Be My Queen

by All Hail The King

The storm brings the nightmares, and she finds herself in front of his door. Why is it always him, and for him, why is it only her?

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

It was at this time that Zoro decided to take a breather before going to sleep for the night, walking up to the wooden rail of the Sunny and taking in the sight of the swaying ocean and the silvery reflection of the moon across the face of the water.

The swordsman smiled and turned, leaning backwards against the railing, just in time to see his hot-blooded captain swing open the door with a wide yawn that stretched his face beyond normal human proportions.

He was also just in time to see a certain orange-haired cat burglar quietly open the door that had just slammed shut only moments previously and stealthily slip inside.

Zoro's lips curled into a thin grin as he shook his head.

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She landed on his back with a dull thump, locking her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. "Gotcha," she whispered in the shell of his ear.

"Nope," he said with a chuckle, and she noticed that he hadn't even broken his stride. Not that she had really expected him to with his massive strength, but she was left a little disappointed even still. "I saw it."

"Luffy!" Nami complained, "That's not fair!"

Luffy turned his head towards his right shoulder, where her head was positioned, and grinned. "I'm a pirate, Nami. I don't have to be fair."

"Scoundrel," she huffed, giving him a mock glare. "Set me down."

His hands, which had found their way under her thighs to hold her up, released their grip as he set her down gently. Nami grabbed his right hand with her left and fell astride with him, leaning her head on his right shoulder.

"Did you have fun?"

"Mhm," she hummed, "the party was wonderful."

"And the food was great, too! I ate a lot!" he replied, face stretching into a wide grin.

"You always eat a lot," Nami said exasperatedly, rolling her eyes and lifting her head off of his shoulder.

Luffy made to respond but instead was silent with curiosity as he noticed how her hand tightened over his even more strongly and how she began to pick up her pace so that she was slightly ahead of him, pulling him along.

She was nervous.

The tug became more insistent, and her gait gained a bit more in pace. In the end, he chose to not say anything and follow her, more than content to wait for her to come to him with whatever was causing her newfound anxiety.

And so it was shortly thereafter that she stepped in front of the door, opened it, and pulled him inside before quickly shutting it behind them.

"Nami, are you okay?" he asked to her back.

Ignoring his question, she quickly lifted his hat over his head before turning and striding past him, walking to the nightstand that stood against the polished wooden wall, right next to his bed. Luffy, head tilted in curiosity, padded softly behind her. He saw her deposit his hat on the nightstand, along with a small bottle, which she placed right next to a folded up piece of paper. His brow furrowed, having not noticed she was carrying the bottle earlier. She reached up with her left hand and grabbed the flower he had given her, removed it from above her left ear and gently deposited it on the nightstand as well. Her hair swished from side to side as she shook her head to promptly correct her hair.

"Nami," he said, concern leaking into his voice. "What is that?"

"It's nothing, Luffy," she said quickly, not wanting to bother him with the details of the bottle she had been given by Robin after the pair had snuck away from the party for an impromptu meeting on Nami's request.

"As much as we'd all love it, Nami, perhaps now is not the time for little captains and navigators running across the deck of the Sunny," the archeologist had said with a sly smile.

"It's just a bottle of pills for afterwards, well tomorrow really, it's nothing to worry about."

"Wait, pills?" he replied, voice seeped with worry. "Are you sick, Nami? How bad is it? Do I need to get Chopper?"

Nami's eyes rolled a full circle, she should have known he would completely ignore her stating that it was fine and home in on the idea that she needed pills for something. She quickly turned on her heels, placed her hands on both of his cheeks and leaned up, delivering a gentle kiss on his lips, mercifully cutting off his declaration that she couldn't get sick again and that he'd have Chopper in his room this very minute and that she'd be fine, she'll see (or something to that effect, anyway).

When she pulled her lips from his she leaned her forehead against his, and brushed her nose against his nose, seeking to comfort him. "Luffy," she said softly, reassuringly, "I'm fine. I'm not sick. I'm not going to get sick. Those are for something else, nothing is wrong with me. I promise."

He was silent for a long moment, electing to simply study her chocolate eyes with his. He tersely nodded his head, jostling her own.

"Good. Now wait here like a good boy," she said with a smile and turned back to the nightstand. She opened the lone drawer and withdrew a set of four candles she had procured from Franky before her chat with Robin, and she internally begged that the eccentric shipwright held firm on his promise that these candles were completely normal and she wouldn't be in for any weird surprises when she lit them. She couldn't help but eye the plain looking yellow wax in suspicion, however.

She arranged the glass-ensconced candles into a square and lit them with a match, also provided by Franky. She sucked in a breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion, but it never came.

Pleased, Nami turned and strode past Luffy to the light switch next to the door, distinctly aware that his eyes were on her, as they had been this entire time. With each step she took her nerves grew worse, forcing her to pause in front of the switch. Be brave, she thought to herself, drawing a long, shuddering breath in an attempt to steel herself. Be brave like he's brave.

She flipped the switch downward and turned again, striding back and stopping directly in front of Luffy. For an extended period of time she gazed at his face, admiring how the light from the candles cast shadows across his features.

She stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him again, just as softly and sweetly as she had done before. This time, when she pulled away, she gently placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards. His face slipped into a mix of curiosity and confusion at her actions, and then surprise when the back of his knees caught the edge of the bed and he fell on his behind.

"Luffy," she said sotto voce, looking down at him but unable to meet his eyes, "I want to share something with you."

His head tilted to the side and his eyes knitted in confusion as he peered at her. She finally met his gaze with her own, having mustered all the confidence she thought was possible, and slowly, deliberately reached toward the red sash tied around the waist of her white sundress. Her hands slipped around her back and gently tugged at the loose ends of the soft fabric, undoing the bow and the sash fluttered to the floor.

Luffy followed the sash as it floated downwards just as intently as he had followed her hands. He stared at the sash for a moment, before his head twisted up at her, gazing at her with the same expression he had a minute previously.

It was when her hands lifted up to the lining of her sundress at her breast that his expression changed and his eyes widened visibly. When she gave the dress a tug and pulled it down over her breasts, he sucked in a breath and quickly turned his head to the side, adamantly not looking at her now exposed bust.

She smiled, knowing that he was being courteous and that he was probably fearful of being charged a hefty sum, not that he should have anything to worry about.

"Luffy," she called, "What's wrong?"

In the intermittence between her question and his answer, she studied his face and was pleased to see a little bit of color seeping onto his cheeks, a welcome reversal from all the times he had been the one to make her flush recently. It also helped her tamp down the completely and utterly irrational feeling that he was looking away because he wasn't attracted. She knew she was beautiful, and she knew he thought so as well.

"I'm broke," he said simply, confirming her suspicion that he was partly influenced by his fear of being punishment.

"Foolish boy," she chided softly, "I want you to look."

Hesitantly, Luffy turned his head and carefully made eye contact with her, eyes never straying from her face. Her heart melted just a bit knowing that he had elected to look at her eyes before her body. She betrayed nothing though and waited patiently while Luffy continued to stare at into her eyes. A subtle dip of her head severed as an act of encouragement, one that he recognized.

A moment later he let his eyes drift slowly downward over the long expanse that was her neck and to the swell of her generous bust, tipped by hardened pink points. He collected a shaky breath and his eyes slid lower, across her smooth, toned stomach and down to her waist and supple hips, where rested a pair of black lace panties.

Luffy's eyes quickly farted back up to Nami's face, as if he thought he had lingered a bit too long. Nami again studied his face and again was pleased to see his skin take on an even redder flush. There were many things this loveable fool was capable of, but hiding his feelings was certainly not one of them. While his face didn't betray much, it was the widened eyes and the deep red spreading across his cheekbones that let her know he was certainly interested in her.

As did the sizable bulge she spied in his shorts that had begun to form as he had been examining her mostly nude body.

But even more prevalent to Nami was what his dark eyes also gave away; uncertainty, unsureness at what he should be doing. At what he should be doing next. This was adorable to Nami, and comforting too. As someone who had no experience herself, she was reassured that Luffy had none either, and it made this all the more special to her that this would be the first time for both of them. It also struck a bit of a chord with Nami in that he was her Captain, and she his Navigator, her role was to be a guide to him on the seas, and she was more than happy to guide him here even despite her own inexperience. They were to have a lifetime of experiences together, only natural that they should experience this together, too.

He was her Captain, and she his Navigator.

She looked down at his hands settled in his lap, unmoving, and reached out with both of hers to grasp both of his. She pried them gently out of his lap and moved forward, climbing on the bed to straddle his lap, knees digging into the soft bedding.

"Before we…before this…" Nami trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say. She blinked and looked down at their intertwined hands, settled between them, and ran both of her thumbs across the knuckles of the hands she was holding. Her eyes snapped back up and she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his. She gave his hands a firm squeeze.

"Only you," she said lowly. "Only you can see me like this, can be with me like this. Only you." She paused and studied his eyes then, hoping that he would get what she was trying to convey to him, that he'd understand.

She saw the flicker of recognition in his eyes and he nodded his head against her.

"I don't want to be this way with anyone else."

She trusted him above everything else. She trusted him with her life, her soul, her dream, her happiness, and she knew that even before he uttered those words, he would have never sought to hurt her. But hearing those words from him, despite knowing that he'd never betray her trust, hell he had already essentially proposed to her in his own way, hearing those words filled her with an indescribable happiness made it hard to breathe.

