Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. I chose not to edit it, primarily because I know a lot of you were curious about the difference between Law x Nami sex and Kid x Nami sex with how I was going to write it, and I wanted to make sure you got a good idea of that (because yes, it is very different in my head). Also, Kid demands explicit smut. If I get any flamers, I will edit this and post the full version to my tumblr.
Also, I had a little too much fun describing Kid's house. I just like imagining his house, okay. It's actually pretty nice considering four single men live there, lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or the characters, they belong to Eiichiro Oda.
A Step Toward the Inevitable
Nami awoke late the next morning, sprawled out in her bed on her stomach, staring blankly at the bit of light streaming into her room through the curtains. She was surprised she slept at all; memories, images, and sensations of the night before having plagued her mind for most of the night.
When she wasn't shivering from the way her skin crawled every time she remembered Absalom and what he did, she was shivering in a completely different way when she thought of Kid's touches. He had worked his way under her skin and she couldn't quite figure out how, or if it was really a bad thing.
She could admit, at least to herself as she lay in bed willing away the memory of his lips fluttering over her neck, that she was attracted to him. Physically speaking, that actually didn't surprise her. He was strong, the type of guy she would gravitate toward out of pure survival instinct. He was intelligent, even if he rarely showed it, and conversations with him were never boring, though they could drive her nuts. He had some appeal, but overall… he still scared her. He was violent and short tempered, and even if he only had verbal arguments with her that quickly blew over, he was still fairly unpredictable to her. And then there was his possessiveness.
Last night it worked in her favor. She had a surprisingly loyal and ferocious guard in him. She couldn't allow him to be that way all the time, though. She couldn't stand to be seen like a piece of property and less like an independent human.
Arlong saw her as a piece of property. That might have been a very different type of relationship, but that trait was similar enough that it left her on edge.
Maybe it wasn't quite the same, though. Maybe it was only worsened because of the strange limbo she had let herself fall into with him. Maybe if there was some stability between them he would calm down. Her rational side screamed bullshit at those excuses, but still she wondered. He wasn't all bad. He was a territorial asshole who reveled in making people he saw as enemies suffer, but he had his charming side beneath it all that left her curious if he might bring that out more and more over time.
He had so much potential, maybe he could be better.
She groaned at her idiotic thoughts and buried her face in her pillow. She knew what she was doing, she was trying to lend reason to feelings that held no ration whatsoever. Her body was telling her one thing, her mind another, and in between lay her confused heart, uncertain of what she should do with the man who she couldn't stop thinking about.
She hated him for making her feel so confused.
She groaned again when her phone rang. She didn't really feel like talking to anyone. Maybe if she ignored it, they'd just go away.
She closed her eyes to blissful silence when it cut to voicemail. Whoever it was could leave a message if it was important.
She cursed when the phone rang again a minute later- someone had better be in the hospital or she'd put them there herself.
Stretching her hand out, she snatched her phone off the nightstand and glared at the screen and who was calling.
Was he psychic? Did he just know to call when she happened to be thinking about him? Bastard.
"What, Kid?" She answered shortly, flopping her head back onto the pillow as she held the phone to her ear.
"Well aren't you chipper this morning," he responded flatly, an irritated tick in his voice at the rude greeting.
"I just woke up and I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone." She explained, hoping he might get the picture and end the call quickly, or at least not take her foul mood personally. Sure, it was his fault, in her mind, that she was in a bad mood, but he didn't need to know that, especially if it meant he'd get pissed off over it.
"Fine, this'll be quick." She sighed in relief at those words. "You coming over tonight?"
Her next sigh was full of annoyance. "I said I would think about it."
"I just need to know since we're going to the liquor store- want to make sure we have enough to handle you and your inhuman tolerance."
She found herself snorting at the excuse before groaning again. "I don't know," she whined. "I just woke up, Kid. I haven't even taken a shower. Hell, I'm still in bed, the last thing I care to think about is tonight."
"Geez, pain in the ass," he grumbled. "Just make up your damn mind, shouldn't be that hard."
"Well obviously it's a lot harder than you think!" She raised her voice, unhappy with the attitude.
"What's so fuckin' hard about it!? Either you want to come over, or you don't! Just pick one!" He began to yell back, his temper thinning with hers.
She whined and buried her face in her pillow. Why was this so hard? "I don't know."
"Fuckin'-" He growled. "You're comin' over. There. Decision made."
"What!? You can't just decide for me!" She screamed into her phone.
"Tough shit! You can't make a damn decision, then I'll do it for you!"
"Why can't you just be patient and wait a few hours for me to make up my mind on my own!?"
"Because I want to make sure you're coming over!"
"Well maybe I was going to, anyway, you don't need to be an ass and pressure me into it!"
