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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. ]
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. ]
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. ]
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. ]
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. ]
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 -
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 -
[ Honestly, she’s grateful that it didn’t take that much to get Zoro cleaned up and dressed sharply enough that he blends into the casino as well as she does. Together, they look exactly like the well-off honeymooners they’re meant to be seen as, her in her little black dress, and him, in a similarly dark suit coat.
The plan is simple. Get in and work the room while Zoro watches her back. If everything goes well, they charm their way to the VIP table and walk off richer than they entered – because the captain’s meat habit doesn’t pay for itself. Should things not go according to plan, Nami’s prepared to make money on her own terms. They’ll play the role of tipsy, horny newlyweds, and fondle one another through the gaming house’s hallways until they’re in the back corridors. From there it becomes a short and sweet shakedown, one they're practically guaranteed to end up celebrating naked by sunrise.
She feels good about this. As long as nothing goes wrong, it's just a matter of time before the parts of her brilliant scheme to start clicking into place.
Nami doesn't expect the drink that gets sent Zoro's way, however, or the dark-haired woman posed at the end of the bar who ordered it. Just as unanticipated, there's a pang of jealously sitting heavy in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that makes her down her drink a little faster while working hard not to glare. ]
Maybe we don't look married enough. [ For the plan to work, of course! No other reason! ]
The plan is simple. Get in and work the room while Zoro watches her back. If everything goes well, they charm their way to the VIP table and walk off richer than they entered – because the captain’s meat habit doesn’t pay for itself. Should things not go according to plan, Nami’s prepared to make money on her own terms. They’ll play the role of tipsy, horny newlyweds, and fondle one another through the gaming house’s hallways until they’re in the back corridors. From there it becomes a short and sweet shakedown, one they're practically guaranteed to end up celebrating naked by sunrise.
She feels good about this. As long as nothing goes wrong, it's just a matter of time before the parts of her brilliant scheme to start clicking into place.
Nami doesn't expect the drink that gets sent Zoro's way, however, or the dark-haired woman posed at the end of the bar who ordered it. Just as unanticipated, there's a pang of jealously sitting heavy in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that makes her down her drink a little faster while working hard not to glare. ]
Maybe we don't look married enough. [ For the plan to work, of course! No other reason! ]
[ It's not quite how he expected to spend his evening, he'll be honest, getting all dolled up and on an away mission. Some would argue why he was the one picked at all. It's not like Sanji wouldn't happily volunteer to play the part of Nami's devoted husband, and not like he doesn't dress up properly as standard, compared to the far more simple and casual Zoro.
And yet. Weird how that happens.
Not that it means anything, of course. It's just a job, just a mission, and having her walk around in her little cocktail dress on his arm, well, it's not like that inspires anything in him. And even if it does, it's only because he already knows how she looks naked, and how good she looks naked. Maybe after this, when they celebrate, they can enjoy themselves thoroughly in a more intimate setting. You know. Just for the fun of it.
But for now, they have to focus, have to do the mission right. Play the part of the married couple, not that he's quite the best at that, being reserved by nature. And maybe it's coming back to bite them. A drink is sent his way, and he grins just a little bit. More at Nami's quiet bristling, as opposed to anything else. He noticed. ]
You think? You're hanging off my arm enough. [ He offers a polite nod at the woman across the bar, though, before waving off the drink. She pouts. Sorry, but he's married. Well. Fake married. Nothing else. Obviously. ] Maybe we have to dial it up.
[ That's probably his fault, but... ]
And yet. Weird how that happens.
Not that it means anything, of course. It's just a job, just a mission, and having her walk around in her little cocktail dress on his arm, well, it's not like that inspires anything in him. And even if it does, it's only because he already knows how she looks naked, and how good she looks naked. Maybe after this, when they celebrate, they can enjoy themselves thoroughly in a more intimate setting. You know. Just for the fun of it.
But for now, they have to focus, have to do the mission right. Play the part of the married couple, not that he's quite the best at that, being reserved by nature. And maybe it's coming back to bite them. A drink is sent his way, and he grins just a little bit. More at Nami's quiet bristling, as opposed to anything else. He noticed. ]
You think? You're hanging off my arm enough. [ He offers a polite nod at the woman across the bar, though, before waving off the drink. She pouts. Sorry, but he's married. Well. Fake married. Nothing else. Obviously. ] Maybe we have to dial it up.
[ That's probably his fault, but... ]
[ 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.
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.
