[ In the warmth of the afterglow, it isn't difficult for all the reasons she has to enjoy him to creep back into the forefront of her mind, softening her further, however subtly, ensuring she doesn't object when Zoro settles with his weight fully blanketing her like it is. If it suited her, Nami would complain – might still end up complaining, depending on whether they can linger here in all this peaceful sweetness instead of lapsing back into the bristling bickering that's more comfortable when she's thinking straight.

And it's not that her thoughts are garbled, or jangled, she knows what she feels, she's aware of how deeply she basks in his warmth and his strength press flush against her as a blissful, satisfied heat thrums steadily deep in her core as his cock stays drawn deep inside her.

It's good that he can't go very long without making her roll her eyes, not quite sobering because she still feels too good to be pulled completely away from the moment, but enough to make her huff quietly, a light puff of air against his shoulder. ]

Yeah, and I wasn't alone in needing it, either. [ Her head tilts enough for her temple to bump his jaw lightly, an absent show of affection masked behind barely there indignation. ]

I'm gonna be stuck in sleeved tops for a week because of you.

[ She's going to enjoy it every time she catches a glimpse of the marks he's left behind on her skin. ]