Tradition
Title: Tradition
Fandom: One Piece
Character/Pairing: Robin/Nami, (attempted) Sanji/Nami & Sanji/Robin
Rating: PG-13/R
Word Count: ~2000
Notes: Originally written for vilani in a Secret Santa exchange for the RP community mallowmateys (the fic itself is not mallowmateys-based, though). I am really starting to fall in love with writing for One Piece. :D
Tradition
The first thing Nami noticed was the mistletoe. It would be hard to miss, really, given how thoroughly Sanji had decorated the dining area with it: sprigs of the stuff hung strategically near all the exists, and two beribboned bunches in particular hung around the dining table directly above the places Nami and Robin usually sat for meals. "Ah, Nami-san~!" Sanji's grin widened as she entered the room, and Nami didn't miss the way his eyes darted back and forth between her and the mistletoe hanging above her usual chair. She took a cue from Robin, who'd arrived before her, and sat next to the older woman in a mistletoe-free zone.
Tactfully ignoring the look of disappointment that crashed down over Sanji's face, Nami nodded her hellos. "Nami," Robin murmured in greeting, delicately dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a cloth napkin. Nami noticed part of what must have once been a rather large slice of cake sitting in front of the other woman, now mostly eaten. She scarcely had time to look up before Sanji skillfully set a matching plate in front of her as well, with an equally generous slice of cake on it, drizzled in a crystallized sauce of some sort.
"Rum cake," he said in answer to her silent question, grinning again. "It is a traditional dish for the season."
"I see." Nami took the cloth napkin he offered and spread it across her lap. "And what about the others?"
"Those assholes can have the leftovers." A look of annoyance washed quickly over his face before it was replaced with a moony smile. "Besides, ladies~ first!"
"Uh huh." Nami knew what his game was, of course; his plan was so unsubtle that even Luffy--well, okay: scratch that, maybe not Luffy, but just about anyone else would be able to see through it. Nami said nothing, however, simply lifting her fork and taking a large first bite of the cake.
Just as expected for a dessert by Sanji, it was delicious; the cake moist and rich and bursting with flavor. And, just as she'd also been expecting, it was strong. While the taste of the rum wasn't overwhelming--his skills as a cook had allowed him to mask the disproportionate amount of alcohol without compromising the sweetness of the cake--Nami could tell it was there by the subtle warmth that hit her throat as she swallowed. That wasn't exactly a problem for her, though--maybe Sanji had forgotten how well she held her liquor, or maybe he just hoped the unexpectedly strong cake would get her just tipsy enough for him to steal a kiss. Either way, Nami knew it wouldn't work, but she wasn't above having a little fun with the situation.
He was hovering at a polite distance, the way he tended to when waiting for a reaction on a new dish. "Sanji-kun," Nami said, pressing the tines of her fork down on the moist cake to capture another bite, "this is very good."
"Would you like some more, Nami-san?" he said, materializing next to her with a serving tray, never mind the fact that she still had more than half a piece left on her plate. "Or what about you, Robin-chan~? More cake?"
"Thank you," Robin said softly. "Perhaps a bit more..."
Nami again took a bite, as Sanji served another piece to Robin, pretending to think carefully as she chewed. "It's good," she said finally, "but it seems a bit..." She trailed off, letting her brow furrow as she acted like she was casting about for the right words.
Sanji leaned forward, just the smallest bit of concern washing over his face. "What is it, Nami-san? Is it too sweet? Too dry? Not sweet enough?"
She took another bite, chewing slowly. "It's a rum cake, isn't that what you said?"
"...Yes." Now he looked a little perplexed, and it was all Nami could do to stop herself from giggling and giving the game away.
"Maybe you should have used a little more rum. Or didn't you put any in at all?"
Sanji looked like he might cry. "I did, Nami-san! Maybe if you have a bit more..."
Nami snorted, unable to hold in her laughter anymore at the pathetic look on his face. "Oh Sanji-kun, I'm just teasing," she managed between giggles. "This is the strongest damn rum cake I've ever had."
"Ah." He looked just a little sheepish. "Maybe I got carried away?" The cook broke off a small piece of cake and popped it in his mouth, tasting. A delicate pink flush came to his face as he swallowed. "...Wow. Shit. Definitely got carried away." Sanji chuckled himself, taking a step back from the table to light a cigarette. "The marimo's probably gonna kill me when he sees how much of the rum I used in this," he added, shaking his head.
