[ It's not romantic, just an exhilarating, heated rush of moments that she may or may not relish almost as much as the sex itself – a normal thing not worth examining in the slightest. Zoro kisses her, hot and intense as the rest of him, leaving Nami humming low against his mouth as one hand roves down his back, mapping the planes of his body like she might always be doing at times like these, as the other stays curled in the short strands of his hair.
Another grin gets tucked away, hidden between kisses and the way her body arches under the hand he runs down her body, before she feels his fingers glance over her folds. Zoro's touch is maddeningly light despite the strength she knows exists in those hands, leaving her hips shifting, squirming impatiently as he gives her so much and yet not enough at the same time. ]
Zoro– [ Nami murmurs before tugging his bottom lip with her teeth and letting her hips arch up, trying to get closer to him, the low ache radiating between her thighs flaring needily. ]
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Another grin gets tucked away, hidden between kisses and the way her body arches under the hand he runs down her body, before she feels his fingers glance over her folds. Zoro's touch is maddeningly light despite the strength she knows exists in those hands, leaving her hips shifting, squirming impatiently as he gives her so much and yet not enough at the same time. ]
Zoro– [ Nami murmurs before tugging his bottom lip with her teeth and letting her hips arch up, trying to get closer to him, the low ache radiating between her thighs flaring needily. ]