UNDISCLOSED DESIRE
I
The transformation in Zoro was undeniable. Nami observed the change in him with keen interest – the smile that now graced his lips, the warmth that emanated from his eye, the way his shoulders seemed at ease. Even his interactions with children spoke of a newfound tenderness. The perpetual scowl that had once defined him was conspicuously absent, making him appear more youthful and approachable. But his physique, well, it had matured.
Her mind involuntarily drifted to the memory of the hug he had enveloped her in upon her arrival in the country he now called home. A rush of sensations flooded her, and she held her breath unconsciously.
His strong arms had encircled her shoulders and waist, drawing her close. The firmness of his chest pressed against her face, and she could feel his breath against her head.
Intimate. It had felt so intimate.
Such an embrace was uncharacteristic of their dynamic. Never before had he held her so closely. The memory played over and over in her mind, a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit the picture she had painted of their relationship.
Sitting at the banquet table within Kozuki Castle, her eyes remained fixed on him as he engaged in animated conversation with Bartolomeo. Their topic ranged from her village to Luffy's triumph over Arlong, and Nami watched Zoro in contemplation. She analyzed his gestures, his expressions – the subtleties that made up the enigma of the Greatest Swordsman. At times, he glanced in her direction, and she responded with smiles of confirmation, validating the details of their shared history without the need for words.
Amusement tugged at Nami as she noted the distinct redness that colored Bartolomeo's face. His casual conversation with one of his idols was evidently affecting him more than he could conceal.
Nami's arrival in Wano hadn't been long ago, accompanied by the fanboy's antics. He had made the journey from Cocoyashi, expressing a desire to visit "Zoro-senpai" in Wano. Her curiosity had been piqued, and though she'd never admit it, a longing to catch up with her fellow crewmate had drawn her to the same path. After all, she missed him, even if such sentiment would remain locked in the vault of her heart.
Three years had passed since their triumphant arrival at Laugh Tale, a journey that culminated in Luffy being crowned the King of the Pirates. A year had slipped by without a reunion with her fellow crew members. The tides of life had changed, sweeping them all into new currents, and Nami hadn't quite processed the whirlwind of events that had unfolded since then.
One thing was now abundantly clear: Zoro had undergone a transformation of his own.
And that transformation hadn't gone unnoticed by Nami. Her muscles tensed involuntarily as thoughts raced through her mind, traversing uncharted territories for a very sensible reason.
Dinner had come and gone, eventually segueing into a conversation about sake that had taken on a life of its own. Naturally, the two of them had drifted into their own realm of discussion.
She had shared with him the recipe Sanji had left her—a recipe for Mikan liquor. The mere mention had brightened Zoro's eye, a spark of excitement igniting within him. His gaze on her held an unmistakable fondness that sent her heart into a sudden dance.
A beat skipped, a fraction of time that held immeasurable significance.
The hug from earlier resurfaced in her mind, a trigger for a sensation she knew all too well.
Suppressing it was a skill she had mastered—the heat that surged through her loins whenever she caught glimpses of the shirtless swordsman training on the Sunny's deck. His form was a living sculpture of masculinity, exuding a potent blend of ferocity and power. Danger radiated from him, and she often wondered if she would lose herself entirely if she dared to explore the depths of her desires. It was a secret she had guarded, kept hidden under lock and key.
"Care for another round?" His deep voice, gentle and inviting, reached her ears as he poked her playfully.
Nami's smile widened. "Sure! More sake sounds perfect right now."
"Then come with me." Zoro rose from his seat, and she willingly followed suit.
Leaving the lively banquet hall, they stepped out into the embracing embrace of the Flower Capital's spring night. The air was scented with blossoms, and the vibrant colors painted a picturesque scene. Wano had always held its allure, but since the culmination of the Onigashima War and the triumphant return of the Kozuki Clan, it had blossomed into a country of unparalleled beauty and prosperity.
