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His lips grazed the bottom of her ear causing Nami to giggle before turning her head quickly to catch his mouth with her own. Now, he moaned against her lips as her tongue dashed out in search of his. His strong arms were holding her and it felt so good. Nami moaned insistently begging for more contact. There was an ache between her legs that absolutely, without a doubt, needed Zoro. Her body was flush all over and her skin was screaming to be touched! The words, "I need you. I want you," replayed themselves over and over in her mind.
It was late, well past midnight, but neither Nami nor Zoro felt like sleeping at this particular moment. Zoro's hand had been cupped behind her neck, and when that large hand moved down to her shoulder, Nami saw her chance! Quickly as a cat, Nami arched her back so that Zoro's hand landed not on her shoulder at all but on her breast. Yes! Nami moaned again loving the way his rough palm felt as it brushed her nipple over the flimsy material of her nightshirt. But as quickly as the contact began, it stopped as Zoro pulled away from her and broke the kiss.
The expression on his face was unreadable as his eye wandered not over her face but over her hair. For some reason, Nami got the distinct impression that she had done something wrong. But Zoro wasn't pulling away from her completely. Indeed, the hand that had just be on her breast was now running through the waves of her hair. When he had reached the bottom, he twisted the end on one long orange lock around his finger and let out a breath he must have been holding. "It's late," he said. "We should probably get some rest."
That was not what Nami wanted to hear at all. Instead, she pouted playfully and said, "But I'm not tired. I'd much rather stay up and enjoy your company." There was no way he could miss the suggestive tone in her melodic voice.
But Zoro was resolute and immoveable as steel. Things had gone too far and he didn't want to risk ruining everything. "You know that Cook is going to be on my ass if I don't make sure you get a proper night's rest. And Chopper will never stop pestering you if you look exhausted."
With a sigh, Nami accepted these truths, but wondered if there was something more. "Did I do something?" she asked softly.
"No," Zoro said and to emphasize the point he placed a light, brief kiss on her lips, "You didn't do anything. But I will be doing something wrong if I don't take good care of you."
There were a few ways Zoro could take care of her that night if Nami had anything to say about it! But she understood that even if they stayed awake now, Zoro was not going to take part in anything more tonight. Giving an exaggerated sigh, Nami turned over so that her back was to the swordsman and said, "Fine."
Zoro spent a moment smirking at her back before he moved close to her and snaked an arm around her waist. His lips were by her ear and his breath was hot on her neck. "You forgot to say goodnight," he whispered so that his words fell against the ticklish area of her neck behind her ear. She tried to bring her shoulder up protectively, but he kept on whispering and kissing where it tickled most! To double the effect, his hand had found just the spot on her side under her rib cage that made her squirm.
She tried to contain it for as long as she could, but fairly soon she burst out with a loud laugh and practically cried out, "Alright! Alright! Good Night Zoro!"
"Hmm?" he said relentless in his tortures.
Nami rolled back to look at him and said, "I said good night." Then she placed a kiss on his lips.
Smirking, he responded, "That's better."
As she shook her head, Nami nuzzled her way against his chest. Even if they hadn't moved much father, their nights spent holding and kissing each other were incredible.
By the end of the sixth month, Nami had really started to feel the pregnancy. The first few months hadn't been too difficult pregnancy-wise. There was the exhaustion and nausea, but the baby himself was too small to notice. The next couple of months were thrilling because she was growing and starting to show. Everything seemed new and exciting! But now, six months in, Nami was really getting tired of this same old show. Every day her back hurt just a little more, she slowly had watched her feet disappear from view, she bounced back and forth between emotions all day long, and she had to face the startling realization that she still had three months left to go.
Nami pouted as she sat in the kitchen next to Sanji. These days when she wasn't navigating or relaxing with Robin she came here to hang out with Sanji. Zoro had intensified his training as of late so she saw little of him except for meals and nighttime, and the other boys were a bit wary of her presence, as she'd had a very short fuse lately. Luffy would sometimes come up to bother her like usual, but he wasn't usually the type to be afraid of someone's temper- that is if he even noticed when others were temperamental.
"What's wrong, Nami-san?" the cook asked from over the vegetables he was chopping.
Nami sighed. "Nine months is such a long time!"
This sent Sanji laughing. "You're thinking of it the wrong way. Think about it as a split of six and three. You're two thirds done!"
With an angry grimace, Nami retorted, "You carry a baby for nine months and we'll see how happy you are after two thirds of the way!" Though she tried not to let her moodiness get the better of her, it often still did.
"Nami-swan," the cook joked, "certainly you must know that men do not carry babies because they wouldn't last one month let alone nine!"
His light humor restored her good spirits. "I just wish there was a way to get it over with sooner. Or to just sleep until it's over. Every day I go from hungry, to tired, to angry, to happy, to annoyed, to sad, to jubilant, to hor..." Nami trailed off and blushed. She hadn't talked about that one with anyone even Zoro.
