cartographie | inbox for golden peacock

[ Once more, it's late in the dead of the night, and randomly, Shanks sends out a message. ]

You awake and in your suite?

[ Her voice is only slightly sleep-fogged. ]

Mm? I'm here. Everything okay? Want me to come over?

[ His voice is more awake, but thick with need, low and rumbling. ]

Everything is fine. I just want to see you. I'll go there.

I want to see you too. [ Oh, she is definitely a little more awake hearing him sound like that. ] I'll leave the way to my bedroom open, I think you know the way from there by now.

I do.

[ That's all he says before he hangs up, like the usually very chill captain is too impatient, at the moment to even say good-bye.

He makes his to Nami's bedroom, cloak forgotten, this time, no shoes, either, but that just means fewer things to remove. ]

[ In the time it takes for Shanks to get from his suite to hers, Nami stretches and sits up in the center of her bed, comfortably naked except for the sheets pooling around her hips. She listens to the constant, soothing crash of her false ocean until the familiar sound of Shanks' footsteps pulls her focus.

Grinning quietly until he gets to the edge of her bed, she cocks her head to the side and raises an eyebrow rather than give into the urge to grab him and pull him in. ]

Hi.

[ Nami says hi, and Shanks just stares back at her through half-lidded eyes as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed. Then he leans in to kiss her, his lips against hers, without a word. His hand goes to Nami's waist, to help pull her in closer, not caring if he disrupts the sheet. ]

[ Exhaling a soft, curious hum against his mouth, Nami lets Shanks pull her in. The blankets fall aside as she rises onto her knees to better draw herself up against him, letting her lips part, deepening that kiss. ]

[ Shanks moves as Nami does, and then after a bit, he moves from passionately moving his lips against her mouth, then starts to pepper kisses down Nami's neck. ]

[ One of her hands cards through his hair as he kisses down her neck, as the other moves to start pulling his shirt off. ] Seems like you have something on your mind, Shanks.

[ Shanks eyes do flicker up to Nami's when she speaks, but he doesn't verbally answer. He lifts his head, only enough to shake it, strands of his hair tickling against Nami's skin when he does. Then he goes right back to press his lips against a collar bone. ]

[ At that lack of reply, she laughs lightly, her nails dragging down the back of his neck, shivering pleasantly at the brush of his lips against her collarbone. ]

[ Briefly, he scrapes his teeth across the collarbone, then his lips kiss her skin, in the same place. He moves down, starting down one of her breasts, as his hand tries to guide Nami to lie down. ]

Seriously, what has gotten into you? [ Based on the dazed grin already spread across her face, Nami obviously doesn't mind, nor does she expect to get an answer, since he's apparently decided to be mysterious and horny with her tonight.

One hand goes behind her to steady herself on the mattress as she moves to lay back, the hand in his hair cradling the nape of his neck, trying to ease him into coming with her. ]

[ Even if he doesn't answer, Shanks' eyes do flicker up toward Nami, again, gauging her mood. She seems receptive, and he's pretty certain if she didn't want this, she would make him stop, or tell him directly.

He does move with her, but his mouth goes a little lower, then lower, until his lips are right over a nipple. He kisses it, then sucks. ]

[ She's still grinning when he glances up again, her face happily flushed, although she does try to look exasperated for all of half a second. Then his lips close over her nipple, and the warm tension teasing at the sensitive peak leaves her gasping, her nails pressing into his shoulder blade in delighted surprise. ]

[ At least he finally makes a sound, a rumbling moan when Shanks feels Nami's nails dig into him like that. His lips curl into a grin, then, carefully, scrapes his teeth over her nipple. ]

[ The sharp scrape of his teeth makes her squirm and shiver under him, her nails dragging down his back, enjoying getting a reaction out of him even more while he's pointedly retaining his silence. ]

[ There's another moan as Shanks arches his back into Nami's nails, rolling with the movement of them. He gives Nami's nipple another suck and kiss, then moves down her breast once more, peppering kisses as he moves, on to her ribs. ]

[ Her nails press harder into his skin in response to that moan, his reaction almost as arousing as his mouth as he teases her nipple before kissing lower down the line of her body.

Drawn in almost magnetically, Nami props herself up on the bed with one hand, sitting up enough that her eyes can continue to follow Shanks while he mouth travels over her skin. ]

[ For a second, Shanks stops to lick a spot on Nami's stomach, then sucks at the skin there when she presses her nails in further. When he can think, again, he starts to kiss down her body, further.

From time to time, his eyes flicker from Nami's body, to her eyes, just to look at her face. ]

[ Both infatuated and aroused, there's a dreamy look in her eye that seems to become warmer each time Shanks flicks his gaze back towards her face, her eyelashes fluttering as she feels his lips just above her hip and sighs happily in response. ]

[ Shanks moves down to a hipbone, and stays there, yet again, to suck on her flesh, teeth grazing. This time he lingers, and puts in a little more effort. It will, likely, leave a mark. ]

[ Another shiver runs down her spine as a quiet moan of approval slips past her lips. ]

I was hoping you were going to leave marks. [ Her nails drag across his back as she says so, doing much the same to him before letting her hand rake through his hair again. ] I like seeing them afterward.

[ The smile Shanks sends Nami's way, this time, is nearly feral, corners lifted high as he looks at her from under his lashes, sly and devious. If that's the case, he's just going to move a bit lower and give Nami a more intense suck, a bit more flesh in between his teeth. ]

voice to text: un: redhairpirate

voice, so he doesn't have to text

but then she can hear the longing in his voice

oh nooooo 👀

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