"I'm not pressuring you into anything! If you don't want to come over, then fucking stay home, for all I care!"
"Well maybe I don't want to stay home!"
She heard him growl, his voice suddenly becoming distant as he pulled his phone away to snarl a number of curses. She almost felt bad for setting his temper off, but she did not appreciate being ordered around. If she was even going to entertain the idea of pursuing… whatever this was, then he needed to learn some boundaries.
"Nami?" He bit out, smothering his temper. "Do you want to come over?"
She let herself calm down, humming to herself in thought. She did like the idea of watching their defeated expressions as she took all their money, but she was still confused about Kid. There was that push and pull inside of her, one side wanted to see him again- desperately, even- and another side wanted to hide and was kicking her for even answering the phone in the first place.
She let out a long sigh.
"I want to," she said, pausing to hear him release an exhausted breath, "but I'm still not sure."
"If you want to come over, then just come over, there's nothing to think about." He groaned tiredly at her continued silence. "I want you to come over. You want to come over. What else is there to consider?"
She frowned thoughtfully. He had a point.
"Is this about last night?" He asked suddenly and her eyes shot wide. He didn't need to hear her answer, apparently, and he let out a grunt, a heavy rush of air as he seemed to fall back wherever he was at- the couch or his bed, she idly wondered what to picture. "It's just poker and some drinks. That's it. The guys'll be here, too. There's nothing to worry about."
She highly doubted that, not with how little control she had around him now.
"Fine," she sighed. "I'll come. What time do you want me there?"
"Seven." She swore he was grinning now. Did he really want to see her again that badly? "Ya want anything specific from the store? Or you good with anything?"
"A good wine," she smiled, feeling a little better with the decision made. She felt anxious still, but it was different, less uncertain, more anticipating and excited about spending another night with Kid and his friends. She never imagined she would look forward to seeing him two days in a row.
"You like red, right?"
"Yep," her smile widened. "Is Killer making anything, or should I eat before coming over?"
"He's making a few snacks, I think. Nothin' much. It's up to you. If you're hungry, you know he'll feed you anything you want." He snorted. "Don't know how, but ya got him wrapped around your little finger."
"Talent of mine." She said proudly, laughing along with him. "Pretty sure you're no different than he is."
"Maybe." His chuckle trailed into a low hum. "Alright, then I'll see ya tonight. Look forward to seein' what ya pick out to distract us with."
She laughed again, her eyes going to her closet as she began to wonder what she should wear. "I'll probably disappoint you. I can't have you getting too distracted, you might decide you don't want to play poker at all."
"True," he admitted easily, his voice taking an even lower note that made her stomach flip and her whole body heat. "But I said we're playin' poker, nothin' else… Unless ya have somethin' else on your mind, Kitten."
"Nope, just poker," she hummed teasingly. "I'll see you later."
"Later," he chuckled.
When she hung up, she pulled her pillow over her head to muffle her confused whimper.
She shouldn't be this excited about a poker game.
Kid's neighborhood wasn't one of the best- unsurprising- but his house was better kept than most of the others on his block.
The split level home had a dark stucco and stone façade, metallic fixtures added with the door and lights, as well as the two car garage. The front yard wasn't really a yard, merely stones and a few spindly trees that looked like they had seen better days, but somehow held onto life.
Apparently no one in Kid's house had much of a green thumb.
There was a walkway that lead from the driveway to a covered porch that was barren save for a black metal bench and a stucco pot that looked to serve as an ashtray. There was a bay window that gave a view of a small living room that she knew Kid and his friends never used; the couch served as a place to toss coats and bags. It was closed off from the rest of the house, felt like it was meant to be formal, and just didn't fit with the four men living there.
Just off the living room were stairs up to three of the bedrooms. A master with its own bathroom that Killer used, and two average sized spaces for Wire and Heat that overlooked the front of the house. The two men were forced to share a small hall bath. Further into the house was the kitchen and dining area. There was a formal dining room, but like the front living room, it was never used except for storage and a place to stash a keg if they had a big enough house party, which they rarely did.
Next to the kitchen and dinette area was the den, the main living space that she had slept in one night. She knew that outside, through the door that lead to the back porch and yard, there was a large shed that served as Kid's space to work on his hobbies, something she still didn't know much about.
There was a door in the den that lead down to the basement that Kid had converted into his own room, complete with a full size bath and even a small living space all for himself.
She had learned while waiting for Kid to get ready the morning after she had slept there, that he actually owned the house, or at least was majority owner. Killer had invested a share on the purchase, but Kid was listed as the owner and had put in a great deal of work renovating the structure that hadn't been in great condition when they bought it. It was the reason they let him have the basement to himself- he was the one who made it possible they could live there. She had been impressed, and idly realized later, that maybe she shouldn't have been so surprised when he was interested in her bike, but construction and mechanics didn't always go hand in hand, so not a connection she was inclined to make.
