Hi all for Halloween Pandora asked asked for some Nami/Robin vampire goodness. I was going for the proper tropey vampire story like in Dracula and this definitely took a bit of re-working for me to get it to a place that I liked it (ie this) but Pandora loved it and I hope you all do too. Happy Halloween!


"A castle filled with the world's treasures that is guarded by a vampire! I've never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life!" Spandam's nasally laughter rings out, joined by that of his Cypher Poll cronies, and Robin clenches her jaw.

She's no stranger to being mocked by the rest of the men who work with her at the museum and Spandam and the other members of Cypher Poll Nine are the worst for it. Every time Robin expresses interest in a particular subject they tell her that it's ridiculous and that she had no business following a lead that will amount to nothing. Over the years she has learnt not to let it get to her, no matter how much they laugh, and as usual no matter how much they laugh at her this time she's going to stand her ground on this one.

"It's not ridiculous," Robin says as they continue to snigger.

"So you believe in vampires now then?" Spandam asks with a sneer before Robin can continue.

"I didn't say that."

"Well that's certainly what it sounded like."

"Before you interrupted me I was going to say that there is plenty of evidence to suggest that there is a castle in the forest near the Sabaody Achipelago that contains a number of history's missing treasures and I intend to find it," Robin says.

"Even if there is a castle where you say it is it will surely be in ruins by now," Spandam sneers. "There will be no treasure hidden inside it and there certainly won't be anybody living there."

"You don't now that," Robin says. "Unless someone goes to Sabaody to find it then there could be any number of wonderful things to discover."

Spandam lets out another screech of laughter. "Miss Robin while you are a valuable member of the museum society," he says with undisguised sarcasm, "you do have a tendency to follow the fantastical and this latest wild goose chase of yours is inevitably going to amount to nothing. Why don't you forget all about this silly idea and content yourself with reorganising the bookshelves again?"

Finally something inside Robin snaps. Fed up of Spandam's constant criticism Robin is determined to prove him and his cronies wrong. "I'll find that castle," she tells him, giving him a hard poke in the chest, ignoring the indignant cries of the rest of Cypher Poll Nine, "and I'll prove that there's treasure inside it, vampire or no vampire!"

So that is how Robin ended up in the middle of a forest near the Sabaody Achipelago with nothing but a backpack and a burning desire to prove that jumped up Spandam wrong. Despite having left her hotel first thing in the morning Robin has seen nothing of the castle she has been looking for. The farther she travels into the forest the more determined she is to find it though, despite the tiniest of doubts niggling at the back of her mind that if she doesn't turn back soon then she might end up getting lost. That feeling only grows as the sky clouds over, the heavens open and it begins to pour with rain, leaving Robin soaked through to the skin in seconds.

Despite the rain and the cold she perseveres, following the path beneath her feet that looks as if it has been carved by large wheels in the hope of finding a village. Eventually both the path and forest come to an end and she finally finds what she's been looking for. The huge castle looms above her, lightning flashing ominously behind it. To anyone else it would be terrifying but all Robin can think about is the fact that she was right. She found the castle and if there is hidden treasure inside it then she can rub Spandam's ugly face in it!

Never needing an excuse to waltz into an abandoned building (but the storm providing a very convenient one) Robin heads towards the castle and begins to climb the staircase to the giant doors at the top. On the doors are two huge iron rings held in between the jaws of ferocious hellcats that look as if they weigh a ton. Taking one of the knockers Robin lifts with all her might and drops it so that it clangs loudly against the wood of the door. Once the noise has stopped ringing around her Robin waits, trying to keep from shivering in the rain. For almost a minute nothing happens so she goes to lift the knocker to try again and as she does the door creaks open.

It's like something out of a horror film but if the choices are go into the creepy castle, that is mostly definitely the one she has been looking for, with the phantom opening doors or stand in the pouring rain Robin knows which she would rather choose. Besides terrifying surroundings have never bothered her before so Robin steps inside, knowing that whatever is on the inside is likely to be much more pleasant than the storm. As soon as she steps inside the castle the door slams closed behind her.

Standing in the hallway, now starting to shiver as the chill of the rain seeps down to her bones, Robin takes a moment to look around. Unsure what she expected the sight that meets her eyes is most definitely not what Robin thought she would be looking at upon entering. She thought that she would find an abandoned building, maybe some treasure if she's lucky, but instead she finds what seems to be a lived in home. Where she expected cobwebs and dust there are candles that bathe the entrance where she stands in soft, warm light. Clearly, despite what Spandam and his cronies thought, there is someone living here and they may not want guests – why else would they live in a castle in the middle of nowhere?

