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"Are you nearly done, Nami?"

Nami groaned and set her pen down on top of her partially finished map. "No. Not even close. You nearly done with your book?"

Robin smiled down at the book in her hands, open to about halfway through. She was a fast reader, but the book was long. "Not even close."

"I think it's past midnight."

"Already?"

"Yeah, we've been at this for a while. Want to go grab a snack?"

"That sounds lovely. Is Sanji on watch tonight?"

"Oh." Nami frowned. "Yeah, he is. That poses a problem."

"How so? I figured he'd be more than happy to fix us something."

"That's the issue. He'll insist on making us something, and it'll be ridiculously fancy and take forever. We don't have time for that, I've gotta finish my map and I know you won't get in bed until you're done with that book."

Robin smiled. "You've got me there. I suppose you're right about Sanji, but I'm sure we could just avoid him."

"Well, we’ll have to be careful." Nami stood up from her desk. "It's a pretty straight shot from here to the kitchen, we just have to go out to the observation deck and down the ladder. If we're quick, he won't see us. Assuming he's at the helm, at least… He might be in the crow's nest, in which case he might. Usopp's the other one on watch, they probably split up, meaning it could be Usopp in the–"

"Nami, dear, you're overthinking it. If he sees us, that's fine, we can tell him we're on our way to the bathroom. Usopp's our sniper, so he's likely the one in the crow's nest. I doubt Sanji will spot us from the helm."

Nami turned away in what she hoped was an inconspicuous way, trying to hide the pink blush that bloomed on her cheeks. Since their rejoinment at Sabaody, when they became much closer friends, Robin had picked up the habit of casually calling her "dear," or other endearing terms. Nami told herself repeatedly that it didn't mean anything, she was only being friendly– And she does the same to Chopper, after all– but it didn't stop embarrassment from flooding her every time.

"You're right, sorry. We'll just hurry over there and hope he doesn't see us." Nami beckoned Robin over to the library door and peeked out its window, looking for any sign of Sanji.

"It'll be much easier if I look," Robin said, peering over Nami's shoulder. She closed her eyes and summoned a Devil Fruit eye on the outside of the door, giving her a much better vantage point.

She was silent for a moment, then opened her eyes. "It's a bit hard to tell from this distance, but I do see a lit lantern by the helm, and I think the person next to it is Sanji. We should be good to go."

"Fantastic." Nami eased open the door and silently gestured for Robin to follow her as she quickly walked over to the observation deck. Robin opened the hatch to the ladder with a Devil Fruit arm before Nami could reach for it herself, and she shot Robin a grateful smile. She swung her legs inside and descended the ladder, Robin following close behind and shutting the hatch above her.

Once Nami's feet were safely on the kitchen floor, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Made it. Ah, but…" She cast an irritated glance at the dark room around her. "Can't turn the lights on, can we? Sanji will see it."

Robin stepped off the last rung of the ladder. "That's true, I didn't consider that. It's far too dark in here to do anything."

Nami's eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly, helped by the faint moonlight filtering in through the windows, and she made her way over to the dining table. With a triumphant smile, she held up a lantern that had been left there earlier that day. "As long as we can find matches, we've got light."

"I'm sure there's matches by the stove." Rather than make her way over there in the dark, Robin used an eye and an arm to search the counter next to the stove for stray matches. Finding none, she opened a drawer, and soon held up a box of matches, identified as such by the rough striking pad on the side. She passed it to herself via a few Devil Fruit arms and handed the box to Nami, who lit the lantern, flooding the room with a soft, warm light.

"Well, hopefully he won’t see the lantern light through the windows." Nami brought the lantern over to the kitchen counter and started rifling through the cupboards. "What do you want to eat?"

"Well, it probably shouldn’t be anything too large, considering how late it is."

Nami scoffed. "Who cares? Let’s see– we’ve got some fruit we should eat soon, before it goes bad… Or I could make us sandwiches, I know you love those."

"Hm. Sandwiches do sound quite nice."

"Sandwiches it is, then. What kind?"

"Any kind is fine. Whatever you want."

Nami hummed softly and tapped the code into the lock on the fridge to search for ingredients. "We'll see what's in here, and make something out of whatever we find." She pulled the fridge door open and rifled through it. "There's bread on the counter over there, can you grab four slices?"

"Of course." Robin took four pieces and set them on top of two plates she retrieved from the cupboard. "Do you want me to–" She paused and tilted her head.

At her sudden silence, Nami pulled her head out of the fridge and turned around, a head of lettuce in her hand. "What?"

Robin frowned and walked over to the door, peering out of its window. "I thought I heard something. Oh, Sanji's not at the helm anymore."

"He's what?" Nami shoved the lettuce back into the fridge and hurried over to the door. "We can't let him see us, he'll kill us for meddling in his kitchen."

