Title: Taking Our Time
Rating: T.. Maybe.
Pairing: SaNa
Nami was lovely with clothes on, but trust me… she was possibly more lovely without. It was days like this I thought I must be blessed by whatever God ruled this earth, for surely I didn't deserve this sight. But I definately wasn't going to say anything. It started just about half an hour ago. Nami asked if I had wanted to take a shower with her, as if I would refuse. I figured it must have been a dream and maybe my imagination was beginning to get too good at imitating her voice in my head, but when she asked again I obliged without another word.
Turns out, she, thankfully, wasn't just teasing me. I knew it would be hard to deal with the sight of my lovely goddess for so long, but I must endure for her sake if not mine. I composed myself. However my composure was short lived as she began to undress, letting her already revealing clothes fall to the tiled floor of the bathroom. One by one her bindings were tossed away and she stood fully revealed so that I may gaze upon the marvelous vision just a few feet before me. I had been too stunned and had to be reminded that I also needed to be naked in order to shower, followed by a little giggle.
"Right. Of course." And that was all the incentive I needed before I was tugging off my belt, kicking off my shoes, and pulling off my own clothes to join her. It was a shame that humans were required to wear clothing in the first place, I quickly learned that this was a much more enjoyable way of viewing women. Then I remembered there were also men on this earth. With a shudder, I dispelled the thought.
She lifted her leg to climb into the porcelain white tub we had as she bent forward to turn the knobs so that water might begin to fall from the shower head lingering just above the tub faucet. I averted my eyes, thinking this might end up being harder than I thought. We didn't have a shower curtain; praise the lord, so of course I saw every move she made. She asked if I would join her, hooking the air with a forefinger as she spoke as to lure me beside her. I followed as if in a trance to step, less gracefully, into the tub and stand aside her. She was closest to the water, which was still cold, causing her skin to break out in goose bumps. I took initiative to rub the skin of her shoulders and upper arms until her skin became warm and smooth once more as the water heated up and formed clouds of steam. She thanked me with a smile, melting my heart in an instant the way only she knows how.
I was just thinking about how awesome this was going to be when I heard a childish voice yelling out. "Woah-ho-ho!" I turned sharply only the see the captain, Luffy, peeking his little head into the opening of the door I must not have heard. He opened his mouth to say something when he was tugged quickly out of sight, most likely from that shit swordsman. I doubted anyone else would have cared that he had seen a woman, or a man naked. The door shut and we were alone once again. Nami didn't seem embarrassed, though she's never been a shy girl, and she simply took a few short shuffles backwards, letting her head soak under the water coming from the shower. I quickly forgot about being jealous that the more undeserving captain got a sight at what was mine as Nami pulled on my hand, guiding my body as well under the water so that I might also get my hair wet.
Our conversations ended up being very casual as she sat down, allowing me to wash her soft, short hair and massage her scalp. These hands of mine proved to be useful in more than just the kitchen and I received a few comments on 'how good I made her head feel' or 'how I should think of taking this up professionally'. I thanked her every compliment graciously and returned a few, repeating at 'how smooth her complexion was' and that ' she might think of modeling as long as we're changing jobs'. The flirtatious air was going to kill me, but in a good sort of way. I thought to myself, we should take our times with things like this more often.