"Hello," Robin calls out, her voice echoing around her. "I'm sorry to intrude but I got caught out in the storm and needed shelter. The door opened when I knocked so I came in, I hope that's alright."

She waits for an answer, not wanting to venture further inside until she has one but none comes so she continues to drip on the expensive, Edwardian looking rug. Maybe she's wrong about there being someone living here but if there wasn't why would there be lit candles in an abandoned building? Not one to be deterred Robin tries again.

"Hello, does anybody live here?"

A deafening clap of thunder accompanied by a flash of lightning makes the candles flicker out for a brief second and when they come back on there is a figure standing at the top of a large staircase.

"Good evening," the figure says.

Their voice is soft and feminine and the sound of it makes Robin's stomach jolt a little. She watches as they slowly descend the stairs, stepping out of the shadows to reveal themselves as a young woman. She looks to be around Robin's age if not a few years younger, with long red hair that comes down to her waist and skin as pale as an opal. As she descends the stairs Robin's gaze moves away from her face and down to see that she's dressed in a long red robe; a long red robe that Robin realises is completely see through. Jet black lingerie is the only thing she has on underneath the robe and Robin can't help but gaze in awe at her beauty.

When she reaches the bottom of the stairs the woman spends a long time looking Robin up and down, appraising her as if she were a piece of jewellery. A smile spreads over her lips so clearly she's not unhappy with her guest.

"It's been so long since I've had company," she says, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. "What brings you to my castle?"

"I was caught in the rain," Robin replies, her voice sticking in her throat as her eyes slip briefly down to the woman's ample breasts. They look so soft and inviting and Robin is overcome with the desire to put her face between them. Normally she prides herself of not fixating on appearances or being swayed from her path by a pretty face but there is something about this woman that makes all that go out the window. "I was hoping to ask for shelter."

"Of course you can stay, we can't have you catching your death out in the storm now can we?" The woman links her arm with Robin's and leads her towards the stairs. "Welcome to my castle, my name is Nami and you are?"

"Robin," she introduces.

"Well Robin," Nami says, practically purring Robin's name, "why don't you stay here the night? You can continue your journey tomorrow once the storm has passed."

"Are you sure?" Robin asks frowning. "I don't want to be an imposition." Despite this being the castle that she was searching for she doesn't want to cause problems now that she knows someone lives here.

Nami laughs and the sound makes Robin's stomach flip. "Oh little old you wouldn't be an imposition," she says. "I have so many rooms here I barely use them and I love having guests for dinner."

As if on cue Robin's stomach rumbles and she flushes. "I'm so sorry, I don't think I've eaten since I left my hotel this morning."

"Then let's get you out of those wet clothes and get you some food," Nami says whisking Robin up the stairs.

Before Robin has a chance to protest any more Nami leads her down a corridor and into a room with a huge four poster bed in the centre. Nami claps her hands and a fire bursts to life in the grate, the light and warmth restoring Robin after the chill of the rain. She takes a look around the room; it appears to have a similar kind of décor to what she has seen of the rest of the castle. Along with the bed there is also a writing desk and a dressing table, an elaborate Raphael antique mirror covered with a silken kimono, sitting on top. However Robin doesn't have a chance to take in her surrounding much before Nami opens another door to reveal an en suite bathroom.

"You can have this room and freshen up in here," she says.

"This is very generous of you," Robin says.

"Think nothing of it," Nami says. "I'll make sure that dinner is ready for you when you've finished."

"Thank you."

For a moment Nami lingers in the doorway, her eyes roaming over Robin's body (particularly on her now see through shirt), and she bites her lip on a grin. "Don't be too long," she says in a sultry voice.

With one more parting once over Nami leaves Robin alone. Of all the strange situations that Robin has found herself in over the years this is definitely the most bizarre. She's in a castle – probably the one she was originally looking for – in the middle of nowhere that is inhabited by a beautiful young woman who wears nothing but lingerie and no one else. The more Robin thinks about it the more she realises that she should probably be worried: if this is the castle she was searching for then it was rumoured to be the home of a vampire. Robin isn't sure if she believes that part of the rumour but being in a trapped castle with a sexy vampire (providing that it's Nami of course) is preferable to being out in the rain and the dark.