"No, he wouldn't kill us."

"That's true. Anyone else, though, would be dead by now." Nami squinted out the window. "Shit, you're right, he’s not at the helm. Do you think he's coming this way?"

"He may just be going to the bathroom, or retrieving something from his room."

"Either way, he might see us. The lantern's far enough away from the windows that he won't see the light, but–"

Robin startled, her eyes widening. "Shhh."

Nami turned around. "What?"

Robin pressed a finger to her lips and gave her an insistent glare.

"Did you hear something? Do you think he's–"

Nami's startled gasp was muffled by Robin's hand, pressed firmly against her mouth and causing her back to lay flush against the door. "Quiet," Robin mouthed, gesturing outside. "Sanji."

Nami froze, completely motionless. She was surprised at Robin's sudden movement, mostly, but something else stirred inside her.

It was no secret that Robin had beautiful hands. It was hard not to notice, considering how often she used her power to duplicate them. They were slim but strong, her nails always trimmed perfectly, never a scratch or blemish in sight, unless after a battle.

And it was no secret to Nami that she really, really liked them. She tried not to stare whenever Robin smoothly turned the pages of her book ("I've never seen her get a papercut," she'd note to herself, staring at her own scarred and ink stained fingers) or when she sprouted extra hands to carry things, and she tried incredibly hard to not consider the other applications of such a power, or to imagine what those hands might feel like against her skin.

All those efforts fell apart when she finally got her wish, and Nami knew she was in trouble.

The feeling of Robin's hand clasped over her mouth, palm against her lips, strong and firm and so, so warm, just like she'd always imagined them to be… Nami felt her cheeks heating up as her mind rushed to places she really didn't want it to go, at least not right then, and she squirmed away from Robin's hand–

"Don't move," Robin hissed quietly, pressing her hand harder– and there, there it was, Nami felt her brain turn to putty and her eyes glaze over, and it took every ounce of effort she could muster to swallow down the whine that rose in her throat.

Robin leaned in closer, her mouth next to Nami's ear. "He's still there," she whispered, so quiet Nami had to strain to make out the words.

It was increasingly difficult to think through the haze of arousal that had overtaken her, and at that moment, Nami would have preferred getting caught by Sanji over staying in this position for even a second longer; Robin's hand against her mouth, their faces dangerously close, and– oh, Nami realized at that moment where Robin's knee was, pressed against her thigh so close to–

Nami shifted, almost unconsciously, twisting her hips (maybe to get away from Robin, maybe to get closer, she wasn't quite sure), but the movement caused the door against her back to creak.

"Nami." Robin leaned back to catch her gaze, giving her a look that was clearly a warning not to move. Nami stared back, wide-eyed, her cheeks burning hotter under Robin's scrutinizing gaze. She tried, she tried so hard to keep her mind in check, but the way Robin said her name, so softly and so threateningly, sent her over the edge. The whine she'd suppressed rose up with full force, muffled by Robin's palm but still dangerously audible, and the sound of her own desperation made her knees even weaker.

Unexpectedly, though, the look in Robin's eyes changed immediately to one of concern. She pulled away, stepping backwards and removing her hand from Nami's mouth, though her palm still hovered inches away. Her gaze flicked to the door and she waited for a moment, frozen, until her shoulders sagged in relief.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked. "Sanji's gone, we can talk now. I'm sorry if I– if I hurt you, or if you couldn't breathe, or something. I was just– I panicked, I guess. I'm–"

Nami wanted to sink into the floor. Look what you've done now, she thought to herself. What the fuck is wrong with you? She was just trying to help, and you got so worked up over something completely innocent. It's pathetic, honestly.

"Robin, really, it's fine. I was…" The words stalled in her throat. The arousal clouding her thoughts made her almost dizzy, and it was impossible to think coherently. "I– I was just startled. That's all. It's fine."

"Your breathing is erratic and your face is red." Robin stepped closer and laid two fingers below her jaw to check her pulse. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Nami pushed her hand away. "I'm absolutely fine. Are you sure Sanji's gone? How can you even tell?"

"I summoned an eye on the wall. I watched him walk away, he's around the side of the kitchen now, on the balcony. Nothing to worry about for the moment." Robin studied Nami's expression. "If you're sure nothing's wrong, we can get the–"

Nami breezed past her, thankful for a way to escape the tension that was building in the air between her and her crewmate. "Yes, back to the snacks."

"It might not be wise to do it immediately, though. I'm still watching him, and it looks like he's going around to the back of the upper deck." Robin paused, her gaze unfocused as she watched him with her Devil Fruit eyes. "He's holding something– Oh. Of course."

Nami habitually tugged at the hem of her shirt, still trying to rein in her errant thoughts. "What's he doing?"