"To what, Nami-san?" Sanji asked without looking around trying to think of what she might have been about to say. Horrible? Hormonal? Horrified?
Oh hang it! She needed to get it out. Everything was great between she and Zoro except they were moving so slowly! Usually, she would have been fine with this, but by six months of pregnancy, the hormones were running their course and she couldn't stop thinking about touching Zoro in other ways. But she really had no idea how to start this since everything had always begun so hesitantly between then. With a great heaving breath to steal her nerves, Nami burst out, "Horny! My body is a melting pot of hormones and they are driving me absolutely insane!"
The knife Sanji had been holding clattered to the floor and his jaw was hanging open. Did that really happen to pregnant women? And Nami had just said... He was beginning to feel a little light headed so he grabbed his knife and tried to direct his thoughts to a safer direction- something that didn't make his mind wander... "Well you should have no problem with that considering you have Marimo-head at your beck and call."
Nami swatted the cook and scolded playfully, "Be nice!" Then in a more serious tone she continued. "But in all seriousness, no, we haven't been taking care of that need. We've done nothing more than kiss. The more we kiss the more I want that. And the need of it all is making me crazy!"
At this point Sanji had no idea what to do or say. A good large part of him wanted to tell her to forget the swordsman and then take her to his bed right now. But he knew she was really asking him how to get the marimo to bed. Was Sanji really going to give her advice on how to get the swordsman to sleep with her? No! He wasn't! He was happy that that slimy swordsman didn't put his paws all over Nami. So he wouldn't give her any help on getting him to bed. "Are you sure you're ready for that?" Sanji asked gently.
Nodding, Nami answered, "Yes. It's been six months. I'm feeling much better in general. I don't shudder anymore when people touch me. I have someone I care about deeply. And more than that, this body has needs and desires that I just can't keep up with!" She had her arms crossed over her belly and was chewing her lower lip. "I really want to move forward, but I have no idea what to do." Then she turned her wide amber eyes to fix Sanji with a pleading look and he knew she was asking for help.
He shook his head and sighed, but said, "What have you tried?"
"Well," Nami tapped her chin as she thought, "Well we kiss a lot, but every time I try to touch him, he pulls my hands away."
"Yeah, that makes sense judging by the history," Sanji said thinking of how they could get past it.
"I don't care about the history anymore! I want the present! I don't want to be the sort of person who's so stuck in their past they miss the here and now!" Nami had flung her hands up exasperatedly and Sanji caught them and returned them to her sides.
Releasing her wrists, he put his hands on her shoulders, "Have you told him that?" The woman in front of him shook her head. Sanji closed his eyes before he got the nerve to spoke. It was going to cost him a lot to admit to the next sentence, but as her friend, he had promised her he'd be honest. "He's only holding out because he's scared to hurt you or push you too far."
"Are you sure?" Nami asked, the doubt evident on her face, "What if he just doesn't think about doing that with me?"
He heaved another sigh and shut his eyes before opening them and admitting another painful statement, "Trust me Nami, he wants it. I've seen the way he looks at you."
Looking up at him with a renewed happiness in her eyes, she said, "Really?"
Sanji nodded. "Yes. You need to show him that you are ready, then he won't hesitate."
"Thanks Sanji!" Nami said wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're the best."
Sanji returned her hug knowing he had just sent her straight into Zoro's arms-no bed. He could have easily played on her insecurities and made her think Zoro didn't really want her like that, but he knew how badly that would hurt Nami. More than anything he wanted for Nami to be happy, even if it meant she'd be joined with the swordsman that night while he was sleeping alone. He could feel the constriction in his chest when he say, "Anything for you, doll."
That night, Nami made sure to pull Zoro with her when she was heading to her room for the night. Usually she would go first and he would follow about half an hour later- it gave Nami the time and privacy to get ready for the night. But tonight she wanted neither time nor privacy; she wanted Zoro. The swordsman never seemed to mind changing in front of Nami and would easily switch from his day clothes to his pajamas without so much as telling her to look away. If he noticed the break from their usual pattern or thought anything of it, he didn't say.
After she pulled her pajamas out of the drawer, she laid them on her bed and blushed. She was ready for him- of that she was certain- but she still didn't know where to begin. Her last tumble had been not of her own will and often her body had been doing things she usually wouldn't make it do. It was different starting things on her own and she wasn't quite sure how to begin.
Zoro noticed her hesitation and suddenly said, "Sorry. I usually give you more time. I'll just wait in the sitting room."
As he turned to leave, Nami spoke up surprising him when she said, "No." Zoro turned and fixed her with his green eye. "Don't go," Nami said in a softer voice. "It's fine really. Besides, people will wonder if you always leave when I change." It was a poor excuse at best, but true. Robin was quite perceptive and might get suspicious if the swordsman left.
