( and is zoro suddenly desperate and feral enough to turn the world's longest and most diverse text thread into horny action? most definitely.
so if and when nami ends up in the anchor room, she'll find zoro with his hands shoved into his pockets, trying not to look too eager even though he is pretty fucking eager, even though this feels risky after their grandiose like confessions to one another. )
[ Who's thinking about grandiose confessions of like? Not Nami. She's heading down to the anchor room and is delighted by the fact that he's finally relented and saved her from having to be the one to crack first. She's done enough damage during this conversation, thanks.
Somehow she manages to look nonchalant while strolling through the door, but the veneer coolness ends the second she pulls it shut behind her and she's crossing the room to Zoro a heartbeat later, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down so she can kiss him. ] What'd you lose?
( there's no hesitation as zoro's hands find nami's hips, fingertips just barely skimming up beneath the hem of her shirt to touch the bare skin beneath as he meets her lips with a fervor that almost catches himself off guard. it's impossible not to succumb to it after so many messages exchanged, funny and heartfelt and heated, igniting something rare in him.
his lips stay parted when she draws back to tease him, looking every part as needy as he is. maybe zoro just drops to his knees instead, eyeing the hem of her skirt briefly before glancing back up at her through his lashes. ) Don't remember.
[ As excited as she is, he makes it damn near impossible not to join him on the floor, push him down and fuck him senseless when he looks up at her through half-lidded eyes, the way his eyelashes fan out over the top of his cheeks making her want to kiss him and hit him - just like they always do. ]
You know they say if you keep looking you'll remember. [ Makes no sense but who can care about something like that when she's reaching out to run her hand through his hair, partly to urge him on, but mostly just because after everything that's been said between them - she really wants to touch him. ]
( words are hard right now. and if he seems preoccupied with the strip of bare skin exposed by the way that nami's shirt rides up, well. who could blame him? zoro's tongue flicks out to wet his lips before looking back up at her very briefly to acknowledge, ) Sure.
( he doesn't know who "they" are that say that, but he doesn't really care — mostly because he's too busy gripping nami's hips, leaning in to press a slow kiss to the skin beside her navel, tongue darting out for a taste, head tipping lower. )
[ For all the bravado and the ease with which Nami runs her mouth, Zoro doesn't have to do much to make her start to wonder if it's actually possible to go weak in the knees over the way someone looks at you. She'd always assumed it was a stupid cliche, but the warmth of his mouth against her skin makes her lean forward, her whole body moving towards that touch.
Nami runs her hand along the back of his neck and across his shoulder, trying not to give into the urge to shiver as he ducks his head and kisses lower. ]
( 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. )
[ There's no escaping it, and without even meaning to her hand is back in his hair, smoothing it back from his face so she can give herself the best view possible while his mouth stamps deliberate kisses up her leg, making her breath catch when she feels him pulling her panties down. Zoro stops at the hem of his skirt, looking up at her as deliberate as ever, and Nami feels the smirk on her face tip towards a smile, her eyes narrowing at him. ]
I'm going to push you over and ride you until you can't breathe if you don't stop gloating. [ Under all that prowess when it comes to keeping her tone as dry as possible, it's impossible to miss the affection in her delivery. Eventually, she's going to make good on that threat, but until then Nami's too worked up to move, the steady building ache between her thighs keeping her rooted in place, her entire body seeming to wait to see where he'll let his mouth go next. ]
( now that makes zoro's smile twist into something even more smug, a wicked little thing as he warns: ) Don't threaten me with a good time. ( and, perhaps a threat of his own, he leans in to bite the soft skin of her inner thigh, pearly whites strong enough to grip the wado ichimonji meeting something — equally precious to zoro.
nami.
he's close enough now, nosing under her skirt to get it the fuck out of his way, eyes fluttered closed as he delves right in, mouth wet as he kisses the apex of her thighs, humming as his tongue flicks out to taste her, fingers digging into her hips as he holds her in place. fuck. )
[ There's an abrupt break in the soft hum of her laughter as the sharp press of his teeth against her inner thigh makes her inhale sharply, shivering while she staves off the desire to squirm, at least for the moment. A heartbeat later his mouth runs higher, tongue meeting the slick heat that's been building since somewhere during the first fifty or so messages they traded. The deft brush of his tongue and the way his hands fit over her hips keep her heart racing, eyes fluttering closed as she forgets herself enough to breathe out a moan. ]
Zoro... [ His name's a soft sound in her mouth. Low, sweet, and maybe a little adoring while nimble fingers card through his hair, tugging softly at the ends before her nails run over his scalp, dragging gently through close-cropped green strands. ]
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i'm not really into the thought of tender kissing anyone else on this boat, so.
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[ Being super cool about this and making a personal vow not to get disgusting again. ]
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( 🥰🥰🥰 )
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( NAMI. )
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[ 🥰🥰🥰 ]
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( and is zoro suddenly desperate and feral enough to turn the world's longest and most diverse text thread into horny action? most definitely.
so if and when nami ends up in the anchor room, she'll find zoro with his hands shoved into his pockets, trying not to look too eager even though he is pretty fucking eager, even though this feels risky after their grandiose like confessions to one another. )
screaming
Somehow she manages to look nonchalant while strolling through the door, but the veneer coolness ends the second she pulls it shut behind her and she's crossing the room to Zoro a heartbeat later, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down so she can kiss him. ] What'd you lose?
WHOOPS
his lips stay parted when she draws back to tease him, looking every part as needy as he is. maybe zoro just drops to his knees instead, eyeing the hem of her skirt briefly before glancing back up at her through his lashes. ) Don't remember.
i've gone feral about the situation
You know they say if you keep looking you'll remember. [ Makes no sense but who can care about something like that when she's reaching out to run her hand through his hair, partly to urge him on, but mostly just because after everything that's been said between them - she really wants to touch him. ]
🤭
( words are hard right now. and if he seems preoccupied with the strip of bare skin exposed by the way that nami's shirt rides up, well. who could blame him? zoro's tongue flicks out to wet his lips before looking back up at her very briefly to acknowledge, ) Sure.
( he doesn't know who "they" are that say that, but he doesn't really care — mostly because he's too busy gripping nami's hips, leaning in to press a slow kiss to the skin beside her navel, tongue darting out for a taste, head tipping lower. )
oh wow a party in my inbox
Nami runs her hand along the back of his neck and across his shoulder, trying not to give into the urge to shiver as he ducks his head and kisses lower. ]
🥵🥳
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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I'm going to push you over and ride you until you can't breathe if you don't stop gloating. [ Under all that prowess when it comes to keeping her tone as dry as possible, it's impossible to miss the affection in her delivery. Eventually, she's going to make good on that threat, but until then Nami's too worked up to move, the steady building ache between her thighs keeping her rooted in place, her entire body seeming to wait to see where he'll let his mouth go next. ]
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nami.
he's close enough now, nosing under her skirt to get it the fuck out of his way, eyes fluttered closed as he delves right in, mouth wet as he kisses the apex of her thighs, humming as his tongue flicks out to taste her, fingers digging into her hips as he holds her in place. fuck. )
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Zoro... [ His name's a soft sound in her mouth. Low, sweet, and maybe a little adoring while nimble fingers card through his hair, tugging softly at the ends before her nails run over his scalp, dragging gently through close-cropped green strands. ]