Robin smiled. "Feeding the fish in the aquarium. He probably wants to make sure they're healthy, so they taste good when he cooks them for us. How kind of him."

Nami leaned against the counter, using the feeling of her palms against it to ground herself and pull her thoughts back on track. "Sounds like something he'd do. I didn't know he fed them, though, I always assumed it was Usopp or Franky."

"I didn't know either, he must do it while on watch or before anyone else is awake." Robin's real eyes refocused as she shifted her attention from Sanji to Nami. "He seems to be almost done, we should wait for him to descend the stairs before continuing."

"Right. Yeah." Nami drummed her fingers against the counter and lowered her head to hide her still-present blush.

I can't believe I'm lusting after my own crewmate. I'm no better than Sanji. That thought sunk in, dread settling in her stomach. Oh my God, I'm exactly like Sanji. She resisted the urge to check her upper lip for blood.

Robin stepped closer to her. "Nami?"

"Huh?"

"Would you look at me for a moment?"

Oh no. Hesitantly, Nami raised her head to meet Robin's eyes.

"Your hair is quite tangled, I hadn't noticed before. May I touch it?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure. I haven't brushed it since yesterday, I was too busy."

Robin smiled and carded her fingers through Nami's hair. She gently worked out a few tangles– an innocent action, really– but being in such close proximity to Robin's hand again wasn't helping Nami's attempt to calm down. "With hair this long, you ought to brush it more frequently than that. It's too pretty to be so messy," Robin said.

Please don't call me pretty right now, Robin, it's incredibly inconvenient. "I know I should, but time gets away from me sometimes." Nami let out a nervous laugh.

"With everything you do for our crew, it's no wonder you're so busy." Robin's fingers caught on a tangle and she pulled roughly on Nami's hair.

Nami, to her immediate horror, couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her mouth.

Robin pulled her hand back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pull so hard, I didn't think that knot was so…" She trailed off, blinking in confusion as she realized the noise Nami made wasn't one of pain.

Nami covered her mouth, her cheeks burning hotter with embarrassment and humiliation. I didn't even know I liked having my hair pulled so much– Did she notice what it actually was? She thought, for a moment, that she could play off the noise with a cough–

Until she glanced up and saw Robin staring at her. Nami withered under her gaze, and she could practically see the gears turning in Robin's head as she put two and two together and realized why Nami was acting so strange.

Nami saw it click, and a small smile touched Robin's lips. With a creeping sense of dread, she watched Robin open her mouth–

"Are you aroused, Miss Navigator?"

The return of the old nickname nearly made Nami crumble to the ground.

"N-no, I don’t know what you mean–"

"Oh, don’t you?" Robin stepped closer to Nami. "Was it because I put my hand over your mouth?"

Nami tried to shrink away, but was trapped against the counter. "That– Well, I–"

"Don't deny it, sweetheart."

Fuck. The feelings Nami had been desperately trying to suppress overtook her all at once, like a dam breaking, and she had to clench her teeth to stay quiet.

"I've seen the way you look at me, you know. The way you stare at my hands when you think I'm not looking at you. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Nami stared at the floor so she didn't have to make eye contact. Has she known all along?

"It certainly doesn't help that we share a bed, does it? It must've been unbearable to lay next to me all that time."

It was.

Robin cupped her hand underneath Nami's chin and forced her head up so she could meet her eyes. "Are you embarrassed of it?"

Nami swallowed hard. I can't deny it anymore. I thought she wouldn't notice, I thought I hid it well enough, but it's too late now. "Y-yes," she answered hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Robin smiled– though it might be more accurately called a smirk– and leaned down dangerously close to Nami's face. "Miss Navigator?"

Nami struggled to respond for a moment. Her heart was racing so fast it was almost painful, and her breathing was so quick and shallow that it was making her lightheaded. "What?"

"May I kiss you now?"

"You– what?"

"You heard me," Robin said, her fingers sliding up from Nami's chin to cup her cheek.

Nami tightened her grip on the counter behind her. "Y-yeah–"

Her words were swallowed by Robin's lips against hers. Nami made a muffled noise, half of surprise and half of pleasure. She was so stunned it took her a moment to remember how to move, but as soon as she regained conscious thought she kissed Robin back.

Far too soon, Robin pulled away. Nami blinked a few times, dazed and overwhelmed.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Robin said.

Nami looked down again, too shy to meet her eyes. "Yeah. Me too."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just– just overwhelmed a little, is all."

Robin gently rubbed comforting circles into Nami's cheek. "I understand, it's a lot to take in at once. And you certainly seem to be dealing with–" she glanced down at Nami's legs "–a lot."

