(One Piece) Fortune
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salmon_pinkTitle: Fortune
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nami/Vivi
Rating: NC-17
Words: 954
Timeline: Post-Drum Island
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
10lilies, prompt "lucky".
Summary: Reward for her sins.
Nami had never been one to sit and wait. There had simply been no time for it, and the clock that had ticked in her ears had been the heartbeat of her village.
She had never expected rescue, never expected any kind of aid.
There was no Prince Charming on her horizon, just an endless ocean of treasure waiting for her, calling to her.
Except there had been a rescue, nakama who had come to her aid, and they needed her as much as she needed them, and Nami had never expected to need anyone.
There was still no Prince Charming, just a gaggle of slightly crazed and infuriating men that Nami couldn’t live without.
And a Princess with beautiful blue hair that rippled and swayed in the breeze, more captivating than any ocean or any treasure, and sad sad eyes and the most mesmerising smile that Nami had ever seen.
Vivi was their nakama, and her pain became theirs, and their world revolved around her, in the same way their world revolved around Luffy and Zoro and Usopp and Sanji and Chopper, and Nami herself.
Every smile was a blessing, every peal of laughter was a gift, and Nami had grown up counting beri, but this was a different kind of treasure to count. She kept a mental tally, listing every different quirk of Vivi’s lips. Every embarrassed and grateful smile, every shocked and delighted grin, every sincere and dazzling beam.
Those smiles meant the world to Nami, and it was only natural that it upset her to see Vivi chewing fitfully on her bottom lip.
“Stop that,” Nami whispered, but Vivi only whimpered, eyes slightly wild. Her skin was flushed a pale rose, damp hair a darker shade of blue that matched the near-black of her eyes, pupils wide and searching.
Nami frowned, but it was affectionate and aroused and so so hungry, and Vivi needed to stop staring at her like that, and Nami wanted her to never look away.
Nami’s hand fisted in Vivi’s top, dragging it higher up her chest, eyes shrewd and appreciative as she revealed the toned stomach and ample breasts contained beneath. Vivi made a soft sound but remained still, sprawled across the bed, and Nami always loved her like that, so lost in her pleasure that she was near-helpless with it, victim of her own hormones. Every movement restricted to instinct; the arch of her back, the tilt of her head, hands balling in the sheets and thighs falling open beneath Nami’s touch.
“Here,” Nami purred, and she didn’t think it was possible for Vivi’s eyes to get any wider, for her pupils to look more blown. Impossible for her to look more delectable than she already did, yet watching her obediently part her lips so Nami could place the edge of the fabric between her teeth was enough to send a spike of sensation shooting down Nami’s spine, settling between her legs.
Vivi’s mouth seemed to kiss at the fabric, and her lips were spared the abuse of her own teeth worrying on them, but the sense of urgency that rose within Nami at the sight was overpowering, and she was panting as she crawled back down Vivi’s body.
She kissed a path over Vivi’s thighs, returning to the heat between them, and the sound Vivi made was muffled by the fabric in her mouth, but it only sounded more sinful, only spurred Nami on. She could never get tired of it, the feel of it, the taste, and the way Vivi arched off the bed as Nami’s tongue pressed inside, as though a string at her chest was being pulled taut and Nami was the all too willing puppet master. Except Vivi was far too talented at pulling Nami’s own strings, at pushing her buttons, even though she didn’t always seem to realise it.
She knew Vivi was close, and usually Nami liked to tease, to draw out every touch and every responding moan, but the image of Vivi holding the hem of her top in her mouth, keeping the clothing held up and exposing herself so wantonly, was burned across her mind, and Nami needed to hurry. Needed to hear more of those frantic little noises, and the muscles in Vivi’s thighs trembled beneath Nami’s hands as she pushed her tongue in, twisting it as she pulled it back out before pushing back in, building a quick and messy rhythm. She could feel Vivi shiver and pulse around her, and she could taste just how close she was, and Nami licked higher, dragged her tongue over Vivi’s clitoris, pressed her lips to it. Kissed at it, and sucked at it ever so slightly and she felt Vivi jolt and heard her cry out, felt Vivi’s thighs try to press against the sides of her head as her body seized, the fabric slipping from her mouth as she panted and whined, and Nami only stopped her leisurely licking when Vivi’s whimpers took on an almost pained edge.
Nami eased herself back onto the bed, shifting uncomfortably under the pressure of her own need, but always happy to watch Vivi in the afterglow. Waiting for her to regain her breath, waiting to continue, and Vivi’s top was still half-pulled up her chest, and Vivi was flushed and shivering and the smile on her face was warm and a little awed.
They were nakama, all of them, and Vivi’s smiles should have belonged to everyone, but there were some secret looks that Nami kept hidden away in her mental tally, some that were hers alone, and Nami had never found nor desired her Prince Charming, but she’d been lucky enough to find the perfect Princess.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nami/Vivi
Rating: NC-17
Words: 954
Timeline: Post-Drum Island
Notes: For
10lilies, prompt "lucky". Summary: Reward for her sins.