Stealing her nerves, she gripped the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head exposing not only her belly this time but her breasts that were practically spilling forth from her bra since they had grown just a little too large for her current size bra weeks ago. She hadn't even given Zoro time to turn around and not look. Somehow she knew once he caught sight of her, he wouldn't be able to look away. "See, it's not so hard to do."
Zoro swallowed trying not to say anything to frighten her, but his eye took in every curve of her round figure greedily. Unconsciously he licked his lips making Nami feel encouraged.
Usually when Nami changed, she would completely change her top and then change her bottoms, but she could feel Zoro watching her and it made her feel a little bold. Instead of replacing her discarded shirt with her pajama shirt, she pulled her shorts off so she was standing in just her undergarments.
This time, she easily heard the sharp intake of breath that came from Zoro's lips. The rounded fullness of her figure had left Nami feeling strangely confident with herself these days, but under Zoro's look she began to feel something else. First she began to feel excited and actually attractive. Then she started to wonder whether she should remove her bra before putting her pajama shirt on or after and she started to feel naughty.
The wave of shame that hit her was instantaneous and she turned from him and hid herself. What was she doing? How could she act like this? How could she be so brazen? Those feeling- the taint, the filth- began to rush back to her consuming her in their darkness and suddenly, she could feel tears pricking at her eyes. As her feelings threatened to overwhelm her, two strong arms encircled her shoulders and held her tightly.
"Don't give into it Nami," came Zoro's steady voice in her ear, "Whatever you're feeling, don't give in. It's okay to like the way your body looks and to enjoy it. It's even okay to flaunt it if you want. What happened wasn't your fault. It was the work of a sick man." Nami continued to hide her face with her hands, but she was glad of the strength Zoro was providing her with. And she thought she was ready! She wanted to be ready. She was ready. What she needed was to erase these disgusting feelings around her; this corrupted past needed to be replaced by something meaningful.
He continued to whisper in her ear, his voice breaking slightly as it took on new emotion, "I hate that you feel like this Nami," as he spoke he rested his forehead against the back of her head. "I'm sorry that you were taken like that. I'm sorry for what I did. You deserve so much more! You deserve to be cherished by a man that you love and who you want. When he looks at you, it should make you feel happy. And when he touches you, you should know he would never hurt you. Nami, you deserve to be loved. What happened to you... don't let it make you feel like you can't enjoy those feelings. It will take time, but it will get easier."
Nami turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his waist while her tear stained cheeks pressed into his chest. One of Zoro's hands moved up to softly brush through her hair. He spoke again this time in a voice so low Nami doubted whether she actually heard it. "I wish you could see what I see when I look at you, because I don't see anything to be ashamed of. I see a strong, beautiful woman who is fiercely fighting the poison of that night. You've been doing so well Nami, don't fall now because for a moment you allowed yourself to be sexual. That book you have says it's quite normal in your current state."
Nami looked up at him now, the ghost of a smile showing through her tears. "You've read my pregnancy book?" she asked amused and astounded. She didn't think too many guys would be interested in that sort of thing.
Nodding Zoro looked at her seriously, "I swore I would protect you- both of you. If that means I need to know what to expect, then so be it."
At that Nami actually smiled and hid her head in Zoro's chest. She wasn't feeling nearly as miserable as she had been moments ago and Nami wondered whether her outburst might have to do with the hormones and mood-swings that the book talked about as well. Part of her problem right now, was balancing her sudden interest in being sexual with the feeling of shame those desires brought.
Feeling slightly helpless, Nami looked up at Zoro. "It's you, Zoro. You know that right? The man I want. When you look at me, I feel happy. And when you touch me, I feel protected. That man you described is you. I want to do this with you Zoro, but I need you to show me how. That night, my perception was altered and the bad memories keep coming back. But you can keep them away. You can make new memories, nice memories. When I'm with you I want you to look at me and touch me." Her voice trailed off as she tried to figure out what to say next. She had just been hiding in shame and yet she still planned to ask what she set out that evening to ask.
Zoro was watching her too intently to let that shame take over her now. In defiance of those feelings, Nami lifted her chin and asked, "Zoro, will you touch me?"
There was such openness and trust in her eyes that Zoro found he was nodding yes. She needed this from him and he understood that. His hand moved to her cheek and he said, "The second you are uncomfortable, say stop and I will stop."
"I know," Nami said with a smile. Despite the small anxieties that threatened to sneak up on her, she trusted him wholly. With that, the two pirates moved to the bed, Zoro getting in first and then pulling Nami under the covers with him.
Zoro started with easy touches and he leaned into her and whispered, "Lay on your side. Don't think, just feel. Don't stop yourself from enjoying it." His hand traced over her abdomen and up over her hips to her back.
Once his hands reached her back they massaging the muscles that had started to ache on a regular basis. The massage felt so good, and Nami melted into the contact. His hands were strong and yet gentle with her at the same time. The more he touched her, the more her back muscles relaxed- it wasn't easy carrying around the extra weight of a growing child, and the sweet relief of his massage made Nami moan.
