Author's Note: Hello! Welcome to my entries. Yes, these were all drabbles written for a LiveJournal community called 15pairings, which is wonderful! You select a fandom, pick a theme set, and write a different drabble for each theme, each using a different couple. It's brilliant!
Theme: "illusion"
Couple: Robin/Nami (WARNING Girl/girl couple ahead!)
Rating: T+ (WARNING This one is slightly more smutty than the other two.)
Behind the Curtain
Sanji wanted in that room.
There was a window, sure. But they were girls, and like girls do, had decided to hang decorative curtains at the only portal into that torturous world of their bedroom. And so Sanji, after trying every method imaginable to remove the curtain, move it slightly to one side, or replace it with transluscent fabric, finally gave up and resigned himself to his own illusions of what went on inside that room.
He liked to imagine them changing into their see-through nighties; that was his favorite illusion. Sometimes, instead, he pictured them talking together about him, getting all hot and bothered the more they spoke. A few times, his mind strayed to dirtier scenes, all of which involved himself or at least his name.
But he had no idea what really went on in there, past his own illusions.
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The see-through nighties were hardly necessary in the reality of the world beyond the bedroom window. But sometimes Nami liked to don fishnet stockings; still, she found them a bit too constricting most nights. As Sanji stood outside and imagined himself a ladies' man, Nami, inside, grinned deviously at Robin and approached her slowly.
Robin stiffened; in battles, she was the stronger, but behind that curtained window, that illusion vanished as well, and she fell prey to the spark that ignited Nami's beautiful, dark eyes. The redhead took subtle, slow steps toward her, practiced and poised. Robin inched backward until she touched the wall, feeling it scrape against her bare back.
Then Nami was there, her breath striking Robin's neck with a sharpness that made the dark-haired woman cry out softly; another pinprick flare was Nami biting at the neck instead. Robin shut her eyes and allowed Nami to move her around, shove her down to the bed, fall atop her.
Legs entwined with each other as Nami first sat, then stretched out the length of Robin's body, hands moving to just the right places to ilicit soft, throaty noises. Then a climax, and then a relaxation; almost as soon as the moment had appearead, it vanished into Nami dressing herself in silence and Robin pulling the sheets over her own body.
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Outside, Sanji mistook the silence for the women being asleep, and wished himself in the room, not realizing what he was missing.
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