Nami had never been one to sit and wait. There had simply been no time for it, and the clock that had ticked in her ears had been the heartbeat of her village.
She had never expected rescue, never expected any kind of aid.
There was no Prince Charming on her horizon, just an endless ocean of treasure waiting for her, calling to her.
Except there had been a rescue, nakama who had come to her aid, and they needed her as much as she needed them, and Nami had never expected to need anyone.
There was still no Prince Charming, just a gaggle of slightly crazed and infuriating men that Nami couldn’t live without.
And a Princess with beautiful blue hair that rippled and swayed in the breeze, more captivating than any ocean or any treasure, and sad sad eyes and the most mesmerising smile that Nami had ever seen.
Vivi was their nakama, and her pain became theirs, and their world revolved around her, in the same way their world revolved around Luffy and Zoro and Usopp and Sanji and Chopper, and Nami herself.
Every smile was a blessing, every peal of laughter was a gift, and Nami had grown up counting beri, but this was a different kind of treasure to count. She kept a mental tally, listing every different quirk of Vivi’s lips. Every embarrassed and grateful smile, every shocked and delighted grin, every sincere and dazzling beam.
Those smiles meant the world to Nami, and it was only natural that it upset her to see Vivi chewing fitfully on her bottom lip.
“Stop that,” Nami whispered, but Vivi only whimpered, eyes slightly wild. Her skin was flushed a pale rose, damp hair a darker shade of blue that matched the near-black of her eyes, pupils wide and searching.
Nami frowned, but it was affectionate and aroused and so so hungry, and Vivi needed to stop staring at her like that, and Nami wanted her to never look away.
Nami’s hand fisted in Vivi’s top, dragging it higher up her chest, eyes shrewd and appreciative as she revealed the toned stomach and ample breasts contained beneath. Vivi made a soft sound but remained still, sprawled across the bed, and Nami always loved her like that, so lost in her pleasure that she was near-helpless with it, victim of her own hormones. Every movement restricted to instinct; the arch of her back, the tilt of her head, hands balling in the sheets and thighs falling open beneath Nami’s touch.
“Here,” Nami purred, and she didn’t think it was possible for Vivi’s eyes to get any wider, for her pupils to look more blown. Impossible for her to look more delectable than she already did, yet watching her obediently part her lips so Nami could place the edge of the fabric between her teeth was enough to send a spike of sensation shooting down Nami’s spine, settling between her legs.
Vivi’s mouth seemed to kiss at the fabric, and her lips were spared the abuse of her own teeth worrying on them, but the sense of urgency that rose within Nami at the sight was overpowering, and she was panting as she crawled back down Vivi’s body.
She kissed a path over Vivi’s thighs, returning to the heat between them, and the sound Vivi made was muffled by the fabric in her mouth, but it only sounded more sinful, only spurred Nami on. She could never get tired of it, the feel of it, the taste, and the way Vivi arched off the bed as Nami’s tongue pressed inside, as though a string at her chest was being pulled taut and Nami was the all too willing puppet master. Except Vivi was far too talented at pulling Nami’s own strings, at pushing her buttons, even though she didn’t always seem to realise it.
She knew Vivi was close, and usually Nami liked to tease, to draw out every touch and every responding moan, but the image of Vivi holding the hem of her top in her mouth, keeping the clothing held up and exposing herself so wantonly, was burned across her mind, and Nami needed to hurry. Needed to hear more of those frantic little noises, and the muscles in Vivi’s thighs trembled beneath Nami’s hands as she pushed her tongue in, twisting it as she pulled it back out before pushing back in, building a quick and messy rhythm. She could feel Vivi shiver and pulse around her, and she could taste just how close she was, and Nami licked higher, dragged her tongue over Vivi’s clitoris, pressed her lips to it. Kissed at it, and sucked at it ever so slightly and she felt Vivi jolt and heard her cry out, felt Vivi’s thighs try to press against the sides of her head as her body seized, the fabric slipping from her mouth as she panted and whined, and Nami only stopped her leisurely licking when Vivi’s whimpers took on an almost pained edge.
Nami eased herself back onto the bed, shifting uncomfortably under the pressure of her own need, but always happy to watch Vivi in the afterglow. Waiting for her to regain her breath, waiting to continue, and Vivi’s top was still half-pulled up her chest, and Vivi was flushed and shivering and the smile on her face was warm and a little awed.
They were nakama, all of them, and Vivi’s smiles should have belonged to everyone, but there were some secret looks that Nami kept hidden away in her mental tally, some that were hers alone, and Nami had never found nor desired her Prince Charming, but she’d been lucky enough to find the perfect Princess.