She brushed her nose against his in gratitude and love and slowly pulled his hands upwards toward her chest, eyes never straying from his. She softly pressed his hands against her chest, the sudden warmth of his calloused hands cupping her supple breasts drawing a soft gasp from her.

Luffy's eyes widened slightly in wonder, and his gaze dropped down to her hands cradling his own against her bust. The accompanying gasp she made as he gave an experimental squeeze lit a fire in his blood and he sharply drew his gaze up to make eye contact with Nami once more.

He nudged her nose with his, as she had done previously, and eyed her full, pink lips, still parted from the gasp that fell through them seconds before, and seized forward capturing her in a heated kiss.

His lips moved insistently, demandingly against hers, and she whimpered in his mouth at the feeling of his kiss. She pulled away to take a breath and moaned when she felt his hands squeeze her breasts. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her eyes from a haze that settled due to the sensations she was now feeling. It failed, as Luffy was not one typically for patience and he lunged forward to reclaim her mouth.

Luffy wondered if maybe he should slow down just a bit, but the eagerness with which Nami responded to him suggested that he was very much doing what she wanted, judging by the hands that now cupped his cheeks and the nips and bites she left on his lips. His body seemed to be reacting to her all on its own, and he didn't mind it not one single bit. He realized that what he felt in this moment was hunger, ravenous hunger for her. He needed his lips on hers, he needed her in his lap, he needed the sounds she made, the whimpers and gasps and moans, and most of all he needed her closer.

He broke their kiss once more, eliciting a mewl of disappointment from his navigator, and dropped his right hand from her breast to around her waist and tugged her to him so she was flush against his body. Nami gasped at the feeling of her heated core against his still covered groin and her skin against the portion of his chest not covered by his cardigan.

He released her other breast with his left hand and slid it around the back of her head and up her neck, threading it in her orange locks and gently pulling on her hair to tilt her head up.

Luffy leaned forward and nipped at the soft skin of her left ear lobe and trailed downward along her jaw. She squirmed in his grasp, wriggling to and fro in his lap, only increasing his fervor for her. There was no rhyme or reason to his ministrations, no grand plan, his body just moved on its own, hungry for her. Hungry for all of her.

Something about her drove him crazy, the sweet smell of tangerines in her hair, the feel of her smooth, soft skin against his own, the plethora of sounds she made. Maybe it was all of it, he thought as he kissed the tip of her chin before nudging her head further up with his own.

Nami's body felt hot, her blood felt like it was carrying molten lead, as Luffy kissed and bit at her heated skin. She gasped when he began the slow trek down from her chin to her neck and moaned aloud when he nipped at her throat.

If he hadn't told her he had no experience with this sort of thing, she would have thought he had been around the block quite a few times. As it stood though, he would never, ever lie to her, and she absolutely believed him, figuring that he was just acting on instinct, like most everything else he did in his life. God, but he's a fucking prodigy, she thought as he nibbled at her collarbone.

He paused and she felt his head tilt, and so she forced her gaze downwards from where she had been boring a hole into the ceiling, to meet his eyes. Her frustration that he had stop melted away as she realized that he was asking for her permission. She slipped her hands from his cardigan, which she had tightly fisted somewhere between the time he had locked her in a searing kiss and the time he had been administering love bites all across her ear and jaw line, and slid them over his shoulders. She nudged her forehead against his, giving her silent permission, a plea even, to continue.

Keeping her eye contact, he leaned forward and placed a slow, deliberate kiss on her breast, just above her heart. Her lips quivered and she felt tears begin to form in her eyes at the gesture. She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and pulled him closer to her, encouraging him to continue.

Luffy placed another gentle kiss over her heart and then over the hill of her breast, before removing his right hand from her waist and using it to lift it closer to his mouth. He softly kissed the tip of a hard, pink nipple, before slipping it into his mouth.

"Oh, Luffy," Nami gasped, the sensation of his warm mouth on her sensitive bud sending electricity down her spine. She gasped again when he nipped at it, pulling her nipple gently with his teeth. Her hands threaded through his hair and she gripped tightly, pulling him forward and closer to her breast.

With his tongue he drew light circles around her nipple, flicking the peak at regular intervals and rolling it gently between his teeth. All the while, he kneaded her other breast with his left hand, lightly pinching and pulling as he went.

Nami was overwhelmed by the foreign sensations and found herself desperately needing to find relief from the pressure building inside her and ground herself against the now fully formed erection in Luffy's shorts, nestled firmly against her core. She let out a strangled gasp at the contact and the man beneath her let out a sharp hiss. She rolled her hips again, seeking more contact with him, drawing a groan from him.

In response, Luffy's hands moved to grip her waist and pull her down further into his lap so that she was firmly seated against him, unable to move. A disappointed, frustrated whine left Nami's mouth, and he abandoned his ministrations to her breast and pressed his lips to hers in a demanding kiss.

Nami struggled to move against him, frustrated by his strength. She wriggled her hips in his lap, desperate to create more of that wondrous contact, when he suddenly broke the kiss and twisted their bodies, laying them down on the bed so that she was underneath his muscled frame with his head resting lightly against hers. As a consequence of the change of position, his body weight rested on his elbows on either side of her shoulders, and Nami recognized that he could no longer stop her. She rolled her hips upward in a long motion against his groin, drawing another groan from him, and he responded by pressing his groin tighter against her core in an effort to restrict her movement.

"Nami," he panted, his warm breath splashing pleasantly over her face.

"Luffy…"

"I can't…" he whispered

"You can't what?"

"I don't think I can control myself."

"Oh? Am I driving you crazy, Captain?" she replied in a teasing whisper.

"Yes," he answered truthfully.

"Good," she said, "because you're driving me insane too."

Luffy stared at her for a moment and then smiled. She smiled back and then lifted her head up to kiss him slowly. Her hands found their way under the opening of his cardigan and began to slide the red fabric off of his shoulders. He got the hint and shifted to help her, pulling his arms through the sleeves of the shirt and allowing Nami to take it off of his body and throw the material to the floor.

Nami broke from his lips and pressed her fingers to his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath her fingertips. As her digits brushed over the wide expanse of his pectorals, the thought crossed Nami's mind that she didn't much like the idea of Luffy fighting hours long battles against the monsters of the New World or him being thrown into an internment camp and tortured, but she'd be lying if she said that he didn't come out of those particular trials with spectacular success, judging by the new width and depth of his torso. Nami hadn't the opportunity to fully appreciate the glory in front of her, but now, with her fingers trailing softly over his skin...Nami bit her lip, trying to contain herself for just a bit longer, as she marveled at what was now, finally, hers. Quickly, she made a mental note to thoroughly explore his torso later, the thought bringing more moisture to her core.

"Luffy," she called, temporarily shelving her desire to run her hands and even her lips all over his chest and abs, "you have too many clothes on."

He blinked and then looked down between them, eyeing his shorts. "Oh," he said, and pushed himself up before standing at the end of the bed. Nami sat up once he was removed himself from atop her and scooted to the edge of the bed. He made to reach downs to the button on his shorts, but Nami swatted his hands away, leaving a questioning frown on his face as his arms now dangled by his side.

Sitting with her legs crossed underneath her, she leaned forward and with both hands undid the stud button that held his jean shorts comfortably to him, giving his shorts a sharp tug once they had slackened around his waist. She ignored the pair of denim shorts as they fell to the ground, eyes locked on the bulge that was even more prominent against the weaker fabric of his black boxers.

Nami's hands made their way to the lining of his boxers and slowly pulled them downwards, overcoming the slight resistance his member created as it strained against the material. With a stern tug, the fabric gave way and his length sprung free, bouncing until it came to rest.

Wow, Nami thought to herself as she regarded the specimen before her, having never seen one before. He was long and thick, and she wouldn't deny that his size was a bit intimidating given her inexperience.

But she was also intrigued. Intrigued by how Luffy's member stood proudly in front of her, intrigued by its shape and size and the tuft of hair at the base of his length.

And even more than the intrigue or the intimidation, Nami found she was excited. She was excited to draw the sort of noises she had made just minutes before from Luffy, like he had when he was attending to her. She was excited to see him writhe in pleasure because of her, knowing that it was her that brought those feelings to him. She had wanted to share this with him as she had mentioned before, she had wanted to love him, and him her, in the physical sense as well as the emotional, and she was eager to delve further into this area that neither had ever experienced and wouldn't ever experience with anyone other than each other.

Nami reached out and lightly brushed the swollen head of Luffy's length with her right index finger, watching it bob at the contact, before reaching further to the base and gripping his shaft with her hand. She was surprised that he was large enough for her to be unable to encircle his entire length in her hand and how soft and hot the leathery skin felt in her palm. She heard Luffy inhale sharply and looked up to meet his eyes, taking extreme pleasure in his freshly red cheeks and the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip. His eyes gazed back at her, wide and excited, and when she looked back down ready to continue, she noticed his hands balled tightly into fists.

All of this, seeing him react to her this way, pleased Nami.

She gave an experimental pull, dragging her soft hand from base to tip and back again, drawing another intake of breath from her captain's lips. Nami looked up as she repeated the action, wanting to see her lover's reaction. To her eyes, Luffy seemed to be struggling to contain himself. The muscles in his strong jaw twitched occasionally and his nostrils flared. She rotated her wrist lightly once as she continued and he lost a little bit of his control, hissing in pleasure.