After realizing she made the noise, Nami blushed and tried to hide her face, but Zoro stopped her. "Blush if you want, but don't hide. There is nothing to be ashamed of." Nami nodded and fought the instinct to shield herself. Zoro's hands moved up to her shoulders helping her to relax further and as he rubbed her sore muscles, his mouth descended to place gentle kisses on her shoulders and back. Those strong hands worked their way down her arms working the tension out of her muscles as they went while his mouth appreciated every inch of her exposed skin. It felt really good. Even though she had been feeling better emotionally lately, her body had really begun to suffer the physical side effects of being pregnant. Nami realized that the further along her pregnancy went, the more often she was going to have to ask Zoro to do this.
When he finished with her arms, he moved down to her legs kneading the muscles there and running his hands up and down over her legs. He massaged a good few moments before pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee and working his way down. By the time his hands had moved on to her feet, Nami felt so relaxed that she didn't think she'd be able to get up anytime soon. It tickled a little as his hands worked her feet, but she noted that he stayed away from her heels and the back of her arches- he really had been reading that pregnancy book when she wasn't looking! Massaging the heel and back of the foot was often linked to contractions. As Nami let her eyes close in pleasure, she thought about how he really was protecting her in everything he did. She had never felt safer than she did that moment with him.
Once he had massaged her entire body, his hand began tracing lightly over her skin stimulating her nerves in a different but just as likeable way. His massage had left her feeling so boneless that she couldn't even think about feeling ashamed. She was instead feeling cherished and sensual. "Zoro," she whispered and was surprised at the husky quality of her own voice.
Hearing his name fall from her lips sounding so alluring, Zoro had to take a deep breath to calm his nerves. She was relaxed in his arms and that knowledge made him happy. He laid down behind her placing several kisses to the sensitive area where Nami's neck met her shoulders. Ever since that night Zoro had been afraid that any intimate contact between them might cause her fear and pain. But even through what had happened, she trusted him. And that made him want to protect her all the more. By this point he could no longer deny the wealth of feelings inside of him directed at the woman in his arms. He had no idea if he was trying to validate that experience from months ago or if this was simply a feeling every man had when seeing a woman carry his child, but Zoro wanted desperately to be inside of her, and to know the feeling of being sheathed in her warm wet core. He wanted her to want him inside of her filling her. He wanted to hear her say his name in the midst of passion while he made her feel the like most beautiful woman in the world. But these things he could not ask of her, not after what had happened. It was more than he had expected to be able to touch her like this. And though the feeling of her skin under his hands and the sound of his name on her lips made desire course through him, he would not press her.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest careful to keep his hips away from her least she'd be able to guess the thoughts going through him. "I'm right here, Nami," he whispered back to her.
"Zoro, I want..." her voice trailed off and her face grew red. This time she did not hide, but she didn't know how to ask for what she wanted-what she needed. But there was a burning drive in her core and she needed some sort of release. These hormones were driving her crazy and she was finally relaxed enough to want a touch that was more intimate. But how did she make Zoro understand? The massage was amazing but she wanted more. She needed something from him that the deepest parts of her brain- the ones that ceased to think and existed only in a realm of instinct- knew that Zoro was the only one who could provide that for her.
Zoro was a little surprised at the need in her voice and he realized the pregnancy hormones were stronger than he had expected. Did she want something more from him tonight? Should he give it to her if she asked? Would she regret it in the morning? Uncertain how to move further without scaring her, Zoro tightened his arms around her and whispered, "Anything you want, Nami. Tell me what it is."
"I..." she had no idea how to ask for what she wanted, but her hips rocked involuntarily clearly stating her need.
With a deep breath, Zoro tried to decide if what she wanted was really what she could handle. But in the end he was powerless to resist her pleas. He slowly moved his hand to her leg and let it run to her inner thigh. He moved carefully up to rest his hand at the junction of her legs over her panties and asked, "You need me to touch you here?"
Nami nodded insistently and this time seemingly with no shame whatsoever. Her need had finally overcome those negative feelings and Zoro could only hope that whatever pleasures she experienced would be enough to keep those feelings at bay.
Moving his fingers in light circles over her panties, Zoro was a little surprised to find them damp with her excitement. She really did want this and needed a release. As his fingers danced over the thin fabric, he whispered in her ear again, "Anytime you want or need me to stop, just say it. I want to make you feel good. If it doesn't feel good, we can stop."
When Nami nodded that she understood, Zoro slipped his hand inside her panties. He waited for her protests, but they didn't come. Her sensitive area was even wetter than he expected and his fingers slipped easily over the delicate skin. First, he traced his hand over her sex, marveling at the feeling of her beneath his fingertips. Then- since he didn't want to move further than she could handle- he asked Nami, "Do you want more?"