Nami realized she'd been unconsciously pressing her thighs together, and her blush grew hotter.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No! No, I just… it's hard to think, when I'm…"

"Yes, you do seem to be rather turned on."

Hearing it said out loud was completely humiliating. "Sorry," Nami said, unsure how else to respond.

"No, no. I think it's adorable." Robin leaned in and kissed her again, harder and more insistent this time. Nami grabbed a fistful of Robin's shirt and pulled her in closer, rising up on her tiptoes so they were more even in height. Robin's left hand moved from Nami's cheek to the back of her neck, and her other hand brushed Nami's waist, slowly moving downwards to her hip.

Robin pulled back again, her lips hovering inches away from Nami's. "I'm sure it would be much easier to think properly if I took care of that for you," she said, her fingers brushing the waistband of Nami's jeans.

"It– Well, I–" Nami swallowed, her mouth going dry. "I-if you want to," she finally managed to whisper.

"No, dear, an answer like that isn't good enough." Robin's fingers dipped below Nami's waistband, tracing lightly across her hipbone. "I need a yes."

Nami bit down hard on her bottom lip. I know I shouldn't. A relationship like this between crewmates will only end up complicating everything, and we could get caught so easily, and–

"Yes."

Robin hummed softly in approval. "Good girl. Thank you."

Good– What did she just call me? If it was anyone else, any other situation, Nami would've scoffed at how patronizing it sounded. Hearing it come from Robin, though, was–

Before she could hold it back, Nami made a noise halfway between a moan and a whimper. She flinched in embarrassment, but Robin smiled. "Do you like that, love?"

Against her better judgement, Nami nodded. Robin removed her fingers from Nami's hip– much to Nami's dismay, as she nearly whined again from the loss of contact– and traced inwards, lightly grinding the heel of her hand against Nami's crotch through her jeans. Nami gasped and pressed her hips into Robin's touch, struggling to hold back pleas for more.

"I never thought I'd see our navigator undone like this," Robin said. "I never imagined I'd see you so vulnerable and unsure of yourself."

"Oh, shut up. It's not my fault, it– oh. Oh fuck."

"Does that feel good?" Robin smirked, tilting her hand at an angle she knew would hit Nami in exactly the right spot.

Nami groaned through gritted teeth. "Yes. More, please, oh my God–" Suddenly, she tensed and her eyes shot up to meet Robin's. "Wait, Robin, what about Sanji?"

"Hm? Oh, don't worry, he's long gone. I was keeping an eye on him, he finished feeding the fish a while ago and left."

Nami relaxed, her body like putty held up only by the counter behind her. "Good, this is the last situation I'd ever want him to find me in."

"Yes, it is quite compromising." Robin leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of Nami's neck. "But fortunate for me."

Nami shut her eyes and let her head fall back, giving Robin full access to cover her throat in soft kisses. Soft pants escaped her mouth as she rocked her hips against Robin's hand.

"You know," Robin continued, her lips brushing Nami's throat, "it hasn't just been you wanting this, all this time."

Nami opened her eyes, staring at Robin with surprise. "What?"

"Well, with a girl as pretty as you, who wouldn't imagine it?" Robin changed her tactic, switching from the heel of her hand to her fingers and began rubbing against Nami's jeans, hard enough to brush her clit but not enough pressure to fully satisfy her, and was met with a soft moan from Nami. "I thought about it more often than I'd like to admit. Those two years apart only intensified my feelings, and seeing you again, after so long, dressed in that…" Robin chuckled quietly. "It drove me mad, thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you."

Nami's frustration was building, Robin's teasing touches only adding to her arousal until it was so intense it was almost painful. She cupped Robin's cheek and pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Then tell me. Tell me what you want to do to me," she said, all embarrassment thrown out the window.

Robin smiled. "Why don't I show you instead?"

Nami’s breath caught in her throat and she barely had time to react before Robin looped an arm around her waist and pulled her over to the couch against the wall of the dining room. Nami stumbled for a moment, almost tripping over a chair at the dining table, but Robin’s arm held her upright. Robin sat on the couch and pulled her down, and Nami landed awkwardly in Robin’s lap. For a moment, she almost apologized and scrambled off, but Robin grabbed her hips and pulled her in closer.

"Let's get these shorts off now, hm?"

Minutes ago, Nami would've blushed, maybe hesitated, but the feeling of Robin underneath her, so close to her, eroded any doubts she once held.

"Please."

That word was all the confirmation Robin needed. The smell of flowers hit Nami's nose as Robin used two extra hands to lift Nami's thighs up, so her real hands could undo the button on her shorts and slip them off, without even bothering to unzip them.

