Correspondence [One Piece, Nami/Vivi, R]
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kinkfestTitle: Correspondence
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dethorats
Rating: R
Warnings: Self Pleasure, Present Tense
Prompt: One Piece, Nami/Vivi: (post-Arabasta) masturbating to letters each other's letters - i can imagine/you're here in my arms
Word count: 1164
Notes: For June 14...sorry it's a bit late
When the letters come, now, it’s via albatross rather than seagull and the tired bird deigns to rest for a few hours in a shadow in the courtyard. It drinks plenty of fresh water and eats the fish Vivi leaves along with a few gold beri as payment. It’s hard to wait but she manages, making the task into a challenge, something to tax herself with as she faces yet another day of pleas for aid for rebuilding her tattered country and the knowledge that Alabasta is changing but oh so very slowly.
The battered envelopes always smell like the sea and dried bits of salt cling to the seals. Sometimes Vivi tastes it, closing her eyes and remembering the feel of wind on her face and spray making her hair sticky. She reads the letters in the bath, leaving out the scented oils and bubble bath that can mask the scent of ocean and ink. Only there is her privacy mostly complete and her father and dear Igaram mean well but sometimes a princess needs to be alone and it’s too hard to explain the tears that escape sometimes. She loves her country dearly but her choice to stay wasn’t as easy as it might have seemed.
Nami’s clear script reminds Vivi of late nights lying in the navigator’s bed, watching with sleepy eyes as the girl draws her charts by lantern light and they talk in soft whispers broken only by laughter about the crazy things the boys have done during the day. She writes in code, especially now that the World Government’s flag has burned, oblique references to the nakama Vivi had shared and about their continuing adventures. The continued press coverage of the Straw Hat pirates help Vivi fill in the gaps and Nami’s accounts reveal the truth behind the government’s lies. Vivi fears for them and envies them and wishes her position actually held any sort of power but there is little she can do for them but hope and pray and remember that they were all strong enough to save her country.
The final few paragraphs are always more private and Nami’s hand seems softer somehow, more tentative as if she was writing in secret rather than out on the deck surrounded by the usual chaos of the crew. There’s always a memory, something small and intimate, she shares, as simple as a brief conversation or the way Vivi’s eyes had looked one morning as the sun rose. And then comes a wish or a hope for the future and Vivi hoards those as her treasure, as promises that have yet to be kept. Nami closes her letters without any endearments or the usual practiced phrases but Vivi doesn’t need to see the sentiments with her own eyes to know they exist.
Each letter reminds her of the time she spent with Nami, makes her ache with longing sometimes tinged with regret. And she can’t keep from closing her eyes, the water warm and cradling around her, as she pictures whatever memory Nami chose to share, places herself in the scene, and then moves it in another direction. The surface of the water barely ripples as Vivi’s fingers move between her thighs but the whisper of Nami’s name is loud against the tiles and the too-big room. It hurts to open her eyes, to break the illusion but Vivi has resolve to spare and she spends the rest of her evening composing her reply.
**************
Each time the thick envelope arrives, the postal bird giving Nami a beady stare until she grudgingly digs a few beri from her pocket to place in its beak, the rest of the crew crowds around until Nami feels like she’s suffocating and has to use Sanji to get them off her back. Once she’s been properly tended to, drink or treat in hand and Luffy’s excitement barely reined in by the snack filling his cheeks and Zoro’s restraining hand on one shoulder, she finally carefully breaks the many seals and bindings that have kept the envelope safe and unopened. There are individual notes inside and tiny gifts or trinkets and Nami doles them out, amused and pleased at the way Vivi remembers even the newest crewmembers, the ones she knows only from news clippings and Nami’s letters.
Then comes a longer letter, something pleasantly chatty and filled with news of their friends and allies in Alabasta. Vivi writes of the country’s progress, of Pell’s recovery, and of the way Toto is finally putting on weight again now that he has Kohza to help dig out the oasis. Sometimes she mentions other news, elaborations on things the Straw Hats have seen in the papers. The boys usually scatter once Nami begins that part but Robin always listens attentively, chin in one deceptively delicate hand as the woman she had once called an enemy now helps to keep them free. Pleasantries close the letter and Nami carefully slides it back in the envelope and goes into her shared cabin to put it away.
In that small scrap of privacy, she can finally pull out another, smaller envelope. Vivi’s elegant cursive makes the letters of her name look lovely and the paper is so smooth against her fingers. A whisper of perfume wafts up, tickles Nami’s nose. It’s the same scent Vivi had worn once they’d won, once they got to sleep in the palace rather than on sand. Notes of jasmine and something spicy and Nami closes her eyes and wishes she could bury her face in Vivi’s neck, rub her nose in the princess’ soft hair, cover herself in the scent.
Vivi’s private letter is always brief but it manages to make Nami flush, grinning at the audacity of her princess and the knowledge that only she knows just how mature – and immature – the younger girl can be. Intimate words make heat rise in Nami’s belly and she carefully locks the door. Robin will know, because she knows everything, but she won’t mind, and the rest of the crew has learned to not risk the navigator’s temper when her door is locked.
Bright eyes dance over the princess’s words and Nami places herself just so on the bed. She follows written suggestions, teasing her nipples and skimming her fingers up the insides of her thighs. Finally she closes her eyes and lets her fingers venture through the curls that cap her sex. It is Vivi’s fingers she pretends are stroking her just so, pinching and rubbing and greedily venturing into warmth and wetness. If she concentrates hard enough, Nami can almost feel Vivi lying next to her, against her, and it is at those times that she convulses with the most pleasure, panting afterwards with her cheek against the letter. Later, once she feels more like herself and not so lonely and bereft, she digs out her pen and some paper and goes to sit up on deck to write Vivi in turn.
