[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
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. ]
[ 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 â 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
i'm really enjoying how on fire these circumstances can become tbh
[ 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.
[ 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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