She never pictured him to be a home owner at twenty-three, but apparently Kid was more responsible than he appeared.
When she rid up to the house that night, she noticed the garage door open, Kid standing outside in shorts and a t-shirt with Wire, the lanky man smoking a cigarette. She didn't miss the way Kid's lip pulled into a lopsided smirk the second he saw her, and she was surprised when the look made her face warm with a slight blush beneath her helmet's shield.
He gestured toward his garage and a small space left open behind his SUV, signaling she pull her bike inside.
"Been some punks stealin' shit in the neighborhood," he explained as she pushed her bike past him. "Usually their too scared t'come near my place, but I'd rather not risk it."
"Thanks," she nodded before finally slipping off her helmet, hoping her blush had dissipated. She hung her helmet off a handle and ran her fingers through her hair, mussing up the light waves and making sure it didn't lay flat after being inside a helmet.
When she glanced at Kid again, she noticed he had his arms crossed as he leaned against the garage door's frame, his eyes glued to her and his right hand balled into a tense fist. His gaze looked distant, like his mind was off in another place as he frowned, and she had a good feeling as to where his thoughts lay.
She cursed internally when she felt her cheeks warm again.
Clearing her throat, she turned away from him, sparing him a hidden glance through a veil of her hair when she heard him grunt. He blinked, gave his head a tiny shake, and finally looked away again.
When she slipped off her leather jacket to stash in the storage compartment, though, she immediately felt his gaze land on her. Curious, she looked back to see he was staring intently at her upper back and shoulders exposed by her blue halter top. It was different from earlier, a mixture of confusion and curiosity in his gaze, and then she realized what spot he was staring at.
Her hand automatically went to grasp the scar that ran from her shoulder to her back. Her tattoo helped conceal part of it, but not the whole jagged mark where it extended onto her shoulder blade. She knew it wasn't the prettiest, and she was never self-conscious about it, but it was a part of that past she didn't like to discuss.
With her hand covering the scar, Kid's eyes immediately shot back up to hers. She kept her gaze as closed off and guarded as possible, and after a moment of searching it, he grunted and turned to go into the house through the garage.
"Come on, Kitten, let's get ya a drink before we start playin'."
Shaking off the strange moment, she smiled and followed him, brushing by Wire who gave her a tiny smirk and a polite nod in greeting as he finished his cigarette.
Once inside, wine glass in hand, Nami collapsed onto the couch as she watched Heat finish setting up the poker table. Kid fell into the spot beside her, his arm draping over the back behind her head, and grinned at her when she looked up at him.
"What?" She huffed, fighting off the urge to blush again.
"Ya really were serious about not dressin' to distract," he chuckled, looking over her simple top and khaki capris. The only part of her whole outfit that could be used to distract came from the hint of cleavage at the keyhole created where the halter strap crossed over her chest, and the small swell of breast that could be seen from the side if she moved her arms away. Otherwise, she was dressed more modestly, just as she planned.
She shrugged. "I don't think I need to with you guys. Plus, this is just a friendly game, it doesn't come with the same stakes an open tournament would."
"Got a point," he grunted and took a sip of scotch. "You're still distractin'," he mumbled into his glass, his eyes trailing down to her chest shamelessly.
She couldn't help but smirk deviously, her hand reaching out to brush over his thigh as she began to push herself up from the couch. Heat was done with the table, and Killer was setting a few snacks out nearby; it was time to start stealing all their money.
"Good to know it doesn't take much, Kid," she teased lowly, her hand still on his thigh as she glanced back at him before standing straight. Her smile grew at his sharp intake of breath and the way his right hand balled into a fist. "But at least try to make the game interesting."
"Interesting, huh?" He hummed as she stood up and sauntered by him to the table. She glanced back to see his eyes glued to her hips with another lopsided smirk. "I think I can do that, Kitten."
She didn't realize until later that she might have opened a door she shouldn't have.
"Don't worry, Killer," Nami laughed as she raked in a pile of chips, "you can always start betting the interest you guys still owe me from your bail." She laughed again when he glowered at her through his bangs. "Don't look at me like that. You might get lucky and not owe me a dime."
"She's ruthless," Kid barked a loud laugh, his own chip count holding steady after three hours. "What d'ya say? Gonna rack up some more debt tonight?"
"I think I'll pass." Killer grunted, picking himself up from his seat and stretching. "Plus it's getting late. After being out babysitting you two last night, I'm calling it a night early."
