ZXN
: 17. dec 2003, 19:53
Hej, er der nogle der er ZorroXNAmi fan???? 
Hvis så har jeg en hjemmeside (den er ik helt færdig endnu
, men i får besked når den er! 
)
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Men hvis i ik kan vente så skriv til mig: henriette@danbonet.dk
Jeg kan sende jer nogle billeder....
Her er en ZxN historie
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Between You and Me
"Aw, pleeeeeease? Can't I have just ONE?" Luffy was whining.
"Dame, zettai, DA-ME. "
"Come ooooon....."
"No way. This is Nami-san's mikan grove." Sanji fluttered his eyelashes at Nami. "Right, Nami-san? It's all for you!"
"Thank you, Sanji-kun...." Nami cooed detachedly, not looking up from her newspaper.
Zoro was watching the whole scene from the other end of the ship. He spat, disgusted. Feh. That dumb cook just lets himself get used, too easily. You don't see me doin' that.
He looked up suddenly to catch Nami's eye on him, her face seemingly amused.
Shit. Did I say that out loud? He looked the other way quickly, closed his eyes and tried to feign sleep.
"But we're hungry!" Luffy and Usopp were whining.
"Then maybe you can help with dinner!" The cook turned on his heel and went back inside.
"Wait! What about a snack!" They chased after him. "We'll help! Just feed us!"
Zoro gazed off into the distance, leaning back against the rail. The sun was setting, bathing the sea in a golden hue. The sky blazed with shades of scarlet and vermilion. Without knowing, he let out a sigh.
"Pretty... isn't it?" He jumped a little, startled at the sudden interruption. Nami was there, standing behind him, also looking up at the colors on the horizon.
He grunted in reply but did not turn to look at her. "Yeah."
She moved a step closer, but didn't say anything. Zoro could feel the distance close, without seeing it. Suddenly he felt extremely aware of the fact that they were very, very alone.
He swallowed.
The waves made soft sounds, lapping against the sides of the ship.
"Ne," she began.
He heaved a long breath, trying to appear as though she were bothering him.
"....ne." Her voice softened.
He felt something inside him crack at her tone. He turned a little to look at her out of the corner of his eye. "What."
She looked kind of... hopeful. A face that reminded him of that little girl... with the onigiri. "Can I sit with you for awhile?"
He scowled and looked away. "Suki ni shiro."
She grinned, her smile ear-to-ear. "Thanks." Nami hopped nimbly up to perch next to him on the raised deck. He moved his legs over a little-- and only a little-- to give her a spot. She turned around once before she sat down. He pretended not to notice the way she folded up her long legs, tucking them underneath her chin as she sat down in her short skirt. Which only became shorter now that she was sitting. She tugged her hemline back down, slipped off her sandals and stretched her legs, wiggling her red-painted toes happily.
"Aah..." she closed her eyes and sighed luxuriously. "It's a really nice evening, isn't it?"
"I guess."
Nami smiled, inhaling deeply. "The air feels really good."
"I guess."
She giggled teasingly. "Are you mad? Or is this your way of making conversation?"
He scowled and rolled his eyes away. "I don't do small talk."
"Right." Her tone became softened again, her voice sounding faraway and dreamy. "I know."
Zoro folded his arms across his chest, determined to remain surly.
Nami looked down into the sea. "How's your injury?"
"It's fine." he groused, scratching his chest.
"You've done that a lot today..." she began. "It itches?"
"Well, yeah, it's stiches, dummy." How did she know what he had been doing all day? Weird girl. What, was she watching him or somethin'?
"Have you been putting antiseptic on it?"
"Anna-what?"
"You know. To kill the germs?"
"They didn't give me anything."
Nami's eyes widened. "Zoro! It's going to get infected! Hold on..." She ran back to her knapsack, which she had left by her deck chair. She rummaged through the contents purposefully.
"I don't want anything!" he huffed. "Just leave it. It doesn't bother me."
"No, no! I've got some...." she produced a small tube. "Aah. Here." She ran back over, holding the silver tube up like a trophy. "Ta-daa!"
"What is it?" Zoro grumbled, becoming increasingly suspicious.
"It's antiseptic! If you put this on the cut, it will heal faster, and it won't leave as much of a scar."
"I like my scars."
"I know, but the next time you get cut in the same place, the wound will reopen again, in the same way. This will help it mend better and that will be less likely to happen." Nami paused. "So..."
Zoro glared a warning at her. She bit her lip.
"Here," she tried to give him the medicine. "It'll feel better."
"No. It doesn't bother me that much."
"Come on," she cajoled. "Don't be such a big baby."
"Stuff like that is for wimps."
