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Princess	By : aemillia Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 4429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Princess
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"Princess." The word slips out with her sigh as her fingers slowly trail down the velvet skin of Vivi's stomach. She isn't sure exactly why. Normally Vivi isn't 'Princess' unless she's teasing her or is a bit annoyed. But now, laying here under the stars and watching the way Vivi's eyes shine in the moonlight, it seems right. So near to Alabasta, the rise in temperature has been such that sleeping in the closeness of the cabin didn't seem right. So near to Alabasta that Vivi's excitement is palpable, obvious in every word she says, every gesture. The smile on her face is genuine at last, happy even in its fierce determination. Crocodile is going to pay for what he's done to her and to her land. But it's the land itself, and its people, that are bringing Vivi joy and a small measure of peace.

Vivi doesn't really react to the word. A slight crinkle around the eyes maybe. And she doesn't move away or protest when Nami lifts her head off of her own hand, inching even closer so that she's resting in the cradle of space formed by Vivi�s neck and shoulder. The air is warm, warm enough that sleeping on the deck seemed like a good idea, sleeping in underwear with the boys firmly banished to their room or the kitchen seemed even better. The blanket they're laying on smells like Nami, ink and citrus and the sea. It's started to pick up hints of Vivi, eucalyptus and warm stone. But desert people don't sweat as much as those who live where it rains or snows on a regular basis. So the scent is fainter. Even now the heat makes itself known.

Yet Vivi is cool beneath her fingers, against her cheek. Nami wonders, this close to her home, whether it's still okay, whether she can pretend that Vivi is hers, and theirs as nakama, rather than belonging to a whole nation. And she wonders why she had to say it, that word. The word she already knows will most likely take Vivi away. And yet, as she lets her hand wander further down the plane of Vivi's stomach and abdomen, it's also fitting. For there's nothing more in the world that she wants at that moment than to worship her, pay her homage.

"Princess." She says it again, this time with a hint of certainty behind it before nuzzling in, tongue flitting out to taste the soft skin behind Vivi's ear. Vivi sighs, curls her arm up around Nami and strokes gently down her forearm. It's enough to spark tingles, sensation straddling the line between tickling and arousing. Nami "mmmms" and sucks gently on Vivi's earlobe. The hand she's been trailing oh so slowly has reached the demarcation line of Vivi's underwear. She lets a fingertip, no more than that, slide underneath. It grazes from side to side, skimming over soft warm skin, and Vivi shifts ever so slightly, fingers slipping further down to gently close on Nami�s wrist.

Instantly Nami stills and turns to look, a question in her eyes. Vivi�s own are bright, alive, and a slow smile spreads across her moonlit face as she lets go. Nami hovers, frozen, until Vivi threads those same fingers in her hair. Her thumb strokes the line of Nami�s jaw, brushes feather-light across one eyebrow. And then pressure from where those fingers are cupping the back of her head is pushing Nami down. Vivi is sweet, always sweet, but with more heat than Nami ever expects. Their lips part at the same time and Vivi lets out a breathless little laugh, pulling Nami even closer, inviting her in with a swift flicker of hot wetness.

Vivi�s mouth is no longer unfamiliar, but her mood dictates that Nami must explore every nook as if this was new and she was trying to win over one nervous but eager girl once more. Her tongue moves languidly over Vivi�s, coils around it, slips away to feel the texture of back teeth before coming back once more to tangle, wrestle gently. She lets Vivi win, the young princess moving the battleground to Nami with a surety that would have been lacking even a week ago. There�s been little to do since leaving Drum Island except to concentrate on speed. The weather has been clear and anxiety mounting, so Nami happily took it upon herself to relieve some of Vivi�s tension. Tonight is a culmination of sorts, an end to the way things have been. They�ll make landfall in Alabasta tomorrow.

As they break apart, Nami remembers her fingertip is still trapped exactly where she wants it. She moves it slightly, raises an eyebrow at Vivi in request. A slow blush spreads outward from the bridge of the princess�s delicate nose, colors her cheeks. She nods slowly, a little hesitant. She has an inkling of what Nami has in mind and she wants it, just�it�s new. But it�s worth it for the bright grin that lights up Nami�s face and the gentle, melting look in her eyes, so Vivi takes a deep breath and makes the first move.

