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[ 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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