( nami's touch is grounding, her hand warm against the nape of his neck, grazing gently over his shoulder. it spurns zoro on further, makes his hands slide down her hips only to slip beneath the hem of her skirt and right back up against her bare skin, fingers curling into her underwear and pulling them down slowly. he leans down to press another wet kiss just above her knee, mouth drifting just a little bit higher until his nose can bump into the bottom of her skirt.
it's not his fault if he pauses quite literally only so he can look back up at nami again, wanting to watch her reaction. )
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it's not his fault if he pauses quite literally only so he can look back up at nami again, wanting to watch her reaction. )