"Tsh, wuss," the younger man chuckled as he downed another glass of scotch. He turned to look at his other two roommates lounging on the couch. Heat and Wire had run out of chips an hour earlier, the two men settling in to watch a movie and the continuing game as they drank. "What about you two? Ask the little devil over here nicely, maybe she'll let you bet that debt of yours."
"Nah, we're not that stupid," Heat muttered while Heat yawned next to him.
"Then I guess it's down to you and me, Kitten," Kid grinned at her.
"Let me get a refill on my wine," she said as she got up from her seat beside him. She made sure to nudge him with her hip and ruffle his hair as she walked by, giving him a coy wink. "Then I hope you're prepared to hand over the pretty pile of cash to me."
"You sure are talkin' big just 'cause you have a small lead," he chuckled as he got up to follow her to the kitchen to get his own refill. He grabbed her tight around the waist and pulled her back against his chest, grinning against her ear. "You havin' fun, or do we need to find a way to make the game more interesting?"
She swatted at his arm playfully to escape to her nearly empty second bottle of wine. "I think you've done fine keeping it interesting so far, Kid."
"Hmm, too bad," he said as he slid up to the counter beside her, his full attention still on her. "Was thinkin' with the guys droppin' out, we can switch it up and start bettin' clothes."
"Kid!" She laughed despite the reprimand, her mood too good to care about his shameless flirting. They had been at it all night, though she still found herself claiming that her flirtatious gestures were merely to win the money everyone bought in with, and not the attraction she had toward him.
"Just a suggestion." He said, cocky smirk not fading, as he reached for his bottle of scotch.
"Yeah, I think I'm definitely going to bed," Killer groaned as he came into the kitchen with a few dishes and bottles from the den. "I don't know how much longer I can be in the same room as you two when you're getting along like this."
"He's right, Boss," Heat began to say as he came in with a few more things, a drowsy Wire stumbling along behind him. "I don't want to be around when you two start making out on the poker table."
Nami nearly spit out her wine as she sipped at it, and Kid, despite the fact he probably wanted to do just that, growled and threw a towel in the man's face. Apparently he didn't like being teased about his relationship, or whatever it was, with her so bluntly. Or maybe he just didn't want it to scare her off.
"Just go to bed, you idiots," Kid grumbled, shoving Heat in the shoulder as he headed back to the den.
After a few more jabs at Kid from his friends, some good nights to her, Nami found herself alone with the man who had been plaguing her thoughts more and more recently. She didn't know what to think about it, other than she was strangely glad for the time alone.
"Sorry 'bout that," he grunted as she took her seat again.
"It's fine. I'm used to being teased by friends over everything." She waved it off easily. It really didn't bother her, outside of the initial shock, but at least now she knew his reaction to it had more to do with her.
She stretched out on her chair as he shuffled the deck of cards. She had kicked off her shoes early in the game, and now she was carefully perching her bare foot on the edge of his chair, her toes curling and running over his thigh lightly. She had been teasing him most of the night that way, distracting him. He had said when they played pool together, to try to get up close and personal when looking to throw him off, and she found it worked a bit better than peeks of cleavage.
She let out a small yawn as she took up the cards he dealt her, trying to ignore how tired she was getting as she focused on her cards.
"You doin' alright there? Not gonna fall asleep on me before I win, are ya?" He smirked as his right hand reached down to drag his knuckles over her ankle. He'd been doing that a lot during the night, too.
"I'm fine. I can stay awake until dawn if I have to. Whatever it takes to pocket that money myself." She stuck her tongue out at him and nudged his leg with her foot while tossing some cards away. "Give me two."
"Don't push yourself, Nami," he chuckled, removing his hand from her to deal her the new cards and discard a few of his own. "You're just going to lose."
"That's funny coming from the man who only has a third of the chips." She tossed in some chips. She had a decent hand.
"Not for long." He raised her.
"Nope, because soon I'll have them all." She called.
"Three jacks." He laid out his cards, and she smiled.
"Flush."
"Damn."
"I told you. I'm going to win that money." She laughed, taking the chips and then the deck of cards for her turn to deal. "You can always surrender and get it over with."
"Hell no. You should know I never give up when I want something." He said, reaching down to give her calf a tight squeeze.
She glanced up at him as she shuffled, trying to maintain as blank an expression as she could. She didn't need to see his crocked grin to know the hidden meaning behind what he said.
She didn't say anything, she didn't need to as her foot slid further up along his thigh and his hand ran over her calf, beneath her capris. There was nothing that needed to be said as she dealt the next hand.
It was nearing midnight and it didn't look like they would have a definitive winner any time soon. Their chip stacks were just about even, the last half an hour they hardly changed after Kid managed to win a big enough pot to get back in the game with her.
