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Nami had to wiggle the handle and bump the shabby motel door with her shoulder before it would open, the old wood so distorted and rotten that it constantly jammed. There was almost no need for a need for a key, it barely did anything as the lock gripped onto the frame for dear life. The room on the other end of the door was hardly any better. Ratty curtains, sheets with holes in and stains on the carpet which were best not questioned. It was vile.
It was, however, better than staying at Arlong’s estate. Especially as there were prostitutes that practically lived there too, not that she had anything against them, but it was the men she didn’t want to be around whilst that was going on. If one of them drunkenly tried a hand on the back of her thigh again, she’d finish off the entire mob herself. She was sure Arlong would approve anyway, with his keen enthusiasm for bloodlust and his soft spot for her. After all, she did bring in the most cash and was by far the easiest on the eyes out of all his underlings.
The first thing she did when the door shut behind her was walk straight to the bed in the dim room and prop a leg up on the bed to undo the holster around her thigh, throwing it onto the bed and rubbing the chaffed skin. Honestly, men had it so much easier; they could hide it in jackets, have a holster around their chest under their jackets or just in plain sight and no one would bother them. Maybe she should start a petition-
“Nami,” the man’s deep voice greeted evenly.
The voice of someone that definitely wasn’t her or someone she was expecting had her lunging for the gun on her bed and pointing it towards the source of the voice with practised ease.
She’d recognise that low-baritone voice anywhere, but her confirmation came when the light from the far corner lamp was turned on. A well-built body covered by a black suit with the usual striped shirt and slicked back green hair. She knew this man very well.
Roronoa Zoro.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” she stated.
“Didn’t do a very good job, did you?” He snorted, amusement evident in his tone and expression so infuriatingly smug that mess be damned, she was tempted to shoot him right there and then, adding another suspicious stain to the flooring.
There was a pregnant pause where neither spoke and both evenly stared at the other until she threw her gun back on the bed.
“You’re supposed to be dead until we’re ready to make our move, you’re going to blow my cover.” Her hands on her hips as she waited for an explanation.
“Consider your cover blown,” he said, getting up from the chair and walking over towards the window to look out at the empty carpark between the blinds. “We’re moving you to a safe house.”
“What?! How?!”
It’d been eleven days since she’d ‘killed’ him, what had been going on without her around?
“Details aren’t important right now.”
It was his fault then. Or Luffy’s. Probably both actually.
“Arlong and Hody Jones have moved up their agreement, Luffy wants to move in before it happens.”
“How did I not know this?”
“Because they already know you’re a rat and people are on their way here to deal with you.”
“Did you lay low like we agreed?”
He ignored her, pretending to look out the window. Scratch that, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what’d happened for the sake of her blood pressure.
She sighed. “Well, there’s that part of the plan shot. How’s Robin getting on?”
“She’s gone down south with Franky, apparently Arlong has a sworn brother that might be able to help us.” Funny that he could look at her now.
“And everyone else?”
“The pervert still wants you to go and work for him.”
“Well, if he promises enough money…”
“Careful,” he warned, almost growling. She’d stop teasing him when he stopped being such a baby, it was far too amusing.
“At this point you’re both basically Luffy’s right hand men, so what difference does it actually make?”
“It’s a mutually beneficial agreement.” That old chestnut.
“Uhuh, and you’re telling me once this is over, you’re going to go your separate ways?” He was trying to keep a straight face, serious in his previous statement but it wasn’t convincing in the least. “Shame, I’m not sleeping with the boss anymore…” She sighed.
“Need me to remind you who’s in charge?”
“Is that a promise?” She purred, closing the distance between them to snake her arms around his shoulders and press against him.
He rolled his eye at the provocative display, he was mostly immune to her over the stop flirtations, even if he did take in the view before him. The mood shifted instantly when his hand ran over the skin on her arms, “Are you okay? Did they touch you?”
“I’m fine.”
He didn’t believe her; his frown was too deep, and tension sat above his brow.
She rolled her eyes. “The get extra touchy when they’re drunk, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Because whilst she may have a reputation for seducing men, they all knew it was on her terms and the ones that did live to tell the tale after pushing it too far was explaining it with a few extremities missing.
He smirked at her words, no doubt pleased with the image and proud. He worried, in his own way, but he always trusted her to get the job done and she appreciated that about him. Although he may have been somewhat reassured by her words, his hands still ran over her arms, brushing her hair over her should and it was almost like he was trying to check himself.
Until she looked at him properly.
She’d seen that expression on his face so many times before now; when they were alone for too long, a quiet moment between meetings, or when they were in the middle of an assignment, and they’d done something particularly adrenaline fuelling. She knew exactly where that look led-
“I thought you said people were on their way?”
“We have some time,” he murmured as he walked her backwards.
“Convenient, didn’t miss me by any chance, did you?”
“Eleven days is a long time.” His voice free from any teasing or joking.
Her back hit the wall and silence encapsulated the room as the tension increased tenfold, the anticipation of what was about to happen after not being able to speak, see or touch each other for eleven days all bubbling to the surface.
