romancedawn | 𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 🦚 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔

[ Well, at least it's not an argument. Wei Wuxian is a little relieved at that. He nods his head as he hears that they're bringing something to help him. That should... be a good thing, at least? But then the attention is brought to the wine bottle and he looks down at his, eyebrows furrowing as he tries to remember. ]

... Uh.

[ Oh! ]

Oh, right, it was super expensive. Won it off a guy and promised to drink the whole thing. But now I'm stuck with it! I meant to take it to my room and leave it there!

Zoro does not realize his faux pas in making this introduction; he'd spoken to G'raha about his crew (and the fact that they've become more than just crewmates since arriving at the resort) during their time on the island, and the other man grew excited to meet them. Something about heroes, although Zoro had argued that he thinks maybe only Luffy and Nami could count as such. Their gathering now isn't meant to be a big deal, and yet he can't help but notice the way Nami's smile doesn't quite reach her eyes, nor the way Sanji seems a little extra affectionate, even for him. Like he's trying to make up for something?

"Ha, ha." He gives his crewmates a bored look for all the comments about him getting lost; he really isn't sure where that's coming from, but he shrugs it off to instead watch fondly as G'raha introduces himself. He's still amused by the way he phrases things so differently from himself. It reminds him a little of the way Sanji speaks, now that he's listening to them talk to each other.

"Hm. I thought it might've been you when he mentioned some guy was helping him with ingredients." He laughs easily, thanking the server that arrives with everyone's drinks.

"We met in that stupid VR game. You both played it, too, right?" He looks between Nami and Sanji for confirmation, taking a long sip of his whiskey.

do you want me to see it?

Of course I do...?

so i can make it even worse?

As is your wont.

:)

why are you so cute.

Have I done something cute?

all the time.

Truly?

While it may be G'raha's first time meeting Nami, he's well-versed in having to prove himself, in people not taking an immediate shine to him for one reason or another. He can't hold it against her, either-- from what Zoro has told him, the three of them work well together, and had even before finding themselves at this strange resort. He thanks the waiter for bringing their drinks over, holding his whiskey in both hands in an attempt to keep his nerves from showing outright.

His ears and tails will very likely give this information away to Zoro, little twitches every now and then, but he smiles over at Nami and gives a small nod at her comment about keeping the swordsman from getting too lost.

"I did not realize this place was a restaurant, so please, you can take these with you and enjoy them at your own pace. The sandwiches should be rather light, as there isn't any meat, but the other dish has prawns and is on the spicy side, inspired by a dish from my home."

( continued for nevus )

you can call me zoro. is manuela alright, or do you prefer to be called something else?

hm. this app seems to be directing us to house finch. that place kind of gets chaotic. do you prefer a more quiet place to drink? ( Maybe somewhere without strippers? He doesn't mind either way, but he asks to be polite! )

( continued for saults )

don't think that it's pride. it's...

( Three dots to signal he's typing appear and disappear. He's thinking about it, and he isn't sure of how to really explain. )

i don't know. i haven't really had a friend like him before. ( He hadn't had any friends in years, actually, then suddenly found himself with a whole crew, sharing a different dynamic with each one. )

hell yeah. sounds like a plan.

...do you mean now or some future time?

well, even if i knew who he was, your secret's safe with me. but if you ask my advice, i bet he'd appreciate the compliment. friend to a friend.

[ because even if she doesn't know their exact relationship, she knows what it's like having those special kinds of friends and just how important any kind of honesty can be. ]

now or whenever you're up for it. i guess it is late so you're probably tired.

They made you promise to drink the whole thing? ( He cocks an eyebrow, like dude, really? ) Sounds suspicious.

( He suspects it isn't just regular wine, but before he can say anything else, one of the workers returns with a tray. There's a pitcher of something that looks refreshing and two tall glasses, sparkling clean and ready to be filled. Now that Zoro thinks about it, he suspects that isn't just regular lemonade or cucumber water or whatever it's supposed to be, either.

The worker, cheerful as ever and apparently unaware of the confusion radiating off both men, asks if they're ready for their couples' massage. Zoro frowns. Wei Wuxian wasn't just messing with him, then. They really aren't in his suite. )

Do you wanna just go? This time you tell me where to go. ( Because a human GPS is more foolproof. They can't get lost twice! )

Manuela will do just fine, Zoro.

[ she hasn't yet been to house finch herself, but she is willing to bet someone who has been here longer (as zoro seems to be) calling anything "chaotic" isn't doing so lightly. it's notable, this level of consideration, and something that makes him considerably more intriguing to her. (folks, the bar is in hell.) ]

I can drink anywhere, frankly. But if it's conversation you'd like, I imagine someplace a little cozier might better suit our needs.