She was tired, but refused to lose to him. She had her feet crossed in his lap at that point, lazily stretched out as she leaned her head on a fist while staring at her cards. Kid wasn't much better. He still had the mind to keep running his hand over her leg as he leaned over the table, but he wasn't talking as much as he tried to stay focused.
"Might be up until dawn at this rate," he mumbled while turning over his cards. Queen high straight.
"Mmm," she hummed in agreement while tossing her cards onto the table. Two pair. He won.
"Alright, fuck it. Count your chips." He ordered after taking his latest winnings.
She was too tired to argue and was curious to know what he was thinking, so she sat up straight, letting her legs fall from his lap, and carefully counted out her stacks.
She had a two chip lead.
"Next hand wins it," he declared, shoving his chips in. "I refuse to call it a draw. One of us is walking away with that money tonight."
"I think I can live with that." She managed a smile as she took the deck. It was her turn to deal again.
"Three cards," he said gruffly, tossing away the ones he didn't want. Good sign for her, possibly.
She gave him his cards, paid careful attention to his tired scowl, and then discarded and dealt her own.
She was going to need some help.
"Fuck. Pair." Kid groaned, tossing his cards down to show the two nines he had.
She smiled apologetically and his face fell even more. "Pair of tens."
"Damn it. Shit hands to end on." He was too lazy to care that he lost anymore as he leaned back in his chair and ran his hands over his face. "You're comin' over the next poker night, though. I'll win that money back from you."
"We'll see about that," she laughed lightly, mindlessly shuffling the deck again. The stack of buy-in money was still at the center of the table, she would grab it when she left. "You calling it a night?"
He pushed his hands into his messy red hair. He had tossed away his bandana when they were alone, letting his hair fall over his forehead. She had to say, she liked the disheveled look on him, especially with how he was looking at her now, lips set in a thoughtful frown.
"Depends." She cocked her head at his strange answer as he sat up straight again. "You gonna stay the night?"
"If you don't mind. It's late and I'm too tired to ride home now."
"You know you're welcome to stay whenever you want," he grunted. "And since that's the case, let's play one more game."
She raised a brow as he dragged himself from his seat and ambled to the kitchen. His steps were lazy, a little off balance. She knew he had drank a fair amount, but she suspected the change in his gait was because of the hour. She knew she was only feeling a bit more than a buzz, but her own exhaustion was worsening it.
He came back to the room with two shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, and some salt.
"Out of limes," he said as he set everything down between them. "This'll do, though."
"A drinking game?" She smiled in amusement.
"Just a quick one." He gestured for the cards and she handed them over. "Low card takes a shot."
She laughed, but played along. She wasn't ready to sleep yet, even if she was tired.
When he held out the deck, she drew her card. A two. She pouted at him as he cackled and drew a card, easily beating her with a six.
"Drink up." He grinned, pushing her a shot.
She didn't even grimace as she tilted it back after a small taste of salt. They went back and forth a few times like that, mostly even with a few draws, their warm buzz becoming more apparent as they went.
"That scar," Kid brought up as she downed another shot. She tried to glare at him in warning, but he ignored it. "Who gave it to you?"
"No one," she answered easily. It was technically the truth.
"Nami," he growled, unhappy with her constant avoidance.
"It happened in the past, Kid. It's not important." She said while taking the deck from him. He lost this time.
"When in the past?" He asked while tossing back his shot.
"Two years ago. A few months before we met." She handed him back the cards.
"What happened?" She scowled at the question. Next round was a draw.
"I don't want to talk about it, Kid." Another draw, and he glared at her stubbornly. "Why do you care so much?"
"'Cause I do," he shrugged. His loss the next round. "I'll just keep buggin' you until you tell me."
"You never seemed the type to push someone for information on their past." Her loss this time.
"Tsh, I do when they're being stubborn and constantly refusing to tell me anything. I know ya dealt with some bad shit, I just want to know what." Another draw. "Does it have to do with that Arlong guy?"
She set down the cards and sent him a look that clearly told him to back off. She was not in the frame of mind to discuss that with him.
"Alright, I get it. Stop lookin' at me like that." He took the deck from her. Draw. "You'll tell me someday, though."
She shrugged and took back the cards. They sat in a solemn silence as they continued to play. After another series of draws, Nami felt they needed to break the tense atmosphere again.
She might not like to cheat at card games, but that didn't mean she didn't know how.
It took Kid four straight losses to realize something was up. When she pulled a queen with ease to beat his six, he finally got it.
"What the? You fucking cheating witch!" He shouted, tossing down the deck. "How the fuck-!? Come here!"
She shrieked with laughter as he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into his lap.
"You hiding cards, huh?" He growled, his hands pushing up under her shirt as he searched her only made her laugh more as he accidentally tickled her. "How the fuck'd you do that?"
