(One Piece) Scorch
Title: Scorch
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nami/Vivi
Rating: NC-17
Words: 630
Timeline: Alabasta
Notes: For 10lilies, prompt "good intentions".
Summary: Nami has a way of distracting people, no matter the severity of the situation.
It's another casual touch, a gentle hand, long tapered fingers pressing against the small of her back, and she grew up in this heat so there’s no excuse for the deep flush, the way she’s sweating.
That twinkle in the other girl’s eye that everyone else assumes means Nami has caught the scent of money, but Vivi knows it’s quite a different hidden treasure on the redhead’s mind.
And they’ve finally reached her homeland, and they’re so close to her goal, and she knows she’s putting her friends in danger, even if they assure her that they don’t mind, that they crave it. But her mind, which should be so clear, should be so focused, can’t help drifting to thoughts of her own cravings.
Long nights in near-darkness, bodies pressed together, gleaming flesh and the taste of salt on her tongue and the tang of oranges in the air.
And she feels those nights slipping through her fingers like the scorching desert sand, and she knows that if she even pauses for a single moment that desolate feeling swimming in the pit of her stomach may just rear up and drown her.
But Nami is still there with those stolen touches and those looks so heated she can feel them searing her skin. She curses Sanji and his taste, because the outfits he chose for herself and Nami show so much flesh, cling to Nami’s curves so wickedly, leave so much of Vivi exposed to Nami’s sneaking fingers.
Nami is a master thief and her ability to steal Vivi’s voice with the simplest brush of skin on skin never ceases to amaze.
Her throat feels dry, but her mouth feels so moist, and she is certain her legs are trembling.
Which makes it all the more difficult when the others look to her for direction.
And Nami’s lips quirk and the barest hint of tongue snakes out to wet them.
Vivi’s mind shakes.
Nami’s tongue twisting into her for the first time, how she’d lost control of her voice, her hips, the way she’d thought she might cry, might just shiver and break to pieces, even as her hips angled for more…
Nami’s teeth grazing over a nipple, one hand too rough and just perfect against her breast, and the way Vivi hadn’t been able to breathe but Nami had been panting hard enough for both of them…
Secret kisses in secret places, ankles between her own, kicking her legs apart, fingers pressing and questing, even as the voices of their nakama drifted down from the deck…
The taste of Nami on her tongue, the way it had surprised her, the way she’d tried to draw back, only for Nami’s thighs to clamp on either side of her head, fingers in her hair drawing her forward…
The filthy words Nami had mumbled into her neck, promises to show her things Princesses should never see, as a hand slid down her back, further, past her tailbone…
It is a passion for her country that draws her voice forth, allows her to muster the strength to make the decisions that could affect an entire population. To the Going Merry, to Yuba, to the Rebellion.
Her nakama grin and nod and she feels a rush of warmth that has everything to do with love for them and a rush of heat that has everything to do with the smile Nami rewards her.
Vivi is determined to save her country, and she will do so, and that is what guides her actions.
But if their course might involve a few more stolen minutes in the comfort of their shared cabin, well, that may not have been the intention, but Vivi has learnt not to deny herself. After all, she learnt that from the best.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nami/Vivi
Rating: NC-17
Words: 630
Timeline: Alabasta
Notes: For 10lilies, prompt "good intentions".
Summary: Nami has a way of distracting people, no matter the severity of the situation.
It's another casual touch, a gentle hand, long tapered fingers pressing against the small of her back, and she grew up in this heat so there’s no excuse for the deep flush, the way she’s sweating.
That twinkle in the other girl’s eye that everyone else assumes means Nami has caught the scent of money, but Vivi knows it’s quite a different hidden treasure on the redhead’s mind.
And they’ve finally reached her homeland, and they’re so close to her goal, and she knows she’s putting her friends in danger, even if they assure her that they don’t mind, that they crave it. But her mind, which should be so clear, should be so focused, can’t help drifting to thoughts of her own cravings.
Long nights in near-darkness, bodies pressed together, gleaming flesh and the taste of salt on her tongue and the tang of oranges in the air.
And she feels those nights slipping through her fingers like the scorching desert sand, and she knows that if she even pauses for a single moment that desolate feeling swimming in the pit of her stomach may just rear up and drown her.
But Nami is still there with those stolen touches and those looks so heated she can feel them searing her skin. She curses Sanji and his taste, because the outfits he chose for herself and Nami show so much flesh, cling to Nami’s curves so wickedly, leave so much of Vivi exposed to Nami’s sneaking fingers.
Nami is a master thief and her ability to steal Vivi’s voice with the simplest brush of skin on skin never ceases to amaze.
Her throat feels dry, but her mouth feels so moist, and she is certain her legs are trembling.
Which makes it all the more difficult when the others look to her for direction.
And Nami’s lips quirk and the barest hint of tongue snakes out to wet them.
Vivi’s mind shakes.
Nami’s tongue twisting into her for the first time, how she’d lost control of her voice, her hips, the way she’d thought she might cry, might just shiver and break to pieces, even as her hips angled for more…
Nami’s teeth grazing over a nipple, one hand too rough and just perfect against her breast, and the way Vivi hadn’t been able to breathe but Nami had been panting hard enough for both of them…
Secret kisses in secret places, ankles between her own, kicking her legs apart, fingers pressing and questing, even as the voices of their nakama drifted down from the deck…
The taste of Nami on her tongue, the way it had surprised her, the way she’d tried to draw back, only for Nami’s thighs to clamp on either side of her head, fingers in her hair drawing her forward…
The filthy words Nami had mumbled into her neck, promises to show her things Princesses should never see, as a hand slid down her back, further, past her tailbone…
It is a passion for her country that draws her voice forth, allows her to muster the strength to make the decisions that could affect an entire population. To the Going Merry, to Yuba, to the Rebellion.
Her nakama grin and nod and she feels a rush of warmth that has everything to do with love for them and a rush of heat that has everything to do with the smile Nami rewards her.
Vivi is determined to save her country, and she will do so, and that is what guides her actions.
But if their course might involve a few more stolen minutes in the comfort of their shared cabin, well, that may not have been the intention, but Vivi has learnt not to deny herself. After all, she learnt that from the best.