"I'll do it for you!" she offered. "It's not that bad."
"You think I'm a wuss?" he huffed.
"No way." Nami replied, her eyes dark. "You're the toughest person I've ever met."
He felt a lump rising in his throat. "So leave it alone."
"I can't."
"Go away."
"No." she shook her head. "I owe it to you. Zoro."
He rubbed his forehead. Girls could be so difficult. Especially this one. "All right, FINE." he sighed with grouchy resignation. "Just this once."
"Don't worry," she smirked, mockingly conspiratorial. "I won't tell anybody. It'll be just between you and me."
His shoulders tightened involuntarily. "Whatever."
Nami sat down in front of him, and removed the cap from the tube. "Okay, now, take off your shirt..."
"What?!" He sat straight up and backed away."Hell no!"
"Oh, please. Come on, Zoro, we're all adults here." Nami raised an eyebrow. "Really now. How else am I supposed to put this on you?"
"Get away from me, woman!" He held onto his shirt as if to keep it from coming off.
"Zo-rooo! You dummy, it's not like I'm telling you to take your pants off!"
"Th-that's it!" he stood up, casting his shadow across her in the golden light. "I'm-- outta here..." he turned to walk away, noticeably shaken.
Nami grinned evilly. "Wuss."
He snapped back to face her. "What?"
"You're afraid." she giggled. "It's kinda cute."
"I am not!" he protested, his hands making fists at his sides.
"Oh yeah?" her voice rose teasingly. "Where are you going now?"
"Away!"
"Uh-huh." The look on her face was hateably smug.
Seconds ticked by.
"Dammit...!" Zoro's face reddened and twisted with frustration, as he realized he had lost. "Dammit!" He stalked back over to her side and flung his shirt off, sitting down with a huff.
Nami's smile faded into shock.
"What?!" he growled. "Do... your thing. Get it over with."
She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her composure. "A-ahem."
He opened one eye and looked at her. "Well?"
Her cheeks were slightly pink. "R-right."
"What is it?" he wondered. "It's gross, I know."
Nami straightened, tearing her eyes off of his bare shoulders. "No! No, it's not that bad."
"Then...?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Um... nothing." She squirted a little of the ointment onto a fingertip. Gingerly, she moved closer to him and reached out to dab a little bit onto the wound. It reached all the way from his right shoulder down to his left hip, but she aimed for very very edge of the shoulder side. Shoulders were safe. She bit her lip, feeling uncharacteristically hesitant.
He braced himself, his eyes closed tight, expecting it to sting. Her fingertip brushed his skin lightly. The medicine felt unexpectedly cool and tingly on the sore edges of his wound. He let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. She paused, maybe to gauge his reaction, then timidly went for a second dab.
Zoro opened his eyes. "It doesn't sting."
Nami shook her head, drawing her hand away. "I wouldn't use it on you if it did."
He stared at her, a little confused by her sudden shyness. Was this some kind of an act? This girl was full of tricks, he knew. His eyes traveled to her usually smiling mouth, noticing how she was chewing her bottom lip. No-- was she scared?
She added another dab with one timid finger.
"Na," he interjected. "I'm not gonna bite you."
Nami looked up, their eyes meeting. "Huh?"
He raked his fingers through his short locks of hair. "You look like you think I'm gonna bite you."
She looked sheepish. "Ah-heh..."
"Am I that scary?"
She looked away.
He knitted his brow. "Hey."
Nami tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear.
"Hey." he repeated. "Am I?"
"I don't know." she murmured. "Why?"
"'Cause you should know." His voice was gruff. "You... don't have anything to fear from me."
"Zoro." she looked surprised.
He looked away. "So stop acting like I'm going to attack you."
She said nothing.
"...please." his voice trailed off into a weak half-whisper. He closed his eyes again and settled back against the rail.
Her touch was light at first, then firmer, as she gently applied more of the medicine to his skin. First with just one finger, then all of them. She rubbed the cream in gently with her smooth, soft palm. He felt his muscles relax, soothed, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the medicine or not. It was a feeling he couldn't really remember having... something totally new, and he couldn't help wanting more...
"How's that?" she whispered hoarsely.
He grunted approval, trying to keep his voice from cracking.
He heard the relief in her voice. "Good."
She worked her way carefully down the path of stitches. He let himself unwind, slowly letting his guard fall away. His head felt heavy and his arms began to go slack...
Suddenly he jumped. "H-Hey!"
Nami jumped as well, frightened. "Oh my god! What?!"
He pointed to the spot her hand was at, on his belly. "Not there!"
"Huh?" she looked confused, not understanding his meaning.