Nami braced her hands on Robin's shoulders, barely containing her whimpers as Robin's fingers gripped her thighs with incredible strength. It was strength she'd expected– Nami had seen the things those hands were capable of, she'd seen glimpses of the power residing below Robin's gentle exterior– but even so, experiencing that strength up-close was better than she'd ever imagined it to be.

Robin tossed Nami’s shorts aside, not caring where they landed as long as they were off. She then lowered Nami back down, and adjusted her position so that she was straddling Robin's right leg, with her knees touching the couch on either side of Robin’s thigh.

Nami kept her legs tense, so she wasn't sitting on Robin's thigh, but rather hovering slightly above it. Though her clit ached for any kind of stimulation, and she desperately wanted to grind against Robin’s thigh, she knew there would be a wet spot on her panties that she didn't dare stain Robin's jeans with.

Panties. Oh fuck.

At that moment, Nami looked down and realized what she was wearing. Plain white cotton underwear. That's the most unsexy thing I could possibly have on right now. I know I hadn't planned for this, but really, I need to start wearing my pretty lace ones just in case–

As if reading Nami's mind, Robin raised her thigh to make contact with her.

Nami's eyes snapped back up to meet Robin's. "But your jeans–"

"What, are you wet enough to soak through your underwear?" Robin said teasingly, a hand caressing Nami's thigh. Whether it was a real one or a Devil Fruit one, Nami wasn't sure, but she was too enraptured by Robin's eyes to look down, and she nearly forgot to respond.

"I… think so, yeah."

"No need to be embarrassed about it, love." Two hands grasped Nami's hips, and another reached up to brush a thumb across her lips. The hands on her hips pulled sharply forward, and Nami gasped at the friction, her body moving on its own to chase more.

"Does that feel good?" Robin asked, but there was a tinge of a smirk on her lips that told Nami she already knew the answer.

Even so, Nami nodded, grinding down on Robin's thigh harder. She bit her lip to hold in a moan, but the same thumb that had touched her lips moments before now slipped between them, holding her mouth slightly open so she could no longer muffle her noises. Nami knew there must be a wet spot forming on Robin's jeans by now, but she couldn't bring herself to care anymore, too caught up in chasing her own pleasure.

Her eyes screwed shut, gasps and moans slipping from her mouth, and she had to concentrate hard on not biting down on Robin's thumb, for fear of hurting her.

Suddenly, more hands were all over her, one tangling in her hair, one sliding up the back of her shirt, one grasping her own hand. Nami let out a choked gasp, desperately rutting her hips against Robin's thigh. It was all so much, but she still ached for more. She could barely string two words together, but she managed to whine a distorted "Please."

Robin's thumb retreated from Nami's mouth, leaving her own saliva smeared on her bottom lip. Nami opened her eyes, meeting Robin's half-lidded gaze. In the back of her mind, Nami realized that Robin looked as much of a mess as Nami did, her chest heaving with quick breaths and her cheeks flushed bright pink. "Please, I– I need more," Nami said, the words clearer this time.

"Please what?" Robin whispered, craning her neck up so her lips just barely brushed Nami's, hardly enough to be called a kiss but enough to set Nami on edge even more.

Oh God, she's gonna make me say it. "Please– please fuck me, Robin," she said, clutching Robin's shirt and resisting the urge to bury her face in Robin's shoulder.

"Good girl." Robin cupped Nami's cheek, her eyes soft and warm but full of need, just as Nami's were. "But if you want me to stop, at any point, just–"

"I get it, Robin, please just–"

"No, no, listen. If you want to stop, I'll stop, okay? I won't do anything you don't want."

Nami nodded, the reassurance soothing even when she didn't need it. "Okay."

Robin tugged at the bottom of Nami's shirt, and Nami obediently lifted her arms so it could be pulled off of her. Again, Nami cursed her plain white bra, wishing she'd worn something prettier. At least it matches. I'll wear something nicer next time.

"Next time"? Since when is there going to be a next time?

Nami's thoughts were interrupted by Robin's hands on her shoulders, and by the way Robin was looking at her, it seems she didn't mind her choice of clothing as long as it came off.

Robin ran her fingers gently across Nami's tattoo, caressing the scars underneath. Nami felt a second pair of hands brush against her back, and before she could do it herself, her bra was undone and tossed on the couch beside her.

"So pretty," Robin murmured, trailing kisses along Nami’s collarbone and brushing a thumb across Nami’s nipples.

"Not fair," Nami whined, tugging at Robin’s sleeve. "You’ve still got everything on."

Robni chuckled and reluctantly pulled her hands away from Nami’s chest. "Fine, then." She summoned hands to undo the buttons of her shirt, but Nami pushed them aside so she could do it herself.

