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[ Oh, and he notices the way she stops so deliberately. Rubs herself up against him, that annoyingly perfect ass of hers rubbing against him and settling in to his body like it belongs there. And it almost does. It's so tempting to just wrap his arm around her waist, hold her there, grind in a little bit more...

But that would be more than a little too public, and besides, they're here for a reason. He's just here to be her bodyguard, and her cover, but he still has to keep his head clear.

Not that that's going to be a problem. Obviously. It's just a job, and the way she looks in that dress and the feeling of her fingers tangled with his aren't doing a thing to him. Obviously. ]

Dice, maybe. Probably faster. [ Not that he's ever been much of a gambler. At least, with anything other than his life, and perhaps this little game they're playing. But if he is gambling on that, well, at least he's winning, right? Right. ]

Faster? You got somewhere to be? [ Blue eyes flit sideways, eyeing him wolfishly, like she's damn well aware of where he's got to be.

Amusingly enough, Zoro is correct. Dice are quicker than cards, from the games themselves to the strategies Nami's got up her sleeve for padding their winnings and getting them to the high roller's area faster.

Just as they're about to reach the craps table, Nami turns toward Zoro. The soft smile that warms over her features when her eyes meet his comes way too easily, something she'd say is all for the sake of the job, considering how much it helps maintain their newlywed image, making it seem wholly innocuous when she gets close, her lips brushing his as she speaks in a voice low enough for only him to hear. ]

I need you to kiss my neck so I can get a better look at the table. [ Even with her eyelashes fluttering in apparent delight, Nami will be able to discern the set-up, the other gamblers, and the color of the dice, all details that will help her decide on which of her many plans to go with. ]

[ And he'll just roll his eyes. This was her plan, and obviously just executing the job is the only thing he means. Obviously.

Ah, but then she's cutting him off as they approach the table. Spins around, looks at him so warmly, sweetly. Almost lovingly. Not that he's going to linger on that thought, because why would he want to? It's fine. He's not bothered. Certainly not by the soft sound of her voice, and her warm lips against him. ]

Well, if you insist.

[ He tilts his head down and starts to kiss across the column of her throat as he winds an arm around her waist, sweeping her up against his body like he simply can't keep his hands off of her. Like he has to hold her, unleash his passion.

Only an act, though. ]

[ Him holding her like this isn't new, but it is entirely reserved for behind closed doors and everybody else's backs. Letting herself get caught up in his arms in public, even after being the one to suggest it, is a whole new kind of thrilling.

And that giddiness makes her feel so stupid, like she needs to get a grip and remember he's doing what he's got to, to help her pull off this job, and nothing else.

Which, she will, after she's done tilting her head back with a sigh of enjoyment, and her letting fingertips drag up the nape of his neck before carding through the short strands of his hair. Nami takes her time taking in the table in question, sizing up the other players, and the attendant running the game. She brought an extra pair of dice that'll match the ones being played with perfectly.

Though she has the information she needs, Nami is in no rush to pull away, letting her hand continue to play through his hair, before she ducks her head and presses a kiss against his temple. ]

Really good at this husband stuff, aren't you? [ She was so fixed on teasing him by saying something like that, Nami didn't consider how those words might hit her as she says them. Because while there's nothing to admit, so far Zoro has been good at almost everything she's needed or wanted from him, but saying something about it almost knocks the wind right out of her.

That she's such a practiced hand at jobs like this, may be the only thing that keeps her from wincing and backing off. ]

Come on. [ Her voice sounds weak to her ears, and she has to draw back half a step before trying to continue. ] I'm gonna need you to blow on my dice for good luck.

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i'm really enjoying how on fire these circumstances can become tbh