That bubble soon popped when their lips met, and it felt like electricity. There was no time for soft brushes, no patience for it as their lips moved hungrily against one another’s and bruising in their hurry to be as close as possible.
‘Killing him’ had been necessary. Arlong had been getting suspicious, and it’d been the only way to buy her more time with their last plan. Zoro hadn’t liked it, didn’t like going underground or being away from her for so long, especially considering how risky everything was all becoming. Eventually he’d come round and given up his trademark bandana, smeared with his blood. They’d said their temporary goodbyes in bed the next morning and the kiss he’d left her with had her wanting more.
But those days apart made it all the better now as he crowded her up against the wall, leaving as little space in between them as possible. Hands moved frantically over each other, pushing clothing aside instead of taking it off in their desperation to touch bare skin and it was everything she remembered. The warm, toned skin under her fingers a familiar welcome back and his own hands were busy refamiliarizing themselves as they reached lower and lower until they sat on her behind, giving a firm squeeze.
His lips quickly found the sensitive patch of skin on her neck with practised ease, and he worried it with his teeth as short, sharp gasps tumbled from her mouth. His hands slid down to her thighs and in the next moment she was lifted off her feet, legs wrapping themselves around his waist automatically as his body pressed into hers.
There was no mistaking the hard bulge she could feel poking against her thigh, she remembered that well, and if she shifted her hips ever so slightly-
Oh.
That was it.
With a dull thud, her head hit against the wall as their hips rolled together and it’d been so long that just that little bit of friction made her feel hot all over. His hands tightened on of her thighs so he could roll his hips firmly against her and he was so hard against her, she could feel the outline of his cock straining through his trousers, and it wasn’t hard to imagine him filling her up, again and again, pace relentless that it made her see stars.
He dragged his hips, firm and slow, against her and just in the right spot that she panted out, “Zoro!”
“Bed,” he muttered against her lips, grip unrelenting on the bare skin of her thighs.
“Bed,” she agreed, hands pushing against the wall to get him to walk them over.
He dropped her onto the bed and pulled the dress off, barely paying any mind to it as he focused on the new skin being revealed, until she was only left in her lacy bra and underwear. Which she didn’t mind one bit, until she heard the distinct sound of fabric tearing.
“Zoro! That’s designer!” She reprimanded, except it didn’t have the same effect when it was paired with flushed cheeks from arousal.
His body blanketed hers as soon as the dress hit the floor. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll buy you more.”
“Oh, is that-”
The words were smothered by his lips and as rude as it was, she wasn’t that angry about it when his body pressed her against the bed and his tongue invaded her mouth.
“Brute.”
“Maybe so, but you seem to like it,” he said, fingers moving across wet underwear and any snarky reply was drowned out from her moan when his fingers dragged across the fabric again.
He was the best sex she’d ever had, and she had it on good authority that she was his first and only, something which pleased her greatly. Not that it made much of a difference though, he was an incredibly quick learner and their tempers and heated arguments translated into passionate sex that always left her with curled toes at the end as she orgasmed.
When she’d first met him, he was everything his reputation spoke of, cold, vicious and all business. If he wasn’t pleased, you knew about it. He was still all those things, unless you were in his inner circle, and you saw he was the biggest dork alive. Easily lost when walking along a straight line, flustered when teased or made fun of, but on the other hand, fiercely loyal and always there when you needed him. And that was what she’d ended up falling for. The whole idiotic package masquerading around as a tough guy.
But those thoughts came to an end when his fingers pushed past her underwear to run along wet lips that sent a pleasant tingle up her back. She was entirely too worked up considering they’d barely done anything, and she suspected he was too, but she’d played her hand too soon.
“I wonder if you still taste good too?” He drawled, fingers not moving with enough purpose for her liking.
“No time,” she replied hastily, hands already working on the button of his trousers, completely disregarding the shirt that he was still wearing. She’d think about getting rid of that later.
He licked his fingers when he pulled his hand away. “That’ll do for now, I suppose.”
She pulled the zip down, hands pushing his trousers down as far as she could and she’d been right, he was as worked up as her, his cock already leaking far too much considering they hadn’t done very much. He stood for a second, getting rid of the trousers but before he joined her on the bed again, he stopped to fish out a condom from his trouser pocket. He ignored the raised eyebrow she gave him, and she made a note to tease him later for being so desperate as to bring a condom to a run-down motel.
He rolled the condom on, packaging discarded somewhere that didn’t interest her and then his hands ran up her thighs to find her underwear and drag them off.
It felt all too familiar as he sunk into her, like they’d only done this just yesterday, those eleven days apart melting into nothing. She was still in her bra and whilst his shirt was dishevelled, it was still very much on, yet it didn’t matter as he filled the ache between her legs and her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging in to push him as far in as he could go. They met in a sloppy kiss, that was more breath than actual lips or tongue and she couldn’t find it in herself to care when their hips rolled together.