Robin watched Nami with a smile as she fumbled with the buttons, her eyebrows scrunched in concentration, and absentmindedly traced circles on Nami’s thigh with her thumb. She managed to undo the last button, pulling the sides of her shirt aside and spreading her fingers across Robin’s stomach, feeling the taut muscle underneath her skin. Her other hand worked its way up to Robin’s breasts, still clothed in a plain black bra. Just as Robin had to her, Nami peppered kisses across her chest, her breath hot on Robin’s skin.

Robin’s head fell back onto the couch behind her, and she moaned softly as Nami ran a finger across her nipple and her mouth across the other, hard enough from the combination of arousal and the chilly nighttime air to be visible through the fabric covering them. As she did, however, her hips continued their slow rockng against Robin's thigh, almost involuntarily, and Robin was reminded of why she was doing this in the first place.

Before Nami could undo Robin's bra or coax her into removing her jeans, Robin summoned extra arms to grip Nami's hips tightly and lift her up. Nami made a small noise of surprise, but as Robin hooked her fingers in the elastic band of Nami's panties and glanced up at her for approval, her expression softened back into desire and she nodded.

With some slightly awkward maneuvering on Nami's part, Robin managed to pull her panties off and set them beside her, though not before smiling at the visible wetness on them. Nami, however, stared down at the wet patch on Robin's jeans with something akin to horror.

"Fuck, Robin, I'm sorry– I should've had you take them off beforehand–" A Devil Fruit hand firmly covered her mouth, and a moan rose up in the back of her throat at the now-familiar feeling, though unlike last time she made no effort to hide it.

"I could always take them off now, couldn't I?" Robin said, moving Nami back until her feet made contact with the floor. Her legs were unsteady, and if not for Robin's arms holding her up, she probably would have collapsed.

Robin quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off, and for a moment Nami lamented she couldn't pull them off, until her eyes landed on Robin's thighs and she stopped caring about whatever manner her jeans were removed in.

Devil Fruit hands wrapped around Nami's waist and pulled her back into Robin's lap, again straddling her leg. "R-Robin–"

"What is it, baby?" Robin's real hands roamed up and down Nami's ribs. She scratched lightly across Nami's skin experimentally, and was met with a pleased whimper.

"Robin," Nami said again, her brain too scattered to form anything more coherent. "Please–"

Robin smiled, enraptured by the sight of Nami in front of her. Her cheeks flushed, her hair messy, entirely exposed and begging desperately to be taken care of. Robin didn't think she'd ever seen anything prettier.

"You've been such a good girl," Robin whispered, pulling Nami's hips toward her and dragging Nami's slick pussy against the top of her thigh. Robin nearly moaned at that, the feeling of Nami so wet she was almost dripping, all because of her, because of Robin. "You've asked so nicely, I have to give you what you want now, don't I?"

Nami pressed down harder against Robin's leg and rocked back and forth, so turned on that she was close to cumming already. She couldn't form any response other than a nod and a whimper, her eyes screwed shut.

Robin summoned hands all over her, caressing and lightly scratching every inch of Nami's pale freckled skin that she could. Nami's own hand raised to grasp a hand that was cupping her face and pulled it to her mouth, planting messy kisses along its palm.

"You look so, so pretty like this," Robin murmured, admiring the faint red welts her fingernails left across Nami's stomach. Nami’s hips increased their pace on Robin's thigh as moans slipped from her half-open mouth.

"You've been such a good girl, such a good girl for me, my love," Robin said. She felt Nami's thighs tense hard under her touch and saw her jaw clench as she hovered right on the edge of release, and leaned in close to her ear.

"Cum for me, baby," she whispered, and Nami fell apart, her back arched and her legs trembling, her hand holding tightly to Robin’s like a lifeline. Her hips stuttered as she came down, her chest heaving. Robin pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then to her lips, and Nami kissed back, her moans swallowed by Robin's mouth.

"I'm so proud of you, love," Robin said once she'd pulled away. Nami pressed her forehead against Robin's shoulder, her mind still too fuzzy to fully process words, much less speak.

A few moments later, when Nami straightened back up again, Robin pressed her fingers to Nami's lips and coaxed her into opening her mouth. She slipped two fingers inside, running them across Nami's tongue. "Good girl," she said when Nami started sucking on them.

Realizing what Robin planned, Nami's eyes went wide and she focused all her remaining mental energy into getting Robin's fingers as wet as she could, swirling her tongue along her skin and trying her hardest not to bite down on her knuckles.

Once Robin felt they were wet enough– though, admittedly, she waited a few long seconds after she was satisfied; watching Nami's cheeks hollow around her fingers was hotter than she'd ever admit out loud– she lightly tapped Nami's cheek and removed her hand.

"Good girl, thank you," she said, lowering her hand down, dragging her fingertips lightly down Nami's breasts and stomach as she went to admire the slick trail they left. Robin's thumb brushed against Nami's sensitive clit and she instinctively twitched away, until Robin's finger slid inside her and she melted into the feeling. She slid another in with no resistance, and curled them in a way that made Nami breath stop entirely.