Her fingers nimbly slip down Nami�s back, find the hooks that are keeping those lovely breasts confined. Nami is almost smirking at her now, waiting as Vivi deftly undoes them and pulls the bra straps down. The navigator removes her finger from Vivi�s skin and lets the article of clothing fall off her arms to the deck. Vivi�s hands are already traveling, edging down from Nami�s shoulders to cup each breast, as tan as the rest of the navigator from her habit of topless sunbathing. Thumbs shift over to flit across already hardening nipples, drawing a soft noise from Nami. She allows Vivi to do as she pleases, remaining still and just letting the pleasurable sensations wash over her, settle as a warm and growing ache at the base of her spine.

Finally Nami pulls away and bends her face forward over the princess. This night is supposed to be about more than just her. She coaxes Vivi up onto her elbows with a probing kiss, making her follow with a few nibbles on a full lower lip. Vivi flushes again, pink spreading all the way down her neck this time as Nami deftly unclasps her bra and murmurs in approval at the sight. Nami isn�t as reticent as Vivi and instantly lowers her tongue to run across one dusky nipple. Vivi gasps, collapses back onto the deck. Nami�s not about to let her escape and follows her, lips latching eagerly onto the newly pebbled flesh. She suckles tenderly, fingers rolling the other nipple to hardness. Vivi arches under her as Nami lets her teeth scrape carefully. She switches breasts, lavishing the other with the same care. Beneath her, Vivi is no longer holding back. She moves softly with each stroke of Nami�s tongue, hands on Nami�s waist squeezing to punctuate any particularly shiver-inducing touch.

When she has Vivi almost writhing beneath her, the grip on her waist clenching and unclenching rhythmically, Nami stops her mouth�s attentions to Vivi�s breasts and moves north to nuzzle the hollow of her throat. And then she climbs even higher, teasing Vivi�s lips apart and kissing her deeply. One hand kneads gently at the warm flesh in her grasp, the other skims down the princess�s stomach to slide under the band of her underwear once more. This time Vivi doesn�t stop her questing touch though the skin beneath Nami�s fingertips moves away at first, dipping inward as Vivi takes a deep breath.

Nami moves slowly, taking her time and being careful not to do anything that will startle or frighten her princess. Her tongue swirls tenderly around Vivi�s, fingers of both hands now stroking in long languid circling pathways across skin that has warmed under her touch. The hands on her waist slowly loosen, and she can feel Vivi grin through their kisses as one inches around her waist and drops down to squeeze one firm cheek. If the princess is feeling comfortable enough to cop a feel�Nami grins herself and lets the fingers trapped by fabric move lower, low enough to brush through Vivi�s downy tangle of hair.

The princess freezes for a moment, and Nami can feel her whole body stiffen beside her, then sighs into Nami�s mouth and relaxes. Nami takes this as permission to continue on. She gives Vivi�s sweet, sweet mouth a final caress with her tongue and then moves downward, placing soft sucking kisses on the column of her neck and in the hollow of her throat. As she lavishes this care upon Vivi, Nami disengages Vivi�s hands from her waist, replanting one firmly on her breast. Vivi takes the hint, fondling it gently as Nami slides her body over Vivi�s and places her knees between Vivi�s own.

Hovering over Vivi, resting on knees and elbows, Nami tries to smile in what she hopes is both an alluring and a reassuring fashion. She withdraws her hand from the confines of the princess�s underwear once more and leans over to suckle at one peaked and waiting nipple. Her freed hand doesn�t move too far; Nami slides it down over the cloth, lower than her fingers have quested before. Her touch is light and Vivi utters a small gasp, lifts her hips up in search of more contact. Nami obliges her, stroking the princess with a bit more firmness. She pays special attention to applying pressure at the apex of her motions and soon Vivi is once more writhing from Nami�s ministrations.

She isn�t sure what moves her to act next � the erratic tugging on her nipple by Vivi�s clever fingers that is beginning to drive her crazy or the faint hint of wetness she feels on her skin as she rubs her hand between the princess�s thighs � but she knows she has to before she loses all patience and control. The navigator lets her mouth plot a path from Vivi�s bosom to the line of her underwear, taking a detour to map a circle around the small, perfect belly button and stealing a quick taste inside. Nami lips at the fabric, tugging it gently to get Vivi�s attention before she steals even lower and lets the princess know exactly what will be happening in the near future.

Vivi squirms, the pink shade of her face and neck darkening to a red blush as Nami kisses her there. Even through the cotton barrier Vivi can feel the heat and moisture of Nami�s mouth, and it makes her moan, makes her bring one fist to her mouth to keep another from slipping free, makes the other hand find Nami�s silky hair and thread through it, uncertain if she wants to pull Nami away or push her even closer. And then Nami licks her; a jolt of intense localized warmth and Vivi makes her decision. Her pelvis thrusts forward into the touch and Vivi takes her hand away from her mouth long enough to speak.