"Hey-hey! Hhhey, stop!" he gasped, trying to back away and hitting
his head on the rail.
Nami's eyes opened wide in realization. "Here?"
"Yes! I mean, No!"
"No?" she crawled closer. "So... here?"
"O-oi-oi oi!!"
"Zoro--! You're... ticklish?" she finished, incredulously.
"No," his eyes looked desperate. "no, I'm not!"
"Hoo hoo!" she chuckled softly. "You're more fun that I thought."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he fumed.
She waved her hands, trying to calm him down. "Nothing, nothing. I won't tickle you."
"Right."
"Here, let me finish." She pressed his shoulder back against the railing. "Hold still."
Zoro tried to obey, but coudn't stop himself from flinching as she ran her fingers along his abdomen. He stared at her left hand, which she had forgotten to remove from his right shoulder. He squirmed uncomfortably, looking from side to side, feeling like he was being trapped.
She massaged the ointment into his tender skin, and made the mistake of pressing her palm against the muscles underneath.
Nami's breath caught in her throat.
Zoro stared at her like she was crazy. A blush had crept across her cheeks, but he had no idea why.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Z-s-soro... what is that?" she tapped his stomach timidly.
"Baka yarou! It's me," he scoffed. "Whattaya think happens when you throw weights around everyday an' stuff!? You've seen how I work out."
"Yeah, but it's so..." she blushed again, poking.
"The rest of me's all the same way," he protested, holding out his arms.
Nami gulped audibly, starting to get to her feet. "I, uh..."
Suddenly the ship pitched starboard. With a cry, Nami lost her footing and tumbled dangerously towards the rail.
"Help!"
"Nami!"
"Aaaah!"
Zoro clutched at the back of her shirt, catching her, and pulled her back over the ship's side. He leaned back hard against the rail, supporting her weight, and sank back to the deck.
They tried to catch their breath, both wide-eyed with fear. He held her in his lap, protectively, one hand behind her head, the other arm wrapped around her waist in case the ship tossed again.
"Hey." he panted. "I got you."
She whimpered in his arms.
"Hey." he breathed. "You're okay."
She nodded against his chest, trying to regain her composure. "Zoro."
"Hey, you guys okay? That was a big bump!" Luffy skidded outside, gnawing on an oversized drumstick.
"Everybody still here?" Usopp peered out around the door.
"TEEMEE!" Sanji yelled. "What are you doing to my NAMI-SAN!?"
Zoro and Nami looked at each other, then at the non-existent space between them.
"Holy shit!"
"AB-soluely NOTH-ING!" They sprang apart like polar opposites. Nami dusted herself off and adjusted her hemline. Zoro shrugged his shirt back on.
Sanji's face was livid. "It didn't LOOK like 'nothing'."
"I didn't think so either," volunteered Usopp, looking from Sanji to Zoro and back to Sanji with growing interest.
"I don't get it," Luffy announced through a mouthful of meat.
"Sanji-kuuun," Nami cooed, "Is dinner ready?"
Sanji seemed to forget what he was saying. His eyes became large hearts. "Uh-huh! I made d-dinner f-for you!"
"Well!" she said in a sugary voice, having successfully changed the subject, "Let's eat!"
"O-okay!" Sanji tippytoed back inside, followed by Usopp, who looked back at Zoro and winked slyly.
Luffy chewed thoughtfully. "Wait! I don't get it."
Nami didn't turn around to face Zoro, who was behind her. "Zoro."
He rubbed the back of his neck, bashfully. "Aa."
"Thanks."
He looked away. "No problem."
She started to walk towards the kitchen door.
"Wait!"
She stopped but didn't turn. "Yes?"
Zoro folded his arms and looked down at his toes. "Thank you too."
Nami turned slowly and tossed something to him. He caught it. In his hands was the silver tube of medicine.
She flashed him a decidedly suggestive smile, her eyes harboring an invitation.
"Anytime."
Between You and Me, part 2
Zoro awoke from his after-after-dinner nap to the sound of the waves. They made a nice soothing sound, as though lulling him back to sleep again. He scratched his chest and folded his arms behind his head, thinking about how much he really did like the sea. Sleeping on land was so difficult without that soft, rhythmic lullaby. Not too difficult, of course, he was Roronoa Zoro, after all. But it seemed too quiet, uneasy. Like sleeping alone after you had shared a room.
The night air was still and lacked its usual chill wind. He felt comfortable, and even a little dreamy. Everyone else seemed to have retired, leaving him in peace and quiet. AT LAST.
"Zoro!"
Damn.
Maybe if he just pretended to be asleep, she would go away.
No such luck. She bopped his arm. "Wake up, you big oaf. I know you're faking." This was Nami, after all.