It was when she ran her thumb over the tip of his length that he finally caved to her ministrations. "Nami…" he grunted, stumbling slightly and placing his right hand on her left shoulder in an attempt to steady himself.

Nami smiled cheekily in response, preening internally at her accomplishment and loving the husky tenor of his voice, and glanced back down. She swiped over the tip with her thumb again, smearing the thin liquid that had begun to leak out around the head of his length. With her right hand still pumping his shaft, Nami reached out with her left hand to gently cup his testicles, taking care not to squeeze too hard and hurt him.

Though is it possible to hurt him like this? He is made of rubber, she thought. The thought gave Nami an idea and she pulled just a little harder on his member than she had before and blinked in surprise as his length stretched under the pressure, just like the rest of his body. She filed the information away for a later date when they had plenty of experience under their belts, though she doubted that they'd need to foray much in that direction given his natural size.

She was broken out of her reverie when Luffy huffed and shuddered, wobbling slightly on his feet.

"Does that feel good, Luffy?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes," he hissed back as she began to pick up the pace at which she stroked him. She rolled his testicles in her palm and he offered her more praise, "It feels really good, Nami."

Just wait, Nami thought to herself, it's about to get much better. She desperately wanted to see him come undone on account of her and leaned forward even more, ready to take him inside her mouth.

But before she could, she felt his hand slide off of her shoulder and cup her chin in his palm. He tilted her head up and she glared at him, frustrated that he had interrupted. In the semi-darkness, she could see the slight sheen of sweat left on his forehead. His chest moved unsteadily, as if he had been struggling to breathe and was trying to regain himself.

His eyes were what caught her though. Partially shrouded in darkness due to the dim light of the candles on the nightstand behind her at the head of the bed, Nami was still able to pick out his onyx eyes, even darker than normal due to arousal. His heated gaze sent a shiver down her spine and heat to her core. His right hand remaining under her chin, Luffy stretched his left arm down until he was able to reach around her to the small of her back and pulled her up and towards him.

Nami stumbled to her feet and used her arms to brace himself against his chest, distinctly aware of his length being sandwiched between them, pressed tightly against her belly. She opened her mouth to scold him for interrupting her turn, but before she could even utter a syllable, he had rushed forward and took her lips in a blistering kiss. She squeaked in his mouth under the intensity of the kiss and moaned when his tongue wound its way into her mouth, pressing insistently against her own.

His right hand that had been under her chin wound its way from her chin to the back of her head as he threaded his digits tightly in her orange hair while pulling her even closer to his body with his left arm, still secured tightly around her waist.

Nami's head began to spin and she tried to push back against his lips with her own in an attempt to gain control, but he was simply too demanding. She felt him lean further into her forcing her to take a step backwards, which he then followed with a step of his own. A second step backwards and she realized he was pushing her back to the bed and mentally braced herself for a fall that never came.

Instead, Luffy simply dropped his left arm from the small of her back down beneath her ass and lifted her up. Nami quickly wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he continued to walk her back. She felt a slight jolt as he persisted to plunder her mouth with her own and she realized that he was now kneeling on the bed and moving them closer to the headboard.

Nami broke away from him with a gasp as he slowly laid her down, making sure her head rested on one of the pillows on the bed as he climbed on top of her. Her chest heaved as she tried to regain her breath and her lips and mouth tingled from the kiss he had just administered to her.

"Luffy, what-"

"It was still my turn," he growled, cutting her off. He leaned down from over her and kissed her lips again briefly, before kissing her chin and then moving down to her throat. "I'm still hungry."

You greedy bastard, she thought as he found the sensitive spot on her collarbone with his teeth, tearing another moan from her. He kissed a line down through the valley of her breast before reaching up and planting quick kisses, accompanied by gentle love bites, on the stiff peaks of her breasts, one after the other.

She squirmed underneath him as he kissed and licked his way down to her navel, and while Luffy generally had little idea of what exactly he was doing, rather doing whatever his body told him to do, he thoroughly enjoyed the reaction of Nami's body to him.

He nipped at the soft skin just above her belly button, right where it started to sink down into her navel, before slipping his tongue inside the small crevice. Nami gasped again, sending a shiver of pleasure down Luffy's spine, and he looked up to see Nami's fists clenching the sheets beneath her. He met her brown eyes, glowing with the reflection of the candlelight.

He gave her a soft kiss on the small expanse of pale skin just under her belly button and she jerked in response. Luffy's lips stretched into a sly, mischievous grin intending to pay her back for her teasing earlier. He raised his right hand and curved his index finger, and her eyes widened in recognition as her mouth dropped open.

"Luffy-" Nami started hurriedly, before letting out a high-pitched squeal. She thrashed beneath him, forcing him to use his left arm to hold her down at her hips as he continued to drag his index finger across the skin just below her navel, a spot on Nami's body he knew was extremely ticklish.

She quickly sat up and darted forward, grabbing his hand with both of hers by the wrist, gasping for breath. "No more," she said, giggling. Luffy merely laughed in response and rotated his hand in hers, pulling both of her hands to his mouth. He kissed the knuckles atop both of her middle fingers, then turned his hand around again a placed his large palm on her belly. He applied just a little bit of pressure, signaling to Nami that he wanted her to lie back again.

Nami, who had been smiling as he sweetly kissed her hands, now eyed him warily, concerned that he would tickle her again the second she let her guard down. She laid back slowly, her narrowed eyes a clear message to Luffy that she expected no mischief. He merely grinned at her in response, as if to say that he wouldn't guarantee anything.

As soon as Nami's back touched the bed, Luffy leaned forward slowly and placed a soft, lingering kiss in the same spot as he had before, the same spot that he had tickled her just moments prior. The sensation of his warm lips ghosting on that spot made Nami squirm slightly, as it had before. He placed another kiss a little lower next, that made Nami's body flush with the heat that had been lost moments prior, with his relentless tickling of her stomach. His next kiss, even lower still, added more of that wonderful heat that Nami desperately craved to explore with Luffy, but also added a bit of nervousness and self-consciousness to the fray, as when he had kissed her, his bottom lip had softly pressed into the edge of her black panties.

As if he had felt her nerves, and Nami reasoned that he probably had as he seemed to be more attuned to her than ever thanks to his Observation, he looked up at her flushed face and dilated eyes, silently seeking permission for him to go further.

She stared back at him briefly, and then gave him a shaky nod.

Intent on soothing her nerves, he pressed a kiss just underneath her belly button and Nami gave him a thankful smile in return. Luffy lifted himself up and sat back on his knees, reaching forwards with both of his hands to hook his fingers around the waistline of her panties.

He pulled gently and slid them down her thighs, Nami raising her legs to help him. Only when she put them back down, legs slightly parted so her calves were on either side of him, did he see her fully.

As always, she was beautiful.

A small, triangular patch of neatly groomed orange hair rested above glistening pink folds. He glanced up at her face, flushed bright red and adamantly avoiding eye contact in embarrassment. What is she embarrassed about? he thought.

He reached forward with us right index finger and gently ran it through the soft tuft of curls, watching as Nami's hips squirmed. She let out a shaky breath but still refused to look him in the eye, instead choosing to stare a hole in the wall adjacent to the bed.

Maybe this will get her attention, he thought to himself before leaning down, nestling his upper body between her legs. Her head snapped to him now, but he ignored that for the sight in front of him. Mere inches away from her, he could smell her arousal. He reached out again, this time dragging his index finger across the length of her mound, prompting a poorly hidden moan from his navigator.

Luffy inspected his finger, now shining with Nami's arousal. Deciding that the smell of her on his finger was appealing, he slipped his finger into his mouth.

"Luffy!" Nami gasped, "That's-" she stopped her sentence midway through, at a loss for words. That's really fucking hot, she thought to herself.

The man in question looked at her curiously, and then looked down at her folds. He edged closer and gave a quick, experimental swipe of his tongue across her folds. She jerked in surprise and gasped at the feeling.

That's…not bad, Luffy thought. It's not meat, but it's…Nami. I like Nami. He especially liked the sounds she had been making since they had started, and was eager to coax more from her. He gave another swipe of his tongue, longer and slower this time, and watched as Nami's lips parted, a moan slipping from her mouth.

He loved it.

With a growl he brought himself closer to her core and planted a kiss on top of her orange curls, then slowly kissed a line down her core. He pressed his tongue flat against her and gave a long, broad stroke upward.

"Oh, fuck," Nami cried, writing in pleasure. He looked up and was just able to see her face, eyes pinched tightly and jaw slack, over her generous, heaving chest. He nipped at her lips with his teeth, gently biting all the way around her core before giving another long lick to her heat. "Your fingers Luffy," she gasped, "use your fingers too!"

My fingers? Luffy thought, pausing in curiosity. He looked at her core for a moment and then pressed his index finger to her heat, watching as half of his finger sunk into slick mound. He inhaled sharply at the warmth that surrounded his digit, blinking as he felt her muscles flutter around him. He pulled back and her hot walls struggled against him, seemingly desperate to not relinquish their grip on his finger. He acquiesced to her body's desire and plunged his finger back in, all the way down the knuckle.

