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[ Whatever recovery time Nami needed dwindles by the second, replaced by the greedily needling want that fills her as his cock thickens up inside her. Nami's nails drag downward, pressing into his back when his hips snap forward, and she's hit with a pang of pleasure so sharp it makes her breath catch.

He can't see the way her eyes almost roll back from the feeling, or the way she's biting her lip to keep quiet, but Zoro can feel it when she flicks at his skin after he teases her about being in a coma.

Like either of us would ever want to forget– the not so tart, highly damning retort hangs on the tip of her tongue, a fight she almost loses while her hips arch against him, grinding harder as she feels his cock sink deeper into her. ]

Like you're ever gonna give me enough peace and quiet to forget. [ He better fucking not. ]

[ Yes, neither of them could ever risk admitting a feeling, could they?

He doesn't expect her to, anyway. Not even now, when she's clinging to him so tightly, with her insides and with her fingers seizing at his shoulders. Digging into his back as she holds him tightly, rocking her hips up against him. They really are both insatiable. He can't complain about it.

Instead he nips at her throat to pay her back, for that flick, for her slightly sharper words. ]

You wouldn't want me to. You need this. [ He doesn't even threaten to leave her be. He knows that he wouldn't be able to resist her any more than she is. It would be a useless gesture. And he grinds his hips deliberately against her, fucking her deep, to hopefully make sure she can't even think about that. ]

[ Because there are absolutely no feelings to admit, naturally.

And even if there were, they've fully stopped inching towards round two in favor of diving right in, which gives Nami more than enough to keep her occupied and distract her from the weird warmth that settles deep in her chest every time they lay together like this.

The movement of his hips is rewarded with a moan from her, a sound she tries and fails to stop from escaping past pursed lips, glaringly aware of how getting a sound like that out of her proves him right. Of course, if asked, she would clarify that it's not that she needs this, or him, it's just that she isn't interested in testing that theory. Why bother, when he gives her just what she wants?

Nami arches up without thinking, a blissful tremor leaving her shivering as the hard press of his cock fills her, the hot friction of his swollen length against her already fluttering walls urging her on, keeping her meeting his hips in a hungry grind of her own. ]

You need this. [ She tosses back, pointed and breathless at the same time – a talent that must be uniquely hers, before one hand combs through his hair, her palm curving against his scalp while she pulls him down into another kiss, stopping all objections before they can even begin. ]

[ He knows the truth. He knows that even if she doesn't want to admit it, and he assumes she never will, that she's properly hooked on this. On him, on his cock, on the way that he fills her. It's there in how she moans for him so readily, ho she arches and squirms underneath him, presses up closer.

She feels like such a mess already. Thanks to him, of course. So wet inside, their juices mingled, making it even more sloppy and heated, and sure to leave a mess on her sheets. At least he won't have to be the one to change them. That's her business.

He'll hear about that, later, but he doesn't care in the moment.

She doesn't let him speak this time, grabbing him by his hair and guiding him closer. Kissing him again, deep, hungry all over again. He meets her lips eagerly, pressing her back more firmly against the bed as he fucks into her, the rhythm of his hips slowly building in tempo. This is still more languid than before, the edge taken off, but there's no denying that he's well and truly fucking her now.

How could he not? She feels too good, too good to be allowed. One of his hands moves to her thigh, squeezing it tightly as he draws her up against his hip, letting him keep pushing into her deep with every stroke of his hips. Craving as much of her as he can get. All of her. ]

[ It would be easier if this was all there was to be hooked on. If things with Zoro went no further than the completely delicious mess she lets him make out of her, and the juddering, breathless way she'll end up trembling against him before too long, it might be just fine to admit that he drives her crazy. Right now, it's not a lie. He is driving her crazy, and Nami finds herself rising to the occasion. The slick sounds of his cock driving into her her feeds into her desire, giving her something to relish almost as greedily as the thought of getting him to fill her further.

Because she's crazy about him. Beyond the terrific sex – and it is terrific, if she says so herself – she'll get to fall asleep with his weight blanketing her while she steals glances downward at the smug, stupidly sleepy grin that'll settle across his annoyingly beautiful face, and the thought is so ridiculously satisfying, she's got to keep kissing him to hide the grin on her face.

The heat pooling low in her core builds easily, so close on the heels of her last climax, and Nami chases after that tightly coiling bliss, rolling her hips to meet his, even as the jolts of pleasure the motion sends though her threaten to overwhelm.

His name inches perilously close to the tip of her tongue until she's ducking her head to kiss and bite a line up the column of his neck instead. ]

[ Feelings are not something that Zoro usually allows himself, and certainly doesn't think about. The closest thing he ever felt to romance, to want, anything like that, it ended so abruptly. So violently. A part of him closed off that day, and it hasn't quite healed yet. Maybe it never will. It wouldn't be the first lingering scar that he's earned, and it won't be the last.

Being with the Straw Hats, though, that opened him to a few things. To loyalty. To friendship. To - well. He doesn't put a name to it, to what this is, even though he knows that it's more than just shameless rutting.

