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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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