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salmon_pink) wrote2008-01-23 08:52 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2008-01-23 08:52 pm
(One Piece) Flutter
Title: Flutter
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy/Nami
Rating: R
Words: 1178
Timeline: Post-Drum Island
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "gentle".
Summary: He's the only one she can't lie to.
Nami hasn’t said anything, but she knows she doesn’t need to. Should have known he’d find out, because she can’t keep anything from him.
She wonders if Vivi noticed, if she saw how Nami wasn’t really sleeping and ran to their Captain.
But that’s probably not the case, because Luffy sees his crew in a way none of them can understand, and Luffy knows the difference between bickering, squabbling and petty fights, and the tension of something being wrong.
Nami doesn’t like that she’s the thing that’s wrong, because she’s supposed to be better, she’s supposed to be right. But her body can’t quite keep up, although it’s trying its best, and if she could just relax, if she could just let go, everything would just settle back to the way things were.
They need to get to Alabasta, and Drum Island and all her pain is already a memory, and Nami needs to push beyond her own limitations, and Luffy just stares at her evenly and doesn’t say anything.
She needs to sleep, without nightmares, without restlessness and fear, and her body is so exhausted but her mind is so awake.
She needs to be back on deck, directing them through the ocean, but Luffy’s blocking the stairs and she doesn’t have the energy to even glare at him.
He has that look on his face, that look that says he’s only pretending to listen, carefully blank, but it’s not a lack of interest, she knows that. It’s because he knows her too well already, and he already knows she has a million dismissals and excuses for the dark circles under her eyes that foundation and willpower can’t quite cover, and he’s ready to hear all the things she doesn’t say. Luffy participates in conversation in two ways; hearing what he wants to hear and hearing what he needs to hear, and what he needs to hear are all the things Nami’s trying so hard to guard, to keep from them all.
She opens her mouth to ask him to move, to tell him to stop staring, to snap that she has to navigate or everything will be for nothing, but the words don’t come, and Luffy’s already heard all her secrets just by looking into her eyes, she can tell.
Instead something goes wrong and she’s falling, and she finds herself slumping forward, her forehead pressing against his shoulder. Feeling exhausted and drained, and he doesn’t move, just remains perfectly still and solid for her to lean against.
“I’m tired,” she murmurs, and it seems like the easiest of all her feelings to offer up, and yet the worst of them.
Luffy doesn’t nod or answer, just remains staring forward, and she wonders what’s going through his mind. Wonders if he’s digesting her words, if he’s looking for the meaning there or if he’s taking them at face value, but she already knows he understands.
She came so close to losing her life, and she’s never really thought about it before, because there were too many lives at stake for her to do something as selfish as die. And now she can’t dwell on it, because there are so many more counting on her to help deliver their Princess.
Death should be respected and feared and something to be held in awe, and all Nami can think about is the sensation of her hand slapping over that bug in Little Garden, the triviality of it. The flap of a mosquito’s wings, and an entire nation could fall because of their delay.
It’s terrifying and real, and she needs to sleep but the image won’t leave her alone. She can’t talk about it, but she can’t keep it all locked inside, and she closes her eyes and feels Luffy’s warmth and doesn’t quite want to let the moment go.
Except she has to, she knows she does, and she forces herself to pull away and meet Luffy’s eyes.
What she sees there makes her heart ache.
Luffy’s eyes are dark and wide and so earnest it’s almost painful and she’s rarely seen him so serious outside of battle.
“I was scared,” he says, and his voice is as strong as ever and there’s no frustration or sadness on his face. No fear, because the danger has passed and they’re all back together and sailing on, and Luffy believes in them all so much, believes in her so much, and Nami closes her eyes and nods tightly.
“I know,” she whispers, and she never imagined she’d have somebody she could rely on so completely, not outside of her village and Nojiko’s smile and Bellemere’s memory. Somebody to look out for her, somebody she could look for, balanced and equal and so much stronger together than apart, and Nami had grown too used to being alone.
His arms wrap around her, pull her close, but it’s Nami who tilts her head back, who seeks his lips. His kisses are slow but so deep, and warmth spills through her as exhaustion seeps away. His arms around her waist pull her flush against him and she rises onto tiptoes, slides her arms around his neck, and lets him support her.
Death has been haunting her, the suddenness of it, the inevitability, and she fears for them all. Yet that fear can’t help but melt under the force of Luffy’s optimism and she feels his strength fill her, take her. She’s alive, they’re all alive, and they’re moving on together and maybe she lost sight of that, but Luffy’s one of the few people able to guide her.
He pulls her higher up his body, her feet leaving the floor, and she allows him to carry her across the room. Their lips don’t part as he lowers her, and her back presses against the mattress and for the first time since leaving Drum Island she doesn’t instantly think of insects and snow and Vivi’s tears. Can think of nothing but Luffy as he moves over her, and the material of his vest rasps slightly over the sensitive skin at her midriff, but there’s no pain, only a flutter of sensation. The skin is mostly healed, only slightly tender, and the red mark of the bite is mostly faded, and Nami shivers as Luffy’s fingers seem to follow her thoughts and brush across her stomach.
She’s surprised at the need that suddenly flares within her, but she doesn’t need to ask and his hand instinctively moves lower. Her breath catches and her kisses grow more urgent and he seems content to let her set the pace. His movements are careful, purposeful, but she knows it’s because he’s reading every tremble and gasp and he’s savouring her, and his fingers twist and stroke and she rolls her hips into it. Wants more and she feels so alive, and it seems so obvious, yet it’s almost like a revelation.