"Fuck," Nami moaned. Her hands released their tight grip on the sheets beneath her and reached out to him, threading her fingers through Luffy's hair. She pulled him closer to her core, desperate for him to continue. Feeling her need for him, Luffy consented, bringing his mouth back to her folds and beginning to steadily pump with his finger.

Nami's body jerked with the sensations. She heaved and twisted with pleasure as he continued ministrations, and then saw stars when Luffy's tongue accidentally swiped a spot at the apex of her core.

"Oh God," she cried, convulsing. "Right there, Luffy!"

Luffy eyed the small nub he had accidentally flicked with his tongue before moving back in and pressing a kiss on it. He felt Nami's body twitch beneath him and the convulse violently when he nipped at it. His grinned, enjoying the whimpers and moans and gasps he was able to coax from Nami's mouth, reveling in how she called his name and pleaded for him to continue. He was a pirate, and thereby inherently selfish, so it was only natural that he wanted more. He was the man who would be the King of the Pirates, and so if he wanted something, he took it. With that, he surged forward towards her sensitive nub, eager to hear more of those wonderful sounds from his lovely navigator.

What the fuck, Nami thought, gasping at Luffy's assault on her clit, where the hell did he learn this? How is he so good?

"God, please," Nami cried out. She began to feel a tight knot in the pit of her stomach, a burning pressure that she oh-so-desperately wanted, needed to be released. Perhaps it was when Luffy's curled his finger in the most delicious of ways, or when he tugged on her burning clit and flicked it with his dexterous tongue, that the dam broke. She wasn't aware of the time, whether it was minutes after Luffy started or mere seconds, she only was aware of the sensation that completely overwhelmed her.

Her back arched mightily, her hands pulling Luffy tightly to her. Enamored by her taste, fluid having rushed from her as she climaxed, Luffy continued to feast on her in an attempt to lengthen the pleasure she felt. Only when her hands left his head and fell limp at her sides did he pull away from her heat.

He sat back on his knees before her, watching her reaction. Her mouth hung slack and loose, her eyes pinched tightly. Back still bridged, she shuddered and twitched for a few moments before collapsing back on the bed. Her breathing, stopped before, sounded now like she had run a marathon. Her chest heaved as she tried to regain her breath.

All of this he watched with curiosity, but even more so with pleasure. He wasn't exactly sure what he did, or what it was that overcame Nami, but she seemed to enjoy it. Knowing that she lay before him as she currently did, having called his name and gripped his hair, brought him an enormous amount of pleasure and pride.

Finally her breathing calmed and she opened her eyes, gazing at him blearily. Blinking a few times, as if trying to clear her sight of a haze, she reached out to him with a hand, beckoning him to join her. Luffy did as she wished, sliding over her body and covering her with his own. His forehead rested upon hers.

She tilted her head up and shyly but leisurely kissed his lips, tasting herself on him. It was odd tasting herself on his lips, but highly erotic to her. He reveled in the press of her generous, soft chest against his own, the warmth of her heated skin on his. She broke the kiss with a huff and meekly looked away from him. When she returned her gaze upon him moments later, he felt pride at the pink on her cheeks.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Nami asked him suddenly.

"Oh," Luffy said coyly. "I read it in a magazine."

Nami blinked in confusion, surprised that he would even read a magazine, let alone possess one. Especially a magazine containing stuff like that. "A magazine?"

"Mhm. I got hungry one night and broke into Sanji's locker to look for food, and a whole bunch of magazines tumbled out. They had all this weird stuff in them and people doing strange things to each other. That was one of them," Luffy said, his face twisting into a frown. "Did I do something wrong?"

Nami, unable to control herself, broke into a fit of giggles due to the absurdity of Luffy looking for food and stumbling onto a smut trove as well as the adorable face he put on thinking he did something terrible. "No, foolish Captain, you did nothing wrong," she answered. She extended a finger and poked him on the forehead lightly. "But," she said, "no reading those things."

Luffy cocked his head, "Why not?"

"Because those type of things aren't respectful to women, not the things that Sanji would read."

"What do you mean?" Luffy asked. "Sanji is always talking about respecting women. He's a gentleman, right?"

"Yes, he's always talking about being respectful to women, but talk and actions are two different things. You can say you respect women, but that flies out of the window when they can't take a bath in privacy because you're trying to spy on them," Nami said sternly. Her features softened as she regarded Luffy. "Sanji is a nice man, and a dear friend. But a gentleman? Maybe not so much. In ways, you're much more of a gentleman."

"Me?" Luffy said, drawing back.

Nami reached forward with both her arms and slipped them around his neck, pulling his head back down to her.

"Yes, you," she said, nudging his nose with hers. "You're kind and gentle and sweet and caring and so many other things. You're very gentleman-like."

Luffy scowled childishly, "I'm a pirate! I don't want to be a gentleman!"

"Fool," Nami said, "I said you're gentleman-like, not that you were a gentleman. I don't want you to be one, I just want you to be you."

Luffy blinked and regarded her momentarily. "Well," he said, "I guess that's okay then. I want you to be you, too."

"Good!" Nami exclaimed with a grin, "Because I didn't want to change anyway!"

She stuck her tongue out at him and Luffy grinned. She tilted her head up again and this time he met her, pressing his lips against hers. He felt her tongue prodding at his lips and he opened his mouth a little wider, meeting her tongue with his.

The kiss was long and drawn out, wholesome, and they were in no rush to separate, merely enjoying the feel and taste of each other.

"Did it feel good, Nami?" Luffy asked, after they pulled apart.

"Oh, it felt wonderful, Luffy. Thank you," she replied, giving him a peck on the nose.

"I'm glad," he said, his face breaking into a grin, making Nami smile as well.

"I've heard the next part feels even better," she said, still smiling. "For both of us."

"The next part?" Luffy asked, his face twisting into confusion. "That wasn't it?"

"I thought you knew what sex was?" narrowing her eyes in accusation at the man above her.

"I do!" Luffy said, "Well sort of. Ace told me but didn't say much about it. Something about how it's when people do things in bed together and it feels good. A mystery thing!"

"It's a little bit more than that," she said, rolling her eyes with a smile. "No, what we did is called foreplay. Sex is what comes next."

"What comes next?"

Nami nods and he stiffened in surprise when she snakes her hand down and grabs his length firmly in her soft hands. "This," she began quietly, "is supposed to go where your fingers went."

Luffy peered down at her as she handled him, gazing at her honey colored eyes. He sucked in a breath as she maneuvered him to brush against her slick folds and stared as her mouth fell open at the contact, her plump, soft lips parting ever so slightly.

"Luffy," she whispered, "before we start, I need to tell you something."

He nodded at her, noticing the uneasiness in her voice.

"For girls, the first time they do this can hurt for a little bit, so-"

At the mention of her being hurt, Luffy snapped to attention, startling her. He drew his head back from her and raised himself off of his elbows. "Hurt? But I don't want to hurt. If this hurts you, I don't want to do it. We can do other things, Nami, I don't-"

She cut him off in the middle of his rambling by pressing a long, thin finger to his lips, rolling her eyes. Though, despite her slight exasperation, his reaction was everything she had come to expect from him, his care for her another solidifying factor of the depth of their relationship and another testament, one among many and many more, that she had absolutely made the right choice in loving him. "Hush, sweet boy," she said. "I want this. If I didn't, we wouldn't be doing this."

Luffy gave a shake of his head, shaking her finger off of his lips. "But Nami, I don't want to hurt you!" he replied insistently.

"Luffy," she said, reaching forward with both of her hands and grabbing him by his cheeks and pulling him back down to her. He huffed at the loss of warmth surrounding his member, for she hadn't released him until now, but then focused on her serious amber eyes. "It happens for all girls their first time. It will only last a little bit. I'll be fine. I want this. I want this and I want to be with you. I trust you. Okay?"

Luffy frowned and searched her shining eyes, looking for any sign of hesitancy but found none. He bit his lip in thought, then gave her a terse nod. She smiled brightly and placed a quick peck on his lips in celebration of his agreement.

"Thank you, Luffy," she said, reaching down his body to claim his length in her hands again. He sucked in a breath as she handled him again, brushing his head against her cleft.

She gave him a firm squeeze and pulled on his length, urging him to move his hips forward. He acquiesced to her silent command and moved his body lower to cover hers once more. She lined him with her heat and nodded her head against his, beckoning him to press his hips forward.

Luffy stared at her intently as he slowly began to sink into her looking for any signs of pain, but her gaze was down between their bodies. Feeling his gaze on her, she looked back up at him with eyes that betrayed nervousness. "Okay, so do it quickly. Better to get it over with, you know?" she said shakily.

"Nami," Luffy began, "are you sure? We don't-"

"I'm sure," she said, cutting him off. "It's fine. It'll only be for a moment. I want this, Luffy." She glared at him sternly, emphasizing her point and leaving him with no argument. He nodded, brushing his nose against hers, and placed a quick peck on her lips.

And in one quick motion surged forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of her. Nami let out a sharp yelp and buried her face in the crook of his neck. She was wet and hot, and her walls fluttered against him wonderfully. She felt amazing and it was an otherworldly experience that had his breath rattling as he exhaled. He desperately wanted to move, but he shelved all of that out of his concern for the woman beneath him.

