One Piece:

Who Are You Kidding?


Theme: Seeking Solace - #5

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro X Nami

Rating: M (Implied Sexual Content)

Timeline: N/A - Reader's Decision


They made love while dancing on the line between what was tender and what was wild.

He was tired, and she had come to him for reasons that she could not explain.

Without expectation, just a need to be satisfied, she thought of herself as foolish for thinking she ranked supreme, to actually believe she trumped his desire for slumber.

Yet he pulled her down and held her tight. If not for his shuttered eyes, she'd have stared him down before unleashing her flustered fury. However, she had wondered how he would have answered; did he know it was she who he had tugged into his arms? Was he mocking her before she had a chance to do so first?

Had he wanted her, wished for her, and embraced her as if she had appeared solely to soothe him?

There was never a word uttered to discover such a thing.

Suddenly, a strange hand was in her hair.

To her surprise, someone was stroking her spine.

Before they kissed, she felt a statement in his movements: let me love what is mine.

Smooth and sweet, rough enough to tease, everything inside of them was designed for the other, solely to please. The steely scent he carried crawled over her body and impressed upon her a chill, yet his passion instilled enough heat for it to be taken as a thrill.

She gave him her kisses as if there had never been a venomous tongue held captive behind them. He, in return, ran his hands along her body as if he had never dreamt of anything more.

Resting on top gave her the illusion of power, of control, of peace; his ready, waking body demanded of her more than she believed she could give.

Then, the clothes would vanish.

Naked skin of purity and corruption were illuminated by the moon. Though tied to the ground by shadows - by the secret of their midnight get-together - neither ever felt more at home than when compressed together.

That is, until they merged with one another.

Hissing and grinning, still then quick, never was there a tone required when all they wanted to do was love each other.

How she loved to listen to the sounds he made, just as much as he loved her expressions, savoured seeing her writhe. How she hoped it was she he dreamed of, only to have her exceed his fantasies.

The urge to topple his desires always lit her fire.

And when he dipped his head into her hair, taking in her scent as if it was his lone source of air, it was all she could do not to lose.

She would claw at his back, mewl while deep in her heat, be the perfect lover to help his euphoria take him over. And she'd always feel it coming, too; the quiver in his stride, the tremor in his posture, the reckless jutting inside her body that always hit the spot she needed to suffer.

Finding release together was never their aim: it was always a race to see who could outlast.

When warmth filled her belly, she knew her victor's pleasure would take much longer to pass.

Both could be found smirking regardless of who had reigned supreme.

After all, how could Nami not have known that she was better to service him with than any wet dream?


Author's Note:

A somewhat poetic whimsy that possessed me... ZoNa without fluff or strife. Hope you enjoyed~