Author/Artist:
dethoratsRating: R
Warnings: Self Pleasure, Present Tense
Prompt: One Piece, Nami/Vivi: (post-Arabasta) masturbating to letters each other's letters - i can imagine/you're here in my arms
Word count: 1164
Notes: For June 14...sorry it's a bit late
When the letters come, now, it’s via albatross rather than seagull and the tired bird deigns to rest for a few hours in a shadow in the courtyard. It drinks plenty of fresh water and eats the fish Vivi leaves along with a few gold beri as payment. It’s hard to wait but she manages, making the task into a challenge, something to tax herself with as she faces yet another day of pleas for aid for rebuilding her tattered country and the knowledge that Alabasta is changing but oh so very slowly.
The battered envelopes always smell like the sea and dried bits of salt cling to the seals. Sometimes Vivi tastes it, closing her eyes and remembering the feel of wind on her face and spray making her hair sticky. She reads the letters in the bath, leaving out the scented oils and bubble bath that can mask the scent of ocean and ink. Only there is her privacy mostly complete and her father and dear Igaram mean well but sometimes a princess needs to be alone and it’s too hard to explain the tears that escape sometimes. She loves her country dearly but her choice to stay wasn’t as easy as it might have seemed.
Nami’s clear script reminds Vivi of late nights lying in the navigator’s bed, watching with sleepy eyes as the girl draws her charts by lantern light and they talk in soft whispers broken only by laughter about the crazy things the boys have done during the day. She writes in code, especially now that the World Government’s flag has burned, oblique references to the nakama Vivi had shared and about their continuing adventures. The continued press coverage of the Straw Hat pirates help Vivi fill in the gaps and Nami’s accounts reveal the truth behind the government’s lies. Vivi fears for them and envies them and wishes her position actually held any sort of power but there is little she can do for them but hope and pray and remember that they were all strong enough to save her country.
The final few paragraphs are always more private and Nami’s hand seems softer somehow, more tentative as if she was writing in secret rather than out on the deck surrounded by the usual chaos of the crew. There’s always a memory, something small and intimate, she shares, as simple as a brief conversation or the way Vivi’s eyes had looked one morning as the sun rose. And then comes a wish or a hope for the future and Vivi hoards those as her treasure, as promises that have yet to be kept. Nami closes her letters without any endearments or the usual practiced phrases but Vivi doesn’t need to see the sentiments with her own eyes to know they exist.
Each letter reminds her of the time she spent with Nami, makes her ache with longing sometimes tinged with regret. And she can’t keep from closing her eyes, the water warm and cradling around her, as she pictures whatever memory Nami chose to share, places herself in the scene, and then moves it in another direction. The surface of the water barely ripples as Vivi’s fingers move between her thighs but the whisper of Nami’s name is loud against the tiles and the too-big room. It hurts to open her eyes, to break the illusion but Vivi has resolve to spare and she spends the rest of her evening composing her reply.
**************
Each time the thick envelope arrives, the postal bird giving Nami a beady stare until she grudgingly digs a few beri from her pocket to place in its beak, the rest of the crew crowds around until Nami feels like she’s suffocating and has to use Sanji to get them off her back. Once she’s been properly tended to, drink or treat in hand and Luffy’s excitement barely reined in by the snack filling his cheeks and Zoro’s restraining hand on one shoulder, she finally carefully breaks the many seals and bindings that have kept the envelope safe and unopened. There are individual notes inside and tiny gifts or trinkets and Nami doles them out, amused and pleased at the way Vivi remembers even the newest crewmembers, the ones she knows only from news clippings and Nami’s letters.
Then comes a longer letter, something pleasantly chatty and filled with news of their friends and allies in Alabasta. Vivi writes of the country’s progress, of Pell’s recovery, and of the way Toto is finally putting on weight again now that he has Kohza to help dig out the oasis. Sometimes she mentions other news, elaborations on things the Straw Hats have seen in the papers. The boys usually scatter once Nami begins that part but Robin always listens attentively, chin in one deceptively delicate hand as the woman she had once called an enemy now helps to keep them free. Pleasantries close the letter and Nami carefully slides it back in the envelope and goes into her shared cabin to put it away.
In that small scrap of privacy, she can finally pull out another, smaller envelope. Vivi’s elegant cursive makes the letters of her name look lovely and the paper is so smooth against her fingers. A whisper of perfume wafts up, tickles Nami’s nose. It’s the same scent Vivi had worn once they’d won, once they got to sleep in the palace rather than on sand. Notes of jasmine and something spicy and Nami closes her eyes and wishes she could bury her face in Vivi’s neck, rub her nose in the princess’ soft hair, cover herself in the scent.
Vivi’s private letter is always brief but it manages to make Nami flush, grinning at the audacity of her princess and the knowledge that only she knows just how mature – and immature – the younger girl can be. Intimate words make heat rise in Nami’s belly and she carefully locks the door. Robin will know, because she knows everything, but she won’t mind, and the rest of the crew has learned to not risk the navigator’s temper when her door is locked.
Bright eyes dance over the princess’s words and Nami places herself just so on the bed. She follows written suggestions, teasing her nipples and skimming her fingers up the insides of her thighs. Finally she closes her eyes and lets her fingers venture through the curls that cap her sex. It is Vivi’s fingers she pretends are stroking her just so, pinching and rubbing and greedily venturing into warmth and wetness. If she concentrates hard enough, Nami can almost feel Vivi lying next to her, against her, and it is at those times that she convulses with the most pleasure, panting afterwards with her cheek against the letter. Later, once she feels more like herself and not so lonely and bereft, she digs out her pen and some paper and goes to sit up on deck to write Vivi in turn.