He patiently waited for her breathing to calm and her gentle shaking to subside. After a long minute in which he adamantly ignored the wonderous sensations of being inside her body, she finally removed her head from his collarbone and lay it back on the pillow, allowing him to finally inspect her face.

Her eyes were red and small tear tracks glistens under her eyes and on her cheeks. He frowned and kissed at them, starting on her right cheek and up to just under her right eye and then across to her left eye and down to her cheek. Only when he was done did he pull back, asking lowly, "Are you all right, Nami?"

She rolled her eyes at his concern, though touched by his doting. She certainly hadn't expected him to be able to exhibit the kind of care and attentiveness he displayed as he kissed away the tears from her face. "Yes, dork, I'm fine," she said, assuring him of her well-being. "It only hurt for a moment, like I said it would. You're a lot to take in."

She wasn't lying. It had hurt initially, but time and his attention to her alleviated the discomfort. Now, she felt only a remarkable fullness and a burgeoning pleasure in her belly, a tingle of rapture swelling deep inside her. She also felt impatience, a growing desperation to make the man above her believe her and finally move.

Oblivious to her desire and impatience, Luffy only tilted his head, inspecting her for any signs of dishonesty, not even recognizing the compliment. The only thing he found was a raised eyebrow and a challenging glare.

"Luffy," she said, bringing her hands up to cup his cheeks, "I'm fine. I promise." She placed a quick peck on his lips and brushed her nose against his. "You can move now."

After a long moment, Luffy accepted her answer. Not breaking eye contact with her and forehead still resting on hers, he drew his hips back until he was almost all the way out of her and surged forward, bottoming out. She gasped, mouth hung open, and Luffy's lips parted as well as he finally allowed himself to feel, to experience her.

She was hot and wet, her walls tight around his length as he rested inside her. The feeling to him was incomparable to anything he had ever felt before. He released a shuddering breath as her muscles fluttered around him and leaned down to kiss her red and swollen lips.

She responded to him readily, and he could feel with his Observation that she felt very much the same as he did, confirmed when they parted and she uttered a soft "Wow."

She exhaled loudly after they broke apart, a surprise to Nami as she thought she felt all of her breath leave her body when he slid deep inside her. She felt so full, so complete with him buried in her body that she didn't think there was any room for air. He was thick and long and throbbed pleasantly inside her. Her belly was flushed with heat, and she yearned for him to move to relieve her of the burning pressure she felt.

"Again," she called to him. "Do it again."

So he listened. He withdrew himself from her and quickly pressed back into her, enough so that her breasts bounced with the force. She gasped again and pulled her legs sharply up to cradle his hips, not locked behind his back for the sole purpose of allowing him to continue. Her thighs held his sides in an iron grip.

Her hands found purchase in his hair as she pulled him to her lips for a rough kiss, only to be broken when he thrusted again. Her breath left her as if he was driving it from her, and she gripped him with her hands and her legs as if she would float away if she didn't maintain contact.

Luffy had never experienced anything remotely close to what he was currently feeling. Each roll of his hips brought him an indescribable sense of pleasure and fulfillment, pleasure from the heat and snugness of her body and the fulfillment from being with Nami in this way, understanding the incredibly intimacy of what they were doing.

She was his navigator, his guide, one of his best friends, and so much more. She was his Queen, and he reveled in it. He reveled in the feeling of her clamping tightly around his length. He reveled in the gasps and the cries of pleasure he drew from her, and the way her generous bust bounced because of him.

Most of all, he was enthralled by her. He was enthralled by the glow of her eyes and the redness of her lips, their taste sweet when he leaned down and captured them. He was enthralled by the sound of her voice as she voiced her pleasure and by the overwhelming sensations he felt from her walls as they tightened upon him, her slick heat unwilling to relinquish him as he made to withdraw.

He was utterly captivated by her, by the way her pale skin glowed gold with the candlelight and her orange hair splayed behind her head, the shifting light of the candle making it shimmer like flames. And her eyes, how they shined with the candlelight, focused on him and him alone.

She was angelic, and she was his, and that pleased him greatly.

He continued to drive into her, relishing the grip of her walls on him, so reluctant to release him. Her eyes pinched closed as they found a better rhythm together, her hands gripping his biceps tightly, desperately clinging to him.

"Fuck, Luffy!" she cried out, lost in a haze of pleasure. He felt a building pressure rising in his gut, a burning wave threatening to overtake him, and using his observation, felt a similar feeling coursing through his navigator.

He redoubled his efforts, trying to push her over the edge that he felt was rapidly approaching for both of them, and leaned down, capturing the rosy tip of her right breast between his lips, worrying it with his teeth.

Nami, overcome with the sensations, threaded her long, slim fingers in his hair and pulled him tighter to her breast. She gasped his name and pleaded for him to continue as he continued to push into her and cried out every time he dragged his teeth over her sensitive nipple. She felt like every nerve from her toes to the tips of her fingers was on fire, lit aflame by the man above her. She was coming close to her climax, and desperately rolled her hips in sync with his thrusts in the hopes that she'd achieve it.

It was one such time that her hips met his in such a way that he brushed against her sensitive clit, the effect so powerful it sent her roaring over the edge. Her vision flashed white and she jerked violently, pleasure overwhelming her entire being. She was distinctly aware of the heat that flooded her core, accompanied by a breathy gasp of her name, and she sighed pleasantly with the realization that he too had found his climax with her.

The knowledge of him emptying himself in her was a wonderful revelation of the intimacy of their act, now closer together than ever before, and she was once more thankful that of all the places she could be and people in the world she could be with, she was here on this ship in this bed with this man.

Only moments after they had climaxed together did he collapse on top of her, both his weight and his warmth pleasant against her body. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and puffed a hot breath against her delicate skin, overwhelmed by the feel of her pulsing core, clenching around him.

"Wow," she said, finally opening her eyes to the world, the golden candlelight shimmering across the wooden ceiling.

"Wow," he repeated, muffled against her neck.

They stayed that way for a minute, until Luffy propped himself up on his arms to take his weight off of her. He rested his forehead against hers for a moment, and she examined his eyes. They were wide, excited, and full of wonder. And love.

She leaned up and gently kissed his lips, and he returned the favor in kind. And then he slowly withdrew himself from her body, and she gasped at the loss of his heat and the sudden emptiness. He rolled off of her to her right and laid on his side, facing her. She rolled on her right shoulder and mirrored him, facing him.

An initial bout of tiredness washed over the pair, but it was pushed aside by a wave of energy, a tingle of electricity that slipped through every millimeter of their bodies. While Nami guessed that Luffy felt what she did, Luffy could not only see it afflicted her too, but he felt it within her body as he used his Observation.

Her wide, honey colored eyes glowed in the candlelight and a wide smile stretched across her features, and he felt his own smile stretch across his.

They stared for a while at each other, not speaking, only enjoying the sight of the mussed hair and the fading sheen of sweat, or the sound of each other breathing, heard quite acutely as they were only inches away from being nose to nose. They enjoyed the smell of each other, but mostly just enjoyed just the sight of the other person being right in front of them.

But silences never lasted long on this ship, not with this captain, and they eagerly began chatting in hushed voices and conspiratorial tones about everything and nothing at all, things significant and insignificant alike. Random things like what Luffy was excited to eat on whatever island they next came to, and how much money Nami was going to steal from bad people there. Hushed whispers became hushed giggles and chuckles when Luffy began random impersonations of crew mates and gasps when Luffy told her of pranks he played on Usopp and pranks he hoped to achieve in the future.

They talked and conspired late into the night, late enough that the candles now burned low and the room was noticeably darker than before.

It was then that Luffy's face took a more serious demeanor and he asked her, voice still sotto voce, "Nami, what were those pills you put on the nightstand?"

Nami blinked, flabbergasted by the direction he had suddenly taken. She could see in his face though that he was genuinely concerned, and while he went along with her earlier, she had never truly waylaid his fear that she was sick. She reached out with her left hand and cupped his cheek, drawing her thumb across the underside of his right eye, tracing over the soft skin.

"It was nothing to worry about, Luffy," she said, and he opened his mouth in protest but she quickly cut him off. "They're special pills, Luffy. Not pills for when you're sick."

"What are they for, then?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion. "Why take pills when you're not sick?"

She smiled at his innocence and was overcome with amazement that one of the most fearsome men in the world, soon to be the most fearsome, and one of the most wanted criminals in the world, happened to be perhaps the most innocent among them all. "You see, Luffy…when men and women love each other very much and do what we just did, and the man, um…does what you did inside a woman…sometimes they can have a baby together."

Luffy's eyes widened comically and he blinked in surprise. "Wait! You're going to have a baby now? Did you even want one? Did you even want one with me? Should I not have done that? I'm sorry, I didn't-"

Nami giggled and shushed him, brushing her nose against his. "Hush, foolish man. It's okay. Yes, you should have done what you did, I wanted you to. And no, I'm not pregnant." Luffy's mouth clamped shut and he waited on bated breath for her to continue. "As for a baby…I think I would want one, but off into the future, and you're the only person I would want one with. Just you."

Luffy nodded and Nami continued, "But that comes later, much later. At a time when both of us are ready for that. These pills just stop the baby from coming. That's all."

Luffy nodded again, and as she stared into his cobalt eyes, she found herself wondering about a time in the far-off future where perhaps such a thing could happen for them. Would we have a boy? Or maybe a girl like sweet little Tama? she thought. Would they take after their daddy, or would they be more like me? Would we have a Monkey D. Ace for a boy? Or maybe a Monkey D. Belle for a girl?