"I didn't do anything, I swear!" She argued through her giggles, shoving away his hands as she tried to escape.
"Lying to my face again," his growl had become more playful as he tugged her in closer. "The cat thief shows her true colors. 'Fess up, Kitten."
"You've just had too much to drink. You're paranoid. You can't handle that I'm luckier than you." She snorted, pushing her back against his chest to try to get leverage to pull out of his hold.
"Just tell me how ya did it." She shook her head and pursed her lips. "Tsh, you're lucky I'm too drunk to force it outta ya."
She giggled, and then felt herself take pity as he slumped back in his chair, all fight drained out of him again. His hold around her waist was still solid, and she didn't feel like escaping, so she turned to sit sideways in his lap as she rested her head on his shoulder. He grunted, his cheek pressing against her forehead as his left hand drifted up behind her to pull some strands of her hair off her neck, and his other hand continued to tease over her skin beneath her shirt.
"I bent the corners of the high cards when you started the game." She admitted with a soft smile after a minute.
"I fucking knew it." He groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as he leaned in to nip at her exposed neck. "And you said you don't cheat."
"I don't cheat at poker, but this was just a silly drinking game." She giggled, tilting her head against his shoulder as he continued to nip.
"Tsh, still a cheat," he grunted against her neck.
"Hm, you're just a sore loser," she teased and he nipped harder. She yawned despite herself and sank against him more. "We should probably call it a night, anyway."
"You gonna take the couch again?" He asked as his hold on her tightened and his mouth settled on a spot on her neck, his attention becoming hungry as he sucked on her flesh.
She moaned lightly, her hands moving up to fist in his shirt. That little voice in her head was questioning why she was letting him have control again, but it was easily flushed away when her mind fogged over and body pressed closer to his.
"I'm comfortable here." She was in a daze when she answered, listening to him groan as she nuzzled her face against his neck and let her lips graze over his skin.
It was all he needed to let whatever tacit restraint he had left vanish entirely.
"Damn it," he cursed, as his mouth found her ear and pulled louder mewls from her as he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh. "You're really drivin' me nuts, woman."
She didn't have a second to think about what he said before the grip in her hair tugged her face away from his neck so his lips could slam to hers. His kiss wasn't gentle, wasn't filled with emotion, it was just insatiable need and pent-up hunger as he swept his tongue into her mouth. He groaned deep in his throat with the first taste, pushed harder for more, was encouraged as her tongue ran over his playfully.
She could hardly breathe as he overwhelmed her. She felt hot and her head spun as she tried to keep up with his aggressive kiss. She didn't want to stop, though. She only found herself wanting more. As her arm wound around his neck and her hand dug into his hair, she relished the sound of his deep moan as he devoured her.
As much as she wanted to bemoan her lost control, she could tell he didn't have any either. All he had was instinct and lust driving him, fueling him.
She managed to break the kiss to moan loudly when his hand moved up under her shirt and his thumb brushed over her nipple. He went at her neck hungrily again as his hand grasped her breast, kneading it roughly while his thumb barely teased the sensitive bud of nerves with small strokes. It felt surprisingly good, the contrast between gentle and aggressive, and she didn't know what to focus on more. Idly she realized she would have marks on her neck as he sucked and nipped the skin, but she couldn't find it in her to care when his touch felt so good.
She buried her face against his neck as she panted, trying to muffle her moans as she busied herself with returning his kisses.
"Fuck," he cursed against her skin at the first nip she took, his hand in her hair tightening painfully, urging her to keep going.
She smiled knowing that he liked it and let go of her restraints, sucking and licking his flesh, as heady with desire as he was. It was only making him crush her to him more and more, and she loved the way he groaned in pleasure.
She let out a disappointed whimper when his hand suddenly left her breast. He chuckled knowingly as he pulled her up in his hold, his hand yanking her shirt up higher to free her breast completely. She cried out when his mouth left her neck and he leaned down to wrap it around her nipple, sucking at it as aggressively as he was her neck. She turned slightly in his hold, her arms wrapping around his head as she buried her face against his shoulder, biting down to muffle her constant mewling.
"You enjoying this, Kitten?" He grunted while pushing her back, making her relinquish her hold so he could free her other breast and latch onto it next.
She whimpered and arched her back into him, barely sparing a nod, but it was all he needed as his right hand drifted down her body to start tugging at the button and zipper of her capris.
"Good," she felt him smile, her nipple clasped teasingly between his teeth. She glanced down to see him looking up at her, arrogant and prideful as he traced his tongue over the bud in his mouth, then wrapped his lips around it again, his gaze going back to her breast as he sucked on it and drew more cries from her before releasing it with a loud pop. "I told ya I wouldn't disappoint."
