[ 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.

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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. ]

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. ]

[ 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. ]