Nami laughed. "You're just lucky Robin and I can hold our liquo--"
She was interrupted by a muffled thump as Robin slid out of her chair and onto the floor. Nami gasped, jumping out of her chair. "How much did she have? "
Sanji frantically looked back and forth between the serving tray that held the cake and Robin's plate, counting off on his fingers. "I--uh...shit. Three pieces, maybe? Uh. Big pieces."
"Idiot!" Nami knelt to help Robin up. "Are you okay?" she asked, glad to see the other woman was still conscious. It looked like she must have just lost her balance; maybe it wasn't too bad. Nami realized belatedly that she'd just been assuming Robin's tolerance to alcohol; she'd never really seen her drink much before, so she honestly didn't know how much it took for her to get good and hammered. By the looks of things, three large pieces of Sanji's Triple- Potent Rum Cake might be just enough to get her there.
"I'm fine," Robin answered, her voice still calm as ever, though there was a hint of fuzziness to her pronunciation. "I lost my balance, that's all."
Nami felt Robin lean into her, trying to find her footing so she could stand. "Here," she said, ducking lower to offer a shoulder for the taller woman to lean on. Robin draped an arm loosely around her neck, placing one hand on Nami's shoulder to steady herself. Another hand gripped Nami near her elbow, and another arm or two wrapped themselves around Nami's waist. "Um. All right? Ready to stand?" In her peripheral vision, Nami saw Robin nod.
"Nami-swan, Robin-chwan, let me--"
"You've done enough for today." Nami's icy tone sent Sanji scurrying a few steps back, whimpering. She ignored him, bringing one hand up to grip the side of the dining table to steady herself as she pulled them both up. "Okay, here we go. Oopsie-daisy."
Robin managed better then Nami had expected, getting to her feet fairly smoothly, though she was clinging to the navigator in at least a half-dozen places for support, and showed no signs of loosening her various grips even now that she was upright. "Do you think you can walk?" Nami asked, brow furrowed slightly with concern. "We should probably just get you to bed."
Robin nodded silently and Nami suppressed a sudden hysterical giggle as one of Robin's hands happened to brush against her waist, a few slender fingers somehow having worked themselves under the fabric of her shirt to brush softly against the skin, tickling.
"Well," she finally began breathlessly after composing herself. "I'll help you to our room, okay?"
"That's kind of you." Robin seemed more steady on her feet than Nami had expected, but she didn't let go of her--in fact, she seemed to pull herself even closer to Nami, and (though it was hard to tell, exactly) Nami had the feeling there were a few more arms around her now than there had been a moment ago. Slowly, tangled as they were, the two made a few steps toward the door.
"Oh." Nami paused near the doorway, turning back to Sanji and wagging a finger sternly. "And don't you dare give any of that cake to Chopper, either. ...Luffy and Usopp probably could go without, too"
"Of course, Nami-san!" Sanji seemed near tears. "I'm sorry, Robin-chan! So sorry!"
Nami gave a long-suffering sigh. "Make her some broth or something later, Sanji-kun." She turned back to Robin, raising her brows slightly in question. "Okay, ready to go?"
Robin shook her head slightly. "Wait..."
"Hm? Is something wrong? Do you want to sit dow--" An index finger pressed itself softly against her lips, silencing her, while two hands gently took her chin and tipped her face upward. Robin wore a small smile of amusement, flicking her eyes upward momentarily before returning her gaze to Nami's face. Her face was flushed, just slightly, cheeks pink. Bemused, Nami took a moment herself to look upward, and comprehension dawned as she saw the sprig of mistletoe hanging directly above them. She gave a small nervous laugh. "Ahaha. I don't think we have to worry about that."
"But," the taller woman began, somehow managing to lean her face closer to Nami's despite their proximity, "it's important to respect tradition, don't you think, Nami-chan?" Her breath was sweet.
"...I--" She never had a chance to finish the sentence, because Robin's lips stopped her words. It was just as well, because she'd had no idea what she would have said anyway, and even if she had, she would have forgotten them at the kiss. Robin's lips were soft and surprisingly full, and still carried the heavenly taste of Sanji's cake. Nami felt a slow warm burn against her own lips--the ghost of the rum?-- and surprised herself by giving a soft moan, parting her lips and leaning into Robin.
Robin responded, tipping her head lower to deepen the kiss, arms pulling Nami tighter against her, and Nami in turn let herself go slack, content to let Robin take the lead. She could feel the fullness of Robin's breasts through her tight top, pressing against her. Craving more of that touch, she leaned into Robin even more. ...Wait a minute, I thought she couldn't stand? Then Nami was distracted by a hand rubbing along the back of her thigh, and decided that was a minor detail. She'd never been touched like this before--all over, all at once, hands and arms in dozens of places, and all belonging to one person. It felt safe. It felt...good.