"You can cum again for me, can't you, sweetheart?" Robin said, and though Nami wasn't sure if she could, she nodded obediently. It didn't matter how overly sensitive she was, she'd do anything Robin asked of her.

It took her a long moment to realize Robin was waiting for a response. "Y-yeah," she said, though it came out more like a whimper.

"Good girl," Robin said, and the praise made Nami dizzy. Robin's fingers thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, but as Nami rocked her hips into Robin's hand, she sped up. With every thrust she curled her fingers, and Nami's brain was so overwhelmed with pleasure she couldn't do anything but lay against Robin's chest and take it. All fear of getting caught was gone now, and her moaning was loud and unabashed, interspersed with soft whines every time Robin's fingers stroked the spot inside her that made her see stars.

Robin caught Nami's lips in a kiss, sliding her tongue against Nami's teeth. Her free hand tangled in Nami's hair, pulling her closer, Nami's moans muffled by Robin's mouth. The heel of Robin's hand hit Nami's clit and she shuddered, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful, her hips bucking forward to chase it again.

Nami grabbed at Robin's shirt and pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath, her chest aching. Robin took the opportunity to grind her hand against Nami's clit again, and Nami's back arched as she moaned.

"You're such a good girl, Nami, so good for me," Robin murmured, and hearing her own name on Robin's lips, spoken so gently, absolutely ruined her.

"Robin, I— oh fuck—" Nami gritted her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut. Robin summoned Devil Fruit hands all around her, caressing her sides, scratching along her thighs, teasing her nipples. The feeling of Robin's hands all over her, the exact thing she'd dreamed about during long, sleepless nights, touching her in all the places she'd imagined them to, it was all too much at once and Nami came again with a choked moan, her thighs clenching around Robin's hand.

Robin gently pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, savoring the taste. "You were so good for me, love," she whispered, wiping her hand off on her unbuttoned shirt.

Nami couldn't do anything but whimper, her legs still trembling. Robin kissed her again, slow and sweet, and wrapped her arms around Nami's waist, the rest of her hands dissolving. Nami melted into the touch, sighing against Robin's lips.

Nami broke the kiss first, tucking her head against Robin's chest, every inch of her body exhausted. Robin pressed her cheek to the top of Nami's head and stroked her hair, whispering praise and sweet nothings, ignoring the need pooling between her own legs in favor of holding Nami close, feeling her breath tickle Robin's collarbone.

For a long moment they stayed like that, Nami's brain still fuzzy from the pleasure, until she blinked a few times and straightened up.

"What is it, dear?" Robin said, brushing a stray piece of hair away from Nami's brow.

Nami blinked again, her eyes struggling to focus, and Robin saw an idea form so clearly in Nami's mind it was almost tangible on her face. A smile tugged slowly at her lips.

"Your turn," was all she said, wriggling out of Robin's grasp and onto the floor.

"No, you don't have to– just–" Robin reached to pull her back up, but Nami brushed her hand away with a smirk.

"It's only fair, Robin," she said, and this time it was Robin nearly moaning at the sound of her own name. Nami reached out to touch Robin's thighs, but her hand stilled and she glanced back up. "If that's– if that's okay. If you want."

Robin swallowed hard and nodded, the need she'd ignored in favor of pleasing Nami hitting her all at once, and it took all of her willpower to not beg Nami to touch her.

The uncertainty disappeared from Nami's face and she eagerly ran her hands up Robin's thighs, spreading them apart. Robin shifted so her hips were on the edge of the couch to give Nami easier access, and Nami settled between her legs, littering kisses along the inside of her thighs. She reached the top of Robin's right thigh and blushed at the visible smear of wetness there. Robin saw her notice it and smirked, reaching down to brush her thumb across Nami's cheek.

"I think you ought to clean up your own mess, hm?" Robin said, and bit back a giggle at the way Nami's blush darkened. Hesitantly, Nami licked it, but seeing the approval in Robin's eyes, quickly began to clean it up. The taste of her own arousal made her squirm, heat almost beginning to pool between her legs again, but she had to shove that aside in favor of focusing on Robin. Even after she knew she'd licked up any remaining wetness, she didn't stop, because underneath it was the intoxicating taste of Robin's skin, like flowers and soap and something else unnameable but so distinctly Robin.

Robin's giggle escaped her lips this time, and she reached down to caress the top of Nami's head. "You can stop now, love," she said, and Nami whined low in the back of her throat, flicking the edges of Robin's shirt aside to kiss a line up her stomach, the softness of her skin not entirely obscuring the taut muscle underneath. Her fingers ghosted across Robin's clit through her panties, though rather than stopping and pressing harder, they glided up to her hipbones.