Pulling some dry clothes out of her backpack Robin heads to the bathroom. She's pleasantly surprised, when she turns on the tap above the claw-foot bath, to find running hot water. The architecture she has seen of the castle so far has not suggested that there should be hot water or indoor plumbing but Nami seems to be someone who enjoys the finer things in life. As Robin sinks into the warm water once the bath is full, it feels as if any troubles she might have had melt away and she finds that she no longer cares whether the castle does have a vampire living in it or not. If she can get enough evidence of the treasures kept here to prove to Spandam that he was wrong then nothing else matters.

Once she has bathed and dressed and has hung her wet clothes above the fire in the hope that they'll dry overnight Robin heads out of the bedroom. She makes her way back along the corridor and down the stairs hoping to find Nami. Heading away from the entrance she finds that there are multiple corridors and multiple doors and at first she isn't sure which one to take. As she stands there, trying to work out where to start, she's suddenly overcome with a strange sensation, as if she already knows exactly where she needs to go. Following this new inner compass Robin walks until she pushes open the door to a huge dining room.

Inside there is a huge table that practically fills the room, another roaring fire in the grate and candles to add more soft lighting. Nami is already sitting at the head of the table, a number of plates filled with food in front of the empty seat next to her, which Robin can only assume are for her. As Robin lets the door close behind her with a soft thud Nami looks up and smiles warmly at her. Robin returns the smile and takes the seat next to her.

"Is the room to your liking?" Nami asks as she pours Robin a glass of wine.

"Everything's perfect, thank you," Robin replies.

"Wonderful," Nami says taking a sip from her own glass. "Please eat," she adds, nodding to the food sitting in front of Robin, "there's no need to stand on ceremony."

"Okay, thank you," Robin says and picks up the spoon laid out next to a bowl of piping hot soup. Just as she's about to take the first mouthful she notices that all Nami has in front of her is her wine glass. "Are you not eating?" she asks, perplexed.

"I've already had my meal," Nami says, flashing her a smile, "but I so rarely have guests that when I do I like to keep them company while they dine."

"Alright then," Robin says, returning the smile. It's not the most convincing of arguments for Nami not being the fabled vampire of the castle but Robin isn't going to be rude and come out and ask, not when Nami is being so hospitable. "Thank you for letting me stay the night, I'm incredibly grateful," she adds as she begins to eat.

"Think nothing of it," Nami says. "As I said before I don't often receive guests. Can I ask what you were doing in the forest, all alone and in the middle of a storm?"

"Well," Robin begins after swallowing her mouthful of bread roll, "I was actually looking for this castle."

"This castle?"

Robin nods. "Yes, I had heard tale that there was a castle in the forest near the Sabaody Archipelago that is supposed to contain a number of the world's treasures. The men at the museum I work at didn't believe it existed because the treasure is supposed to be guarded by a vampire."

Nami laughs and takes a sip of her wine. "A vampire? How novel."

"Quite," Robin agrees, privately thinking that if Nami weren't a vampire she wouldn't have bothered pointing out the absurdity. "I was determined to prove to them that the castle existed so I came to find it."

"I can assure you there's no one here but little ol' me but you're more than welcome to take a look at my treasures," Nami says, fluttering her eyelashes.

The seductive tone in her voice isn't completely lost on Robin but her interest is too focused on the painting she's just noticed on the wall above Nami's head. "Was that painted by Korozumi Kanjuro?" she asks.

Nami looks over her shoulder at the painting. "It was yes," she replies, a little surprised. "Painted on the day of his death actually, the only one in existence."

"How did you manage to get your hands on it?" Robin asks, fascinated.

"I have my ways," Nami says. "If I see something I want I just have to have it."

"From the outside the castle looks as if it was built either just before or during the lost century," Robin observes, allowing herself to let out the questions that have been fighting for attention in her head.

Taken aback Nami look around. "Yes, I suppose it was."

"Do you know when?" Robin asks, desperate to know.

Nami frowns. "No."

"That's a shame," Robin says, completely lost in her research mode. "I'd love to know the history as it's such a surprise to even find a castle like this still complete and not in ruins, probably why my peers were so scornful about the idea. They don't believe there is anything of value to be learnt from that period of time but they're wrong and idiots for thinking so. Have you heard about the castles built during the lost century where the ceilings are made entirely of bones?"