�Nami.�

Her voice is rather breathless and it is with a distinct feeling of smugness that Nami raises her head and waits to hear what else Vivi has to say. The princess takes her time, getting her wind back and calming the sensations running through her body enough that she stops the shuddering that had begun to shake her from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her tongue darts out, wets her lips in that slightly nervous habit that she has, and then she captures Nami�s gaze with the bright intensity in her pale blue eyes. Nami�s always thought they look like how the sky must in the desert, somewhat washed out from the heat but able to shimmer with unexpected images that haunt the mind.

�Nami. Nami, I�would you�?�

Vivi�s hesitation is adorable and Nami watches as the already dark blush on her skin impossibly deepens. As the pause stretches out, Nami is ready to go ahead and just save poor Vivi the agony of asking, but the princess manages to overcome her embarrassment at the last minute, a whispered �please?� finding its way to Nami�s ear. That one tiny word is all that Nami has been wanting and she nods her head solemnly even as a beaming smile spreads from ear to ear and threatens to crack her jaw. Fingers that are so often ink-stained, calloused along the side of her middle finger from long hours of holding a pen, reach out to reverently touch the last physical barrier that remains between them. Vivi closes her eyes but lifts her weight as she feels Nami hook her fingers under the fabric and begin to slide it down.

The cotton underwear goes flying over Nami�s shoulder as soon as she finally manages to get it free of Vivi�s ankles and Nami doesn�t really mind if it even manages to reach the water and is lost (even if it was a cute pair, decorated as it was with little purple ducklings scattered all over) because all of her focus is now directed solely at pleasing Vivi. Nami settles Vivi�s feet on the deck with care, making room for herself as she lays down on the blanket, her own toes curling against the planking of the deck. Her shoulders fit neatly up against the underside of Vivi�s smooth, pale thighs, and Nami wraps her arm around one, the other reaching up between them to lightly weave through the hair a few shades darker than that gracing Vivi�s head.

Her thumb is practically shaking from barely restrained need as she finally, finally grazes it across sensitive flesh. Vivi rewards her with a barely audible moan and lets her knees fall open farther in invitation. Nami firms her touch, lets Vivi really feel it this time as she teases the pink swell that has just made itself known. And then she moves down again, parting the princess�s soft folds and letting her thumb dip in to touch Vivi inside where she is already so very wet and so very, very hot. She makes herself wait, doesn�t let herself take Vivi�s taste off her thumb, choosing to hold off for the few seconds it takes to look up at Vivi�s parted lips and scrunched up eyelids. She says it one last time, this time her voice full of the love she knows will not be enough to keep Vivi by her side on this wonderful, strange, crazy adventure she�s on. �Princess.�

For Vivi, the moment after Nami�s utterance of her title seems to extend almost into eternity. Anticipation is killing her and if it weren�t so incredibly overwhelming she would have picked up on the note of regret that had shaded the longing in the navigator�s tone. But Vivi fails to notice and so fails to halt the proceedings like she would have otherwise. And then eternity ends in a fiery explosion of sensation as Nami touches her again, this time using her tongue where only fingers have ventured before. Vivi is no stranger to physical sensation. For most of her life she lived in a palace, and although she was not by any means a spoiled child, luxury surrounded her. She has slept upon the softest silken sheets, dressed in the most delicate of linens, swam in a lush oasis surrounded by golden sand. She is not unfamiliar with the harsher side of life either. Baroque Works was not an easy system to infiltrate. She has known cold, hunger, slept on both bare wooden floors and frozen ground. She has hurt others and been injured herself. She knows, despite being a princess, what pain and hardship and growing desperation feels like. Then Nami and her nakama arrived in her life.

Nami made her feel alive again, gave her back the hope that had slowly been bleeding away. How, when, why it had all happened Vivi didn�t know or understand, but somehow whenever the navigator was near only she was in focus. The rest of the world faded away. Even her beloved country shifted to the background for long stretches of time. And now Nami is giving once more: the woman who so often claims to act only for her own interest and profit is truly far more generous than she likes to let on. Nami�s newest touch, her latest gift, is making Vivi�s thighs tremble. She is grateful for the steadying hold around her legs. She is supported and safe and free to let go and just be.

Vivi is quivering around her, sighs and gasps trickling down the long and curving lines of the princess�s body to tease her ears and drive her onward. Nami is tender, gentle, and insistent. Despite this being the very first time she�s ever done this, the idea has been in her head pretty much since the morning after Vivi joined them.