Nami walked beside Zoro, their footsteps in sync as they strolled. Her curiosity got the better of her. "Where are we headed?"
"To my dojo," he replied, his tone a blend of pride and familiarity.
Nami's playful demeanor couldn't mask the respect and admiration she held for him. "Ah, I've heard about your dojo, Zoro-sensei." Her words carried a hint of teasing, her warmth for him transparent. His smile, in response, was both affectionate and prideful, a gesture that didn't attempt to hide his own feelings.
"The other day, one of my pupils gifted me with a fine sake," he revealed. "I thought we could enjoy it there. It's quieter..." His words trailed off, and Nami, heart racing, was relieved that he didn't see the telltale blush that painted her cheeks. Why would he suggest spending time alone with her in a secluded setting?
"Getting too old for the festivities?" She ventured playfully.
Zoro sighed softly, as if he'd considered this often. "It can be tiresome. The parties here are different from the ones we had with the crew. People give me too much attention for the aid we offered years ago." His words bore a hint of frustration. "And…" He hesitated, his gaze momentarily distant. "...I'm glad you're here. I'd rather share a drink with you alone, like the old times."
The rhythm of Nami's heart changed, pounding a little faster within her chest. The implication was clear. Alone. The word might have held no deeper meaning than a recollection of their shared adventures at sea, but her mind seized the opportunity to entertain more provocative thoughts.
She had often reasoned with herself, convincing her desires that pursuing anything with Zoro, even a physical connection, would be an exercise in futility. He was relentlessly focused, dedicating countless hours to his training regimen. She couldn't justify diverting his attention just to quench her fiery yearnings. Above all, he was her nakama, and she valued his dream as much as her own.
Yet, the current reality diverged from that logic.
Zoro was no longer just a Straw Hat crewmate. He was The Greatest Swordsman, a man of unparalleled strength and power. He held his own legacy, a renowned dojo, a prestigious title. The pride in his eyes was a reflection of the milestones he'd achieved.
No longer chasing a distant goal, he stood firm in his achievements.
The same held true for her.
As his gaze met hers, her thoughts wavered. His single steel-colored eye, which had been both a source of exasperation and amazement, now held an expectant gleam. Could he sense her uncertainty? Her curiosity?
Was she reading these signals correctly?
Could there be any truth to these unspoken cues?
Nami had to probe, to navigate this unfamiliar terrain.
"Hyiory won't mind?" she asked with a feigned nonchalance, her intention to bring humor to a topic that made her feel uneasy.
"Why would she?" Zoro's surprise mirrored her own, and she found herself relishing his reaction.
Nami seized the chance to interject humor into the dialogue, her voice laced with a touch of mock irritation. "Well, everyone knows she's head over heels for you. Our boozy bond might be a bit puzzling for her." A strained attempt to maintain levity masked the uncertainty of the conversation's trajectory.
"Yeah, she was quite a handful," Zoro admitted with a hint of amusement. "Took some time for her to realize I wasn't interested."
Warmth unfurled within Nami's chest, a sensation she couldn't entirely decipher. What was this peculiar feeling that had found its way into her heart?
The conversation shifted to Hyiory's captivating beauty, a topic Nami couldn't help but be honest about. "Must've been tough on her. A woman as stunning as her likely has men wrapped around her finger."
Zoro's reaction was a frustrated click of his tongue. "I'm not like that idiotic love-cook. I can appreciate beauty, but it's not what captivates me."
Curiosity tugged at her, urging her to delve deeper into his sentiments. She longed to know the kind of beauty that held his attention, what qualities resonated with him on a deeper level.
As appealing as his response was, an unsettling undercurrent rippled through her thoughts. Perhaps he was uttering these words with someone else in mind. After all, he had spent a year in Wano. In all likelihood, he had encountered someone who had stirred his interest.
Amidst this internal turmoil, Nami's voice emerged, a murmur of acknowledgment. "I know."
"We're here," Zoro declared as they stood before the entrance to his Dojo.