Even if it is rutting, now, the urgent way he moves inside of her. The laziness of round two is fading as she clings to him, as she kisses him, as she rocks her hips up in that perfectly complimentary motion. They do work annoyingly well together, in this and in many things. Maybe that means something. He's still not thinking too hard about it.

Instead he hisses when she moves to attack his throat, tangling his fingers in her disgustingly pretty tangerine hair. Quickens his pace, the sound of fucking ringing out louder, wetter, messier as he moves, as he pants and groans, animal and hot. ]

Don't - leave marks, brat -

[ The soft, oddly melodic sound of a moan turning into breathless, fuckstruck laughter doesn't quite get muffled against Zoro's throat when he calls her a brat before she responds, her thighs tightening around his hips as she rolls her hips upwards, fucking herself on his cock, her nails digging into the middle of his back, most assuredly leaving marks. He's too good at this, at working her into a frenzy that disarms her and slips past her defenses, urging her to wear her enjoyment, and at times her affection, on her sleeve. She should like being called a brat less, for fewer reasons, than she does.

The pleasure working through her reminds her that the feelings are probably irrelevant, one more delicious detail of an evening already perfectly spent. Those low, almost growled sounds of pleasure that escape him, and the obscene, wet sound of him filling her already soaked cunt, erode her self-control as quickly and easily as the bliss building through her.

Nami presses her lips against his hideously gorgeous jaw before her mouth finds his in an eager, hungry kiss. ]

So fucking bossy.

[ Oh, and of course she's so pleased with herself, isn't she? It'd be infuriating, if it wasn't so unreasonably attractive, like most things about her were. The smug look on her face, the noises that she makes, the drag of her nails down his spine. Everything was intoxicating. It was unbearable.

And yet he only fucked her faster. She was crumbling, too, that was the good part, starting to tremble and lose herself underneath him. He just needed to keep pushing her. Make sure she didn't quite win. Even if fucking her to yet another orgasm really was letting her win, in a way, but shush, he wasn't going to think about it that way and she couldn't make him. ]

Takes one to know one.

[ Muttered heatedly against her lips as he kisses her back, pins her more firmly down against the bed beneath him. He kisses her like he wants to devour her, reaching up to tangle his fingers tightly in her hair as his hips slap audibly against hers, relentless in his need. ]

Yeah. [ She pants between kisses, before her tongue sweeps over the swell of his bottom lip. ] Fuck yeah, it does. [ It's fuckstruck babble, that simultaneously manages to be about his bossiness and how fucking amazing he feels right now while he's all but pulling her past the brink of orgasm.

There's no way Nami can keep her enjoyment of this tamped down, especially not while he's shifting his weight to pin her between his body and the bed beneath them more securely, further ensuring he's all she can feel and taste in the heated span of moments between his rutting into her with renewed eagerness, and the orgasm that unravels her with the kind of frantic zeal that's unique to this. Whatever this is.

Nami quivers against and around him, the walls of her cunt fluttering with the rapid cadence of her pulse as she climaxes. Her body goes tight, slicking his length up with fresh wet as she digs her nails into his shoulder blades and kisses him like her life depended on it. ]

[ Hey, at least she admits it. He'll take that.

Not that he's worried about much but how she feels, now. About how she tastes when he kisses her, just as drunk and urgent in his lust. He can be a little cocky in moments, but fuck, she still drives him crazy, and he's fucking her like he can't hold back right now. Mostly because he can't.

Not when she's so hot, so wet. Not when she's so slick around him, clinging tight to his cock. It's perfect, she's always so annoyingly perfect, even as she whines, even as she moans into that kiss, losing what little composure she has left. And once again he tries to fuck his way through her orgasm, as long as he can, until the pleasure peaks and crashes over him, too.

He empties himself of her not long after, letting out a shuddering groan as he draws back from her lips, low and guttural. He sees stars, he thinks. How dare she. ]

[ At some point in the mad rush of her climax, she ended up with both hands cradling the sides of his face, holding him in that kiss for as long as she can keep him there, while her body tightens and trembles beneath his.

He comes, flooding her awareness with fresh heat, urging her up until she's arched against him and greedily grinding on his cock while he spends himself inside her, the sound of his low moan as pleasurable as any tangible caress.

Thunderstruck in all the best ways, Nami stays silent for a long moment after they both go still, too fuckstruck to call herself out on all the things she finds herself relishing about him in the aftermath. ]

You sure you got that demon nickname just from hunting pirates? [ Yes, it's a compliment. Yes, she's still basking and all the more unguarded and stupid because of it. ]

As soon as I can move, we're getting in the shower. [ That she's fucking him again before, during, and/or after is a given. ]

[ He's not going to judge, not this time. Not when he finds himself spinning a little into that kiss, clinging to her body, to her heat, as his only mooring line. She's warm and perfect wrapped around him, and he doesn't want to let go. Not for a second.

Though eventually, the moment begins to cool, just a tad. The pleasure rolls back, settling into a dull roar in his head and in his blood. He can focus again.

