When I Touch You (Can You Feel It?)

ZoNami Week – Day 08: Feudal Era Rainy Day

Rating: M (emotional lemon)

Summary: AU – Sitting in her room on a rainy day, Nami – the famous geisha – receives word that her favourite client has come to visit her.

Word Count: 2,625 words

PLEASE NOTE: Weirdly, I listened to "Misery" by The Moffats while writing this…not the song I expected, but it did the trick!

Droplets fell from the sky and gave nourishment to the garden beyond her room. Her body rested against the frame of the open shoji, the paper lining of the door shivering due to the chilling breeze that accompanied the rain. The kimono that adorned her body had fallen to reveal a great deal of her upper body, but Nami felt no need to cover herself even when she too began to shudder. The late autumn temperatures could not begin to coax a reaction from her tired body, as her heart had long since closed to the purity of sensations that life had to offer her, taking with it any sort of responsiveness that she had remaining. All she could do when she was between clients for the day was read, or, on a fortunate day such as this, take advantage of something other than a paying customer's wallet and enjoy something for herself.

Any sort of refuge she could find under Arlong-sama's diligent rule were moments she savoured as they occurred, then released them from her memory so as not to dwell on the only luxuries she could not afford: peace, solidarity, and freedom. It was quite a world to live in, where the best furniture and trinkets that ryo could buy was behind her, and all of nature's natural riches laid out before her eyes. The garden was a scenic ploy to fool the women into believing that the outside world was nothing greater than the trees and the flowers and the koi pond awaiting them every day they opened their doors. Fools they were, if they honestly accepted that there was truly nothing beyond the walls the confined them to their brothel of a home.

In all her years as a geisha, there had only ever been one man that was tempting enough to expose her falsehood of endurance for such a life.

"Onami, you have a customer." Came the voice of her protégé from the only other entrance to her room, the one that allowed her clients in. Disinterested in losing her serenity so suddenly, the experienced geisha frowned at the sight she was in the midst of cherishing before a surprise guest was summoning her for their pleasure. Nami did not move in the slightest, feigning unawareness of the order.

"Um…O-Onami?" whimpered the poor girl, fearful of the response that the customer might have. Let him grow angry, let him try to force himself upon her in an act of rage for her disobedience – such behaviour was nothing new to her worn body. Nothing was, anymore.

A pronounced stomp into the room, followed by another, and then a deep voice called to her with the utmost respect and placidity. "Oi, Nami."

That frown of hers rescinded at once, upon hearing her name. With a demure form of impatience did she swivel in place in order to guarantee that she had been graced by the gods to entertain the man for whom she had been pining. There, standing before her, with his disheveled style of dress and his obscure hair colour was none other than her favourite samurai: Roronoa Zoro. The scar that concealed his left eye was new, but she knew better than to show any sort of response to the men who sought her out, including concern.

Nevertheless, he was here to see her, and the very real awareness that he could have chosen any woman on the property as his partner for the next hour or so meant the world to her already warped sense of self.

Both sets of doors were meant to close, but Zoro began to approach her when she rose to her feet and implied with a lone gesture of his hand that he preferred for the rainy weather to accompany them. Appreciative of his corresponding desire, Nami chose to greet him then and there, "Good evening, Zoro-sama. What can I do for you, today?"

There gazes met, clashing like the swords he carried at his hip, the collision between their palpable energies creating sparks as if they were immediately forced into a vicious battle. As if sensing her interpretation of their exchange of energy, his lone eye rolled down her body to rest on her exposed chest while his hands busied themselves with removing his infamous weapons from their resting place. He was informing her of his obvious purpose in her room without the need for words, and Nami was quite content with the lack of a conversational exchange if it meant she could have him inside of her once again.

Again, he took those powerful steps to approach, yet this time, she was much more responsive in the way she lifted her hands from her sides in order to cup his face the moment he came within reach. She did not force his lips to crash into hers, but she had every right to believe that the undeniable impatience in her actions had something to do with the speed in which they kissed. Fervent, unceremonious, desperate, they clung to each other as though their reunion was long overdue after that ethereal encounter between them many moons ago.

