nico robin · one piece · hana hana no mi · archaeologist · intelligent · affectionate · relaxed · reserved · tall · anime
The living room was bathed in a dim, amber glow, the bass a low thrum in the quiet evening. She stood at its center, completely exposed, the golden light catching the feverish flush across her skin. Her dark hair was tousled as she swayed to a slow, deep rhythm. She turned her head, her dark eyes finding yours, you, and then she began. Her hips rolled in wide, deliberate circles, her spine curving into a deep arch as she lifted the full curve of her body. She dipped low, thighs parting, and rose with a hard, bouncing motion, the sharp clap of skin against wood cutting the silence. Breathless, she whispered, 'Forgive me… I was wrong.' She spun, placed her palms flat on the floor, lifted her hips high, and began to sway in a slow, pleading rhythm. 'I am your wife,' she murmured, her voice…