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salmon_pink) wrote2008-10-02 11:37 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2008-10-02 11:37 pm
(One Piece) Treasured
Title: Treasured
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nojiko/Nami
Rating: R
Words: 527
Timeline: Cocoyashi Village
Notes: Incest. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "cemetery".
Summary: A moment of peace in the storm of celebration.
The entire village is drunk. Bellemere would find the whole thing hilarious.
Nami can hear the laughter and the song in the air as she sits in front of Bellemere’s grave. She turns her glass in a lazy circle, none too careful as she watches the amber liquid inside catch the fading light, and if a few drops slosh over the side and fall to the soil, well, that’s no loss.
It’s Bellemere’s party too, after all.
Nojiko’s breath is warm against her exposed shoulder, even as dusk sweeps over them and the air chills. It sends a shiver down her spine, and she hears Nojiko’s breathing catch behind her.
Her hand is as warm as her breath, and Nami doesn’t object as Nojiko begins to slide her top higher up her chest, only settles her glass down on the earth and raises her arms.
Nojiko’s hands are as slow and sure as ever, soothing her, reassuring, but Nami still shifts restlessly under them. She can feel everything not around them, the lack of walls and curtains and sheets pulled over their heads, and she feels exposed but not nervous.
She’s bared so much of herself already, let Luffy and her nakama see everything she’s guarded for so long, and she feels lighter for it, and she feels beautiful under Nojiko’s lips.
Nojiko’s hands at her waist attempt to steady her, but they can’t keep her from leaning back into each kiss, squirming as they trail over the back of her neck. Nojiko’s nose is pressed to her hair, and she can feel the shallowness of her breathing, the soft panting that shows Nami isn’t the only one that needs this, although Nojiko’s stable hands don’t betray her.
It’s different to those stolen snatches of time before, rushed kisses and hurried hands before the call of treasure lured Nami away. She feels as if Nojiko is exploring her, as if she didn’t already know Nami inside out, and she allows herself to be mapped and chartered, stretches and arches under the attention.
Nojiko is almost reverent as her lips press to the fresh tattoo on Nami’s shoulder, and the scent of blood and cheap whiskey mixes with the familiar tang of tangerines, and it smells like home, and they both know Nami can’t stay.
Nojiko’s fingers dip lower and Nami spreads her thighs for her, leaning against Nojiko’s chest, feeling the comforting curves press against her. Nojiko smiles against her skin and Nami can picture the exact smirk, slow and easy and knowing and full of strength, and she feels her own lips imitate it as the pace grows a touch more feverish.
Fingers curl against her, into her, and they match the speed of her heartbeat, and Nami’s bare toes curl into the earth and there’s laughter and happiness on her tongue as orgasm takes her.
She’s shaking slightly but she barely cares as she settles back into Nojiko’s lap, just taking a moment to breathe, and Nojiko’s arms wrap around her, hold her close while they can, and her pale skin glows the colour of gold and of freedom under the strength of the sunset.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nojiko/Nami
Rating: R
Words: 527
Timeline: Cocoyashi Village
Notes: Incest. For
50_smutlets, prompt "cemetery".Summary: A moment of peace in the storm of celebration.
The entire village is drunk. Bellemere would find the whole thing hilarious.
Nami can hear the laughter and the song in the air as she sits in front of Bellemere’s grave. She turns her glass in a lazy circle, none too careful as she watches the amber liquid inside catch the fading light, and if a few drops slosh over the side and fall to the soil, well, that’s no loss.
It’s Bellemere’s party too, after all.
Nojiko’s breath is warm against her exposed shoulder, even as dusk sweeps over them and the air chills. It sends a shiver down her spine, and she hears Nojiko’s breathing catch behind her.
Her hand is as warm as her breath, and Nami doesn’t object as Nojiko begins to slide her top higher up her chest, only settles her glass down on the earth and raises her arms.
Nojiko’s hands are as slow and sure as ever, soothing her, reassuring, but Nami still shifts restlessly under them. She can feel everything not around them, the lack of walls and curtains and sheets pulled over their heads, and she feels exposed but not nervous.
She’s bared so much of herself already, let Luffy and her nakama see everything she’s guarded for so long, and she feels lighter for it, and she feels beautiful under Nojiko’s lips.
Nojiko’s hands at her waist attempt to steady her, but they can’t keep her from leaning back into each kiss, squirming as they trail over the back of her neck. Nojiko’s nose is pressed to her hair, and she can feel the shallowness of her breathing, the soft panting that shows Nami isn’t the only one that needs this, although Nojiko’s stable hands don’t betray her.
It’s different to those stolen snatches of time before, rushed kisses and hurried hands before the call of treasure lured Nami away. She feels as if Nojiko is exploring her, as if she didn’t already know Nami inside out, and she allows herself to be mapped and chartered, stretches and arches under the attention.
Nojiko is almost reverent as her lips press to the fresh tattoo on Nami’s shoulder, and the scent of blood and cheap whiskey mixes with the familiar tang of tangerines, and it smells like home, and they both know Nami can’t stay.
Nojiko’s fingers dip lower and Nami spreads her thighs for her, leaning against Nojiko’s chest, feeling the comforting curves press against her. Nojiko smiles against her skin and Nami can picture the exact smirk, slow and easy and knowing and full of strength, and she feels her own lips imitate it as the pace grows a touch more feverish.
Fingers curl against her, into her, and they match the speed of her heartbeat, and Nami’s bare toes curl into the earth and there’s laughter and happiness on her tongue as orgasm takes her.
She’s shaking slightly but she barely cares as she settles back into Nojiko’s lap, just taking a moment to breathe, and Nojiko’s arms wrap around her, hold her close while they can, and her pale skin glows the colour of gold and of freedom under the strength of the sunset.
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