She nodded yes, and Zoro parted her folds and slipped one finger in between and located her sensitive nub. As he rubbed circles there and noticed that Nami's hips rocked against his fingers. Zoro guided his other arm under her body so he could easily reach her front; Nami shifted as his arm slid under her to better allow him to touch her.
With one hand still massaging her clit, Zoro's other hand wrapped around Nami and kneaded her full breasts. Her swollen mounds more than filled up Zoro's large hands and he enjoyed the heavy feeling of her warm flesh against his hands. Suddenly, the fabric of her bra started slipping off and he realized that Nami had reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Taking her cue, Zoro pulled the material away from her body and marveled at the way her body had changed. They had all caught glimpses of Nami in the past, but now her breast were much fuller and the nipples were bigger and a slightly darker shade of pink. There was something exceedingly feminine about her form and he felt his groin twitch at the sight of her.
His hand had barely touched her breasts and Nami arched her back and leaned against his shoulder. Due to the pregnancy her breasts and nipples were hypersensitive, just moving his fingers over her hardened nipples caused her to moan and bite her lip. Zoro continued to tease her nipples while his other hand worked the sensitive area between her legs.
Nami was pushing into his hands enjoying the feeling of him on her intimate places. There was an amazing pressure building up inside of her and she felt like she was about to explode! Zoro must have sensed this because his fingers started working even faster. Suddenly, her body was shaking and her breath was coming out in a ragged shriek. "Zoro!" she called out.
He was right there by her ear whispering, "It's okay, Nami. Just let go."
And she did. The most glorious sensation spread through her as everything got really tight and then suddenly released. By the time it was done, Nami was panting heavily and gasping for breath. Zoro's hands had stilled, though he continued to hold her. In his arms, she felt secure and the feelings she just experienced made sense. It had felt good and with him holding her she didn't feel anything to be ashamed of.
Zoro held onto the amazing woman in his arms as he watched her release. She was a beautiful woman anyhow, but seeing her in the throws of passion was an incredible experience. It made him want her all the more, but after everything that had happened he couldn't be sure that Nami would want to be thought of like that. What had just happened was an answer to her hormones- a release from the pressures building up inside her. He recognized that the pregnancy hormones made this essential for her. And even if he was helping her relax and enjoy herself, it didn't mean that he could join in her release. He refused to take advantage of her condition. He'd fix his own problems with a cold shower in the morning. Right now, she trusted him and felt secure. She didn't need to worry about Zoro wanting to jump her every time she tried to sleep. With that in mind, he resolved to help her satisfy her needs without selfishly satisfying his own.
But Nami was oblivious to the struggle going on inside of Zoro's head. She was simply feeling too good right now to focus on anything but the delicious feeling of Zoro's skin covering hers. Wanting to feel more, Nami turned around to face him so that her breasts and abdomen came into contact with Zoro's bare chest. After all the pleasant sensations she experienced that evening she wasn't expecting another one, but snuggling against Zoro's half naked body was even better. She had thought that being naked- being exposed- would make her feel vulnerable; but lying like this with Zoro after letting him see her at her most open, Nami felt even safer and more secure than usual. She realized that Zoro was the one she could let go around and that she was going to have to demand more similar activities from him in the future.
Still existing in the realm where instinct outweighed reason, Nami leaned up and planted a soft kiss on Zoro's lips. "Thank you," she whispered as she laid back down and snuggled into his chest. Her eyes closed and there was a smile on her lips, her previously pick pajamas lie forgotten on the floor.
It was at that moment that Zoro realized that she was not going to bother putting any clothing on and instead she was going to lie mostly naked against him the whole night. After resolving to only touch her to satisfy her needs, this was going to be quite a challenge! There was something about holding this woman in his arms and he felt powerless to stop the emotional onslaught that assaulted him. Still, he could enjoy this shared closeness of their bodies even if he refused to take his pleasure from her. Brushing her long orange hair back from her face, Zoro placed a light kiss on top of her head. "Good night, Nami," he whispered as sleep overtook him.
Zoro woke first the next morning to find a mostly naked Nami still snuggled up close against his bare chest. Slightly panicked, Zoro wondered how Nami would react to waking up in this state. Certainly it had been favorable enough for her last night, but how would it look to her in the crisp light of morning when she wasn't overwrought with arousal?
He didn't have too long to wonder as Nami began to stir and make small noises in her sleep. "Zoro," she called in a sleepy voice with her eyes still closed. "Don't wanna get up yet."
Laughing, he looked down at the woman in his arms, her orange hair was sprawled all over the pillow. She had rolled onto her back and her full breasts were pointing up at Zoro. This woman was the living embodiment of temptation, but he restrained himself. "Nami," said gently, "It's almost time for breakfast."
She was slightly more awake now, but still had her eyes closed as she said, "Don't think that just because I'm pregnant you can get me up with the promise of food!"
"Let's see," Zoro pretended to think, "You always seem to wake me up with a whack on the head. Should I try that?"