"No but I think I'm about to," Nami says with apprehension as she pours herself another glass of wine.


The two of them spend the next few hours talking (mostly about the castle and its contents) until Robin is having to stifle yawns so as not to seem impolite. At that moment Nami escorts her back up to bed and bids her goodnight. Fatigue overtaking, Robin is asleep the second her head hits the pillow and doesn't awaken until the sun is shining through the curtains, the storm having passed during the small hours of the morning. Stretching out in the warmth like a cat Robin takes a moment to enjoy the comfort of the bed before getting up and going over to the window to stare out at the dew shinning on the grass. As Robin sees it she currently has two choices: either leave, return to the museum and tell Spandam and the others that she was right but with no evidence she will most likely be laughed at or she can stay and explore in order to find said evidence.

Of course it would be very rude to leave without a word of thanks for her hostess and in a castle of this size it could take her all day to find Nami, especially if she is hiding from the sun as Robin suspects she might be. If she just so happens to discover some of the castle's other secrets in her search... well that's just a bonus for her. Quickly she dresses and leaves the bedroom, beginning to wander the corridors in the hope of tracking down the beautiful woman who was nice enough to give her a room for the night.

Wondering if Nami will be there (and because it's the only room she remembers being in other than her bedroom) Robin heads down to the dining room. There is no Nami when she arrives but she does find breakfast laid out in front of the seat she occupied last night. The logical conclusion is that the food is for her so Robin sits down and begins to eat. Just like the previous night the food is delicious, although she much preferred having last night's company with it, and once Robin has eaten her fill she heads out of the dining room and continues her search for the elusive lady of the house.

Despite looking all day Robin finds no trace of Nami whatsoever. There are plenty of explanations for why she's not roaming the castle but Robin can't shake the niggling feeling in the back of her mind that Nami is the vampire from the rumours. Robin knows that she'll find Nami eventually and the intrigue of the castle and everything contained within it makes her eventually forget her original objective. She spends the day losing herself in exploring and researching everything the castle has to offer. By the time the sun goes down she has filled at least one of the SD cards she brought with her camera and has made copious notes in the first of her notebooks. She knows at some point she will have to leave but not yet. There's plenty more to look at and she still hasn't been able to find Nami.

"So I see my castle has kept you entertained today," Nami says, her soft laughter meeting Robin's ears as she makes notes on a Ming dynasty vase.

Robin turns to see Nami smiling at her, still wearing only a see through robe and lingerie, and returns the smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose on you any further."

"Think nothing of it," Nami says. "I said that you could look around."

"I know you called everything here your treasures but do you mind me asking where they came from?" Robin asks. "Did your family collect them or were they here when you came to the castle?"

"Oh I collected them," Nami says, fondly running the tip of her finger along the edge of a carriage clock as they begin to make their way to the dining room.

That piques Robin's interest further. "You collected everything?"

Nami nods. "Some pieces were bought, commissioned, inherited and I may have stolen one or two," she says, tossing Robin a cheeky wink.

"That's incredibly impressive, some of these are centuries old!"

"Yes I suppose they are," Nami muses as they enter the dining room where a fire is already blazing. "I barely notice sometimes."

"I think I probably only looked at a fifth of what is here," Robin says absently, looking up at an elaborate crystal chandelier above them that she hadn't noticed the night before.

"You're welcome to stay here as long as you like," Nami replies as the two of them sit down in the same seats they had previously.

Robin's entire face lights up. "You really wouldn't mind?"

"Of course not," Nami assures her, opening a bottle of wine. "I like having pretty things to look at."

Heat creeps up the back of Robin's neck and spreads onto her cheeks so she changes the subject to avoid embarrassment. "Are you not eating?" she asks, finally taking her eyes off Nami's face long enough to notice the plate of food in front of her but, once again, there is nothing on the table before Nami apart from a bottle of wine.

"Oh I prefer to eat later in the evening," Nami says with a wink.

It's clearly a loaded statement, one that really doesn't help Robin's growing suspicion that Nami is a vampire but she doesn't want to question it yet in case Nami takes offence to her asking and makes her leave. Selfishly Robin wants more time looking around the castle and all its wonders and getting to be in Nami's presence, being able to drink in the sight of her gorgeous figure, is an extra perk. "Alright then."


