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Nami fell back to the log, sides sore from laughter. Her skin was flushed and warm from drinking, and she was more relaxed than she'd felt in a long time. Next to her, Usopp grinned, shaking his half empty cup at her.
“Not bad, huh?” His curly hair was plastered to his face from the exertion of dancing, smile lopsided and more carefree than she'd seen since they entered Skypiea.
“Nope! Not bad at all,” she agreed. She watched Usopp take a swig from his cup, and when his arm came back down, she snatched the cup away and downed the rest in one gulp.
“Hey!” He protested, pouting at her as she handed him back the now empty mug. “I was drinking that!”
She licked her lips tauntingly in response, and Usopp’s already flushed cheeks darkened as his eyes followed the motion of her tongue. His expression sparked something in Nami, something she'd ignored for–goodness knew how long at this point. But suddenly, she realized she wanted Usopp's mouth on hers and saw no reason to deny it any longer. Pushing herself up on unsteady legs, she turned to Usopp and held out her hand. He eyed her with confusion, but took her offered help and let her lift him to his feet.
“Uh,” he said as she dragged him into the woods, past the trees and away from the dancing wolves. They weren't far enough away that, should trouble find them, Luffy and the others couldn't come to their immediate rescue. But hopefully they would be out of range of prying eyes.
She turned to him, only to find he now looked nervous, face still dark red.
“Why did you bring us out here?” He asked with a false chuckle, not quite looking her in her eyes. She licked her lips again, slowly, and Usopp swallowed visibly, his gaze glued to her mouth. “Nami…”
She couldn't help herself; she shoved him flat against the nearest tree and crushed her lips to his, fingers digging into his narrow but deceptively strong shoulders. He made a noise of surprise against her, not responding until her tongue prodded between his lips, and then he let out a tiny, helpless keen before he let his mouth relax against hers to welcome the intrusion.
With that as permission, Nami pushed herself in deeper, exploring Usopp's mouth as her hands moved from his shoulders to his neck, then his face. As she felt him shifting beneath her to tentatively wrap his arms around her back, she let out a happy hum, pressing her body closer to his. Usopp was always so warm–like many of the other guys on the ship, he tended to run hot. Nami appreciated this about him more as she pulled away from his face and began kissing and sucking on his neck.
Usopp was practically panting now, moans spilling past his lips as she worked her way down his neck to his collarbone, where she sucked several large spots onto his dark, sun-kissed skin.
“N-Nami…” Usopp breathed, one hand moving to tangle into her hair. The tug against her scalp as his fingers tightened and inadvertently jerked her head back sent a shock of heat sizzling down her spine to coil low in her stomach, as though she'd been struck by a lightning bolt of unbridled lust. Fingernails digging into the sides of his face, she moved back up to ravage his mouth. As they pressed closer, her knee squeezed between his legs, and Usopp's hips made several small, aborted motions as she anchored her leg against the tree trunk, leaving him half straddling her thigh.
“Nami,” Usopp's voice was deeper, huskier. The sound sent more fiery sparks dancing down her spine, and she let out a surprised moan when he began kissing her back in earnest.
Every so often, they would part to gasp for breath against each other's mouth, returning to the kiss just before fully catching their breaths. Usopp began lightly rutting against her as she kissed along his jawline and grazed his earlobe with her teeth. A small gasp escaped him then, and she zeroed in on it, licking and nibbling his ear while he could only hold onto her, moaning and letting out more of those soft, addicting sounds.
Nami wanted to know if there were other places that elicited such pleasure from him. She wanted to map out his body, find all the spots that caused him to make such pretty little noises. She trailed a hand down the dip of his sternum, the curve below his slight pecs, before settling on the hard bud of a nipple, rubbing it gently through the fabric of his shirt. Usopp shuddered against her, and she wondered if it might be as sensitive as her own. Eagerly, she slid her hand beneath the hem of his shirt when the voices of two of their crewmates rang out loudly from the camp.
“Naaaami, sweetie, where are youuuuu?”
“Usopp! Nami! Get your asses over here.”
Startled, Nami pushed off him, meeting Usopp's wide but still slightly glazed over eyes. They stared at each other for a second more–Usopp’s gaze dancing between the direction of the voices and her lips, while she could hardly tear her gaze from his mouth.
“They need us back at camp,” Usopp whispered, voice cracking as though he was on the verge of hysteria. Nami could only nod, throat tight with foiled desire. Realizing her knee was still pinning him in place, she stepped back, letting her hands fall from his waist. Somewhat self consciously, Usopp adjusted his clothing and pulled leaves from his hair, while Nami pushed her hair back and wiped her face. The heat inside her demanded to be quenched, but she tried to force the feeling down, which was difficult when she could still feel the warmth of Usopp’s skin on her own, could still feel his lips on hers, and could still hear his panting breaths tickling against her ear.
Despite her best efforts, her hair was a mess, the locks having gained volume from the heat of the forest and Usopp's hands. Her skin still felt feverishly hot, and the palms of her hands were damp with sweat. Anyone who looked at her would see the need burning just under her skin, and she became uncharacteristically embarrassed. She didn't want the others to see her like this; only one person currently had that privilege. Usopp must have seen something fearful in her expression, and he nudged her with his elbow, eyes crinkled in a kind smile.
“Race you back?” He suggested, and Nami wanted to kiss him again for his unknowing brilliance. In fact, she did–she pressed a quick kiss to the side of his mouth before she immediately bolted.
“Slow poke!” She cried out, laughing as Usopp stumbled after her. When they reached their crewmates, panting and sweating from their race, no one would be the wiser.