"Mmm, Robin," she murmured softly into the other woman's lips, reaching up to wrap her own arms (only two; so inadequate) around Robin's neck and pull herself up on tiptoe. From there she nipped lightly at Robin's lower lip before kissing her once more, deeply and breathlessly, allowing her tongue to venture through parted lips and explore, meeting Robin's own.
Then a new touch came, surprising her and making her gasp. She could feel a careful trio of fingers moving beneath her panties, their touch light and nimble. They moved slowly at first, eliciting another gasp, and then--when she made no protest--a bit faster, more urgent in their work. No matter what their pace, they were skillful, their movements knowing and practiced, and Nami could only cling to Robin and kiss her, again and again and again, as those clever fingers brought her ever closer to the brink.
When at last Nami cried out in release, it was muffled against Robin's throat, where she had been nuzzling the hollow of her collarbone. Robin's myriad arms supported her then, when Nami's legs went jellied and her body limp, and they held her close until she could stand again without support.
Robin tipped up Nami's chin slightly, and kissed her again, softly. "You see?" she whispered, eyes laughing. "Traditions should always command respect."
Nami could only laugh. "Were you even drunk at all?"
"Ah. I may have exaggerated a bit, but Sanji's cake was rather poten --"
Nami's pained groan cut her off. "We forgot about Sanji-kun!" she whispered frantically. "He was watching the whole time!"
Robin's smile didn't falter as she shook her head, sidestepping to allow Nami a better view of the scene behind her. Sanji stood meekly in place, two arms sprouted from the floor to hold his ankles, while four separate pairs of hands throughly covered his eyes and ears. Nami laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You really thought of everything, didn't you?"
Robin gave a modest half-shrug.
"Still..." Nami began thoughtfully, tapping a finger to her chin.
"Still?"
"We should probably continue this in our room, don't you think?"
Robin's eyebrows shot up a bit, but she looked pleased. "You want to continue, Nami-chan?"
Nami stood on tiptoe again, pressing a quick kiss to Robin's lips. "Obviously. I think it's high time we start a few traditions of our own."
Fandom: One Piece
Character/Pairing: Robin/Nami, (attempted) Sanji/Nami & Sanji/Robin
Rating: PG-13/R
Word Count: ~2000
Notes: Originally written for vilani in a Secret Santa exchange for the RP community mallowmateys (the fic itself is not mallowmateys-based, though). I am really starting to fall in love with writing for One Piece. :D
Tradition
The first thing Nami noticed was the mistletoe. It would be hard to miss, really, given how thoroughly Sanji had decorated the dining area with it: sprigs of the stuff hung strategically near all the exists, and two beribboned bunches in particular hung around the dining table directly above the places Nami and Robin usually sat for meals. "Ah, Nami-san~!" Sanji's grin widened as she entered the room, and Nami didn't miss the way his eyes darted back and forth between her and the mistletoe hanging above her usual chair. She took a cue from Robin, who'd arrived before her, and sat next to the older woman in a mistletoe-free zone.
Tactfully ignoring the look of disappointment that crashed down over Sanji's face, Nami nodded her hellos. "Nami," Robin murmured in greeting, delicately dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a cloth napkin. Nami noticed part of what must have once been a rather large slice of cake sitting in front of the other woman, now mostly eaten. She scarcely had time to look up before Sanji skillfully set a matching plate in front of her as well, with an equally generous slice of cake on it, drizzled in a crystallized sauce of some sort.
"Rum cake," he said in answer to her silent question, grinning again. "It is a traditional dish for the season."
"I see." Nami took the cloth napkin he offered and spread it across her lap. "And what about the others?"
"Those assholes can have the leftovers." A look of annoyance washed quickly over his face before it was replaced with a moony smile. "Besides, ladies~ first!"
"Uh huh." Nami knew what his game was, of course; his plan was so unsubtle that even Luffy--well, okay: scratch that, maybe not Luffy, but just about anyone else would be able to see through it. Nami said nothing, however, simply lifting her fork and taking a large first bite of the cake.