Dinner is very much the same as Robin's first night; the two of them talk for longer than Robin has been able to talk to another person in what feels like forever. There's something so effortlessly simple about Nami, probably the way she hangs off Robin's every word and the way she looks at her with obvious lust in her eyes. Robin can't deny that Nami is a very beautiful woman (she could quite happily stare at that face for hours) and she isn't even put off by the fact that Nami is probably a vampire. As they part for the night tension hangs in the air and Robin's heart pounds in her ears, wondering if something might happen but it doesn't and she finds herself almost disappointed. That doesn't last long though as, once again, as soon as her head hits the pillow Robin is asleep but she's not entirely convinced that she stays asleep.

During the night Robin feels a body in the bed with her, pressing against her back. As fingers run along her arm the skin is cold to the touch but Robin barely notices as where they touch feels as if it's on fire. With breath hot and heavy in her ear Robin's head spins as the hand that was travelling down her arm moves to the inside of her thigh. Lips find her neck and Robin melts under the sensation as she reaches back to tangle her fingers into silky hair.

"Nami..." The name ghosts past Robin's lips effortlessly as the hand slips into her underwear, teasing her cunt for a moment and then slipping up to begin circling her clit. Her entire body trembles as another hand finds one of her breasts, teasing Robin's nipple with the same motion on her clit. Sharp teeth scrape the shell of Robin's ear and she knows that she's close to losing herself completely in pleasure already.

"Come for me," Nami's voice whispers before the lips are on Robin's neck again.

Robin's body responds to Nami's touch in a way she's never experienced before and, as if on command she's coming. Letting pleasure wash over her she's putty in Nami's hands as her orgasm shakes her to her core. As she comes down from the high Robin feels as if she's floating above herself, barely in her own body anymore. Catching her breath Robin rolls onto her back and reaches back across the sheets only to find herself alone once more, making her wonder if maybe she had dreamt it all. It felt so vivid though; to have Nami's hands on her, bringing her pleasure she's never experienced before.

The following morning Robin wakes with the sun once more and she can still feel Nami's hands on her as if she had been branded. Getting out of bed Robin dresses, with the intention of exploring some different rooms, and as she brushes her hair she notices two pin prick marks on her neck. Maybe last night wasn't a dream after all and Nami really was in her bed... She doesn't feel terrible so if Nami did drink some of her blood (she clearly did) it wasn't enough to be a bother and if it means she can continue to explore the castle she won't let it trouble her.


A week flies by with the same routine: Robin explores the castle by day, marvelling in all the treasures contained within it, seeing nothing of Nami until the sun goes down. Then in the evening she enjoys the company of her hostess as they dine together and talk into the small hours of the morning until Robin is fighting to remain awake. Every so often she has vivid dreams, similar to that first one, where Nami joins her in her bed and brings Robin pleasure that she never knew before. The dreams are definitely not unwelcome and Robin is almost certain she's not actually dreaming but the only proof she has are the bite marks on her neck that always look fresher the mornings after.

It doesn't bother her all that much because she doesn't feel like she's in any danger – if Nami was going to drink her blood and kill her she would have done it by now – so Robin has no reason to leave the castle just yet. There are still plenty of artefacts for her to look at and she's not on any kind of time frame because the more evidence she takes back the more she can rub it in Spandam's face. Her desire to stay only grows when she discovers something very exciting: a locked door. As soon as she discovers it Robin has to know what's inside it.

"The locked door? Oh you mean the library," Nami says after Robin has asked her about it when they sit down to dinner.

Robin's eyes light up. "A library," she echoes, hardly able to contain her excitement. "You never mentioned a library before."

"I'm very particular about who I let it there," Nami says, "but if you would like to see it I'll happily take you."

"Are you sure?" Robin asks. "If you'd prefer not to that's fine."

In all her wanderings Robin had never seen even a hint of a library but she knew there must have been one. While it would be amazing to browse Nami's book collection as, surely, she must have at least one book on the lost century in there, Robin isn't going to push the issue. If she does Nami may change her mind and tell Robin to leave. Not one of her more welcome thoughts so she tries to reign in her excitement.

"Of course," Nami says, her bright smile lighting up her eyes. "I know how much you love books so I can be sure that you'll take care of what you find."

"As if they were my own," Robin assures her.

"Then would you like to go and take a look now?" Nami asks.

"Yes please," Robin says and practically jumps to her feet as Nami gets up.