Nami arches her head back, feels her worries shimmer away to nothing, and Luffy continues to watch her, eyes wide and serious and dark with understanding.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy/Nami
Rating: R
Words: 1178
Timeline: Post-Drum Island
Notes: For
50_smutlets, prompt "gentle". Summary: He's the only one she can't lie to.
Nami hasn’t said anything, but she knows she doesn’t need to. Should have known he’d find out, because she can’t keep anything from him.
She wonders if Vivi noticed, if she saw how Nami wasn’t really sleeping and ran to their Captain.
But that’s probably not the case, because Luffy sees his crew in a way none of them can understand, and Luffy knows the difference between bickering, squabbling and petty fights, and the tension of something being wrong.
Nami doesn’t like that she’s the thing that’s wrong, because she’s supposed to be better, she’s supposed to be right. But her body can’t quite keep up, although it’s trying its best, and if she could just relax, if she could just let go, everything would just settle back to the way things were.
They need to get to Alabasta, and Drum Island and all her pain is already a memory, and Nami needs to push beyond her own limitations, and Luffy just stares at her evenly and doesn’t say anything.
She needs to sleep, without nightmares, without restlessness and fear, and her body is so exhausted but her mind is so awake.
She needs to be back on deck, directing them through the ocean, but Luffy’s blocking the stairs and she doesn’t have the energy to even glare at him.
He has that look on his face, that look that says he’s only pretending to listen, carefully blank, but it’s not a lack of interest, she knows that. It’s because he knows her too well already, and he already knows she has a million dismissals and excuses for the dark circles under her eyes that foundation and willpower can’t quite cover, and he’s ready to hear all the things she doesn’t say. Luffy participates in conversation in two ways; hearing what he wants to hear and hearing what he needs to hear, and what he needs to hear are all the things Nami’s trying so hard to guard, to keep from them all.
She opens her mouth to ask him to move, to tell him to stop staring, to snap that she has to navigate or everything will be for nothing, but the words don’t come, and Luffy’s already heard all her secrets just by looking into her eyes, she can tell.
Instead something goes wrong and she’s falling, and she finds herself slumping forward, her forehead pressing against his shoulder. Feeling exhausted and drained, and he doesn’t move, just remains perfectly still and solid for her to lean against.
“I’m tired,” she murmurs, and it seems like the easiest of all her feelings to offer up, and yet the worst of them.
Luffy doesn’t nod or answer, just remains staring forward, and she wonders what’s going through his mind. Wonders if he’s digesting her words, if he’s looking for the meaning there or if he’s taking them at face value, but she already knows he understands.
She came so close to losing her life, and she’s never really thought about it before, because there were too many lives at stake for her to do something as selfish as die. And now she can’t dwell on it, because there are so many more counting on her to help deliver their Princess.
Death should be respected and feared and something to be held in awe, and all Nami can think about is the sensation of her hand slapping over that bug in Little Garden, the triviality of it. The flap of a mosquito’s wings, and an entire nation could fall because of their delay.
It’s terrifying and real, and she needs to sleep but the image won’t leave her alone. She can’t talk about it, but she can’t keep it all locked inside, and she closes her eyes and feels Luffy’s warmth and doesn’t quite want to let the moment go.
Except she has to, she knows she does, and she forces herself to pull away and meet Luffy’s eyes.
What she sees there makes her heart ache.
Luffy’s eyes are dark and wide and so earnest it’s almost painful and she’s rarely seen him so serious outside of battle.
“I was scared,” he says, and his voice is as strong as ever and there’s no frustration or sadness on his face. No fear, because the danger has passed and they’re all back together and sailing on, and Luffy believes in them all so much, believes in her so much, and Nami closes her eyes and nods tightly.
“I know,” she whispers, and she never imagined she’d have somebody she could rely on so completely, not outside of her village and Nojiko’s smile and Bellemere’s memory. Somebody to look out for her, somebody she could look for, balanced and equal and so much stronger together than apart, and Nami had grown too used to being alone.
His arms wrap around her, pull her close, but it’s Nami who tilts her head back, who seeks his lips. His kisses are slow but so deep, and warmth spills through her as exhaustion seeps away. His arms around her waist pull her flush against him and she rises onto tiptoes, slides her arms around his neck, and lets him support her.
Death has been haunting her, the suddenness of it, the inevitability, and she fears for them all. Yet that fear can’t help but melt under the force of Luffy’s optimism and she feels his strength fill her, take her. She’s alive, they’re all alive, and they’re moving on together and maybe she lost sight of that, but Luffy’s one of the few people able to guide her.
He pulls her higher up his body, her feet leaving the floor, and she allows him to carry her across the room. Their lips don’t part as he lowers her, and her back presses against the mattress and for the first time since leaving Drum Island she doesn’t instantly think of insects and snow and Vivi’s tears. Can think of nothing but Luffy as he moves over her, and the material of his vest rasps slightly over the sensitive skin at her midriff, but there’s no pain, only a flutter of sensation. The skin is mostly healed, only slightly tender, and the red mark of the bite is mostly faded, and Nami shivers as Luffy’s fingers seem to follow her thoughts and brush across her stomach.
She’s surprised at the need that suddenly flares within her, but she doesn’t need to ask and his hand instinctively moves lower. Her breath catches and her kisses grow more urgent and he seems content to let her set the pace. His movements are careful, purposeful, but she knows it’s because he’s reading every tremble and gasp and he’s savouring her, and his fingers twist and stroke and she rolls her hips into it. Wants more and she feels so alive, and it seems so obvious, yet it’s almost like a revelation.
Nami arches her head back, feels her worries shimmer away to nothing, and Luffy continues to watch her, eyes wide and serious and dark with understanding.
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So sweet! Excellent job.
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This makes me hug myself with happiness, it's so lovely.