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Overlong shortfic (out of contest)
The current prompt inspired me to use it for a Nami/Robin fic, but it turned out much longer than the word limit and it doesn't feel like the kind of fic I can easily cut down. So this is posted out of contest. Concrit very welcome!
Title: Evasion
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 538 or thereabouts
Prompt: Sin
Spoilers/setting: Set post-Skypiea, pre-Water 7.
Even as she leans away from the warm sunlight of the window to the cool shade of the rest of the room they're sharing together on Going Merry, holding Nami lightly by wrist and shoulder as she starts to kiss her, gently but decisively; even then, Robin already knows she shouldn't do this.
Not because there's anything wrong with kissing another girl, at least not when they're as willing and responsive as this one: Nami has already moved past her first wide-eyed surprise and is grabbing her shoulders as she does her best to kiss her back with inexpert enthusiasm.
Nor is there anything wrong with wanting to keep some things to yourself. The Strawhats have generally been quite good about giving her space, but more and more as Nami watches her in certain moments with apparent interest and appreciation, Robin detects a curiosity and concern in her eyes, and occasionally something that might almost be... tenderness? Robin's grown more slack lately, too, letting some things slip about her past she hadn't intended to. The homey, intimate air of their cabin doesn't help with that. Just now, Nami was working up to asking her some serious questions, Robin feels sure of it.
And it's not that she doesn't like Nami. A fair bit, even. She's beautiful and strong-willed, gifted and sensible, passionate and tough and funny. It's not like Robin hasn't wanted to find an excuse to kiss her for a while now, anyway.
That's why you shouldn't do this, a part of her points out. She deserves better.
No, kissing isn't a sin, but deceit is. And distrust may well be, when faced with so much trust.
But it just feels so good. Nami's lips and skin against hers, the close pace of her breathing; the salt and sun of her skin with the faint scent of tangerines; Nami's hands, a little sweaty as they move in response to hers, holding her just as tight as Robin holds her, and now caressing her with a lovely surprising sweetness... That sheer sense of solid earthy strength in the younger woman. Robin wants that strength, wants to sink into it.
I'm kissing you to prevent you from getting too close to me.
It would be nice to think she's merely protecting the other girl from her inner darkness. But no, Robin knows she's mainly just scared of giving in. Of opening up too much and then be rejected for it.
It's Nami's hands that move up to Robin's skirt button, then rest hesitantly for a moment as Nami breaks off the kiss and looks at her, another question in her eyes.
But it's Robin who draws for breath and doesn't try to find an excuse to break it off. "It's all right," she says in a low voice, just a murmur, really.
"I knew you'd say that." Nami's voice is a little hoarse and breathless, half a laugh swallowed in it. She goes on to undo the buttons, fumbling slightly; Robin's more experienced hands slide under Nami's top in return, nudging it upwards.
There is a glint in Nami's eyes for just a second that Robin prefers not to try to read. It looks too much like understanding.
Title: Evasion
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 538 or thereabouts
Prompt: Sin
Spoilers/setting: Set post-Skypiea, pre-Water 7.
Even as she leans away from the warm sunlight of the window to the cool shade of the rest of the room they're sharing together on Going Merry, holding Nami lightly by wrist and shoulder as she starts to kiss her, gently but decisively; even then, Robin already knows she shouldn't do this.
Not because there's anything wrong with kissing another girl, at least not when they're as willing and responsive as this one: Nami has already moved past her first wide-eyed surprise and is grabbing her shoulders as she does her best to kiss her back with inexpert enthusiasm.
Nor is there anything wrong with wanting to keep some things to yourself. The Strawhats have generally been quite good about giving her space, but more and more as Nami watches her in certain moments with apparent interest and appreciation, Robin detects a curiosity and concern in her eyes, and occasionally something that might almost be... tenderness? Robin's grown more slack lately, too, letting some things slip about her past she hadn't intended to. The homey, intimate air of their cabin doesn't help with that. Just now, Nami was working up to asking her some serious questions, Robin feels sure of it.
And it's not that she doesn't like Nami. A fair bit, even. She's beautiful and strong-willed, gifted and sensible, passionate and tough and funny. It's not like Robin hasn't wanted to find an excuse to kiss her for a while now, anyway.
That's why you shouldn't do this, a part of her points out. She deserves better.
No, kissing isn't a sin, but deceit is. And distrust may well be, when faced with so much trust.
But it just feels so good. Nami's lips and skin against hers, the close pace of her breathing; the salt and sun of her skin with the faint scent of tangerines; Nami's hands, a little sweaty as they move in response to hers, holding her just as tight as Robin holds her, and now caressing her with a lovely surprising sweetness... That sheer sense of solid earthy strength in the younger woman. Robin wants that strength, wants to sink into it.
I'm kissing you to prevent you from getting too close to me.
It would be nice to think she's merely protecting the other girl from her inner darkness. But no, Robin knows she's mainly just scared of giving in. Of opening up too much and then be rejected for it.
It's Nami's hands that move up to Robin's skirt button, then rest hesitantly for a moment as Nami breaks off the kiss and looks at her, another question in her eyes.
But it's Robin who draws for breath and doesn't try to find an excuse to break it off. "It's all right," she says in a low voice, just a murmur, really.
"I knew you'd say that." Nami's voice is a little hoarse and breathless, half a laugh swallowed in it. She goes on to undo the buttons, fumbling slightly; Robin's more experienced hands slide under Nami's top in return, nudging it upwards.
There is a glint in Nami's eyes for just a second that Robin prefers not to try to read. It looks too much like understanding.
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I really like them too, but you're right, I haven't seen much fics with them either... This is even my own first outright shipfic with Nami and Robin: I kinda aimed for it twice before but both times it ended up as gen. *^_^*
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Sometimes I like picturing a more suave Nami in shippy fics, but then especially with someone like Usopp - I felt with Robin it would make sense to mention her relative inexperience. I'm very happy you enjoyed it!