And then she suddenly found herself imagining a round-faced, black-haired boy bouncing around excitedly accompanied by an orange-haired girl, both shrieking with laughter as they were chased by a dark-haired man that wasn't ever in a position good enough for her to catch a glimpse of his face. She did recognize the trademark laugh though and felt warmth flood her with the thought that maybe one day this particular event could come to pass. This was the ship of dreams, after all, and the man that ran it was the man that would make all of their dreams come true. Perhaps this one too, she thought.

But for now, not so, and she was driven back into reality by gentle tapping on her nose. She blinked and realized that Luffy was repeatedly pressing his index finger against her nose to get her attention, and she scrunched her nose in response.

"Is everything okay, Nami?" she heard him ask quietly.

She gazed upon him and was suddenly overcome by an intense longing, perhaps brought about by her daydreaming, a longing to be closer to him, and a fear, albeit one that she knew was irrational, that made her blood run cold for just a moment.

"Nami?" he called out again, a tinge of worry in his voice. She focused her sight on his eyes, having been looking at him without really seeing anything moments prior, and saw his worry reflected in his onyx eyes. He opened his mouth again to say something, but she preempted him by surging forward and catching him in a heated kiss, spurred by the bubbling desperation she felt in her gut.

He let out a muffled sound of surprise, but otherwise engaged with her, allowing her to control the tempo. She sidled closer to him, shifting her body inches over and closing the gap between them so that their bodies were touching. She deepened the kiss and brushed her tongue against his lips, and he allowed her press further forward.

Luffy's eyes drifted shut as she kissed him, and he was distinctly aware of a turmoil plaguing her, which is why he allowed her to do as she pleased. Would she feel better? he wondered to himself as she pressed her suit with her tongue, flicking it against his own as well as against his teeth.

So when she took her left hand and placed it against his right shoulder, he readily ceded to the pressure and rolled to his back even as she glided over to him and threw her left leg over his body, straddling his hips. She broke the kiss very suddenly, her head hovering above his own, her nose only inches away from his own. She breathed heavily, hot puffs of air wafted gently across Luffy's face.

Luffy eyes flicked across her features, the amber eyes in slight distress, the flared nostrils, the parted lips, red and kiss-swollen. Her hair had fallen around their faces, cascading downward like a veil of orange, glowing with the light of the candles. Here, behind the luminescent curtain of her hair, they were hidden away from everything, alone but for the two of them in their own little world.

And Luffy thought in this moment, with the light and shadows that flickered across her face, illuminating her, that he had never seen anything in the world so beautiful.

"Don't leave me." Her words reached his ears as a strangled whisper, a desperate plea that pierced him deep in his chest. His eyes widened as he looked at her, and her eyes took on a glassy, watery sheen. She was struggling not to cry, and it broke him a bit on the inside.

"Don't ever leave me alone. Please, don't ever leave me alone."

A feeling of desperation washed over him, a worry over a promise to another man made long ago after he had finally secured her back on his ship, but even more importantly a promise made to himself that he would never, ever take her smile away.

She should never cry. Anything that made her cry was a crime against nature itself, and any place that she didn't want to be, he would destroy. She should never be anything but happy. And the thought that she could be in some way dissatisfied with him, or worried about being left behind was off-putting and concerning.

Why would she ever think I could leave her? he wondered, reaching up slowly with his left hand, cupping her cheek and using the pad of his thumb to brush away the wetness that had started to drift from eye.

"Never."

Her lips curled downwards as she tried to contain a choked sob, and Luffy leaned up and kissed her sweetly, gently worrying the soft skin of her lips with his teeth. Her response was more aggressive, more hurried, she leaned into him heavily and curled her fingers against the muscles of his chest, scratching his rubbery skin with her nails. He didn't mind, though, and over time he won out and she began to relax into him, matching his leisurely pace.

When she separated from him, not by much because she still wanted to be as close as possible to him, her eyes were much less glassy. She nuzzled his nose with hers appreciatively, aware of what he had done. She took a long, steadying breath before pushing herself off of his chest, so that she sat up atop his lap, the pressure she had put on him forcing him to lay flat on the bed.

He looked at her curiously, while she smirked and looked at him haughtily.

I'm a Queen, she thought, gazing down at him with the arrogance of the position. She slowly dragged her hips backwards, gliding her core over his length, trapped between them. He sucked in a sharp breath and his hands flew to grip her wide hips, fingers digging in harshly. She cast down a warning glare at him and he narrowed his eyes.

I'm a Queen, she thought again, swiveling her hips once more, none of the superciliousness from moments prior lost. I'm a Queen, and this is my throne.

She slid her ass across his pelvis again, just a bit further this time so that his length sprung free, standing proudly between the two of them, the top side glistening with the residue of her arousal. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding in.

Nami smirked again at his reaction, pleased with the small details, like the flaring of his nostrils, that showed her he was struggling with her teasing.

And then she slid her hips forward again, her slick lips moving across the underside of his length and trapping it against his stomach. He let out a frustrated growl and gripped her hips harder, pulling her down more firmly against his member and stilling her movement. She gasped inadvertently, and then glared at him for moving out of turn. He bit his lip and glared back, ever defiant.

Finally, mercifully, she began to move again, swiveling her hips once, twice, three times over him, until she too felt the burning need for more. And so once more she shifted her hips forward, even slower than before, taking care to again move just a little further than she had previously so that she was in danger of coming off of his length completely.

This time, however, when she motioned her hips backwards, she applied just a little more pressure to him, and was rewarded when she felt his wide head catch against her entrance. His nostrils flared as he huffed a strong breath out of his nose, and she bit her lip and curled her fingers on his chest, scratching his rubbery skin with her nails.

She pressed her hips backwards a bit more, and after a momentary struggle, his broad head lodged itself between her lips. She bit her lip and tilted her head back as she began to feel the tingling pleasure and forced herself further back until he was seated fully inside her. A long, low breath left her mouth and she blinked, staring at the shadows that danced on the ceiling with the candlelight as her body rejoiced in the feeling of being full and completed and she relished the wonderful way in which Luffy stretched her.

She felt his fingers dig into the soft skin of her hips, and she was aware of his desire for motion. More motion, more contact, more something, a feeling which she reciprocated because damn this was bliss. Nami slid her hips forward and then back again, slowly, maximizing every second of movement with him inside her, reacquainting herself with the feel of him.

Finally, she lowered her eyes down to his face, his dark eyes impossibly darker as he stared at her, drinking in her every detail. Nami felt as though he was trying to commit everything about this moment to memory while simultaneously, and desperately, forcing himself to hold back. He was hungry, and hungry for her, but he was acquiescing to her prior demand.

He was being such a good boy, she reasoned, so she would certainly reward him and help him along.

She swiveled her hips as a reward, rolling them moderately as a favor. The hiss he let slip through his teeth was sweet, sweet music to her ears. She bit her lip as she rolled her hips again feeling him slide out of her and back in, down to the hilt. She celebrated all the feelings, all the wonderful sensations she felt, the heated skin of his thighs under her ass, the hot pulse of his dick in her, the flush of his skin and the light sheen of sweat beginning to form on his beautiful, muscled chest.

But it all came back to the eyes with him. God, she thought, staring into the obsidian of his eyes, burning with desire. The way he looks at me…

And suddenly his eyes broke from hers, shifting down, and she felt his hands slowly ghost over the curve of her hips and onto her abdomen, and she was going to scold him for moving in a way she didn't approve until she felt his hands settle on the flat, taut skin of her stomach. She stilled both her body and her mind as she watched him, her breath hitching when she saw the care and intensity with which he was staring at her belly.

And by the look on his face, she knew what he was thinking in that moment, for it had been the same thing she had been thinking not minutes earlier. She could see it in his eyes, what he was imagining. Is he thinking of the names? she thought. Or the looks?

She smiled down at him, but he was so engrossed in his deliberations that he didn't even notice, not until she had covered his hands with hers for a moment before gently tugging them upwards to above her breasts and to her lips, pressing the soft skin to the tips of his index and middle fingers on each hand.

In time, Luffy, she thought, and she knew he understood when the corner of his lips tilted upwards into a small, lopsided grin. But then she lowered her hands again, still holding onto his, and guided his large, rough hands to cup her breasts, a reward for being such a sweetheart.

And suddenly that look was back in his eyes, and his hands tightened around her bust in such a way that it pulled the air from her chest.

And suddenly she was riding him again, slowly at first but then faster because damn did she want him and all of him, and it didn't help (or maybe it did) that he squeezed and pinched her nipples in just the right way or that his dick hit just the right spot as it stretched her.

And she was so absorbed in the tumultuous sensations plaguing her that she didn't notice Luffy's own predicament, that he was utterly enticed by the heave of her breasts as she rode him and the feeling of them in his hands or the feeling of her wrapped suffocatingly around his length. She didn't notice the tightening of his jaw or the gritting of his teeth, harder and harder such that he was lucky that his entire body was made of rubber lest his teeth crack under the pressure.