Nami laughed, "You wouldn't dare!" And then after a minute she added, "If you really want to wake me up, you can touch me again."
Wide-eyed, Zoro looked down at her; she had only just asked him to touch her last night, and already she wanted more? Did pregnancy really make women that insatiable?
"Here," Zoro said as he began to rub the back of her shoulder with his hand, but Nami was not to be deterred.
"No, not there!" the pregnant woman demanded and she had grabbed his hand. "Here," she said as she pulled his hand down between her legs and straight into her underpants. Then she gave a little sigh as if the contact had done just the trick. Her hips began rocking against his hand immediately and Zoro couldn't stop the smirk spreading on his face.
"Eager today?" Zoro asked amused at the demands of the woman.
"Mmm..." Nami replied as she started rubbing her hands on Zoro's chest.
Trying to ignore just how good it felt for her hands to cross over his chest, Zoro continued the work his fingers were doing. Soon Nami shifted her hips so that Zoro's finger was poised ready to slip inside. It was a pretty big hint and Zoro looked into her eyes, "Are you sure?" he asked.
Nami opened her eyes to look at Zoro and nodded. "Please, Zoro. I want more."
"Okay," he whispered as slipped a finger inside of her. It was warm and wet in there and the feeling around his finger was hard to bear. It immediately caused his manhood to stiffen almost painfully. As he moved his finger inside of her, Nami's hands lowered to his abdomen.
Her hips rocked against him and she demanded, "More!"
Not one to disappoint, Zoro slipped second finger inside of her.
Nami moaned happily feeling Zoro's fingers moving inside her. Now her hips really rocked against him and her hands continued their descent. Suddenly, those hands were grazing Zoro's hard member over his pants. He had to remind himself that he was doing this for her, and not for himself as he pulled his hips away and caught both her wrists with his free hand. She didn't need to be burdened by what her body did to him.
Bringing her arms back up, Zoro dipped his head down to one of Nami's pert nipples and traced a circle around it with his tongue. Nami gave a delicious sounding cry as she gasped at the sensation of his tongue on her newly sensitized nipples. After just a few moments of laving her breasts, Nami's muscles clenched around Zoro's fingers and she screamed her release. With his fingers still inside of her, Zoro kissed her lips passionately. Then he kissed her forehead and said, "better get dressed now." Nodding and struggling to return her breathing to normal, Nami agreed.
They both got up and dressed for the morning silently each lost to their own thoughts. Throughout that day, Zoro noticed that Nami's steps had more bounce than usual. He also couldn't help but notice the dirty looks the cook had been giving him all day. At some point, he must have done something to offend the other man. Oh well. He couldn't be bothered to figure out what.
That night, Nami was very excited to go to bed even though Zoro was still up in the crow's nest training with Brook. But she was feeling tired so she grabbed a shower and then headed back into her room.
It was strange to enjoy feeling sexual after she had felt so dirty after the incident, but she knew that what had happened between she and Zoro the night before wasn't dirty at all. Suppressing a yawn, Nami started pulling off her clothing. Before she could put a pair of pajamas on, Nami caught sight of herself in the mirror. Filled with a child, her figure really was something! She liked the way her abdomen rounded out and sloped slowly up to her breasts. After staring for a moment, Nami reached back and unhooked her bra watching as her large breasts sprang free from the fabric.
Nami lifted her hands to feel her breasts and felt their new heavier weight. They were quite sensitive and just having her hands tough them lightly, sent a feeling of desire coursing through her. She hoped Zoro would get there soon.
Now clad in nothing but her panties, Nami continued to examine this new figure. Slowly, almost afraid of the action, Nami pulled her panties off and kicked them to the side. She was standing completely nude in all her pregnant glory when Zoro finally walked into the room. She had been hidden by the wardrobe when he walked in so it wasn't until he had stepped fully into the room that he noticed Nami was completely naked.
Zoro froze in the middle of the floor and watched as Nami suppressed a giggle and then walked across the floor to meet him. There was a sly look in her amber eyes as she approached him and Zoro felt his manhood already standing fully erect.
"You can't sleep in that," Nami said pulling his shirt off over his head before kissing him full on the mouth in a heated display of her yearning. When he felt her hands running along the top of his trousers, Zoro took off his boots to stop Nami from removing his pants- that would just be too risky. Already the feeling of her breasts lightly touching his chest was too much for him. Even though Nami had gotten heavier, Zoro easily lifted her bridal style and carried her over to the bed.
"I suppose you want me to touch you again?" Zoro asked his deep voice shaking with an amused laugh.
Nami didn't say anything, but her smile clearly stated: good, you get it. Zoro began teasing her sex with her fingers again while Nami tried to touch Zoro. But having the naked woman touching him only made him want her more, so he resolved not to let her touch him. Instead he positioned himself between her legs and let his tongue move over her sensitive areas while his fingers swirled inside her. That drove Nami wild and she came quickly.
