words moments after they're out, like perhaps they might reveal more than the way his hands handle her with playful reverence.

He's no good at lying, anyway. And he knows she's always been able to read him like a book. )

Mmn... ( His head tilts so their lips can meet for a kiss, a little sweet to start but quickly turning hungry. He relishes the way she clings to him, her hips teasing right against his arousal with every motion. It lulls him into a cloudy haze of want and need, moaning quietly against her lips as he slides two digits into her cunt. His palm rubs right along her clit with every thrust, fingers curling as his motions quicken, his free hand sliding up her stomach to squeeze and tease at her breasts. )

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[ 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. ]

[romancedawn]

( Zoro is not a liar, and even if he were, Nami would likely manage to pry the truth out of him. It flows out of him easily now, from the simple admission in his words to the confessions behind every reverent touch he offers to her body.

His dick is now painfully hard against her ass as she rocks towards his fingers, and Zoro isn't sure his heart has ever felt so full. Even the way she clings to him makes him happy, as though there isn't any greater joy in life than to be a comfortable place for Nami to rest and rut against. )

You're so beautiful. ( The words slip out after she says his name, and his cheeks burn with the knowledge of what he really means by it. She's beautiful, anyone with eyes can see it, but it's a woefully inadequate description of what being so close to her now is inspiring him to express.

There are other words he could use. There's that word everyone's been talking about today, that feeling that's got so many people torn up, that state of being that he's never known until Nami came barreling into his life, changing everything he knows about how to relate to people.

She twists in his lap, and there's no need more for more words when he can kiss her instead, fingers buried deep in her cunt as his tongue slips past her lips, moaning as he tastes her. )

🎀 a wrap?

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[ There's a discordant note in the music, somewhere between the pleasure and the damnable fullness of her heart, there's this soft, steadily building clang that couldn't possibly be her heart, could it? He makes her want to climb the walls in absolutely every way a person could make another person want that, and she really does not know what to do with that. There are no red flags or alarm bells sounding over how natural it feels to get lost in him like this, to let everything whittle down to the pleasure and tension each press of his fingers sends through her, and the stupid, warm joy that settles over her heart over the way he calls her beautiful.

She's so caught up, her orgasm catches her off-guard, leaving her dissolving into stifled moans against his mouth as the steady roll of her hips grows erratic and urgent, trembling while she fucks herself against his fingers, coating them in fresh wet, thick droplets of slick clinging to the insides of her thighs and darkening his pants below where she's spread across his lap, her walls tight around him, fluttering in time with her pulse. ]

You're one to talk. [ That same quiver threads through those whispered words as one hand trails down his arm, her eyes meeting his and her face flushing while she eases his fingers out of her cunt, making herself shiver. She isn't still for long, if at all, even with her body buzzing pleasantly in the wake of her orgasm, Nami couldn't possibly let that be everything. That half turn that found her chest against his finally finishes with Nami's thighs bracketing Zoro's hips, straddling him as one hand moves between their bodies, first to grasp needily at his shirt, then to impatiently unfasten his pants. ] Come the fuck closer already, idiot.