[ Shooting a glare in the direction of the woman sending Zoro drinks, Nami lets her muddled feelings about the situation flare in that brief, but venomous look before her attention returns to Zoro, and the effort it takes not to scowl at him and ruin the whole ruse. ]
Don't make it sound like you hate it, dumbass. [ Despite the slightly scathing tone she admonishes him with, the flirtatious smile on her face stays firmly in place, making it seem, from a distance, like the two of them are locked into a spate of playfully teasing banter. ] You're not good at seeming like you adore me, that's the problem. [ Nami's fingers smooth down the shoulder of his jacket in an absent show of affection, as she continues her whispered train of thought. ] Why else would some blonde think she can steal you away?
[ Otherwise, how will it be believable, when they make their escape by way of fervently kissing while stumbling through the halls?
Thinking about another woman getting his attention more easily than she can, does not make her more annoyed than she expected it to!
This is fine. ]
Don't make it sound like you hate it, dumbass. [ Despite the slightly scathing tone she admonishes him with, the flirtatious smile on her face stays firmly in place, making it seem, from a distance, like the two of them are locked into a spate of playfully teasing banter. ] You're not good at seeming like you adore me, that's the problem. [ Nami's fingers smooth down the shoulder of his jacket in an absent show of affection, as she continues her whispered train of thought. ] Why else would some blonde think she can steal you away?
[ Otherwise, how will it be believable, when they make their escape by way of fervently kissing while stumbling through the halls?
Thinking about another woman getting his attention more easily than she can, does not make her more annoyed than she expected it to!
This is fine. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ Don't think he doesn't notice that look in her eyes. If she's trying to sell jealousy, she's doing a very good job of it. Almost too good. ]
Wouldn't dream of such a thing. [ Said so mildly, with a half-smile curving his lips. It doesn't feel quite natural, but he does his best to sell it all the same. He's not exactly the accomplished actor, here. He's best at brute force, at handling dangerous situations. He's a blade, a sword, a straight line with a sharp edge and steel in his core. She's the one who's all soft smiles and misdirection and curved lines.
He might be staring at her tits in that dress. Sue him. ]
Maybe I just look too good in this suit for her not to try. Ever thought about that?
[ He's going to look more than a little pleased with himself as he says that. Especially because it seems to be getting under her skin. That's always worth exploring. ]
Wouldn't dream of such a thing. [ Said so mildly, with a half-smile curving his lips. It doesn't feel quite natural, but he does his best to sell it all the same. He's not exactly the accomplished actor, here. He's best at brute force, at handling dangerous situations. He's a blade, a sword, a straight line with a sharp edge and steel in his core. She's the one who's all soft smiles and misdirection and curved lines.
He might be staring at her tits in that dress. Sue him. ]
Maybe I just look too good in this suit for her not to try. Ever thought about that?
[ He's going to look more than a little pleased with himself as he says that. Especially because it seems to be getting under her skin. That's always worth exploring. ]
Maybe you look rich, hot, and stupid, and she wants to pick your pocket. [ She shoots back, rolling her eyes as her lips purse tartly. This isn't going to cut it, and the cat burglar in her knows that. It's clear he's having much too much fun with this ruse, which means it's on her to get it together and keep it that way.
Like a curtain, her irritation lifts away as Nami makes herself sidle closer to Zoro, those daggers in her eyes dulling into a warm affection so vivid and soft, it might start to seem real if one looked long enough. Reaching over to the bar, she nudges impatiently at the bottom of the drink that was already in front of him with feigned impatience, before leaning close enough to let her chest settle against his. ]
Now grab my ass and act like I'm the greatest. [ Nami's lips brush against Zoro's earlobe as she whispers that last part, her arm lazily draping across his stomach, equal parts possessive and tender. ]
Like a curtain, her irritation lifts away as Nami makes herself sidle closer to Zoro, those daggers in her eyes dulling into a warm affection so vivid and soft, it might start to seem real if one looked long enough. Reaching over to the bar, she nudges impatiently at the bottom of the drink that was already in front of him with feigned impatience, before leaning close enough to let her chest settle against his. ]
Now grab my ass and act like I'm the greatest. [ Nami's lips brush against Zoro's earlobe as she whispers that last part, her arm lazily draping across his stomach, equal parts possessive and tender. ]
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. ]
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. ]
[ He lets out his own scoff, grinning slyly. Yeah, of course he looks hot, and of course she knows that. ] Is that what you thought when you saw me the first time?
[ Well, okay, he didn't look rich, then. Details.
Then she's melting in against him, though, and he likes it more than he'd ever admit out loud, how her breasts squish against his chest, how she reaches for him. The heat of her voice in his ear. His eyes close over for a moment, and his hand slides down. Arm curls around her waist, fingers curl around her ass. She wants a squeeze, and it's a great ass. Maybe the greatest. ]
So demanding, [ he murmurs right back against her. ] Wifey.
