To be in Love

To be in Love

Vivi doesn't think she's ever been in love before, but knows that she must be now. How else could she possibly explain all these tumbling emotions in her chest and stomach? The warmest of the suns rays are blocked for a split second when those deep, chocolate eyes meet hers, and she shudders ever so slightly. She gasps as those lips touch her skin, oh so softly and tenderly. Her skin tingles wherever those skilled fingers touch; her cheek, her neck, her chest, her stomach, lower...

Something in her chest swells with admiration as she watches her beloved navigator work, charting the waters they recently sailed. Vivi could, and does, watch her all afternoon as Nami concentrates. The princess wonders if she's even aware that she pokes the tip of her tongue between her lips and leans in so close that her nose almost touches the paper and the smoothly-drawn ink lines. Whether she knows or not, it doesn't matter. Because she produces the most amazing maps.

She feels something good that she just can't put her finger on, that she just can't describe when she is around Nami. But she doesn't feel the need to. All she knows is that whenever they are together she is laughing, smiling, dancing, singing. For a moment, there are no troubles in the world, no sorrows, no droughts and no wars. Just her. Just them.

Vivi owes the Strawhat pirates so much. Her freedom from Baroque works, the very lives of her people, the future of her country. And, because of them, she knows what it is to be in love. For without the Strawhats there would be no Nami, and no one to love more than she thinks she'll ever love anyone in her whole life.

That is why she gives herself to Nami tonight. She wants to. And Nami has told her that she no longer wants any money. What she wants instead is to see Vivi smile, laugh, dance and sing all the time. What she wants is for her to always be happy now that her fears can be buried and her home is rebuilding itself. What she wants is ... Vivi.

The water is warm, white fluffy towels are folded neatly and ready at the bath's edge and Vivi straddles Nami's lap as she kisses those lips again and again. They cling to each other in a fierce embrace, nails almost piercing the other's skin. Teeth and tongues clash, seeking more of each other, wanting that sweet taste again and again.

A taste that could soon be lost...

No! She mustn't think that!

Nami splashes water up Vivi's back and shoulders, gliding her hands with ease up and down the wet flesh. The lights of the room that is becoming misty with steam makes the skin shine as though she were an angel sent from heaven to be with her. But all Nami sees when she opens her eyes is a pair of big, bright ones gazing back at her.

She continues to hold Vivi close, reluctant to part their lips, and allows one hand to run over the curve of her collar bone and further down still. Vivi's breasts fit so well into her palm, almost as if made for her. Nami gently squeezes and massages each one, making Vivi gasp softly and cling tighter to her.

The princess holds her, fingers the longer strands of gorgeous orange hair that fall past one ear, touches the curved tattoo on her arm. She knows the story behind it. Nami told her, trusted her with her feelings, held onto her as she cried and allowed Vivi to kiss each tear away. Nami has grown into a strong, confident woman that Bellemere would surely be proud of. And Vivi proud of her too. Proud to have met her, proud to have gotten to know her, proud to be called her love.

Nami's hands leave Vivi's chest, sliding over the stomach that contains quivering muscles. She feels Vivi press closer against her, one hand clinging to her neck and fondling her hair. The other slides from her tattoo-covered arm to her ample chest, mimicking what has just been done to her. Nami ventures lower, down to where Vivi's legs are spread at either side of hers.

One finger slowly, smoothly, slips in. Feeling and parting delicate folds, it takes its time, explores, and Nami mentally draws a much different map to those that are sitting in her quarters back on Going Merry. She uses the warm bath water, pushing it upwards with her palm to make Vivi moan in the most wonderful way, and to make the princess' body arch into hers. Two fingers have frozen with Nami's nipple between it and instead dig into the soft flesh.

Two fingers, gently making scissor-like movements. Again, this action pushes the water against Vivi. She gasps, her breath ghosting against the skin of Nami's cheek as Vivi goes to kiss her again. Soft lips toy with and push against hers, and Nami gives her what she wants, opening her mouth and letting her love taste and explore her once more. Vivi's tongue still holds a tinge of flavour from the exotic cuisine they were served at dinner.

Three fingers, two still touching and exploring around, the middle going further up. It brushes something, making Vivi gasp sharply into her mouth. Her hips move to rub up against Nami. Experimenting, the navigator repeats the action to have Vivi's body grind into hers once more. A rhythm is quickly made, of Nami moving her hand, pushing warm water up against Vivi, touching that spot inside her that makes the princess rub against her body. Vivi moves with all the grace and ease of the rippling water around her, moving her hips up, down, forward, back. She moves her body against Nami's, their breasts now massaging each other, her tongue running over whatever she could reach, wanting to build a memory of the taste so that it may last forever.

Nami is moaning into her mouth, but nothing stops. Nothing slows. Nothing can take this moment away from where it will now be stored in their fondest memories and their dearest dreams.

Then Vivi comes, riding through the orgasm with an arched back and a mouth open to release the gasp that cannot be held back. Nami kisses her neck, gently and tenderly until Vivi's chest starts to move with deep breathing.

Nami removes her hand from inside Vivi, swishes it in the water. Then she and the princess embrace again.

END