Nami laughs softly, clearly amused by her excitement. "Then let's go."

"What kind of books do you keep in your library?" Robin asks as Nami leads her out of the dining room and down the corridor to where Robin originally found the mysterious locked door.

"Much the same as with everything else here, whatever takes my fancy," Nami replies with a shrug of her shoulders as she pulls a key out from between her breasts, which are practically spilling out of the top of the black robe she's wearing. "I have a lot of first editions that are probably worth millions."

"Do you know if you have any books about the lost century?" Robin asks.

"Maybe," Nami says, unlocking the door. "I haven't necessarily read all of them."

She pushes open the door to reveal the most beautiful and inviting room Robin has ever laid eyes on. There are books as far as the eye can see, on shelves that span from floor to ceiling, and large plush chairs surrounding a gently glowing fire. Robin practically bounds inside, her eyes sparkling as they pass over spine after spine, trying to take in as many of the titles as she can at once. Nami's collection has titles that Robin thought were lost to the ravages of time and her heart pounds as she gingerly traces a fingertip down one of the spines.

"How did you find all of these?" she asks, hardly able to take her eyes off the shelves in front of her.

"Well it wasn't all that hard, I have been building my collection for a while now," Nami giggles.

"Yes, centuries I'd imagine," Robin says, without thinking.

"What?"

"What?" Robin asks, finally taking her eyes off the books as she realises what she said.

"You said centuries," Nami says, folding her arm over her chest.

"Slip of the tongue?" Robin offers, hoping to cover her tracks.

"We both know that's a lie."

Robin laughs nervously. "Alright fine, I just figured that as a vampire you'd have had a while to form a collection of books as impressive as this."

There it is, she's said it. She's finally voiced what she's known since she first set foot in the castle and now she's going to have to face Nami angrily telling her to get out for uncovering her secret. It's either that or Nami will just kill her on the spot and now that she's been allowed into the library Robin isn't sure which is worse.

Finally Nami breaks that silence that has been hanging in the air. "How did you know that I'm a vampire?"

Robin can't help but be amused by that, throwing her head back and laughing until her sides hurt. "I'm sorry," she says as she calms down, "but you're not exactly subtle."

"Meaning?"

"This whole castle screams vampire," Robin replies. "There are no mirrors to speak of, you never eat and I never see you during the day."

Nami continues to stare at Robin for a good moment and Robin worries that she's fucked it up but then Nami rolls her eyes and laughs as well. "Alright I suppose I was laying it on a little thick," she says. "So how long have you known?"

"Pretty much the second I got here."

"And you've stayed despite knowing that?"

Robin nods, smiling at her.

"So it doesn't bother you?" Nami asks, frowning.

"To be honest I find it fascinating," Robin replies. "There are so many questions I want to ask."

"Like what?" Nami asks.

"How long have you been a vampire? Which is the oldest book in your collection?" Robin asks turning back to the bookshelves. "Do you know anything about the lost century? Have you always lived in this castle?"

Her questions are met with silence and she wonders if she's bombarded Nami with too many too soon. Turning to see what has Nami so quiet, Robin's eyes widen when she's met with the sight behind her. Nami is still standing where she was but the robe she was wearing is in a pool on the floor, leaving her completely naked. It takes a good few moments for Robin to process what is happening as her eyes rake over Nami's body, taking in her creamy skin and soft curves. Her hair falls about her shoulders, covering her breasts but Robin can still see her nipples poking through red and her heart all but stops. Words stick in her throat and heat creeps up the back of her neck as she stares at the beautiful vision in front of her.

A soft laugh leaves Nami's lips, bringing Robin back to the real world. "So it is possible to render you speechless."

Clearing her throat Robin shakes herself out of her stupor. "Well you are very beautiful, how could I not be?"

Nami laughs again. "I have been told."

"To be perfectly honest it's hard not to be speechless when you're standing in front of me like this," Robin says.

With a coy smile playing about her lips Nami closes the distance between them, pressing herself right up against Robin's body and in that moment Robin can't help but wish that she also wasn't wearing clothes. Slightly cold fingertips ghost up Robin's arm and she struggles to suppress a shiver. "Now," Nami all but purrs, "do you still want to look at my books all night or is there something you would rather do instead?"

