Pillow Talk

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Pillow Talk

            “Was worried I was getting too old for this...”

            “Not too old,” she assured.

            “Or out of practice.”

            “Mmm.. definitely not out of practice.”

            “It’s just that it’s been awhile since--” a commanding squeeze from her lower muscles
cut his rambling short and replaced it with a groan.

            Good, because this conversation didn’t interest her.

            Seeing Nami’s smug and playful expression, he let himself settle, enjoying the feel of her
light weight resting on his much larger form; her supple curves mashed against his scarred
muscles; and further down, where her slick walls enveloped his once again growing hardness.

            He thumbed her cheek fondly. 

            “The cook will be after my blood if he finds out.”

            She rolled her eyes..

            “Considering I just bedded his girl.”

            ..And then chuckled softly.

            “Who said I’m his girl?. Or that I didn’t just bed *you* for that matter.”

            She raised her own hand to his face and mimicked his action in a mock-patronizing
gesture.

            He couldn’t suppress an amused grin. This girl was too much. Besides her obvious good-looks and charm, it didn’t surprise him that he’d been attracted to her so quickly. That she was
the only one besides himself who was still conscious after such copious intakes of alcohol was
amazing in itself, even disregarding the fact that she’d still had plenty of stamina and energy for
their recent ‘activity’.

            “Still got awhile before you’re due to set sail...” He shifted his pelvic area upward before
posing the question. “You up for another round, babe?”

            As if he needed to ask.

            “Only if you think you can keep up with me, Mr. Cricket.”

Fin

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A/N: So who did you think it was at first?

The lack of Nami, pairing variety and plain-old het in the One Piece section was frustrating, so I
wrote this. Inspired by the party scene where he hits on her. Forget the Straw Hats, good ol’
Montblanc Cricket can give Nami a run for her money.