Just as expected for a dessert by Sanji, it was delicious; the cake moist and rich and bursting with flavor. And, just as she'd also been expecting, it was strong. While the taste of the rum wasn't overwhelming--his skills as a cook had allowed him to mask the disproportionate amount of alcohol without compromising the sweetness of the cake--Nami could tell it was there by the subtle warmth that hit her throat as she swallowed. That wasn't exactly a problem for her, though--maybe Sanji had forgotten how well she held her liquor, or maybe he just hoped the unexpectedly strong cake would get her just tipsy enough for him to steal a kiss. Either way, Nami knew it wouldn't work, but she wasn't above having a little fun with the situation.
He was hovering at a polite distance, the way he tended to when waiting for a reaction on a new dish. "Sanji-kun," Nami said, pressing the tines of her fork down on the moist cake to capture another bite, "this is very good."
"Would you like some more, Nami-san?" he said, materializing next to her with a serving tray, never mind the fact that she still had more than half a piece left on her plate. "Or what about you, Robin-chan~? More cake?"
"Thank you," Robin said softly. "Perhaps a bit more..."
Nami again took a bite, as Sanji served another piece to Robin, pretending to think carefully as she chewed. "It's good," she said finally, "but it seems a bit..." She trailed off, letting her brow furrow as she acted like she was casting about for the right words.
Sanji leaned forward, just the smallest bit of concern washing over his face. "What is it, Nami-san? Is it too sweet? Too dry? Not sweet enough?"
She took another bite, chewing slowly. "It's a rum cake, isn't that what you said?"
"...Yes." Now he looked a little perplexed, and it was all Nami could do to stop herself from giggling and giving the game away.
"Maybe you should have used a little more rum. Or didn't you put any in at all?"
Sanji looked like he might cry. "I did, Nami-san! Maybe if you have a bit more..."
Nami snorted, unable to hold in her laughter anymore at the pathetic look on his face. "Oh Sanji-kun, I'm just teasing," she managed between giggles. "This is the strongest damn rum cake I've ever had."
"Ah." He looked just a little sheepish. "Maybe I got carried away?" The cook broke off a small piece of cake and popped it in his mouth, tasting. A delicate pink flush came to his face as he swallowed. "...Wow. Shit. Definitely got carried away." Sanji chuckled himself, taking a step back from the table to light a cigarette. "The marimo's probably gonna kill me when he sees how much of the rum I used in this," he added, shaking his head.
Nami laughed. "You're just lucky Robin and I can hold our liquo--"
She was interrupted by a muffled thump as Robin slid out of her chair and onto the floor. Nami gasped, jumping out of her chair. "How much did she have? "
Sanji frantically looked back and forth between the serving tray that held the cake and Robin's plate, counting off on his fingers. "I--uh...shit. Three pieces, maybe? Uh. Big pieces."
"Idiot!" Nami knelt to help Robin up. "Are you okay?" she asked, glad to see the other woman was still conscious. It looked like she must have just lost her balance; maybe it wasn't too bad. Nami realized belatedly that she'd just been assuming Robin's tolerance to alcohol; she'd never really seen her drink much before, so she honestly didn't know how much it took for her to get good and hammered. By the looks of things, three large pieces of Sanji's Triple- Potent Rum Cake might be just enough to get her there.
"I'm fine," Robin answered, her voice still calm as ever, though there was a hint of fuzziness to her pronunciation. "I lost my balance, that's all."
Nami felt Robin lean into her, trying to find her footing so she could stand. "Here," she said, ducking lower to offer a shoulder for the taller woman to lean on. Robin draped an arm loosely around her neck, placing one hand on Nami's shoulder to steady herself. Another hand gripped Nami near her elbow, and another arm or two wrapped themselves around Nami's waist. "Um. All right? Ready to stand?" In her peripheral vision, Nami saw Robin nod.
"Nami-swan, Robin-chwan, let me--"
"You've done enough for today." Nami's icy tone sent Sanji scurrying a few steps back, whimpering. She ignored him, bringing one hand up to grip the side of the dining table to steady herself as she pulled them both up. "Okay, here we go. Oopsie-daisy."
Robin managed better then Nami had expected, getting to her feet fairly smoothly, though she was clinging to the navigator in at least a half-dozen places for support, and showed no signs of loosening her various grips even now that she was upright. "Do you think you can walk?" Nami asked, brow furrowed slightly with concern. "We should probably just get you to bed."
Robin nodded silently and Nami suppressed a sudden hysterical giggle as one of Robin's hands happened to brush against her waist, a few slender fingers somehow having worked themselves under the fabric of her shirt to brush softly against the skin, tickling.
"Well," she finally began breathlessly after composing herself. "I'll help you to our room, okay?"