An affair she had long since craved and fended off daily without him there to cleanse her of her misery.

Zoro's mighty hands found the tie of her obi and tore through its intricate bow without remorse. She could feel the layers upon layer that clothed her body fall away slowly and it felt ever so empowering to have him be the one to expose her to the stormy weather just outside her room. Ripping his lips off of hers as though it caused him great pain to do so, the samurai removed her hands from his face if only to allow her clothing to fall onto the tatami beneath their feet. Now, with nothing but the pins in her hair to keep it bound behind her head, she was free of all earthly possessions, standing before him without a shred of decency to conceal her naked body. It was absolutely exhilarating to endure the scrutiny of his gaze, more so than anything she had experienced in a great long while.

How greedy she was, wanting to return the favour, and yet he refused to allow her to reach for the folds of his kimono. Confused, Nami nearly sulked at his blatant rejection while he held her wrists in his hands. However, Zoro took advantage of his grasp and led her swiftly to the roka on which she had been occupying before his arrival. It was no doubt a deliberate attempt to confuse her and she pretended as though his odd decision to lead them outside wasn't at all off-putting in their otherwise passionate moment.

Although she need not pretend when he took his seat along the other edge of the wooden ledge and then proceeded to guide her onto his lap, her body facing outward toward her precious garden.

"Z-Zoro-sama," she meant to question him, prepared to beg for some sort of explanation for many of the choices he was making during their rendezvous. She rarely had the chance to see him, experience him, and his peculiar actions were enough to make her grow quite curious. He did not wish to strip it seemed, which was a choice some men had made in the past and she did not judge them; being the only one naked during a session was never something she shied away from. Why he wanted to keep his sculpted body from her though, she could not comprehend nor find agreement with.

Those beads of rain that had gathered on the roof above the roku splashed down upon her bare thighs without warning, nearly stealing her attention away from the man at her back. Or rather, it had the potential to do so until he free his cock from the folds of his clothes and edged it against her womanhood secretly. Nothing else mattered in that moment than for her chance to truly savour one of her many encounters with her clients and so Nami wrapped her arms around his neck at such an awkward angle, if only to show him just how eager she was for any sort of contact between them.

The way he plunged inside of her was a great deal more impactful than a simple kiss or an embrace.

A moan was sung for all of the garden to hear when he first reached that sweet spot inside of her. Those paw-like hands of his found her hips and clamped down while he found his barring in their unique position, but he could not hide the shaken gasp that escaped him when the warmth of her silken walls encased his manhood deep within her. The muscles in her lower stomach spasmed in anticipation of what he could potentially instill in her, from jubilation to an overwhelming sexual rapture. With a small buck of her hips, she urged him to proceed with his need of her body at the mere thought of truly enjoying an orgasm for the first time in the many months that had passed since the last time he provided her with one.

Zoro did not need much prompting; before she could comprehend the shift in his position, he began to thrust his hips and drive his shaft inside of her over and over again.

There was no pain, no need for lubrication when she wanted to be completed by him just as desperately as he had needed her services for. The mist that cloaked the garden threatened to rub against her nude skin and Nami welcomed it spitefully, knowing she was far too gone to the throes of her arousal to feel anything but heat, dire need to have her days, nights, life filled with moments such as this. She could feel every stretch of muscle responsible for driving him inside of her as it moved against her backside, giving the experience an even more realistic and grounding quality than she cared to acknowledge with anyone else.

The demon samurai was working exceptionally hard in order to bring them both to their peaks.

She listened to his three-pronged earrings jingle in time with each animalistic motion he made, and it was just as charming as it was compelling, forcing her to keep her pace in time with his. The force of her need, desire, craving for him was burning through her body and turning dark, mindless in the way it possessed her. Playing the part of an enthralled lady was an easy feat for her to accomplish at this point in her career, but to genuinely endure the pressure of euphoria as it sunk its teeth into her was beyond compare. Tension coiling in her belly, the first wave of pleasure nearly washed over her without hesitation.
"Come with me." Zoro dared to whisper in her ear as she was facing the very real threat of multiple orgasms crashing down on top of her.

