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onepiece_300Title: Red Wine
Rating: NC-17
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Nami
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Morning
Summary: Nami is an exceptional accountant, but one wonders how she balances the Strawhat’s budget with their reckless spending. She doesn’t tell; everything is a whispered secret in the night, and the morning takes no prisoners.
Red Wine
She had appeared like an apparition clothed in teasing silk, three feet away from him at the bar, dark hair caressing her back as she took a seat. He had met her gaze, which was altogether too bold and sultry for someone who would turn away in disinterest a moment later.
They had finished their drinks – a Scotch for him, a Martini for her – and parted ways (she, disappearing into the dark; he, keeping post and gesturing for a Martini to seal his tab for the night).
She appeared like clockwork at ten the subsequent evening, the next, and the night after.
Each night, as he nursed his last drink, his eyes would linger for a moment on the red imprint of lips against an emptied glass three feet away.
On the fifth night, despite a freak storm raging outside, she breezed into the tavern, past the callous wolf-whistles and leers that followed. The bar’s low lighting brought a soft glow to hair that clung damply to her slender shoulders, and gave new dimensions to the figure she cut in drenched cotton.
She sat two feet away that night and drank red wine.
He remembered the taste later. Against the flimsy locked wooden door of his cabin, tongues melded hotly as bodies tried to brand their imprint on skin. Words were lost as his lips sought out her breasts, and his fingers ventured south to stroke against her wet warmth.
The morning after, as he leaned against his window and surveyed his emptied cabin (the apparition had robbed him of damn near everything; maps, bellis, even his fucking shirts), he tried to forget. The lifeless wig in his grasp provided no answers, only a vague memory of bright eyes, soft skin and sensation that whispered a caress against his skin.
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Rating: NC-17
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Nami
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Morning
Summary: Nami is an exceptional accountant, but one wonders how she balances the Strawhat’s budget with their reckless spending. She doesn’t tell; everything is a whispered secret in the night, and the morning takes no prisoners.
Red Wine
She had appeared like an apparition clothed in teasing silk, three feet away from him at the bar, dark hair caressing her back as she took a seat. He had met her gaze, which was altogether too bold and sultry for someone who would turn away in disinterest a moment later.
They had finished their drinks – a Scotch for him, a Martini for her – and parted ways (she, disappearing into the dark; he, keeping post and gesturing for a Martini to seal his tab for the night).
She appeared like clockwork at ten the subsequent evening, the next, and the night after.
Each night, as he nursed his last drink, his eyes would linger for a moment on the red imprint of lips against an emptied glass three feet away.
On the fifth night, despite a freak storm raging outside, she breezed into the tavern, past the callous wolf-whistles and leers that followed. The bar’s low lighting brought a soft glow to hair that clung damply to her slender shoulders, and gave new dimensions to the figure she cut in drenched cotton.
She sat two feet away that night and drank red wine.
He remembered the taste later. Against the flimsy locked wooden door of his cabin, tongues melded hotly as bodies tried to brand their imprint on skin. Words were lost as his lips sought out her breasts, and his fingers ventured south to stroke against her wet warmth.
The morning after, as he leaned against his window and surveyed his emptied cabin (the apparition had robbed him of damn near everything; maps, bellis, even his fucking shirts), he tried to forget. The lifeless wig in his grasp provided no answers, only a vague memory of bright eyes, soft skin and sensation that whispered a caress against his skin.
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Date: 2011-10-17 11:28 am (UTC)I totally pictured anonymousfuckboy as some rich captain of a ship. I bet Nami stalks those on every island that the crew visits. D: There's no other way they'd be able to supply food for Luffy otherwise. OTL
Thank you for reading. :D
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Date: 2011-10-17 01:00 pm (UTC)Good work.
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Date: 2011-10-18 09:12 am (UTC)Thank you for reading. :)
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Date: 2011-10-18 07:32 am (UTC)I love it XD Just the thing that a wild woman like her would do - even it was just to 'keep her hand in'. Wonderful work!
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Date: 2011-10-18 09:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-18 01:27 pm (UTC)....
Sencho! *glomps* As usual, great fic. :Db
I really missed your fics. ;3; *clings annoyingly*
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Date: 2011-10-19 12:51 pm (UTC)Babe, I have received your postcard and I want VERY BADLY to visit Boracay. D: THANK YOU FOR THE POSTCARD! :D
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Date: 2011-10-19 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-19 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-20 04:27 am (UTC)Great work. :D
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Date: 2011-10-22 08:23 am (UTC)