There was a buzzing coming from somewhere, but she was far too distracted to properly locate the noise and the motel made all sorts of weird noises anyway.
Her hands hastily tried to undo the buttons of his shirt, sick of his body being covered, they fumbled every other button when he’d roll his hips into hers, refusing to stop and her hands were forced to grab onto the fabric of his shirt as pleasure raced through her. She never did manage to get the shirt off, but she did get it open enough that she could run her hands across his warm chest and around to his back. Her hands situated themselves there, running along the tight muscles, and anchoring herself there, clutching at him as she met his hips.
The incessant buzzing started again, and it was distracting enough that she finally asked, “Zoro,” she breathed, trying to remember her next thought, “is that your phone?”
“It’s not important, it can wait.”
It was forgotten almost instantly when he gave a hard thrust that hit just right and made her head go hazy. He knew it too as he repeated the action alternating between thrusting up against that sweet patch or grinding into it and she could feel warmth coiling in her stomach.
The pace picked up from there, snapping his hips with each thrust, over and over, faster and faster, and it was exactly what she liked, and he knew it. She loved the times they’d go slow, and he drew out her pleasure, drawing everything he could from her, but this was her favourite, where they were so desperate for one another that they couldn’t hold back.
The sound of skin slapping was deafening in the room, over taking the sounds of her pants or his moans and it was obscene, but she’d be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on even more. Her hands clutched his hair, pulling him into her to be as close to each other as possible and he buried himself in her chest, kissing and sucking through the lace of her bra, anywhere he could without slowing the movement of his hips.
“Nami, I’m- not, uh, gunna last,” he groaned out, moving away from her chest
“Me- aah- either.”
Which she wasn’t. Heat was curling in her abdomen, the pressure building, pleasure sparking dangerously and growing, until she sobbed out, “More”, and tipped over the edge as her toes curled.
Zoro, bless his heart, somehow found it in himself to push that bit harder, go that bit faster to draw out her orgasm until his hips stuttered, and he joined her. He bit the skin between her neck and shoulder, even though that still didn’t quite muffle his pleasured groan as he came.
Although tired, he found it in himself to remove and tie off the condom, throwing it onto the floor before he rolled beside her, arms reaching out for her to drag her against his chest. They laid there, chests heaving to catch their breath and she settled her head on his chest to listen to his heart thudding beneath the skin. It was bliss, her body felt light, and she was warm, and she’d missed this.
His hands skimmed across her face, smoothing away the errant locks and she smiled up at him from his chest, refusing to lift her head just yet. It didn’t matter anyway as he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.
“Eleven days, is that a record?”
“I don’t want to try beating it.”
“Agreed.”
The next time their lips met, it was slow, a stark contrast from their previous frenzied kisses. It was filled with their post-coital glow, wet tongues finding the others to lazily explore mouths and hands slowly caressing, taking in what they couldn’t before in their rush to be together.
It was silent for a moment when they parted, until Nami asked, back to business, “What’s the plan then?”
“You’re not going. Arlong’s after you personally.”
She hadn’t doubt that for a second. Arlong hated rats. But still-
“I think you’ll find I am. If you’d have waited and not blown the plan, I might have considered staying behind, but I still have money to funnel out. That’s what I plan on doing.”
They were locked in a heated stare down and if one of them didn’t give, it’d lead to an argument… which considering their position, might just lead to another round of sex that she wasn’t sure they had time for.
“Robin goes with you.”
Hm, a compromise. They really don’t have time.
She grinned. “Deal! She’s great at this sort of thing anyway.” Robin was also a brutal in her moves, quiet and efficient, to take her opponent down before moving on. Great for undercover work and if they needed brute strength, that was what Zoro was for anyway.
Headlights flickered through the tatty blinds painting the dim room in streaks of yellow, one after another as cars piled into the deserted car park and from her limited time in the run-down motel, she knew they were never that busy.
“And that’s our cue.”
His hand squeezed her waist one last time and then he was sitting up.
“Where’s your car?” She asked.
They were both rushing around the room after their clothes to haphazardly throw on.
“We’re going out the back, Twirly-brow’s out there.”
And then the previous disturbances made sense.
“Is that why your phone kept going off? Has he been out there this entire time?”
Zoro’s grin, twisted and cruel, was answer enough. “He wouldn’t leave without you.”
“Honestly, when are you two going to stop this?”
“When it stops being funny.”
They didn’t look nearly polished enough with her torn dress and his shirt only partially buttoned up incorrectly, but it’d have to be enough for now as cars skidded to a halt and doors slammed shut outside. Nami grabbed the bag she’d never unpacked from behind her chair in the corner and Zoro pushed her into the bathroom.
Entering the grotty bathroom, she eyed the busted window, which wasn’t like that when she’d left that morning, but explained how Zoro had broken in whilst waiting for her. His hands were at her hips, ready to lift her through the window and make their escape to a no doubt disgruntled Sanji. Well, until he saw her of course.
They were far from in the clear, especially with this minor setback, but they’d had worse odds.