Focus maybe on her eyelashes, on the curve of her lips, on how delighted she looks. Buzzed, yes, in a pleasant way. God (that he doesn't remotely believe in) help him. ]

What, you think I fucked my way through my bounties? Please. [ He almost says something about none of them looking as good as her, and bites it back. She does not need that fuel on her ego. Not at all.

Instead, he scoffs slightly, resting his head against hers for a moment. ] Good. You're a mess.

[ All too easily, Nami could lose herself in the warm, familiar weight of his body against hers, and the lingering pangs of sweetly fading pleasure that make the absent patterns her fingertips draw across his shoulder all the more languid and quietly affectionate. ]

I think if you told me you got the demon nickname for other reasons, it wouldn't be a surprise. [ For reasons unknown, Nami is fast to dismiss the thought of Zoro fucking his way through anything that she wasn't a part of, choosing instead to try and shake off some of the post-coital haze, only to fail miserably when he rests his head against hers. ]

Like you look put together right now.

[ He looks perfect. Still a little flushed and recovering, gorgeously smug in a way that should make her roll her eyes, but instead encourages her to let her forehead bump his lightly before stealing another kiss, seemingly in no real hurry to have him pull away. ]

[ Realistically, he should be getting up. Cleaning her off of his dick and getting dressed, making sure to slip out of here before anyone can notice. They always have to play quiet, behave. Make sure that no one catches on. The blow up in the crew surely wouldn't be worth it.

He doesn't do any of that. It feels too good leaning against her. Nuzzling into her warmth, feeling her skin dragging against his, warm and soft. He doesn't even want to pull out of her any faster than he has to. ]

Better than you.

[ The words are muttered as he leans into the kiss, works his lips slowly against her. It's far lazier than before, most of the passion and the hunger fucked out of him for the time being. Instead he can just enjoy her. Far, far too much.

He's just gonna ignore that. ]

You can't see yourself.

[ She murmurs, lips brushing lightly against his between kisses. There's a selfish train of thought running through her mind, already working out the absolute latest (or earliest) she could kick him out without it drawing attention. The idea of taking that bath and getting him tangled in her sheets afterward is far too satisfying to not try and keep him here. It's risky, but he's lingered longer.

Good thing she's not in any position to examine why that is, or why, even in the aftermath, it still feels like they're built to fit together. There's a warmth sitting on her chest that isn't easily dismissed, urging her to break away from that kiss in order to meet his eye again. ]

They're asleep. Take that shower with me. [ Her brows lift slightly, smirking in the way she sometimes does when she knows she's having a brilliant idea. ] We can find out how fast you make me need another one after. [ All for the sex, and not because she likes to steal glances at him while he's asleep. ]

[ He should know better, of course. Should know how to keep himself and his libido under control. He's trained himself, honed his mind, his willpower, to be just an extension of his blade. Of course he can turn down a little more fooling around.

Then again, seeing her tits all wet and glistening in the shower is certainly...

He rolls his eyes a little, like he isn't letting her win him over far too easily. ] You're relentless, aren't you? Need me that bad, huh?

[ But of course he's still here, tangled up in her. Still touching her almost unceasingly, his hands wandering without him really noticing. ]

Guess you need someone to make sure you don't fall over on those jelly legs.

Jelly legs? Please.

[ Because it's the less complicated portion of this dozy conversation, simpler than calling out his own relentlessness because it might risk him stopping while simultaneously drawing attention to how right he is about her – two things Nami does not want to happen. She's selfish, but Zoro's begun to bring out a new side of that greed, a quietly unquenchable want for things that aren't material, and aren't completely rooted in having more terrific sex.

The prudent side of her knows these are all things better off pushed out of her mind, but that still doesn't stop her hands from curving over his shoulder blades, her touch more thoughtful than desirous, like she'll be forever mapping him out by touch, like his body is her favorite landscape. ]

You're the one who's going to get all stupid while I'm washing your hair and my tits are in your face. [ Sorry Zoro, she knows how you feel about her wet boobs. It's not subtle. ]

[ He lets out a soft snort. She can be stubborn and willful all she wants - and she will, he knows, and it'll be cute the entire time damn him - but he's seen the after effects of what he can do to her. ]

You'd fall over without me.

[ Good thing she's in no worry of being alone, then. He's in no hurry to leave, and especially not when her fingers trace tingling warmth across his back, down his spine. And when she offers the promise of pushing his face down towards her tits. Yeah, she got his ass there. ]

Like you won't be begging me to suck on them.

[ No, Zoro, that's definitely you. ]

[ Those after effects are part of the pile of reasons Nami has for staying right where she is despite the talk of showering. ]

How could I fall over with you pressing me against the wall like you know you're going to?

[ She turns her head and hides a smile against his hair as her hands go flat on his back to better absently rove over his back and enjoy the shape of him. ]

Beg? You probably want to already. [ And purely just because Nami wants to prove her point, and for no other reason having to do with wanting him, and enjoying these sweet, stupid moments before the afterglow full fades, she arches her back slightly and gives a slight wiggle, playfully teasing him with the press of her breasts against him. ]

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