For the first time in her life Robin says to hell with the books, slips her hand around the back of Nami's head and pulls her in for a kiss. The second their lips touch Nami wraps her arms around Robin's neck, kissing her back as if she's wanted to for centuries. Her lips are soft, as is her skin, and Robin relishes in the slight chill of both as she slowly runs a hand down to the small of Nami's back. Robin almost can't believe that this is happening as Nami's tongue slips past her lips – she's actually locked in a passionate embrace with a vampire for a start – but one of Nami's hands tugging on her shirt tells her that it's real.

"Want you," Nami moans, her voice hot and heavy in Robin's ear as she pulls her shirt off completely.

The second her shirt is off Nami doesn't waste any time; as soon as it hits the floor she makes short work of Robin's bra, dropping that along with her discarded shirt. She begins kissing her way down Robin's chest until her face is pressed between Robin's breasts, also lavishing those with kisses. Hands roaming lower Nami walks Robin backwards towards one of the chaise lounges that circle the fire, undoing Robin's shorts. Before Robin can even process this turn of events she's lying on the chaise lounge, completely naked, with Nami straddling her hips. She takes a moment to appreciate the sight; running her hands up Nami's thighs and enjoying the way Nami shivers as she does.

"This is very much like those dreams I've been having," she says as Nami leans down to flick her tongue over one of Robin's nipples.

"You've been dreaming about me? How naughty," Nami says with a teasing grin.

"Are you telling me that you haven't been coming to my bed every night ?" Robin counters as her hands run down Nami's back to give her ass a firm squeeze.

"Guilty," Nami giggles, grinding back against Robin's grip.

Robin chuckles. "I thought so."

"Can you blame me though?" Nami asks with a cheeky pout. "You're so sexy and you sound so pretty when you moan my name. I could taste you on my fingers the next day and it made me come so fucking hard!"

Sitting up Robin slams their lips together, slipping her tongue into Nami's mouth. Hands roam over skin, teasing nipples and memorising curves as they kiss. Heat radiates from between Nami's thighs and Robin can feel how wet she is against her thigh: she wants to taste her and have that hot, wet cunt pressed against her face. She slips a hand between Nami's open legs and runs her finger up and down Nami's cunt a few times before teasing her clit. Nami cants her hips against Robin's hand, moaning and gasping softly.

"Robin... feels so good!"

"So do you," Robin tells her. Their breasts are pressed together and as Nami bucks up against her touch Robin can feel her hard nipples rubbing against her own. "I want to taste you."

With a grin Nami pulls back, gets off the chaise lounge and repositions the both of them so that her thighs now frame Robin's head, her cunt mere inches away from Robin's lips. Looking past her soft breasts to Nami's face Robin sees her looking down at her with lust filled eyes.

"Is this view more to your liking?"

"Very much so," Robin says, running her hands up Nami's thighs and leaning up to circle her tongue over Nami's clit.

A keening moan meets her ears and a few seconds later Nami's tongue is flicking against her clit, mimicking her movements. Nami is everything Robin could have wished for and more as she slips two fingers inside her, her tongue still working her clit. The groans that escape from the back of Nami's throat as she sucks on Robin's clit send small shocks of pleasure coursing through Robin's body and she knows that she won't last much longer. Thrusting her fingers a little deeper inside Nami causes her to moan loudly, letting her head fall against Robin's leg and her own thighs trembling.

"Oh fuck," she cries. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna come!"

Robin's response is to thrust her fingers deeper inside her and move her tongue faster, desperate to make Nami come. Despite her entire body trembling in pleasure Nami goes back to eating Robin out, trying to match her pace. That familiar feeling settles in Robin's stomach and before long both she and Nami are coming, Nami's body quaking above her. Robin keeps up the movement of her fingers and tongue to prolong the pleasure, only pulling back when she finally needs to breathe. She presses a kiss to a soft thigh before Nami gets off her and practically falls down onto the chaise lounge with her.

"Wow," she gasps.

"My sentiments exactly," Robin agrees as she wraps her arms around Nami's lithe frame and pulls her close.

"Sorry," Nami says, although she doesn't sound it in the slightest, "I feel as if I've distracted you from the books."

"If it makes you feel better it's was a very welcome distraction," Robin says and kisses the top of Nami's head. "You're beautiful."

"So are you," Nami tells her, stoking a hand down her cheek. "I like beautiful things."

Robin can't help but chuckle at that. "You make it sounds like you want to make me part of your collection."

Nami licks her lips, the firelight glinting off her fangs. "Maybe I do."