There's not enough yuri in the archives.
Well, that's what I think, anyways. That, and Nami obviously tops Robin.
Outside, Robin was the one in control. She was the one who took down scores of enemies without even moving from her spot, the one who knew how to maneuver through forests of blades and bayonets and emerge without a scratch. She had power, an icy aura emanating around her that let everyone know that she was not one to be messed with.
Inside, Robin was on her knees, blindfolded, before the only other person of the ship that held an equal yet different kind of intimidation. A firey kind, that burned at her senses and set her blood aflame.
One of Nami's legs was propped up on a chair, her back pressed against the wall in the curtained darkness. Robin's lips nuzzled her belly and Nami let out a soft exhale that wasn't quite a sigh.
Inside, it was clear that the fire overcame the ice.
Nami rested a hand on the other woman's head, and like on a silent command, Robin moved lower, leaving a trail of fleeting kisses. Her hands- just two, her own two hands- prevented Nami from bucking violently as Robin's tongue tasted her, moving almost hesitatingly as if waiting for Nami's approval.
Inside, the ice melted before the flame.
Nami's fingers tightened around strands of dark silky hair and her breath quickened, her cheeks flushed. Robin's tongue and mouth continued to move to a silent rhythm, eliciting low moans and sighs. Her own wants throbbed within, but of course, her needs would have to come after Nami's.
It was those nights that Robin felt most vulnerable. And yet she yearned for more, to taste Nami, to hear her moan, make her sweat, to do nothing but bring pleasure. She lapped Nami up like a thirsty kitten, purring against her, tongue dancing in and out with an infuriatingly teasing manner.
Nami let a throaty moan escape into the darkness as the throbbing tempo increased, the blazing heat of the fire searing her insides. White sparks danced in her vision as she climaxed, letting out a harsh cry. For a few silent moments, she panted, her fingers idly playing with Robin's hair and the blindfold around her eyes.
Robin lifted her head and licked her wet lips of any remaining residue, resting her forehead against Nami, patiently waiting for her to catch her breath.
After all, the night had only begun.