I do, of course, have my own suite to offer.

[ but doing so is rather forward, isn't it? ]

i appreciate that. you probably will run into him.

are you not tired? ( That almost seems like a challenge... )

( He doesn't believe him, but okay! )

uh huh.

what's for dinner tonight?

No, but! I'm not saying anything funny! Don't mock me!

Oh, really? Mr. World's Greatest Swordsmen.

what should i do with you instead?

hm. that's not really about gaining everyone else's respect.

Zoro feels the tremors start deep within Nami's body, tightening around him as she works between them. Her nails digging into his shoulder are a welcome pressure that mirrors the intensity building inside him. Her words, raw and breathless, wash over him – I'm yours... I need you both... make me yours. The alpha in him swells with possessive triumph, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He thrusts harder, deeper, wanting to bury himself completely within her heat, to leave no doubt of his claim even as he feels Sanji grinding against her back, claiming her in his own way. The dual sensation is maddening, a symphony of pleasure and instinct.

Her slick coats his cock, thick and hot, and he can't help the long, drawn out moan that escapes when she tightens helplessly around him. He watches Nami's eyes flutter closed, hears her ragged gasps as her orgasm builds, and he thinks to himself that she must be the most beautiful person to ever exist.

The bite she gives his shoulder sends a jolt of exquisite pain and possessiveness through him. He thrusts again, the world narrowing to the feel of her body clenching around his, the sound of her voice, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. This isn't just mating; it's claiming, it's belonging, it's everything the alpha in him craves.

When she finally cries out their names, shuddering between them, the impending release he feels is staggering. His own body tenses, his knot growing until, with a final, deep thrust, it swells and seats firmly inside her. A groan is ripped from his throat, a guttural sound of satisfaction and completion.

this is not therapy

just some bros figuring life out

There is nothing but triumph– and a spark of electric pleasure so sweet, he nearly moans with delight– as Sanji feels Nami's teeth graze his neck, a promise of a mark later that he'll treasure all the more because it's hers. There's not a speck of him that isn't consumed his need of her, by how much he craves her right down to his bones, that doesn't thrill with every admission, demand, and plea that escapes Nami's mouth. The alpha in him practically purrs with satisfaction, his head bowed as his teeth dig into her neck again and again, returning the favor as his hand slides under her, fingers roughly squeezing and fondling her ass even as the thickened length of his cock, now coated in her slick, grinds with relentless vigor against it.

He doesn't even need to look over her shoulder to know the pleasure Zoro must be feeling, fucking into her like he is, because he can feel every ruthless thrust as Nami's body bucks backward, grinding that much harder against him. More than that, he can scent it, too, can smell the ecstasy pouring off them both, the raw, primal pleasure that comes from an alpha claiming his mate.

Maybe that should bother him, but it doesn't. His name might have been a soft whimper, but to him, it's the most beautiful sound there is. Ours, he thinks, and growls with satisfaction, hips jerking harder as he works himself into a frenzy, finger rubbing the swollen nub of her clit in faster, tighter circles as she comes undone between them.

“Ours. Gonna make you feel so good, lovely, leave you so full, make you ours, always ours, only ours,” Sanji groans, shuddering as Zoro's rhythm changes, as the way her body judders in the throes of pleasure suddenly shifts. He grins as he realizes what's happening, eyes darting up to catch the look on Zoro's face the moment his knot slips home, to see the bliss painted there. His mouth dots messy kisses along her jaw and the side of her face, hand giving her shapely ass another rough squeeze, voice breathless as he kisses the shell of her ear. “Our perfect mate. Fuck, Nami, you're pefect.”

tonight? duck topped with an orange-blackberry sauce reduction over a bed of bok choy, mushrooms, and shallots, served with a side of roasted potatoes. ah, and plenty of sake to go with it for you.

[ And he isn't even leaning into the "I only track what Nami eats" bit— this is what he really has planned with dinner. ]

( Perhaps he's making assumptions, but based on the (admittedly limited) information on her profile, Zoro doesn't think House Finch is necessarily Manuela's scene. Maybe he's wrong, and maybe one day they can venture there—but Manuela mentions cozier, then her suite, and yeah. That definitely sounds better to him. )

if that offer's real, it sounds like our best bet.

( He checks her profile again, taking note of her card. )

we might be neighbors, actually. ( He's already picking out which bottle of whiskey to bring over. They're the same rank, so it's not going to be any better than what she can get the House to bring to her own suite, but it's the thought that counts. )

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