"Look at you," Nami says, the words reverential in their glee, "I haven't even touched you and you're soaked for me."
"Just- shut up, okay," Tashigi hisses, her cheeks cherry red. "It's not my fault I'm sensitive."
"Sensitive to me talking about cleaning you out?" Nami asks, taking a predatory step forward and watching Tashigi swallow, the bob of her throat giving away her nerves. "Sensitive to me talking about how much I wanna fuck you on my fingers, till you're gasping? Sensitive to me wanting to kiss you open and get you caught by your stupid boss, fucking on some marine documents?" Tashigi's breathless noise makes Nami grin. "Baby, you shoulda just said."
"And tell you any weakness?" Tashigi hisses, and Nami takes another step forward, now close enough to feel Tashigi's quick breaths against her cheek.
"I guess I do like figuring them out, better," Nami says musingly, and lets her hand rest on Tashigi's hip. Almost immediately, Tashigi presses her hand on top, and Nami has to resist the urge to pull her hand away, the bright flash of danger a neon sign in her head.
But this is Strawhat territory, and everyone knows not to fuck with the pirate king's crew.
Nami lets her fingers press against Tashigi's hip, tantalising touches of pressure that draw more little noises from Tashigi. It's a wonderful thing, to tease such a responsive marine, and she lets her hand skim down Tashigi's thigh, hearing Tashigi's high gasp.
"Should we get you out of those wet things?" Nami says with a grin.
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