"W…What?" She cried in response to his inane demand. One of his firm hands found her neck and held it within its grasp, turning her to face his serious, determined expression while he repeated himself.
"Come with me."
"Wh…Where? Mm, oh, Zoro-sama, please…!" To end her torture, to continue making her cum until she was wasted away, to cease his foolish askance of her; it was unclear what she meant when she cried out to him, but her need of him did not cease.

His speed did, in order to gain her focus. While she groaned, he explained, "I have…enough money to support us. I can take care of you, b-bring you home with me."
"W-Where's home?" Her voice was strained as she inquired. A part of her dared to learn more about his sudden and inappropriate offer, while another simply wished for them to finish their sexual escapade with true satisfaction.

"Y-You'll see if you, rrgh, come with me!" Anger crippled his gentle approach as he too was quarreling with the deep-rooted desire to climax inside of her welcoming body. Just hearing his impatience riled her all over again, knowing that he was requesting her as if he required her in his life down the road, for more than just the services she was expected to provide.

Tears sprang forth in her eyes as the rain continued to spill all over her bare legs. "Please…don't…!" It was something she said to many men, usually fully entailing the sentiment of 'don't stop'. In this instance, however, it was all she could do not to pull herself away from his warm body and his beautiful promises and demand to have them both for the rest of her days. Especially when Zoro leaned in and kissed her into silence, forcing her to endure the powerful, meaningful upward plunge of his cock.

In between wet lips did he ground out, "I will…take care of you, Nami." He promised her again for the second time in a matter of moments. Those words were so very enticing, even if she was not meant to have them. But with him…

She did her best to drop her body's meager weight onto his lap so that she could stall his movements. "Zoro-sama, please, don't do this—!" The unstoppable urge to gasp nearly struck her down when the samurai took both of her hips into his hands and controlled their rolling motion, so that he could be the master of both of their pleasure while he awaited her proper reply.

"Oh…! Oh, Kami-sama…!"

"N-Not him, me! L-Let me try, Na-mi!"

"Mmm, oh, I-I'm…!"

"Not until you tell me! Tell me yes, dammit!"

"I-I can't—!"
"Yes, you CAN! C'mon Nami, come with me!"

"Y-YES!" She screamed at the top of her lungs when her orgasm finally plundered her body without restraint, without any semblance of control. Her mind had ceased to process what she had cried out while enthralled by his love-making as she came harder than she could ever recall in her entire life. In Zoro's last thrust, he had lost his pacing for but a second, allowing him to slip away, only to charge forth one last time and fill her completely with his essence. Her inner thighs spasmed, her eyes were closed tightly, her mouth agape; Nami had never known sex to provide her with such an all-consuming, absolutely renewing experience. Staring blankly at her soaked garden that might very likely no longer be hers, the geisha-turned-samurai wife truly felt as if she had been reborn in the moment when she had given into her bewitching ardor and sacrificed all so that she could answer her him as honestly as she could.
Breaking through the hefty panting, that gruff voice of his dared to ask, "Y-Yes?" Even the instinct-driven warrior who had dared to ask her to make a life-changing decision while submitting to her carnal needs was wise enough to confirm with her that her answer was true.

But how could she take back her word when it was all she really had? Moments before he had arrived, she had been internally mocking those who never sought to see beyond the borders of the brothel, seeing them as Arlong's mindless puppets with no real value. And now, the man of her literal dreams had presented her with a chance to unshackle herself from the nightmare that had been her life for the past however many years…

Who was she to turn down the request of a customer, after all?

Barely audible over the pitter-patter of the rain, Nami turned her soulful gaze away from her once treasured garden and its mikan-bearing tree in the very center, then repeated her answer with genuine heart, "Yes."

Author's Notes:

Very little dialogue, but I felt that such a tense situation did have the need for it. I had another idea for this theme that was less…serious, but it was actually the basis for one of my entries in the 100 Theme Challenge for ZoNa on the Google+ community, called Orange x Green, in case you'd like to check it out! I wrote this story after Day 4's actually, so I think the Arlong flashbacks were still present in my mind when I needed to create a new concept for this story. Hope it was a juicy ending to ZoNami Week, and I hope to see you again at the next event we host!

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