Figuring the woman was spent, Zoro climbed back up to snuggle her. So it was a shock when she rolled over in his arms and rubbed his hard member through his pants. Damn! Now she knew just how much satisfying her needs was turning him on. But Nami just continued to give him that same wily look, as she stroked his member.
"N-nami, what are you doing?" Zoro asked firmly as he pulled her hand off.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to do as Nami pushed herself up. "Why do you always stop me?"
"What?" Zoro asked a little confused pushing himself half way up so he was resting on his elbow.
"Why won't you let me touch you?" Nami pouted crossing her arms under her ample breasts.
Trying to diffuse her anger, Zoro let his hand rest on her knee. "Nami," he started unsure of what to say. "I know that the hormones are making you need this, and that is why I want to help you find your release. But I don't have an excuse. I can't take advantage of you just because of the hormones."
Nami decided that she didn't like this "hormone" argument very much. Sitting up on her knees, Nami wagged a finger at him and said, "I don't care one bit about hormones or whatever! Last night you promised me you'd make me feel beautiful and it's starting to happen, but I'm not going to get there if you keep holding out on me!"
"Nami?" Zoro asked a little surprised and then tried to make her understand. "Nami, if I let you touch me, I'm not going to be able to stop until I'm buried inside you. That's why I can't let that happen."
"Don't you want me, Zoro?" Nami asked her voice taking on a slightly vulnerable quality.
He looked into her eyes and saw her need and confusion there. He was at a loss, "Of course I want you! More than you could even imagine."
"Then what's the problem?" Nami demanded.
"I..." Zoro tried to express exactly what was wrong, "I don't want to hurt you, Nami."
It was Nami's turn to guide Zoro now. "I know you won't hurt me, Zoro. But I want to touch you and feel you. It's been nearly seven months already, and thanks to you I feel differently from that time. Let me be with you. I want..." her voice trailed off and she grew quiet.
But now Zoro was intrigued, "What do you want, Nami?" he asked.
Nami looked up at him with her large unguarded eyes, "I want happy memories of being with you before this baby comes."
And Zoro realized he wanted the same thing. He wanted good memories to replace the old ones and he wanted her to know the feeling of being wanted by her. Over the past few months he had come to care about Nami not only as a friend, but as someone he would share his life with. Why should they deny themselves the pleasure of joining their bodies when they had already so linked their lives?
"Are you sure, Nami?" he asked. When she nodded he added again, "If it's too much tell me and I'll stop."
"I thought you said you wouldn't be able to stop," Nami pointed out with a playful smirk.
"I'll find a way," he affirmed.
Then Nami held one hand up, "Let's be clear about one thing. I'm not doing this because of hormones or whatever," she said waving her hand. "I'm doing this because I want to. Because I want you." Zoro looked up and saw the sincerity in her face. "To blame this on hormones makes it sound like anyone would do. But that's not the case. It's only you Zoro!"
Then Zoro had captured her face in his hands and pressed his lips to her lips. Bringing her over to sit in his lap, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fiercely. "Nami," he hisses between their kisses, "I want you too and just you. Just he sight of you drives me crazy with need. I want you body and soul." He stopped kissing her long enough to pull away and look at her face. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Nami didn't answer him with words, she climbed off his lap and began undoing the fastenings of his pants. Tonight they would join and become one. Leaning back, Zoro helped Nami shed his pants and underwear so that they were both naked in the bed.
It was with a curious look that Nami reached down and touched Zoro's hard shaft for the first time. The last time, she had been too upset with the events occurring to even look at the appendage. Now since she wanted to touch it and explore it, she found that it was quite nice. It felt warm and firm in her hands, yet the skin was soft and moved easily over the hard length. She spent a few minutes running her fingers over it and closing her hand around it- the smooth silky skin moving with her hands. Feeling bold, Nami even bent down and tasted him, and when she did that, she heard Zoro hiss with pleasure.
Eventually, Zoro pulled her away from his manhood. He knew she needed to get familiar with it first so it wouldn't be so daunting later, but if she kept pawing and licking him, he wouldn't have much stamina left for the final act. Zoro situated Nami on her back and sat up on his knees before her. "Are you ready, Nami?"
Nami nodded and he could see in her eyes how much she wanted him. Very slowly, so as to cause the least amount of pain, Zoro slipped inside of her. Holy fuck did that feel great! Still, Zoro couldn't lose himself, not yet. There was a wild look in Nami's eyes and her hand reached up and clutched around his arms, her fingernails digging into his biceps. Her breathing was much too quick causing her chest to heave beneath Zoro.
The swordsman leaned down over her as close as he could get with her belly in the way. He whispered in her ear, "Shh...It's alright, Nami." He brushed the hair back from her forehead and looked into her eyes. "It's just me. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to feel good. Let me make you feel good, Nami. I won't do anything to hurt you. Let me hold you and show you how you make me feel." He continued whispering little assurances to her.
