🧡 alrighty folks, I think I have enough that I like where things are and moving over to @climatact
Please keep in mind I made some very minor changes to the rules, but it's mostly just clarification for my own comfort levels. I will be moving responses over there, but may drop a few things. Please be patient with me while I'm moving over!
🧡 alrighty folks, I think I have enough that I like where things are and moving over to @climatact
Please keep in mind I made some very minor changes to the rules, but it's mostly just clarification for my own comfort levels. I will be moving responses over there, but may drop a few things. Please be patient with me while I'm moving over!
It had not been the navigator's intention to seduce the handsome surgeon when she visited the tang- in fact, she wasn't even sure if she would see Law at all. Her intent had been to drop off a fresh basket of mikans thanks to the good haul her trees had produced. Had she known she would end up alone with Law in his room, pinned against the wall she might have chosen something more appropriately... accessibly.
Not that she was complaining, the feeling of his hands wondering over the thin fabric of her tank top and along the curve of her behind in jean shorts was getting her equally excited. Hearing that he wanted her was one thing, but learning that her curves had more of an affect on Law than he initially let on sure was an ego boost.
Nami's own fingers trailed along exposed bits of hard muscle, up the back of his shirt and occasionally kneaded his firm (though scrawny) behind. When he put up his hat, she broke away just enough to appreciate the image of tousled, dark haired, deciding she much preferred to see his face. For a moment she wondered what it was about men and their hats before she reached up to ruffle his hair. "You should keep it off more- At least for me," she breathed out, before tugging him back to her lips. "
“ i’m helping you, and that’s final. i’m not taking no for an answer. now. where’s your kitchen? i’m making us some comfort food. ”
Nami groaned, standing up from the couch to lead the blond into the small, but brightly colored kitchen of her apartment. It had been a long week between finals and she still had several more to finish. The point of inviting Sanji over with the intent to study together.
A better part of an hour had been spent creating color coded flash cards (orange for her, blue for him) prior to the chef's arrival, skipping snack time as a result. It had been an enjoyable project, but Nami's nerves were frayed from the long week and she was clearly starting to miss answers she should have known. A loud rumble of her stomach and Nami admitted she should probably get something to eat, which was her mistake.
"Sanji-kun, you really don't have to make anything- Let me order us a pizza or something," she attempted to protest despite his statement that he wasn't taking no for an answer. Just because he could cook, didn't mean he needed to, though the idea of comfort food did sound quite appealing...
"I can take the heat, baby, best believe that's the moment I shine." With a wink, Nami tossed long orange waves over her shoulder, ready to show the other gold-obsessed woman what she was made of. Was she flirting..? Maaaybe a little.
"Oi. Hand me my part of treasure we split up. I need to go buy some things." - Zoro!
The navigator was in the process of splitting up her hoard from their latest haul, determining what she was going to keep for herself and what could go to the rest of the crew.
"Things? What thinks could you possibly need?" Nami rolled her eyes as the swordsman, having an idea of exactly what he wanted to spend his portion on. Placing one hand on her hip and sticking the other out palm-up. "Where's my payment? Last I checked you owe me money."
Usopp: Nothing in life is free.
Sanji: Love is free.
Robin: Knowledge is free.
Luffy: Friendship is free.
Zoro: Self-respect is free.
Nami: Everything's free if you don't pay for it.
She didn’t believe for a second he would have left her behind- that much Law could feel as much as see while he watched her think over the terrible attempt at a counteroffer. He could have started with a much lower offer or kept up a string of false threats about not leaving her anything at all, but between the two of them he had no doubt they could have gone back and forth with the game for more time than he was willing to devote to it - especially remembering some of the more childish “he/she started it” disputes they’d gotten into the last time he’d seen her.
Even as he rolled his eyes at the aging mother comment (if the ex-marine was still as hot-tempered as she’d been back then, he would love to see Nami say that to her face; as he and the back of his head recalled, the woman didn’t take kindly to being called old.), he fought to keep an amused smirk off of his face. In all honesty, he’d have been content letting Nami keep all of the evening’s haul if she’d left well enough alone- but he’d take the 5% she didn’t need to know she could have kept.
“And here I was thinking I’d been helping a girl out all evening,” he commented drily. He had a sneaking suspicion her thoughts had drifted elsewhere, though. “Fine. What did you have in mind?”
Nami smirked at the pirate captain's veiled attempt at hiding his amusement. A single finger wagged under Law's nose. "Ah, ah, ah, doctor, you chose to do those things," she teased. "And you benefitted more than I did, might I add."
Of course they both benefitted, but Nami wasn't just any catch. She was a rare beauty and a fantastic bedmate, thank you very much. Law clearly knew as much or he wouldn't be making that particular face. Occasionally she would catch the flicker of golden eyes, and the marine was quite sure that it wasn't just to glance at the piece held between them.
Too easy. Whoever taught Law to negotiate should be fired. A shift in movement and Nami stood, not daring to take her fingers of her treasure while she circled around to the front of the pirate. With ease, she slipped the jewels from his fingers while she slipped into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I'm going to be honest, I'm not quite sure what I need yet, that's where you come in." Nami poked the smiley face in the middle of his chest for emphasis. "It might benefit you too, but I need a way to get away with my 95%."