She realized then that he had been waiting two years for this, and she didn't know what to think of his attraction lingering so long. She couldn't be bothered to as his hand pushed into her pants and wasted no time in finding her wet slit.
"Damn," he grunted, his mouth trailing back up to her throat and ear, "didn't think you'd be enjoying it this much."
He groaned as he pushed his two middle fingers into her, his thumb tracing circles over the bundle of nerves hidden in the folds, making her buck and roll her hips into his hand. He leaned back in his chair, settling in as he tugged her face back to his and captured her lips in another searing kiss. She could feel his hard length pressing against her hip where she sat, and with every movement she made as his fingers thrust lazily into her, he groaned and rolled his hips against her, trying to ease his pain with the friction.
She was surprised he was going slower now, but it wasn't teasing, he was building a steady fire in her with each strong, assured stroke. It still made her want more, but at the same time she didn't want it to stop.
He swallowed her moans and cries with his tongue as she turned to press her chest against his. The more he thrust, the more she rolled her hips into his hand, and the more his own hips jut into her. She could tell he wanted her to touch him, was getting desperate for it, so she let her hand fall between them, reveling in the loud groan he let slip as she pulled his shorts open enough to work her hand inside.
He definitely wasn't kidding when he said he wouldn't disappoint.
"You don't have to be gentle," he taunted against her lips. His eyes were hooded with desire as he bucked into her hand as she grasped his length lightly.
She smirked deviously as he stole a few panted kisses and teased over his length with her fingertips, loving the frustrated moan he let out while he pushed his fingers deep inside her and stilled his strokes. His nose brushed over hers, he was panting and growling as his lips rested against hers, while his eyes slid shut when she pressed her thumb to the dewy head and stroked slow circles over the tip.
"Fucking hell, woman," he groaned, "ya really tryin' to get me to beg, huh?"
"Maybe," she teased, giving him some relief as her hand wrapped around the shaft and gave a small squeeze.
He nipped at her lip and curled his fingers inside of her, drawing a breathless mewl from her.
"Fuck that," he grunted, and then his fingers were moving again, harder and faster as he rubbed circles over her clit with his thumb.
He had found just the spot to get her shaking in his hold and he attacked it relentlessly, swallowing up her cries and moans as his lips claimed hers once more. She couldn't control her body anymore. Her hips rolled desperately with every thrust of his fingers, her hand began to tighten around his length, mindlessly rubbing over him and making him groan into the kiss as he deepened it even further.
When she finally came, he tore his mouth from hers to clamp his teeth onto her shoulder, listening as she cried out his name and shuddered hard in his arms. Her vision went black and she gasped for air, her whole mind was devoid of thought as she shivered against him. She didn't even realize that the arm she still had wrapped around his neck had clung to him desperately with her orgasm, her nails even digging angry welts into his neck and shoulder.
At least she wasn't going to be the only one walking away that night with marks.
Her attention was brought back to Kid's low chuckles as he slowly withdrew his hand from her. She spared him a tired glance to watch as he licked her fluids from his hand, his gaze glued to her as she watched.
"How ya feelin' there, Kitten? Satisfied?" He grinned smugly when she could barely give him a nod, her voice stuck in her throat. "Hope you're not tired yet, 'cause I'm far from done with ya."
She blinked in confusion at him, but didn't have a chance to say anything as he shifted her in his hold and stood up. Before she knew it, she was tossed over his shoulder with a small squeak and he was carrying her toward the basement.
"Looks like you won't be needing the couch tonight," he chuckled as he headed down the stairs, his steps slow and off-balance.
When they entered his bedroom on the far-side of the basement, he kicked the door shut and flipped on a small light that barely lit the room, just enough for him to find his way to his bed in the corner. He threw her onto the mattress without ceremony, and stood there staring down at her, a wide grin on his face, as he took in her mussed up state.
"Better than I ever imagined," he groaned as he tore his shirt off over his head and crawled on top of her, sealing his lips to hers again.
Nami felt her lust build again as his left hand dug into her hair while the other roamed her body. Her own hands took the chance to run over his well-built chest before wrapping around his neck, digging her nails into his shoulder as he ground against her.
Feeling mischievous, she bit at his lower lip, smirking when he groaned and opened his eyes to see her playful gaze as she continued to hold his lip between her teeth. He grinned, let a low chuckle slip, and then she was forced to release him when his fingers pinched a nipple and his hips ground into her hard.
"That's it, Kitten," he laughed as he moved down her body so his mouth could latch onto a breast again, "don't be afraid t'get a little rough with me."