[ Well, okay, he didn't look rich, then. Details.
Then she's melting in against him, though, and he likes it more than he'd ever admit out loud, how her breasts squish against his chest, how she reaches for him. The heat of her voice in his ear. His eyes close over for a moment, and his hand slides down. Arm curls around her waist, fingers curl around her ass. She wants a squeeze, and it's a great ass. Maybe the greatest. ]
So demanding, [ he murmurs right back against her. ] Wifey.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ Of course she knows that. Even in the middle of working her own hustle, Nami found the time to take in the sight of Zoro as he beat the crap out of half the bar – not that that's any of his business. ]
Please. You've always looked broke.
[ It's a tart remark that does nothing to diminish the warmth in her chest as her body slots in so snugly against Zoro's side, solid and familiar as the hand he curves over her ass.
Nami's arm tightens around him, until he calls her that and freezes her in place for a beat longer than she would have liked. Thankfully, she recovers herself in short order, arching against his hand almost encouragingly as she ducks her head and presses a firm kiss to his jaw. ]
If you didn't like it, you wouldn't have bothered getting me to the altar, love.
[ Right. It's all for the sake of their cover story. Time to turn away enough to down the rest of her drink, clearing her throat against the burn of the alcohol as she nudges him with her hip. ]
Come on. [ Before she gives herself a heart attack purely and solely for the sake of this ruse. ] Let's see how lucky you make me at roulette.
Please. You've always looked broke.
[ It's a tart remark that does nothing to diminish the warmth in her chest as her body slots in so snugly against Zoro's side, solid and familiar as the hand he curves over her ass.
Nami's arm tightens around him, until he calls her that and freezes her in place for a beat longer than she would have liked. Thankfully, she recovers herself in short order, arching against his hand almost encouragingly as she ducks her head and presses a firm kiss to his jaw. ]
If you didn't like it, you wouldn't have bothered getting me to the altar, love.
[ Right. It's all for the sake of their cover story. Time to turn away enough to down the rest of her drink, clearing her throat against the burn of the alcohol as she nudges him with her hip. ]
Come on. [ Before she gives herself a heart attack purely and solely for the sake of this ruse. ] Let's see how lucky you make me at roulette.
[ 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 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. ]
[ There is something about the way she settles in against his side, like she belongs there. Like her body was made to slot in against his. Even under the layers of his suit, her dress, the weight of the mission and the goal settled down around them, he thinks about how she feels when he's really slotted in against her, inside of her. How her hands clasp at his shoulders, how her legs knot at the small of his back.
Yeah, he's in danger of getting uncomfortably hard right in the middle of this casino. That wouldn't do.
Of course, that's almost preferable to the way her dropping that word hits him almost like a physical blow. He's been good at ignoring... a lot of things, really. Marvelous what you can do, when single-minded dissociation is kind of your go-to coping mechanism, and it has been, for some time. But it turns out maybe this act is churning some things to the surface.
Not that he cares. Obviously. ]
Guess you've got me there. [ It's muttered with a little less bite, certainty, than one might normally expect, but only a little. Probably not even noticeable. ] You do have lots of good qualities.
[ Like how nicely his arm curls around her waist, holding over her hip possessively. He's not the only one getting looks, after all. Her neckline seems to have its own gravitational pull, targeted solely at the eyes of at least half the men in this place. He doesn't like it. ]
I might have to play bodyguard as much as good luck.
Yeah, he's in danger of getting uncomfortably hard right in the middle of this casino. That wouldn't do.
Of course, that's almost preferable to the way her dropping that word hits him almost like a physical blow. He's been good at ignoring... a lot of things, really. Marvelous what you can do, when single-minded dissociation is kind of your go-to coping mechanism, and it has been, for some time. But it turns out maybe this act is churning some things to the surface.
Not that he cares. Obviously. ]
Guess you've got me there. [ It's muttered with a little less bite, certainty, than one might normally expect, but only a little. Probably not even noticeable. ] You do have lots of good qualities.
[ Like how nicely his arm curls around her waist, holding over her hip possessively. He's not the only one getting looks, after all. Her neckline seems to have its own gravitational pull, targeted solely at the eyes of at least half the men in this place. He doesn't like it. ]
I might have to play bodyguard as much as good luck.
[ 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.
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. ]
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. ]
[ The change in his voice is noticeable, but thankfully Nami's too busy mentally kicking herself for that misstep. The worst part is, for the sake of running a con like this one, it shouldn't feel like that. It should feel like one more seamless facet of a masterfully crafted facade, instead of making her heart beat faster for a second too long.