A simple yet inviting Wano-style dark green bungalow welcomed them, exuding an air of calm in its simplicity.
Crossing the threshold, they stepped into an empty room, a spacious expanse adorned with a large mat that stretched across the floor. Nami's curious gaze swept the surroundings, her eyes absorbing the colorful ornaments that adorned the walls.
Curiosity nudged her to ask, "So, how are your pupils? Are they keeping up?"
Zoro's response was accompanied by a shrug, his familiar air of cockiness unabated. "They're doing well. After all, their sensei is the best swordsman in the world."
A well-practiced eye-roll punctuated her disbelief, Zoro's characteristic bravado remaining as steadfast as ever.
Leading her into another room, they entered what seemed like a cozy kitchen—a harmonious blend of functionality and minimalism. With a pantry, a table, and two chairs, it radiated an atmosphere of intimacy.
Zoro reached for a golden bottle and placed it delicately on the table, alongside two small glasses.
"Do the honors, witch," he quipped, his eyes alight with amusement as he employed the playful moniker for the first time that evening.
A challenge glinted in her gaze as she retorted, "Keep that sassy mouth up, and you might find yourself knee-deep in debt again." With a practiced hand, she poured the sake into the waiting glasses.
"Bring it on, woman," he countered, his grin oozing with confidence as he seized his glass. "Now I can handle whatever unfair debts you throw my way."
"Good to know, musclehead." She clinked her glass against his, a nostalgic echo of camaraderie that she had missed.
The potent liquid flowed into their glasses, and in unison, they raised them to their lips, emptying the contents with practiced ease.
"Ahh, fine booze," Zoro's smile widened, the liquid clearly pleasing his discerning palate.
Nami's gaze lingered on him as he savored the flavor, his lips parting slightly to taste the remnants. Her heart thudded within her chest, her imagination playing with the idea of those lips against her own, exploring her contours.
An involuntary warmth radiated through her, and she pressed her legs together unconsciously, the thought of his tongue evoking sensations she dared not voice aloud.
"Amazing stuff," she mumbled, her nerves transmitting a tremor through her fingers as she seized the bottle, bypassing the glass and taking a swig straight from its source.
As her gaze flickered back to him, she discerned a transformation in his expression. His eye emanated a certain wickedness, a dangerous edge that had crept into the atmosphere. The subtle shift in the air was undeniable, and she was certain he could sense it too.
He reached for the bottle, his fingers brushing against hers in an almost incidental touch. His smile—a smile that seemed to hold an uncanny awareness of her heartbeat—pulled at the corner of his lips.
The tension was palpable, a weight that settled upon them as they locked eyes.
A shiver traced a well-known path down her spine, igniting a sensation that she recognized all too well. Her gaze momentarily abandoned his, drawn instead to the window behind him.
A flash of lightning momentarily illuminated the darkened sky.
"It's going to rain," she murmured, her voice almost lost in the charged air that cocooned them. Her attention refocused on him, that undercurrent of tension still lingering.
"Guess we won't be heading back to the castle, then," he murmured back in a voice as rough as gravel, the sound like a whisper sent directly into her ear.
He downed more sake in one steady gulp, his focus still fixed on her, as though he were studying the depths of her soul through her eyes. The empty bottle found its place on the table with a soft thud.
Nami's heart pounded like a relentless drumbeat as the tension between her and Zoro escalated, the air heavy with unspoken longing. His eyes, a potent mixture of playful mischief and raw desire, held her captive. The intensity of the moment was palpable, a magnetic force pulling them closer, drawing her thoughts to a standstill.
The room felt small, the walls pressing in on her as the silence stretched between them. Her mouth opened, ready to break the stillness, but the words remained trapped, as if they were prisoners of the unspoken tension.
And then, without warning, Zoro's voice broke the stillness, his words like a lightning bolt in the charged atmosphere. "You know, Nami," he began, his voice low and husky, "I've noticed something for a long time now."