He sat up, dragging her with him so he could yank her top off, and then tackled her back to the bed to return his attention to her chest again. She dug her nails into his hair, urging him on as he went to tug off her pants while his mouth began to descend down her body. He seemed intent on leaving bruising kisses wherever he could, even biting down at her hip hard enough to make her cry out with the sting of pain.
"I'm gonna make sure you regret fightin' this," he muttered against the inside of her thigh once the last of her clothes were thrown carelessly to the floor. He paused to suck on her flesh there, leaving another angry red mark that would surely bruise the next day, and then sat back to grin down her. She angled her head up to peer at him, catching his devilish look as he knelt between her legs. She watched as he wrapped his arms under her thighs and hauled them up onto his shoulders, his hands going to her waist as she practically hung upside down in his hold. "Remember how ya told that brat I wouldn't eat you?"
He chuckled when her eyes went wide, and turned his head to bite her thigh. "You have no idea the kinds of images ya gave me that day."
She flung her head back at the first lick over her slit, letting out a small whimper that turned into a moan as he began to suck at her folds. She was still sensitive from her first orgasm, and as his tongue began to press into her, she jolted in his hold and clasp one hand over her mouth to muffle her louder groan. Her reaction made him chuckle and become more ravenous, eager to push her over that edge again. It didn't take long before her other hand was clawing at his arms, trying to reach his hair as she whimpered with the need for more, for something else.
"Kid," she mewled.
He hummed, his knowing gaze flitting to her and she knew he was smiling, even as he sucked her clit again.
He was going to make her beg. Bastard.
She whined and rocked her hips as much as she could at the odd angle, but his arms wrapped tight around her waist, holding her still as he tormented her. Her hand left her mouth to dig into the sheets behind her head and her legs tightened around his neck as she felt herself getting closer again, but it just wasn't quite enough.
"Please," she whined, gaining another hum as his tongue stilled inside of her. "Kid, please." He was grinning now, his arms squeezing her as he waited. "I need you."
She was thankful that was enough for him. She shivered with a mixture of cold and desire when he dropped her hips back to the bed, and watched as he stood up to take off his shorts.
"Should'a said somethin' sooner, Kitten," he teased, laughing again at her pout as he reached into his nightstand for protection. "You oughta know I can't deny my girl anything," he crooned lowly as he climbed back on top of her, covering her lips with his as he lined himself up and thrust into her without warning.
She cried out into his insatiable kiss as he drove into her. He wasn't gentle. He was relentless. Hard and steady as his right arm wrapped tight around her waist, crushing her to him, while his left hooked under her leg, angling it up to thrust deeper. All she could do was hold onto him, dig her nails into his back, as he took full control.
She was panting and crying out his name within minutes as he moved back to sucking and biting at her neck, groaning against her as he got lost in his own pleasure. That overwhelming heat was back again, but she embraced it as her vision faded and her body squeezed him hard as it spread through her with every hard pounding thrust of his hips.
"Fuck," he cursed when she suddenly stilled in his arms and her back arched off the bed. She lost all breath as he slammed into her, hitting that spot inside her without a break, and sent her crashing over the edge. A few unsteady thrusts from him, and he was coming after her, groaning in relief as he slowly rocked his hips with shallow thrusts into her, riding out his own orgasm.
She had finally remembered how to breathe when his tired body sunk against her. He let go of her leg to wrap his arms around her back, squeezing her tight as he panted into the crook of her neck. Tired and sated, she hummed with her cheek pressed into his damp hair while her hands ran over his back, soothing the claw marks she knew she had left on him.
"Worth the wait," she heard him mutter before his embrace tightened and he nuzzled her neck.
She couldn't help the sleepy smile she wore as she shut her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the moment of peaceful bliss between them.
When he began to pull away, she whimpered, not wanting his warmth to leave her as she felt sleep tug at her consciousness. He chuckled, then she felt him press a hard kiss to her cheek before climbing out of bed. She cracked open her eyes to watch him clean up and remove his cybernetic arm, placing it in a case on his bureau. She saw him smirk when he caught her staring at his backside a moment later. Apparently that was the only time he liked being stared at.
The light was flicked off and he climbed back into bed beside her, pulling the covers up over her spent body. His arm wrapped around her, maneuvering her closer to the wall to give him room, and then she was trapped there in his embrace, his leg tangling with hers as she turned to face him, and his lips pressed to the top of her head in a lazy kiss.
She fell asleep as his fingers traced circles over her shoulder blade, and he mumbled into her hair.
"You're never escaping from me again, Nami."
So yeah, very different smut in a lot of ways compared to what I write for LawNa. I'm not 100% sure I love it or got some of the more subtle differences across, but hopefully it was at least satisfying to you guys. ;p
Now, I'm gonna go work on some LawNa (or nap). I'll start working on the next chapter of this tomorrow or Monday.