The compliment about her good qualities he comes at her with does her no favors, either. ]
I know. [ No matter what this stretch of conversation is doing to her, Nami refuses to let it show, acknowledging her good qualities with the same flatly matter-of-fact tone she wields for most occasions. Never mind the breathlessness that hangs on the edges of those words, or the veiled way she toes the line in the aftermath. ] You're one of them. [ Nami tilts her chin up and lets her lips brush his jaw before she slips away from the hand on her hip, taking a few steps away from the bar before her hand reaches back and catches his. She's not oblivious to the glances she's getting, but she's far more focused on the way he notices them, too. ]
Come on, bodyguard, you can keep grabbing my ass while I'm winning berry. [ The casino's not far from the bar, and already she's tempted to get to work fast, if only so she can drag him off sooner. ]
The compliment about her good qualities he comes at her with does her no favors, either. ]
I know. [ No matter what this stretch of conversation is doing to her, Nami refuses to let it show, acknowledging her good qualities with the same flatly matter-of-fact tone she wields for most occasions. Never mind the breathlessness that hangs on the edges of those words, or the veiled way she toes the line in the aftermath. ] You're one of them. [ Nami tilts her chin up and lets her lips brush his jaw before she slips away from the hand on her hip, taking a few steps away from the bar before her hand reaches back and catches his. She's not oblivious to the glances she's getting, but she's far more focused on the way he notices them, too. ]
Come on, bodyguard, you can keep grabbing my ass while I'm winning berry. [ The casino's not far from the bar, and already she's tempted to get to work fast, if only so she can drag him off sooner. ]
[ If nothing else, she's a particularly good actress. Better than him, for sure, who has to play the part by peeling back his stubborn and stoic exterior just a little bit, mostly so that he can let out the part of him that he tries to hide. The part of him that is more than a little smitten with her, and loves to keep his hands on her.
Good thing it's just acting, right? Right.
It also means that he's largely too distracted by keeping a leash on his own feelings to see through hers. Her slightly breathless words go unnoticed, save for the way that they, as always, send a pleasant shiver running up the back of his neck. Oh, how he wants to ruck up that annoyingly short dress and fuck the breath out of her. Later. Hopefully not too much later. But he follows her, even when she takes his hand, and twines his fingers with her without thinking. ]
How generous of you. [ He snorts a little as he says it, leaning close. Like she could keep his hand off her ass. You know. For the part. Just the part, though. ] Lead the way.
Good thing it's just acting, right? Right.
It also means that he's largely too distracted by keeping a leash on his own feelings to see through hers. Her slightly breathless words go unnoticed, save for the way that they, as always, send a pleasant shiver running up the back of his neck. Oh, how he wants to ruck up that annoyingly short dress and fuck the breath out of her. Later. Hopefully not too much later. But he follows her, even when she takes his hand, and twines his fingers with her without thinking. ]
How generous of you. [ He snorts a little as he says it, leaning close. Like she could keep his hand off her ass. You know. For the part. Just the part, though. ] Lead the way.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ It's a con, but it's not a con. She doesn't sneak glances at the other men in the bar she knows are looking her way in an effort to scheme a free drink or two, like she might if anyone else had come with her for this. Instead, Zoro keeps her attention almost effortlessly, the warmth that's left lingering long after she steps away from his hold and takes his hand instead not sitting as oddly as it should.
It's easy to let that feeling linger, to lean into the way it feels as natural as the half-step she lags behind, so that when he draws close behind her, her ass slots up against him snugly for a long enjoyable second before she begins to move towards the casino floor again. ]
Cards, or dice? [ She's got her ways of fixing both just enough for it to be believable as she gambled her way to the high roller's area, where she'll hustle enough out of the unfortunate suckers waiting to feed Luffy's meat habit and Zoro's sake needs for at least a month.
It's annoying how much she'd rather derail her plan for the sake of getting his hands back on her body, but for the moment she'll stay strong. Imagine wanting to fool around instead of making cold hard cash. That would be crazy, right? ]
It's easy to let that feeling linger, to lean into the way it feels as natural as the half-step she lags behind, so that when he draws close behind her, her ass slots up against him snugly for a long enjoyable second before she begins to move towards the casino floor again. ]
Cards, or dice? [ She's got her ways of fixing both just enough for it to be believable as she gambled her way to the high roller's area, where she'll hustle enough out of the unfortunate suckers waiting to feed Luffy's meat habit and Zoro's sake needs for at least a month.
It's annoying how much she'd rather derail her plan for the sake of getting his hands back on her body, but for the moment she'll stay strong. Imagine wanting to fool around instead of making cold hard cash. That would be crazy, right? ]
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