Nami's breath caught as her eyes locked onto his, her heart pounding in anticipation. What was he about to say? Her mind raced, imagining all the possibilities, her body tingling with both anxiety and excitement.
His gaze bore into her, intense and unyielding. "I've always been attracted to you," he confessed, his words a shockwave that reverberated through her.
Nami's heart thudded against her chest, her senses reeling from his admission. Was this real? Could it be that the fantasies she'd suppressed were about to become a reality?
Zoro's eye was smoldering now, a fire burning deep within it. His lips curved into a half-smile. "I've kept it hidden for too long," he continued, his voice like a caress against her skin. "But seeing you here, after all this time...Fuck Nami, I can't hold back anymore," Zoro finished with a groan, his words hanging in the charged air between them.
Unable to resist any longer, Nami closed the gap between them.
Her lips met Zoro's with an urgency that had been building for years. Zoro's lips were warm and demanding against hers, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer as if he couldn't get enough.
Nami's fingers tangled in his hair, her body pressed against his, every inch of her aware of his presence, his touch, his taste. She felt the intensity of his desire, his pent-up emotions unleashed in this electrifying moment.
Their mouths moved in a heated dance, lips and tongues exploring each other with an urgency that defied restraint. She couldn't believe this was happening, that the man she had secretly yearned for was now in her arms, reciprocating her desires with a fervor that matched her own.
Breaking the kiss, Zoro's lips traced a path down her jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Nami's pulse quickened with every touch, her body responding to his every caress.
She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted. His lips pressed against her skin, igniting a trail of kisses along her neck, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Nami's fingers explored the contours of his back, tracing the hard muscles she had always admired from a distance.
"I've wanted this," she admitted, her voice a husky whisper. "More than I can say."
Zoro's hot breath brushed against her ear as he murmured, "Show me." His hands traced a path from her waist to her ass, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through her.
His words were a challenge, a plea, an invitation that set her desire ablaze. With a boldness she didn't know she possessed, Nami pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto his.
Without breaking eye contact, her fingers moved to the front of Zoro's yukata, deftly undoing the fastenings. The fabric fell open, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the chiseled muscles that bespoke of years of training and dedication. Nami's breath hitched as she took in the sight before her, her desire for him more evident than ever.
Leaning in, Nami's lips pressed against his skin, each kiss a declaration of the longing she had kept hidden for so long. She tasted the salt of his skin, the heat of his body searing her senses. Her kisses trailed a path down his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, a mixture of reverence and desire in every touch.
Nami's lips pressed against the defined ridges of his abdomen, her tongue tracing patterns that left his skin tingling. She felt the tension in his body, the way his muscles clenched beneath her touch. It was exhilarating to know that she had this effect on him, that he was just as consumed by desire as she was.
Nami's fingers toyed with the waistband of Zoro's pants, her touch teasing and deliberate. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, the anticipation that mirrored her own. With a daring smile, she slowly began to undo the fastenings, her gaze locked onto his as she revealed more of his powerful physique.
Nami's lips pressed against his abdomen, leaving a trail of kisses that made his senses reel. She explored every inch of his exposed skin, her breath hot against him. Zoro's fingers threaded through her hair, his touch both guiding and encouraging as he lost himself in the sensation of her lips on his body.
Nami's fingers traced a path from his hips to his thighs, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the skin just below his navel. Zoro's fingers clenched, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to maintain control.
"Nami," he rasped, his voice a blend of need and urgency.
Nami looked up at him through hooded eyes, her gaze filled with a hunger that matched his own. Without a word, she pressed her lips against his skin, leaving a trail of kisses along his hipbone. Her touch was both gentle and demanding, her lips tracing a path that sent a surge of pleasure straight to his core.
Nami's lips continued their journey, her kisses growing bolder as she moved closer to his center. His manhood was long and thick, just like she expected.
She put the tip in her mouth, slowly tracing circles with her tongue and to her delight, he moaned loudly.
