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She was not quite sure what made the rival captain follow her without complaint, but it might be the fact that her own had been relentlessly bugging him for the past hour. Either way, she found herself in her bedroom with another supernova that for some reason had Luffy’s full trust. And if Luffy trusted him, so should Nami. Right? Only one way to test that theory.
“You are an honorable man, are you not, Traffy?”
She had seen him with both the children on Punk Hazard and the Marines. While he was not exactly friendly, he was not harmful towards them either.
“I’d like to think so,” came the skeptical reply.
“Well, then how about a deal?” Nami put her hands behind her back to give him a good look at her cleavage.
Which he ignored by keeping his eyes on her face and raising an eyebrow.
But Nami was not deterred by that and continued with her ploy: “How about I’ll allow you to spend a night with me, free of charge?”
That had him scrunch up his face in confusion. “You’re offering yourself to me, for what? So that I don’t betray you?” He stepped closer to her, lowering his voice into a dangerous whisper. “What’s in it for me?”
“Well, you’d have sex with me, something a lot of people desire!” Nami tried to put up a brave facade, but something in the way he said it had her flustered. This was not how this was supposed to go.
“Is this a test?” Trafalgar looked her up and down, as if assessing her for the first time. “Do I pass by accepting or declining your offer?” Before Nami could answer, he had closed the distance between them, whispering in her ear: “What’s your real goal here?”
She took a few steps back to put some distance between them again. Crossing her arms below her chest, she looked to the side, an embarrassed hue on her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she blurted out: “I’m a virgin.”
That seemed to have startled him, as a muttered “What?” was all she heard, still, she carried on: “I thought, with you being Luffy’s ally I’d use my chance to have my first time on my own terms. We’re in the New World, anything could happen to a pretty girl like me.”
A chuckle followed her declaration and she felt a finger on her cheek gently turning her face.
“And why aren’t you asking one of your trusted crewmates with this?”
Nami scoffed, finally opening her eyes just to roll them at Trafalgar. “They are buffoons. Most of them wouldn’t know what to do with a woman in the bedroom, the rest are perverts.”
“Which leaves me. An uncomplicated entanglement that, were I to hurt you, would prove my unworthiness as an ally.”
“Pretty much,” she agreed. He was also handsome and probably far more experienced than her.
“Well, in that case: I think we have a deal.”
With just a brief glance as a warning he pressed his lips against hers, his hand now cupping her cheek. Still in the moment, she barely registered his next words: “If at any point you want me to stop, I’ll do it.” The little nod she gave him, must have been enough of a confirmation as he then proceeded to pepper her neck and chest with kisses while his hands stroked down her sides. Nami let herself drown in the sensation and only broke the surface of consciousness again when he was about to open her jeans. Stilling his hands she looked him firmly in the eyes. “You first,” she breathed out.
With a nod he stepped away, only to create his Room and remove both their shoes and socks. Then he lifted his arms as if to surrender, a clear invitation that she was to remove the feathered sweater he was wearing. Slowly she stepped forward, grabbing the hem and pulling it upwards. At first she was careful not to touch his skin, but soon she remembered that what they were about to do required her to touch him in a similar manner as he touched her. His head freed of the garment Trafalgar leaned down to capture her lips once again. Too distracted, Nami let him pull her against him and deepen the kiss after he threw the sweater to the ground.
“At least you have some experience with kissing,” he concluded as they stopped for air.
“It was a necessary requirement.” She tried for nonchalance, a shrug to downplay all those times she had to kiss strangers in order to get out of a dangerous situation or rob them of their belongings. At least none of those times had resulted in them forcing more physical intimacy from her.
As if reading her darkening thoughts, Trafalgar lifted her up and carried her over to the bed she shared with Robin. Gently, he guided her to lay down and continued with his sensual kisses from her neck to her belly button. Nami had her eyes closed again and only opened them to rise up to her elbows so she could look at him when he suddenly stopped. He had reached her pants, fingers hovering over the fly, with a quirk of his eyebrow he asked for her permission to continue. She gave it to him with an excessive nod and leaned back, as he made quick work of freeing her from her clothes. He continued his trail of kisses on her inner thighs, spreading them while doing so. After what felt like an eternity she got her first taste of what it felt like to be intimate with a man who knew what he was doing. He had not even removed his own pants but had given her two incredible orgasms with his mouth and fingers alone. Nami was glad Robin would not return to their room any time soon as she would certainly need to change the bedsheets before then.
“Ready for the main course?” He asked, his voice hoarse, biting her inner thigh.
Again Nami nodded and he freed himself. The sight of him took her out of her bliss. “Do you have protection?” Suddenly she felt insecure, pulling her legs towards herself. “I mean, yes, I want this, but I don’t want to end up pregnant.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t worry. I can’t get you pregnant.”
“What?”
“I’m a surgeon. I made sure no one on my crew, including myself, who doesn’t want kids can accidentally get someone pregnant or get pregnant.”
“What?”
Trafalgar sighed heavily and sat up to run his hands across his face. “I made myself infertile. I can’t get you pregnant.”
“No, that part I understood, but you said no one on your crew can ‘get pregnant’?” Nami felt herself rapidly losing interest in what they had been doing as this opened up a whole new possibility for her.
“Yes, there is a similar surgery for people who can bear children to make them infertile.”
“Does that include getting rid of the monthly bleeding?” She knew she sounded far too hopeful, but she did not care. Maybe instead of being her first time, he could do this for her!
“Are you asking me to perform that surgery on you?” He again guessed her intentions.
“Yes!” Nami exclaimed before she could stop herself.
Instead of reproach for being denied actual release, Trafalgar only chuckled and formed a large Room. “Meet me in the med bay in fifteen minutes,” he ordered and swapped places with what seemed to be a piece of soap.