Seventeen Year Old Boy
"In here!"
Panting hard, Nami grabbed Luffy's hand, and yanked him into the alley. She clamped her hand onto his mouth. Luffy pouted at this, but kept silent.
It was then that he smelled it.
He blinked, staring at Nami because it seemed to come from her.
The crew had been attending a banquet where his navigator had wanted to filch some coin so they could feed him. He had come in an old suit borrowed from Sanji, and Nami was in a strapless white tiered dress with black stockings, high heels, and belt.
But she smelled like oranges.
Luffy began to sweat a bit as he stared down at her in his indecision, wondering what he was going to do when she was so close, and she looked so very soft to touch.
Her eyes were hard though, but they were looking out of the alley. He tried to pay attention to where the marines had gotten. However, every breath from the woman in front of him caused her breasts to just barely tap his chest, so he shifted his breathing to match hers so he could feel a bit more of the softness.
Swallowing nothing, his eyes gradually shifted down to her beautifully exposed neck, and then down the slope of her chest to a forbidden view.
He licked her palm, and she jumped, looking up at him with a gasp, "Luffy, don-"
Grasping her wrists, he spread his arms out wide to his sides, causing her body to press up against him before he leaned down to lock lips, sucking on her lips and tongue. Nami shuddered, and pressed up more before she turned her head to the side quickly with a deep blush.
"Luffy," she whispered, "we're being chased." Nami seemed to be resisting the urge to groan as he kissed along her neck and jawline with a few taps of his wet tongue to taste her. She said, "Ooh … it's your fault they're after us, Luffy. You need to stop doing this to me …"
"Stop being so pretty."
THE END
Mmm ... I think this looks better when it's all colored, but it's good even without the colors, so I don't mind posting it here so much.