"Oh, you're such a fucking tease," Robin groaned, grabbing Nami's wrist. Nami only smirked and twisted her hand to interlock her fingers with Robin's, continuing to leave a trail of hickeys along Robin's abs.

With a final kiss pressed to Robin's ribs, Nami shifted down, retracing the trail she'd left. The hand not holding Robin's– Nami cursed, for the thousandth time, that she only had two– glided down to hook a finger in Robin's panties. She kissed Robin's clit through the fabric and glanced up at her, a question in her eyes.

Robin nodded– for once, it was her too flustered for words, and Nami relished being on the other side of it– and Nami pulled them down, not bothering to untangle them from Robin's ankles. Robin did it for her, kicking them off and away, and immediately let out a choked moan when Nami's tongue collided with her pussy.

Watching Nami come undone under her touch, hearing her moan, watching her brow furrow and cheeks flush as she came, affected Robin a lot more than she realized, and all that pent-up need uncoiled instantly. Her hand shot down to fist in Nami's hair, and she just barely had enough conscious thought left to refrain from pulling too hard and hurting her– though if the soft whine Nami let out was anything to go by, it wasn't entirely successful.

She was shockingly wet, and if Nami had paused long enough to give more than a cursory glance at her panties, she would've noticed how soaked they were. Her tongue slid through Robin's folds, savoring the taste of her arousal– though even more than that Nami savored the fact that it was her who made Robin this way, her who made Robin so wet.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me," Robin said, and Nami didn't have to look up to know that she was smirking. Her fingers carded through Nami's hair, lightly scratching circles into her scalp, and Nami worked at her clit harder, desperate to please her. Robin's thighs tensed, a deep moan rising from her throat and all pretense of gentleness leaving as she roughly pulled at Nami's hair.

"Fuck, Nami, I–" Robin summoned a hand by her face to cover her mouth so she didn't moan too loudly.

Nami pulled away from Robin momentarily to frown up at her. "Come on, I want to hear you."

Robin uncovered her mouth, surprised. "You want to–" Her words were cut off by a moan as Nami's mouth returning to its place, running her tongue against Robin's pussy.

"Yeah, just like that," Nami murmured, the vibrations of her words against Robin's clit making her fingers tighten in Nami's hair.

Robin hadn't expect Nami to be so good with her tongue, but it was exhilarating, sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine and making her thoughts go as fuzzy and disjointed as Nami's had been. The hand by her face dissolved and her head fell back against the couch, quiet gasps and whines leaving her mouth every time Nami's tongue stroked against her clit. Robin's fingers tightened in her hair and pulled her face closer, her hips grinding against Nami's mouth.

"God, that feels so good, Nami, don't stop," Robin moaned, her head spinning. "Feels so fucking good, you're such a good girl."

Nami couldn't help the smile that twitched at her lips and she moved her tongue even faster, sucking gently at Robin's clit. She was rewarded with more praise, Robin murmuring "good girl, good girl," under her breath, interspersed with quiet moans.

Nami was started to get lightheaded from lack of air, but with Robin's thighs clenching around Nami's face, the last thing on her mind was pausing. Robin's moans and praises increased in volume, her hips bucking against Nami's face, and with a final hard stroke of her tongue, Robin came, her legs tensed and shaking. Nami fucked her through it, eagerly licking up the wetness that flowed into her mouth, and it was only when Robin's hand left Nami's hair that she pulled back and gasped for air. She took a few breaths and leaned back down, swirling her tongue around Robin's entrance one last time to savor any taste left there, before she raised herself back up to catch Robin's lips in a kiss so hard and deep it felt bruising.

Robin let out one last moan at the taste of herself on Nami's tongue and pulled back, her face flushed and her breath shallow. Nami cupped Robin's cheek, and before she could ask the question hovering behind her teeth, Robin answered it for her.

"Yes," she panted, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Nami's ear. "You did so well, that felt so good." She pressed her forehead to Nami's and pulled her closer. "My good girl. Come here, baby."

Nami shifted into her lap, tucking her head just below Robin's chin. Robin absentmindedly stroked Nami's hair, still basking in the warm, fuzzy afterglow of her orgasm. Her other hand traced lazy circles across Nami’s shoulder blades, and Nami's arms wrapped around her waist.

It was a long time before the silence was finally broken.

"What about your book?" Nami whispered.

Robin shrugged, tracing her fingers down Nami's spine. "The book can wait."

Nami laughed softly. "I've never heard you say that before."

"This night certainly holds a lot of unexpected things," Robin said. "What about the food?"

Nami lifted her head from Robin's chest to give her a cheeky grin. "I just ate."