( it's not that she wouldn't like to pad over to their bedroom and show all this off in person, but actually feeling nervous is new for nami. she's never felt nervous with sanji, because she's never had to space to feel anything but his panting breaths hot on her skin, and how badly he wants her through the beating life of their connection. zoro? they've moved at a snail's pace, toeing one half inch forward every single day. it's not that she doubts him β it's just that she doesn't want to move too fast all of a sudden, and knock him off balance.
pretty silly concern, she can admit. masturbating in a room adjacent to your partner is not exactly break neck speed, because it's practically nothing at all, not any different from being naked in the bathroom. grinning at herself, nami spares the time it takes to lift her shirt up and above her head, leaving it somewhere sanji will likely find it later and wonder about. zoro said he wanted to see after all, and she doesn't mind showing off β squeezing her breasts on the way back down to her shorts, which she eases off her hips, stuck somewhere in the middle of her thighs. her fingers map out her cunt, slippery and wet and soft, her hot skin fitting in the palm of her hand like a peach baked in the sun. covered in juice, they're sticky and glistening when she pulls back to look at them, showing off the shine of her fingers in the lamplight. )
Taste? ( she asks β though zoro doesn't actually call the shots here, first mate or not. ) I'm wet for you. It's the least you can do.
( fingers press to her mouth, a wanton tease before she parts her lips and licks at them, tongue twisting around the tip of her two fingers, sucking off the taste of her cunt with a few clever pulls. )
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( it's not that she wouldn't like to pad over to their bedroom and show all this off in person, but actually feeling nervous is new for nami. she's never felt nervous with sanji, because she's never had to space to feel anything but his panting breaths hot on her skin, and how badly he wants her through the beating life of their connection. zoro? they've moved at a snail's pace, toeing one half inch forward every single day. it's not that she doubts him β it's just that she doesn't want to move too fast all of a sudden, and knock him off balance.
pretty silly concern, she can admit. masturbating in a room adjacent to your partner is not exactly break neck speed, because it's practically nothing at all, not any different from being naked in the bathroom. grinning at herself, nami spares the time it takes to lift her shirt up and above her head, leaving it somewhere sanji will likely find it later and wonder about. zoro said he wanted to see after all, and she doesn't mind showing off β squeezing her breasts on the way back down to her shorts, which she eases off her hips, stuck somewhere in the middle of her thighs. her fingers map out her cunt, slippery and wet and soft, her hot skin fitting in the palm of her hand like a peach baked in the sun. covered in juice, they're sticky and glistening when she pulls back to look at them, showing off the shine of her fingers in the lamplight. )
Taste? ( she asks β though zoro doesn't actually call the shots here, first mate or not. ) I'm wet for you. It's the least you can do.
( fingers press to her mouth, a wanton tease before she parts her lips and licks at them, tongue twisting around the tip of her two fingers, sucking off the taste of her cunt with a few clever pulls. )