The princess had slept on the floor in her room, not voicing any complaints about the accommodations. When she woke hours later, sitting up to stretch with one smooth spine-popping motion, Nami had been watching. Vivi�s hair was mussed, more out of her ponytail than in, her borrowed pajamas were rumpled, and there was a bit of sleep dust in the corner of her eye. The princess balled up her hands to scrub it out and somehow that action combined with a yawn to make the girl look young, vulnerable, and beautiful. The sight stayed lodged in Nami�s brain and melded with the more in-depth story of her country that Vivi recounted before they went to breakfast. In Vivi, in the princess�s struggles, Nami saw something of herself. Vivi was the first person to have ever heard the story of Nami�s past in her own words. And when the princess nodded at certain parts, understanding exactly what it is like to sacrifice part of one�s own soul and compromise cherished ideals for the sake of precious others, the navigator felt safe enough to hug her, to promise that her story will end the same way, victorious and surrounded by those who love her.

Nami is not Sanji. She doesn�t have the love cook�s discerning palate or his broad experience with different tastes or textures or scents. But even if she doesn�t have a name to describe what having Vivi on her lips is like, she knows it is something to savor. Despite Vivi�s softly uttered pleas, Nami refuses to relent, to give the princess any respite from her attentions. No, she wants it all; everything Vivi is able to give so that she has even more memories to treasure when her princess is gone. When Vivi starts arching into the pressure Nami is exerting with just her tongue, the navigator knows the princess is close. And because Vivi is a princess and by necessity must most likely marry in a suitable fashion, Nami only slides two of her fingers inside, careful not to delve too deeply into the warmth and wetness that sparks an answering tingle in her own body. It�s still enough for her to feel Vivi clench, pulsing around her fingers in an orgasm punctuated only by the low sighing of her name.

When Vivi stops trembling, Nami gently unwraps her arm from the princess�s thigh and crawls up the blanket to cradle the younger woman. Vivi is warm, flushed skin finally sweating a little, and she cuddles back into Nami�s embrace without hesitation. A few minutes pass, the silence broken only by the discordant rhythm of their own slowing breathing.

�Nami.� Vivi turns in the navigator�s arms, tilts her head up to kiss the other woman deeply, unheeding of her own flavor and moisture that still marks Nami�s mouth. Nami lets Vivi have her way, content to bask in the gratitude and pleasure the princess is trying to convey. �Thank you.�

�Mmm.� Nami doesn�t really have a response. After all, this had been about Vivi but also for herself. Instead she takes another path, one she knows will keep the princess distracted enough to prevent her from wanting to pay her in kind. For as much as Nami would like that, this is not the time. Odds were good that there would never be a time, not now that they had reached the sun blasted air radiating out from Alabasta. Far better that she worship her princess rather than meet her on equal footing. �You�ll be home tomorrow.�

Vivi squeezes Nami in a quick hug, buries her face against the navigator�s neck. �I know.� And then she�s pulling away, suddenly sensing the barrier Nami had begun erecting between them. Nami stops her, pulls her close. Even though she understands that Vivi isn�t someone she�ll be able to keep, she�s not ready to let her go yet.

�Vivi.� Nami sighs, brushes her lips across Vivi�s forehead. �No matter what happens, you�ll always be my nakama. That�s something that can never be taken away.�

The princess is idealistic, in some ways more idealistic than even Luffy, but she is not na�ve. She knows Nami is right. There is a long road to travel just to free her country and she doesn�t need to be thinking about the departure of her friends. Now is when she must be strong and determined and grateful for all that she has been given. �Yes, Nami.� Vivi twists in Nami�s hold again, settling on her back and pulling the navigator after her. She makes sure Nami�s head is pillowed on her shoulder, one tan and tattooed arm draped warmly around her waist. Comfortable, Vivi lets her eyes drift shut and misses out on Nami�s bemused smile.

The night air is still warm enough that they could just sleep out here without covers, but Vivi is naked and Nami isn�t about to draw away to find the princess�s underwear. So despite the heat, the navigator uncurls her arm from Vivi long enough to grab the end of the blanket and pulls it over them. Satisfied that Vivi�s modesty would be safe even if the boys were to stupidly break her orders and come up on deck before she calls for them, she snuggles back down against her princess. Tomorrow will dawn soon enough, but for now she can sleep secure in the knowledge that Vivi is hers alone for a few more hours.

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