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The scent of stubborn citrus clings to her fingertips. Tonight, Vivi's chefs served her fruit as dessert. She'd dug her nails into the rind and gently peeled the orange apart. The brightly colored flesh tasted sweet and acidic; its juice dripped down her chin.
Oranges remind Vivi of Nami. She craves them desperately, craves their stringy pulp between her teeth and the white residue rubbed across the pads of her fingers.
Vivi sighs, lulling her head onto her pillow. It's been over two years since she last saw Nami's face. Physically, that is, Vivi has a collection of lovely polaroids featuring Nami.
She sees Nami's life through a camera lens. Pictures of her caught in a head-back laugh, whisky-brown eyes crinkled up at the corners. Her hair is always tousled by the ocean breeze, sometimes complemented by a straw hat atop her head.
She misses her; the feeling is a buzzing beneath her skin. It's a desperate gnawing in her gut.
Then, there's a light knock at the door. Vivi swings her feet off the bed and calls, "I'm decent!"
A face peers in, and then an arm extends a sealed letter. Vivi rushes over, grinning. "Oh, thank you very much!" The man nods stiffly and closes the door behind him.
Vivi reaches into her dresser and draws out a delicate, thinly bladed knife, shimming it between the pressed seal and the paper envelope. With lithe fingers, Vivi unravels the tightly rolled letter.
She lies on the bed and curls in on her side to read.
Dear Princess,
I have an idiot hanging off me. He's trying to see what and who I am writing to. Thankfully for us, I am fairly certain Luffy cannot read.
The sea is quite gentle tonight. Though I always worry that my handwriting is shaky.
I wish you were here with me. Your presence alone steadies me. Well, that's a lie. I want you so badly I ache with it. I am selfish, I know. Your face is forever imprinted behind my eyelids. You flush so prettily, Vivi. It stains your face like cherry wine. And your lips, good god, I need them on me. Don't worry, Princess, I threw Luffy off a while ago. You're mine. Your hair would look divine tangled between my fingers. Would you be upset if I pulled it? I've always wanted to. What sounds would you make for me then? Oh, and your eyes. Baby, when your pupils are all blown out and begging, I burn. I want you between my legs. Or would you prefer me between yours? I aim to please. And I could always spread you out between my fingers. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd be good for me.
Sorry, dear, you know I get carried away sometimes. I don't mean to tease. Take good care of yourself. I'll find my way back to you soon, my love.
Yours always,
Nami
"Please," Vivi whines, a hand between her thighs. She's embarrassingly wet, and shame burns her face red. Rolling her hips, she presses her fingers deeper inside. "Nami," she gasps, spreading them apart. "More, I can take it."
With enough preparation, she could take Nami's fist. She wants it, god, she wants it so badly. Nami has the prettiest hands.
With her slick-smeared fingers, she rereads the letter. Vivi can hear her whispering the words, feel the warmth of Nami's breath on the shell of her ear. "You're mine."
Never enough. Wanton and frustrated, Vivi flings the letter across the room. She waits only a second before scrambling to her feet to retrieve it. "So stupid," she scolds herself, gently laying it with the others. They all smell of citrus. She wants another orange.