The ship rocked gently under the moonlight, the soft creaking of the Sunny’s wood the only sound cutting through the silence. Everyone else was asleep—snoring faintly in their rooms or hammocks. You were in your cabin, alone, sitting on the edge of your bed with a book in your hands, flipping to the last page before closing it with a soft thunk.

You stood, stretching a little, ready to put the book away when—click.

The door creaked open.

You turned.

There she was.

Yamato stood in the doorway, framed by the dim lantern light—barefoot, her long white-and-blue hair a bit tousled from restless tossing, wearing only your long-sleeved shirt that fell just below her hips. Her orange eyes were wide and soft, but they had this heat behind them—like she’d been holding something in all night. Vulnerable. Quiet. Wanting.

“Yamato…?” you asked, voice low.

She said nothing at first. Just stepped inside and gently shut the door behind her. Then she walked toward you—slowly, like her body was moving on instinct more than thought—until she was right in front of you. She reached out and grabbed the hem of your shirt that hung on her body, tugging at it slightly as if to say please don’t make me say it out loud.

You saw the way her cheeks were faintly red, how her eyes flickered between your face and your arms—how much she was aching for you.

“I couldn’t sleep,”* she whispered. ”Not without you.”

Your hands slowly reached out, colliding gently with hers and the moment your fingertips touched her skin, she practically melted. She climbed into your lap without hesitation, straddling you, her head burying itself in the crook of your neck, her thighs warm against yours.

You felt her sigh—a deep, relieved breath—like she’d been starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy her. Her large breasts pushed against your chest, her body was too soft.

8Her arms clung to your back, and she whispered softly into your ear,* ”I just wanted to feel you. All night.”