With each languid swirl of her tongue, Nami could feel the tension in Zoro's body building, his hips gently bucking in rhythm with her movements. It was an intoxicating dance of desire, an unspoken communication of need and satisfaction.
As she continued to explore every inch of his cock with her mouth, Nami was amazed at how she could affect a man like Zoro. She could feel his arousal throbbing beneath her touch, his need for release becoming increasingly evident.
Zoro's fingers tightened in her hair, his grip a silent encouragement that urged her to continue. His voice, deep and primal, filled the room as he gasped her name, a plea for more, for everything she had to offer.
But just as the intensity of their passion reached a fever pitch, Zoro took charge once more.
With a primal need burning in his eyes, Zoro pulled Nami up from her kneeling position, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss that left them both breathless. The urgency of their desire was palpable as their hands moved with a frantic need to rid her of the remaining barriers between them.
Nami's kimono fell to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric, leaving her exposed and vulnerable before Zoro's hungry gaze. She could feel the heat of his desire radiating from him, matching her own need to be claimed by him.
Zoro's hands roamed her body, his touch both possessive and reverent as he explored her skin. His fingers traced the curves of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened peaks, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. The intensity of his touch sent shivers of delight coursing through her body.
As their lips met in another searing kiss, Zoro's hands moved lower, his fingers trailing a path down her abdomen, teasingly close to where she ached for his touch. Nami's nails dug into his shoulders, a silent plea for more.
With a firm grip, he lifted Nami and effortlessly placed her on the sturdy wooden table, their lips never breaking contact.
Nami's back arched in response to the electrifying sensation of being at his mercy, her fingers grasping at the edges of the table.
Nami couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming desire that had consumed them both. Zoro's hands were no longer teasing; they were possessive, exploring every inch of her body with a voracious hunger that left her breathless.
Their kisses were a wild clash of tongues and lips, a heated battle for dominance. Nami's nails raked down Zoro's back, leaving marks on his skin. His growls of pleasure were like music to her ears, spurring her on to even greater heights of ecstasy.
His fingers digged into her hips as he guided her movements. Nami's gasps of pleasure mingled with Zoro's primal groans as he entered her soaking wet insides.
The table beneath them creaked and groaned in protest as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust a symphony of pleasure. Nami's hips rocked against his with an urgency that matched his own, a primal need that left no room for restraint.
Zoro's mouth trailed hot, possessive kisses down her neck and chest, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, sending shivers of delight coursing through her.
With every thrust, their passion intensified, their bodies colliding like two magnets that can't be apart.
As the intensity of their lovemaking built, Zoro's lips found her ear, and he whispered words that sent shivers down her spine. "I wanna make you mine, Nami," he breathed, his voice a possessive growl. "All mine."
Nami's response was a cry of ecstasy, her body trembling with a intense orgasm. Zoro followed closely behind, their climax a shared explosion of pleasure that left them both panting.
With their bodies intertwined, Zoro and Nami shared a moment of tenderness. Zoro's fingers continued to caress Nami's skin, a gentle reminder of the intimacy they had just experienced. With a tender smile, he traced gentle patterns on Nami's skin, his touch soothing and affectionate.
Zoro leaned in to steal soft kisses from Nami's lips, each one filled with the promise of deeper connection. Their gazes remained locked, conveying a shared understanding of the profound bond they had just solidified.
Gently, Zoro lifted Nami into his arms, his strength both protective and caring. He carried her to the room with the mat, a place where they could continue their intimate exploration. As he laid her down on the mat, his eyes sparkled with a playful glint.
"I have a feeling we're going to keep each other up all night." His words were filled with a playful promise, a reminder that their passion was far from extinguished.
Nami's laughter filled the room, a melodic sound that echoed their shared joy and desire.
A/N: Hi!
Hope you guys enjoy this one. I'll be adding another chapter...maybe...what do you think?