~Chapter Thirty-Eight~

***MINI-LIME WARNING***

Who doesn't love a mini lime?

Nami was in the stall, her hand between her legs, when the door to the women's bathroom slammed open. She froze instantly, holding her breath, her eyes rolling to the side as she listened for who might have entered.

The sound of... flip flops came to her ears, and she closed her eyes, thinking, no, it couldn't be…

And then he spoke, and her heart plummeted to her stomach.

Within seconds, Strawhat Luffy barged into the stall, flipped her around, and pinned her against the stall, his lips bee-lining for her neck. "I'll watch," he rumbled, and her breath hitched.

Watch…?

Her hand, resting on her thigh, curled into a small fist as her head fell back and a small moan escaped from her lips.

"This is all your fault, Luffy," she whispered harshly to him, giving in to him, shivers of pleasure running down from her neck, where his lips were. Her hand slid down to her inner thigh, then up to her own heat, touching herself for him as she writhed and rubbed her breasts against his chest.

He chuckled at her, his breath catching just a little as he felt her shift her hand and then she rubbed herself against him, her head tipping to the side, "I'll gladly take the blame for this…" he replied before kissing down her neck again. With the state of the dress, he had no barriers between him and the top of the bodice, the swells of her breasts.

One hand he used to tug the tie of the corset so that it loosened the material enough so that he could shift into it enough to graze the tips of his fingers against the peak of her breast. He leaned back a little so that he could tip his head down to watch what Nami was doing. And he found that he couldn't see much of anything with all that poofy material on the skirt.

He reached down and tugged the lace panties right off her, putting his sandal on them and stomping them down to the floor when they were passed her knees. Then, he grabbed one of her knees, so reminiscent of earlier in that week, so that her hips pushed the material up.

Oh ya… now he could see what she was doing. And god damn, it was hotter than he thought it would be. Her hand, the tips of her fingers exactly where she wanted them to be, in that sweet spot that made her crazy.

"Jeezus, Nami…" he groaned, eyes riveted, his breath catching. He slid his hand up her leg until he could cover her hand with his, feeling her stroke herself, "I'll take it from here," he took over for her, rubbing her where she ached. His other hand was still tucked in the top of her dress, brushing over her nipple again and again.

Luffy was very particular about what he liked, and it totally rocked her world as he tugged and adjusted her until he had her exactly where he wanted. Her eyes gleamed wickedly as a smile tugged at her lips.

"You're insatiable, Luffy... You're such a bad influence on me," she told him with a lusty chuckle, undulating her body under his scrutiny and rubbing herself faster. That is, until his hand covered hers and insisted her out of the way.

His touch was a million times better than her own, and she let out a gasp, her head falling back. "Yessss…" she whispered lowly.

She arched her breast into his hand and reached a hand up to nab him by the hair on the back of his head, and pulling him down for a scorching kiss as her body exploded under his touch, coming apart into a million pieces.

She moaned into his lips, lightly biting his lower lip, her free hand clamping down over his and holding him fast to her body as her hips jerked and she arched her back, pressing her body into his.

"Luffy…" she whispered harshly against his lips, sagging against him, one hand clutching at his shirt.

She broke apart under his touch and he continued to torture her, ringing out every last sexy whimper from her until she physically had to stop his hand. He chuckled softly at her against her lips when she kissed him hard. She held him fast by his hair, her fingers tugging and pulling at his scalp, sending tingles down his spine.

She sighed against his mouth and he kissed her again, less desperately and shifted his hand just slightly against her, enough so that she gasped and squirmed and he couldn't help it. He groaned and dropped his head into her shoulder. He was so turned on, his whole body so hot that he was certain that if he gave her a round #2, he would come right there without her ever touching him.

He managed to pull his hand away from her and dropped her knee so that her skirt covered her hips. He pushed away from the door, away from her irresistible body and tied up her bodice, hiking the dress up for her. Then, he straightened the lapels of his jacket and smoothed his pant legs, his hands trembling slightly. God, and he thought he was strung out before he came in the bathroom.

"Alright…" he said, his voice a little rough around the edges, "Let's get back out there before someone comes looking for us."

He shifted his hand over her again, and she squirmed against him as the aftershocks of the first orgasm hit her sharply by the encouragements of his fingers. He buried his face into her shoulder, and she shuddered underneath him, overwhelmed by the emotions that surged in her after the pleasure finally subsided.

He pulled away from her and had the decency to straighten both of them out, and she pulled her panties up quickly, reaching up to feel her hair. His rough voice drove shivers down her spine. She cast him a hot look through the strands of freed red hair, then winked and opened the door, sashaying out of the stall.

She quickly checked her appearance, then turned back to march up to Luffy, reached down and lightly cup his balls, stroking his shaft with her thumb, and leaned up to press her lips right below his ear, murmuring, "Tonight, I'll take care of you…"

Grinning, she turned, so close to him that her tight ass brush against his bulge, and promptly headed for the door, taking another glance at herself in the mirror.

She was a tad... ruffled. Her cheeks were aflame and her eyes bright and satisfied. Her hair was a little mussed... but then, she'd resigned herself to being a pirate. It's not like she had to worry about what people thought about her. And from the way Luffy kept eyeing her, she looked fine to him.

Hiding her amused smile behind a raised hand, she pushed back out to the casino, and found that most of their nakama were crowded around a roulette table, calling bets and watching raptly as the ball went around the tiles.

Nami glanced back at Luffy one last time, then headed over to the table, and began assessing the betting situation. She was going to make them so much MONEY.

A/N:

Cheers.

One Piece belongs to Shonen Jump and Eichiiro Oda. We thank them for their genius and giving us characters to torture. The script is ours.

Credits:

Luffy: Jesachi

Nami: Goldensomething

Sub-characters: Combined Effort

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