And she didn't notice his frustration that, despite how wonderful this was, and it was wonderful, that he wasn't close enough and that, as is the nature of every pirate, especially so the man who would be the king of them all, he simply wanted more. And it was this notion, and Nami's preoccupation with riding him like it was her life's mission, that allowed him to surge upwards, wrap his right arm around Nami's shapely hips and his left arm around her back and up her neck, tangling his long fingers in her hair. With his right arm he pulled her closely such that they were tight together and with his left he gripped her hair and pulled gently, forcing her head to tilt back and expose the succulent skin of her slender, pale neck, ripe for his taking.

And take he did, latching onto a spot on her throat that had her shuddering in pleasure. He nipped and sucked at her neck, each second driving Nami into a frenzy of emotions, and confliction too, because she couldn't decide whether to yank him away from her neck because this was going too fast and she could feel herself even now approaching that precipice as her hips worked furiously over his and his ministrations worked furiously on her body, or to hold him to her like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to life.

In the end, though, it just felt too good, the drive of him inside her, which he helped along with the arm slung around her hips and pulling her downwards, adding more power and pressure to her efforts, the way in which his teeth slid across her neck and then collarbone and then her breasts and then back to her neck again, the way his left hand tugged her hair gently, prickling her scalp, and then hefted her breasts and pinched her nipples before winding up in her hair again. It just felt so good, so Nami held him to her like her life depended on it and she cried out and writhed and gasped and did everything under the sun while keeping her hips moving, and at a furious pace too, barreling towards that cliff she had experienced for the first time earlier that night.

She remembered distinctly the moment it happened, and everything involved. She remembered the way his right hand cupped her ass and the pressure of his fingers as he gripped her. She remembered the way his left hand similarly cupped her right breast, and how his index finger and thumb rolled the hard, puckered tip of her pink nipple between them. She remembered how his lips ghosted over her neck before he reached up and stole a deep kiss from her, and the feel of his tongue against hers and the sound of his groan as she tightened around him, meeting her whimper of pleasure.

She remembered all this when that feeling inside her exploded and her vision flashed and her core tightened like a vise around him, and when she shuddered and writhed atop his lap and inside his powerful arms. And as her body shuddered, she felt an inkling of discontent under the very, very, present contentment, precisely because of what it is she did not remember, or what she did not feel, rather. Because the one thing that she didn't feel, among the ocean of pleasurable feelings running through her breasts and neck and ass and core, was the feel of him reaching his own climax and the pleasure and pride of knowing that she had driven him to it.

With this, she pulled away from him, gasping for breath, her hips still jerking and twitching slightly on occasion in the aftermath of her own climax, pinning him with a stare acknowledged in his hazy, lustful eyes. She began accusingly, "But you didn't-"

But before she could finish, as she was going to accuse him of not doing the very thing she strove to make him do, he expertly flipped them, repositioning them so quickly that she was unable to process what happened until she felt the soft fabric of the sheets beneath her back and his face hovering above her own.

The intensity of his look is what prompted the silence that followed, Nami content to merely observe the way in which he looked at her and his actions that would follow. For a while, or what felt like a while, but what was really only moments, Luffy looked down at her and took in the sight of her. He took in way in which her orange hair, glowing and flickering with the light of the candle on the nightstand, spread outwards behind her, giving her a quite angelic look. And the way in which that same candlelight illuminated the brown of her eyes, brightening them and causing them to shine in the relative darkness. Or the tint of red dusting her cheeks, matched by the flush of red peppered across and between her heaving breasts.

Everything about her, in this moment and every moment, could be described in a single word that he had almost uttered when she sat atop him for the first time. And this word is what made him want to experience all of her, even more than he already had, which is why he had fought so hard as her tight, wet heat clamped down and gripped him like a vise, to not lose himself just yet because, as was his nature as a pirate, he simply wanted more of her.

"Beautiful," he whispered, looking down at her, acting on urge to finally declare what he had seen earlier. He thrusted home and then kissed her, swallowing her gasp and giving no opportunity to retort.

And Nami found herself dissatisfied, not for anything on Luffy's part. On the contrary, her body pulsed with wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure with each deep stroke of his hips. Her body hummed with satisfaction, each thrust sliding his body against hers. There was no room between their bodies, just skin against skin and her breasts pressed tightly against his rugged chest and wonderful friction and she absolutely loved it. But there was one thing, one thing that she couldn't voice, and she suspected it was intentional on his part, purposefully denying her this one wish that she wanted so desperately to come to fruition.

She broke away from his lips with a gasp, chest heaving, and uttered his name with a strangled plea. "Luffy-"

And he left her no room to comment further, immediately connecting his lips to hers again in a searing kiss that left her head spinning. She moaned into his mouth, and he growled his approval. Though she felt something, a particular curl to his lips, a confirmation of her earlier suspicion. He had smiled in their kiss. He knew her distress, and was deliberately teasing her.

And she found it frustrating. She growled and broke away again and was preparing to scold him for his insubordination. "Luffy-"

But he swooped down again and crushed her protest under another sweltering kiss. She forced herself away yet again, "Luffy, plea-"

It wasn't a kiss that cut her off this time, rather a deep stroke with his length that hit a spot so sweet inside her it stripped her of all of her breath and made her see stars. She blinked once, clearing her vision and locked eyes with him. "Luffy, please," she begged, moaning as he continued to thrust. "Fuck," she said, pinching her eyes closed as he hit that same spot again. He leaned down and kissed her again, shorter this time, a little bit longer than a peck. He was egging her on, making it clear that she was allowed to voice what it is she wanted from him.

"Luffy, please!" she begged, tugging her arms downward to no avail, "Just let me touch you!"

And Luffy thrusted again, driving the air right out of her body, and Luffy rested his forehead against hers, the tips of their noses brushing against each other. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers, occupying her with a languid kiss while maintaining their rhythm. And then, when Nami had almost given up hope that he'd stop teasing her, he released the pressure of his hands on her wrists, pinned on either side of her head.

Perhaps faster than she had ever moved, her hands ripped free of his and tangled their way in his raven-black hair, pulling him even closer to her and securing his lips against her own. At the same time, her legs wound their way around his waist, locking him to her and giving him no room to pull away.

The moment blurred for both, a frenzy of movement and heat and slipping of hot, sweaty skin. Each collision of their hips brought burning pleasure into the pits of their stomachs as they rushed towards their end. Nami's hands attached to his cheeks and remained as if they were glued there, and he swallowed every moan that slipped from her.

A hard thrust, particularly deep, tipped Nami over the edge and she came hard, fingers curling over the skin of his face. Luffy growled as she tightened considerably around him, and Nami felt a rush of warmth as he spilled into her.

She blinked blearily, not having realized that they had separated from each other's lips. His forehead rested heavily against hers, but he still held himself up by his forearms so as not to rest all of his weight on her. Nami's legs unwound from his waist and dropped heavily to the bed beneath her.

As best she could, tired as she was, she inspected the face of her lover above. His lips were parted, kiss-swollen and red, and she took pride in not only that, but also in how he took in copious amounts of air as he breathed heavily, just as she did. Here he was, an Emperor of the Sea, and the man that would soon be Pirate King, who had overcome some of the greatest challenges walking this earth and fought battles for days on end, and she did this to him.

His eyes opened just then, a breath of hot air rushed over her face, and he grinned knowingly, like he knew what she was thinking, and leaned down to brush her nose with his. When he withdrew, she was enraptured by the way the flame of the candle flicked across his dark eyes.

She reached out towards him, but stalled as a wave of tiredness overwhelmed her, and she started to feel herself drift away. She felt his hand encircle her wrist and felt a gentle tug on her arm. Nami blinked and found herself looking across his chest, her right cheek heated by the warmth of his skin and her body and mind being further lulled by the steady hammer of his heart in her ear.

In one last act of defiance, she reached out with her left hand and immediately felt his fingers close around hers without her voicing what she wanted, because he knew everything about her, even when she didn't.

By the time his left arm wrapped around her back after pulling the covers over their hips, she was already asleep.

Luffy looked down at her laying across his chest for just a moment, and their entangled hands resting in on top of his x-shaped scar and smiled, his heart still hammering from the exertion of their activities. He brought his left hand from around her waist to brush his sweat-matted hair from his eyes before burying his nose in her orange locks. His arm returned to her waist, anchoring her to him.

He inhaled, her smell still sweet like a tangerine despite her sweat, and a realization struck him at just that moment, as he had never felt more freedom as a man in his entire life than he did in this moment. Nami guides me towards freedom, he thought to himself, therefore she is freedom. His lips curled with amusement at the obviousness at it all, and he would have wondered how he could have not come to that conclusion sooner and why it had taken him so long, if his eyes had not finally closed for the final time that night.

His breathing evened out, and the low-burning flame of the candle finally flickered and submitted to darkness.

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The clattering of forks and knives and the clinking of plates did nothing to alleviate the slightly awkward air that permeated the dining room and ensnared its occupants the next morning. All except for one, Zoro noticed, because Robin absolutely delighted in the awkward and uncomfortable.

Three of them knew, and the others did not, but none of the three could hide the two empty chairs that sat to Zoro's left.

Zoro took a bite of eggs from his fork and hoped that the problem would just go away and that nobody would comment on it, but those hopes were quickly dashed when across from him, Usopp took a deep breath.

"Did something happen with Luffy and Nami?" he asked, in a moment of rare bravery, only to shrink at a glare directed at him from Zoro, as he ruined the swordsman's hope that it would just be buried so they could move on.