Playing tug-of-war with a Marine over the rights to a stolen piece of jewelry was not how he’d been expecting to spend his evening - especially not on the couch in an exorbitant hotel room paid for for the two of them. Still, Law had to admit he was enjoying whatever game they were playing. How could he not when she was propped up on her knees like that, stubbornly holding her ground in nothing but what ornamentation they’d managed to drape her in before their hasty departure?
“You’re right - I could leave,” he replied, opting to ignore the annoying voice that popped up in the back of his mind to call him on the bold-faced lie. “I also could have left you behind back there, and I don’t think you’re giving me nearly enough credit for not doing that when you said I could do whatever I wanted with you."
His own grip on the chain stayed unrelenting as he spoke, tugging occasionally in case Nami slipped up and relaxed hers - which she didn't. "And you can't guilt-trip me," he lied again. "Your family's not going to miss out on a small percentage of funds they didn't know were coming in the first place." The counteroffer came with another firm tug on the chain, attempting to pull her in again. "85%."
The marine knew wasn't remotely serious, just like she wasn't when she said she would turn him into the marines and take her bounty for her own- then again, there was a certain appeal to pinning the whole thing on him- Ah, but then she wouldn't get to keep the items they made off with, and what's the point of doing crime if you don't get to reap the benefit?
Perched upon her hoard while surveying the pirate before her, Nami was beginning to realize just the predicament she put herself in. She couldn't take her treasures back to the base or ship- she would need to stash it somewhere- or give the pirate- who she wasn't sure she trusted considering the game he was currently playing with her.
"You started with the guilt trips," she argued, sticking her tongue out at him. "You're a pirate, you will be fine. I have a fixed income and an aging mother." It was only partially the truth, Bellemere was ageing, but as wily as ever. If anything age had only made her more outspoken.
"95% only if you're willing to help a girl out." Nami wasn't sure what needed to happen yet, but something need to be done about the treasure before she found herself in a true world of trouble. She was a good liar, but even she knew her skills could only take her so far and Law had a number of very interesting skills that could potentially assist- if he was willing to go along with it.
The potential effect of what was going on between them might have on their respective crews was the last thing on Nami's mind right now. It was clear his crew wished their involvement with one another, and Nami knew some of her more astute crew members would quickly figure out what was going on if she didn't return for her normal bedtime tonight, but that was a problem for future Nami.
If anything, once she had time to digest what their relationship meant on a larger scale, she was far more worried about Law than anything. He had a tendency to be reckless, and the idea of opening up her heart to someone only to lose them would be hard on her. Nami knew Law was strong- and clever and far braver in the heat of battle than she had ever been in her life. She would just have to make sure he understood if he ever did something stupid enough, like try and die on her that she would just have to kill him herself to keep from suffering the heartbreak.
Right now, the navigator was having a hard time stringing thoughts together at all. Law's hot breath along her ear and thick, orange waves tangled through his inked fingers made her skin prick with excitement. Nami could feel the heat begin to pull between her legs, and while Nami was a girl who knew how to take her own pleasure, it was something very different altogether to find herself trapped between the tall man and a wall.
It took a lot of willpower not to outright moan out, but she was somehow able to keep her voice low and steady. "It might- you might even get your prize if you keep it up."
Nami was sure he was the one trying to torture her now, but she wasn't really complaining. She was still winning, after all. The only thing Law could possibly do to ruin any amount of points was by changing his mind, and considering their current position, Nami was positive he wouldn't.
Nami caught the quick glance away and had to turn her head quickly back to the padlock to hide a smirk. What a polite man Toru was. At least good manners were something that came naturally for the man, it would bode well considering the rest of the crew.
"Just rice?" she asked, tilting her head to the side curiously while twisting the key and reaching in to gather the necessary goods. She caught the slight indecision in his voice. Maybe Nami was too used to big eaters that she had expected something a little more, but it was also possible that Toru was on to something. "Well, you did just wake up... if it's just rice you want, it's just rice you get."
Eyeballing the water, she placed a pan on the stove. "Besides, it'll be less likely to wake up the captain that way." She was only half joking, pretending that Luffy was a tyrant... a menace, maybe, but at least he mostly meant well. He could be selfish sometimes- often- but who wasn't at least a little selfish? They were pirates, after all.
Which occurred to Nami maybe their charge hadn't realized he had been picked up by a group of individuals with bounties on their heads. "Toru-kun, you should probably know that we're not your typical... ah, sailors? I hope that's not a problem?"
Nami nodded, agreeing to Toru's request. He was the patient and guest, so she would listen to his judgement on the matter. Placing the pot on the stove, she grabbed a glass to pass over the counter. "Anything while you're waiting? We have plenty of teas," she offered in the name of hospitality. "Maybe a nice mint for your stomach?"
Shoot- It didn't seen that he easily picked up what she was throwing down. Nami stirred the water with a big wooden spoon, more for something to do with her hands than anything. "Not quite," she pouted a little, trying how best to put it without outright spelling it out. "We're not exactly aligned with the government, if you get my drift."
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