Eventually, her eyes cleared, her breathing slowed and her death grip on his arms relaxed. A small hand came up and touched his face and she smiled. "Sorry. I'm better now."
Smiling back at her, Zoro began to move slowly inside her. At first they were just little movements, but then when she started to moan he pulled himself all the way out and back in. As he continued to rock slowly inside of her, he looked down into her eyes realized that what was running through his body and fueling all his actions was not an obligation too her or guilt from the way everything started. He loved her! In his whole life, Zoro had never cared for another being as much as he cared for Nami. It had been the driving force behind everything he'd done this past half-year. As he moved within her, he tried to remember the moment when he had fallen in love with her, but he couldn't. Zoro couldn't think of a time where her confident smile didn't delight him or when he didn't enjoy just being around her. And at that moment, he realized that nothing had changed that night on Doflamingo's island. These feelings were already well in place by then; they just didn't show as prominently until the two pirates needed to rely on one another to get past their shared tragedy.
At then things began to speed up. Filled with his new realization, Zoro pushed into her quickly and deeply determined to make him hers completely. Nami was rocking against him and her hips were picking up pace. Zoro tried to maintain control as he pumped faster inside her. That small hand came up to caress his face again and he looked down at Nami. "Let go, Zoro. Let go for me." She pleaded.
But Zoro shook his head. "No, I can't."
"You won't hurt me, Zoro. I want it! I know you aren't this careful. I know you are reckless and headstrong. That is what I want to feel! I want to feel you! Zoro, please? It's good, but I want all of you, Zoro. Zoro? Zoro."
And at the lustful sound of his name on her lips, he finally let go. He was pounding into her hard and fast and she was writhing beneath him moaning and calling his name. He used everything in him and gave her the full force of his unrestrained passion. He had been afraid of hurting her, but every movement made her squeal with pleasure. Leaning down he sucked at the base of her throat but only for a moment as it was an awkward angle due to her pregnant belly.
Suddenly needing to feel more of her, he pulled out and laid her on her side. Slipping down beside her so her back was against his chest, he moved his hand between her legs and found her entrance once more. From here he could enter her easily and still be close enough to use his lips on her throat and her ears. Gripping her breasts, he thrust inside her again and again, each thrust more powerful than the last. He was groaning as he called, "Nh...You feel so good! I've wanted you for so long. Ahh! Nami! Nami!"
His hands kneaded her breasts with his fingers lightly pinched her nipples. Sucking gently on her neck he drove steadily into her picking up speed and force. Then he let one hand trail from her breast down between her legs and began to massage her sensitive nub while he continued his thrusting.
"Zoro!" she called echoing his need. "Zoro, I..." her body began to shake and clench around him and it coaxed his own release. As they road their climax together, Zoro held her tightly loving the feel of her in his arms. When their bodies had calmed, Nami turned to face him and pulled him to her to kiss him fervently. "I love you, Zoro!" she whispered into his lips.
Taking a moment to look over the woman in his arms Zoro smiled. Her brilliant orange hair was slightly sweaty and stuck to her, and her wide smile was slightly lopsided. There was a new gleam in her amber eyes and they were looking up at him with so much emotion it awed him. Overall, she looked sated and incredibly happy. And he was the one who made her that way. "I love you, Nami," he said as he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her palm, "I have for so long, but just never knew what the feeling meant."
And then she was kissing him again. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Having her naked in his arms was an amazing feeling and he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. He could feel her nestling against him and Zoro pulled her in even tighter and whispered, "Goodnight, Nami."
"Goodnight, Love," Nami replied.
It was a surprise to wake up in the morning to the sensation of her hand running up and down his cock, but it was a surprise he could get used to. Nami was urging him onto his back as she climbed on top of him and situated herself on his manhood. As long as he lived, Zoro vowed he would never forget how spectacular and happy she looked that morning as she rode him to her climax.
Zoro grasped her hips and pushed himself up into her, her climax coaxing his own. When they finished, Zoro's hands ran up and down her sides tracing her beautiful figure.
With smiles on their faces, Nami and Zoro rose to dress and start their day. Nami pulled on a short dress that hugged her curves and showed off the cute bump in her middle.
"You must be feeling good," Zoro noted commenting on her choice of outfits- he'd learned to tell when her emotions we getting the better of her by how much she covered up.
Beaming up at him, she said, "Best I've felt in months!"
Zoro pulled Nami to him enveloping her in his arms and pressing a firm kiss to the top of her head. "Come on, let's go eat," he suggested.
With a nod, Nami turned to walk toward the door keeping one arm slung around his waist. Zoro kept his own arm around her shoulders and they went out to greet the day.
Author's note: Is that what you guys were waiting for? Hmm? Lemony enough for yous? ;) Hope you liked it! Kinda focused on just their relationship in this one so we will see more of the crew next chapter. I doubt I'll get another one up before the holiday so Happy Holidays!
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