"That's kind of you." Robin seemed more steady on her feet than Nami had expected, but she didn't let go of her--in fact, she seemed to pull herself even closer to Nami, and (though it was hard to tell, exactly) Nami had the feeling there were a few more arms around her now than there had been a moment ago. Slowly, tangled as they were, the two made a few steps toward the door.
"Oh." Nami paused near the doorway, turning back to Sanji and wagging a finger sternly. "And don't you dare give any of that cake to Chopper, either. ...Luffy and Usopp probably could go without, too"
"Of course, Nami-san!" Sanji seemed near tears. "I'm sorry, Robin-chan! So sorry!"
Nami gave a long-suffering sigh. "Make her some broth or something later, Sanji-kun." She turned back to Robin, raising her brows slightly in question. "Okay, ready to go?"
Robin shook her head slightly. "Wait..."
"Hm? Is something wrong? Do you want to sit dow--" An index finger pressed itself softly against her lips, silencing her, while two hands gently took her chin and tipped her face upward. Robin wore a small smile of amusement, flicking her eyes upward momentarily before returning her gaze to Nami's face. Her face was flushed, just slightly, cheeks pink. Bemused, Nami took a moment herself to look upward, and comprehension dawned as she saw the sprig of mistletoe hanging directly above them. She gave a small nervous laugh. "Ahaha. I don't think we have to worry about that."
"But," the taller woman began, somehow managing to lean her face closer to Nami's despite their proximity, "it's important to respect tradition, don't you think, Nami-chan?" Her breath was sweet.
"...I--" She never had a chance to finish the sentence, because Robin's lips stopped her words. It was just as well, because she'd had no idea what she would have said anyway, and even if she had, she would have forgotten them at the kiss. Robin's lips were soft and surprisingly full, and still carried the heavenly taste of Sanji's cake. Nami felt a slow warm burn against her own lips--the ghost of the rum?-- and surprised herself by giving a soft moan, parting her lips and leaning into Robin.
Robin responded, tipping her head lower to deepen the kiss, arms pulling Nami tighter against her, and Nami in turn let herself go slack, content to let Robin take the lead. She could feel the fullness of Robin's breasts through her tight top, pressing against her. Craving more of that touch, she leaned into Robin even more. ...Wait a minute, I thought she couldn't stand? Then Nami was distracted by a hand rubbing along the back of her thigh, and decided that was a minor detail. She'd never been touched like this before--all over, all at once, hands and arms in dozens of places, and all belonging to one person. It felt safe. It felt...good.
"Mmm, Robin," she murmured softly into the other woman's lips, reaching up to wrap her own arms (only two; so inadequate) around Robin's neck and pull herself up on tiptoe. From there she nipped lightly at Robin's lower lip before kissing her once more, deeply and breathlessly, allowing her tongue to venture through parted lips and explore, meeting Robin's own.
Then a new touch came, surprising her and making her gasp. She could feel a careful trio of fingers moving beneath her panties, their touch light and nimble. They moved slowly at first, eliciting another gasp, and then--when she made no protest--a bit faster, more urgent in their work. No matter what their pace, they were skillful, their movements knowing and practiced, and Nami could only cling to Robin and kiss her, again and again and again, as those clever fingers brought her ever closer to the brink.
When at last Nami cried out in release, it was muffled against Robin's throat, where she had been nuzzling the hollow of her collarbone. Robin's myriad arms supported her then, when Nami's legs went jellied and her body limp, and they held her close until she could stand again without support.
Robin tipped up Nami's chin slightly, and kissed her again, softly. "You see?" she whispered, eyes laughing. "Traditions should always command respect."
Nami could only laugh. "Were you even drunk at all?"
"Ah. I may have exaggerated a bit, but Sanji's cake was rather poten --"
Nami's pained groan cut her off. "We forgot about Sanji-kun!" she whispered frantically. "He was watching the whole time!"
Robin's smile didn't falter as she shook her head, sidestepping to allow Nami a better view of the scene behind her. Sanji stood meekly in place, two arms sprouted from the floor to hold his ankles, while four separate pairs of hands throughly covered his eyes and ears. Nami laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You really thought of everything, didn't you?"
Robin gave a modest half-shrug.
"Still..." Nami began thoughtfully, tapping a finger to her chin.
"Still?"
"We should probably continue this in our room, don't you think?"
Robin's eyebrows shot up a bit, but she looked pleased. "You want to continue, Nami-chan?"
Nami stood on tiptoe again, pressing a quick kiss to Robin's lips. "Obviously. I think it's high time we start a few traditions of our own."