The kitchen and dining room came to a standstill, and silence reigned. Zoro looked to Robin and she merely smiled at him, amused and happy to let him handle the awkwardness of the situation with no support.

Damned woman.

"They just, um, seem a bit closer is all. And they're both not here…" the sniper continued pitifully.

Zoro sighed, and reached out to grab his beer, thinking that there wasn't enough beer in the world for this morning. Rarely did he ever drink in the morning, but given recent events, he felt it was necessary to maintain his sanity. He took a long pull before setting his mug back down on the table.

"They're together," he said simply, as if that would settle the matter. And he hoped inside that it would.

"Thought so," Franky said. "Explains that kiss during the party last night."

"Eh!" Chopper exclaimed, "They kissed?"

"Yohoho!" Brook laughed. "No wonder last night felt particularly soulful."

"Shut up!" Sanji roared, before transitioning into a sobbing mess, muttering something about Luffy and "the luck of the devil".

Jinbe roared with laughter as Franky and Chopper high-fived, and Usopp mentioned how he was always certain there was something there, which was drowned out by Brook playing an upbeat tune which he dedicated to "lovers around the world".

Sanji sighed wistfully, having recovered and processed the news with relative ease, not much of a surprise to the crew, as they all knew that while he doted on the ladies of the crew quite heavily, his "love" for them was no more special than friendship, as he was a man of all the ladies of the world.

"Well," he said, "I'll have to teach Luffy the proper way to treat a lady, now."

"No, you won't," Zoro said, calmly.

"What do you mean, 'you won't', stupid moss-head, of course I will. What if he does something stupid and hurts her?"

"I meant you won't," Zoro said authoritatively.

"Look here-"

"Think carefully about what you're going to say," Zoro warned. "Because you could be perilously close to suggesting that you or anyone could love her more, or that he would purposefully hurt her, or that she can't make proper, important decisions on her own and that she wouldn't have considered the fact that he's him."

Sanji's retort died in his throat, and Zoro continued. "He will do something stupid. He's Luffy. He will also hurt her. And she will hurt him. We let them, and we let them learn and grow, and grow together. We don't interfere unless they come to us."

Silence overtook the room as they considered what had just been said. Zoro stuck a fork in his breakfast, scrambled eggs with a variety of seasonings, and brought it to his mouth, intent on leaving the argument behind. "Tastes like shit."

Sanji sighed and lit cigarette retrieved from his coat and took a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the kitchen, before nodding tersely, dropping an argument he wasn't going to win. "That's because you're eating undercooked fish eggs, which I laced with poison after having mixed in razor blades."

Zoro cracked a smile and everybody else grinned, the small buildup of tension having drained out of the room, and Zoro turned away from the cook.

"Wow, that was actually pretty smart, Zoro," Chopper said.

"Yeah, who knew you were capable of that?" Usopp agreed.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Zoro snarled, sending a harsh glare towards the pair, causing them to squeal in terror. "Blasted woman. Couldn't hide this thing for more than a day despite being a sneak thief."

"What did you say about Nami-swan?" Sanji yelled, whirling on Zoro.

"Just that somebody should go check on her," Robin interjected merrily. "I'll go. And you should go check on Luffy," she added, turning to Zoro.

"Why?" he asked, having already noticed with his Observation where they were. "They're both-"

His face twisted in pain and a curse fell from his lips at a sharp jab to his shin, the offender clearly being the woman smiling widely at him from across the table.

"So that they don't miss breakfast, of course." She stood from her seat and gave him a look that left him no room to argue with her demand.

"Fine," he grumbled, muttering to himself as he rose from his chair and made to follow Robin, ignoring Sanji's declaration of love for the woman in front of him, and the cries that she'd be missed while she was away.

"You already know where they both are," he said a minute later as the door to the hallway leading to Luffy's room closed behind them.

"I do," she said merrily, wrapping her arms around his right arm and leaning into him. "It's just more fun this way."

"They're asleep."

"I know."

He rolled his eyes at her overt interest in the pair, plodding silently along with her until they reached Luffy's door. Zoro raised his hand to knock but was stopped when Robin grabbed his wrist and shook her head.

A horrified look crossed his features when she reached out and grabbed the door knob, gently turning it so as to not make any noise. He shook his head at her, and she smiled sweetly back.

And then the door was open, and he felt himself being dragged inside.

"How cute," he heard her whisper, but his eyes had remained tightly closed since the moment he noticed her stubbornly opening the door. A poke in his side was his reward for his disinterest, and another poke was his punishment for refusal. Finally, after a third poke, he opened his eyes slowly and was unable to stop a grin from etching itself on his face.

Nami lay almost fully on top of Luffy, with her left hand entangled in his right and her left leg thrown over his legs beneath the covers. She shivered suddenly and tucked her face further under Luffy's chin, and endeavor aided as the arm around her back pulled her closer to him.

Robin disentangled herself from Zoro and creeped forward, grabbing the hem of the covers that lay across their waists and gently pulled them up to the top of Nami's shoulder.

As Robin stepped back, Luffy briefly opened his eyes and peered tiredly at the pair of them. He began to move, but a disembodied arm rose from the bed and placed itself on his exposed right shoulder, pressuring him to lay still.

"Go back to sleep, Captain." Robin whispered from a pair of lips that sprang from the pillow his head rested on, right next to his ear. Luffy nodded blearily and turned his head, placing his nose against the top of Nami's head and slipped back to sleep.

As the devil fruit arm and lips popped out of existence, Robin turned and walked to inspect the nightstand next to the bed, atop which rested Luffy's hat.

"Do you think they used protection?" Zoro whispered.

Robin turned to him and smiled slyly, "You sound like you don't want a new crew mate in nine months."

"A pirate ship isn't a place for a kid," Zoro said, blanching.

Robin brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a giggle at his reaction before reaching down and grabbing a bottle off the top of the nightstand, partly obscured behind a large red petal belonging to the flower Nami had been wearing in her hair the night before. "No worries, I already took care of it."

Zoro nodded gratefully at her, a weight off of his shoulders knowing there wouldn't be any surprises for a long while coming from this turn of events. He watched as she lowered the bottle back to the polished wood of the end table and picked up a small piece of paper that lay next to where the bottle had originally rested, hidden between it, the flower, and the hat.

He cocked his head as she unfolded the small square and smiled, before turning and holding it out to him.

He scowled slightly, because it wasn't his business and he didn't care, but took it anyway to satisfy her. Troublesome woman.

The swordsman glanced down at the paper and smiled at the tight scrawl in the center of the page.

Thank you for loving my son.

Wordlessly he held the paper back out to Robin and tilted his head towards the door. She took the slip from him and placed it exactly where she got it, and followed him out the door, closing it with a soft click.

"So his appearance wasn't a random occurrence, then."

"No, it wasn't. He's always desperately wanted to meet Luffy, but didn't want to involve himself with him until such a time that Luffy was strong enough to be able to withstand the increased scrutiny that would occur with knowledge of their relationship. As an Emperor, nobody can threaten Luffy because of his affiliation with Dragon, and he's able to handle himself."

"And Nami?"

Robin smiled. "He had his suspicions after he asked me for a brief history of the crew, but refused to jump to conclusions and refused more detailed discussions until such a time he could meet all of us together. He wanted to hear everything straight from all of us, despite probably knowing everything about us already," she said, wrapping her arms around his as she had when they first made their way to Luffy's room. "He did have, however, special interest in meeting Nami, for reasons that are obvious…and yourself."

Zoro turned to her in surprise. "Me?"

"Yes, you." Robin confirmed. "Is it really so odd that he'd want to meet his son's best friend, first mate, and the right hand to the future Pirate King?"

Zoro shrugged and continued along with Robin in silence, reflecting on the appearance of the most infamous man in the world. He's certainly an enigma, just like his son, Zoro thought.

His thoughts then turned to Luffy and all of the ridiculous things the rubber-brained fool of a captain had put them through and had the distinct impression that the apple probably didn't fall too far from the tree as far as crazy was concerned, or trees if you included his psycho grandfather. But despite it all, Zoro found himself thinking for the second time in the span of a few days that there really wasn't a place that he'd rather be than on this ship with a captain and friend as nuts as Luffy.

He stopped walking for a moment and turned his head over his shoulder to look back at the wooden wall of the room back in the distance, drawing a curious glance from the woman at his side. She said something to him, he assumed it was her calling out his name in question, but it was lost to him, as if she had whispered it to him from across the deck of the Sunny.

He regarded the dark brown wood in the dimly lit hallway briefly, before turning away and continuing to walk forward, pulling his beau along with him, a wide grin stretching across his face.

It's about fucking time.

THE END

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Well, that's it. The end.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed the story, and favorited and followed it, and so on. I appreciate all of the enthusiasm you've shown for this story, I really didn't think it would garner as much attention as it has. Pretty cool, honestly. I had worked on this story for over a year (it was all finished before I posted the first chapter), and maybe had the idea of it bouncing around even longer, so it's kind of cool for me to see it come full circle. And all the notifications that I've gotten from reviews and favs/follows only add to that feeling and make the 137 total pages and 62,882 words (not counting the chapter number at the top, the recap that appears in two of the chapters, or the added words in the author's notes...subtract two if you don't want to count 'the end'...) that much more rewarding. I genuinely appreciate it.

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