Zoro opened one eye. "And why do you think I would be doing that?" he said through gritted teeth, trying to emphasize his point.
Nami put a hand on her hip. "Do you want the psychological analysis, or the short answer?"
"What do you think?" he spat.
She smirked, glaring down at him, giving him the answer he didn't want. "Well, I think you're faking sleep because you want to drive everyone away. You seem to have a phobia towards interaction with other HUMAN BEINGS and seemingly especially females. At least the live ones. You have intimacy issues and..."
"Shut the hell up." he snapped. "I'm not gay!"
Nami threw her head back and laughed. "Zoro! You are so priceless!"
He folded his arms and turned away. "I'm going back to faking sleep now," he annouced.
"No-no-no!" she cackled. "Wait until I catch my breath again!"
Zoro could swear veins were popping in his forehead. "Urusei na... onna...!"
"You say that like it means, leper," she giggled. "Don't worry, honey, you won't catch anything from me."
"What are you saying?" he glowered at her. "And... what is that?"
"What is... what?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"What is that. In your hand." he sniffed. Something smelled... like...
"Oh, these?" Nami looked down at the plate of sugar cookies in her left hand as though they had just appeared. "I don't know... they look like cookies."
Zoro sniffed again.
Nami held the plate out. "I was bored and I thought I'd try cooking something." She caught his expression and laughed. "Yeah, I know! I must have been REALLY bored." She sat down next to him and placed the plate of cookies between them. "But I got Sanji-kun to help me with the recipe part. He thought they were for me. What a sucker..." she chuckled.
Zoro eyed the cookies. They were still steaming from the oven, perfectly shaped like they belonged in a bakery window. He forgot to ask who they were for. "They look fake," he commented.
"Thanks. I thought they turned out looking pretty good too."
"They smell too sweet."
"I'm glad you like them," she said sarcastically.
"Who said I liked them?" He scanned the cookies with his eyes, suspiciously... lemony little double-agents, out to get him.
"Try one," she offered.
"Uh-uh."
"Try it!" she nodded at the cookies.
"Hell no. I know who cooked it."
She gritted her teeth. "TRY one!"
"Real men don't eat sweets." he closed his eyes and rested his head back against the rail, ready to go back to sleep. He let out a yawn...
Nami grabbed him by the shirt and crammed a cookie into his mouth. Zoro's eyes popped open and he tried to spit it out. She held his jaw closed. He tried to pry her fingers away from him but her grip was surprisingly strong. They struggled with each other, pushing and shoving.
"Eat the cookie, dammit!" she seethed. "Eat it!"
"Get off me, you crazy bitch!" he yelled, at the same time. "I don't want your goddamn..."
He blinked and paused as the cookie dissolved in his mouth, in a wonderful wave of sugar, butter, vanilla, and lemon.
Lemon was Zoro's weak spot.
He swallowed, his eyes wide with surprise.
"...Tasty..." His eyes dropped to the plate, where eleven more little pleasurable experiences smiled up at him.
"...Cookies!!" he finished, reaching for the plate.
Nami stared at him as he stuffed two more into his mouth.
"Damn! These are gooood..." he laid back, a weak smile of ecstasy coming across his face. Crumbs remained around his lips. He licked them away slowly, savoring each one. "Oh..."
Nami poked him. "I thought real men don't eat sweets."
"A real man knows when to indulge." Zoro lied, cramming another into his mouth, licking his fingers.
Nami's face had reddened slightly. "What--!" he grumbled. "Can't a man enjoy good cooking when he wants?"
Nami held back her observations for once. Which was okay because he wouldn't get the joke anyway. He didn't know about things like that.
"They're really that good?" she asked.
"Ummm..." he moaned, grabbing another. "UMAAAI."
Okay. The joke was coming whether he got it or not. "Was it as good for you as it was for me? Want me to light you a cigarette?"
"Huh?"
"I know. Don't bother." She turned away, waving her hand. She knew he wouldn't get it.
"I'd rather you made me a sandwich." he grinned.
She whipped around. "You're gross."
"You said it, not me." He tossed her a cookie.
She snatched it from the air. "Like I'd ever do anything with a big dummy like you."
"You should be so lucky." he wiped his mouth with his arm, patting the handle of the sword beside him. "Remember who the expert swordsman is around here."
"Heh!" she scoffed. "Sword skills have... nothing to do with it. I don't know if I'd call it 'lucky'."
"I can think of a few girls who would." Zoro looked up at the sky smugly, kicking his legs out and folding his arms over his chest again.
She looked surprised that he would say something like that for a total of three seconds. Then her face went back to teasing mode. "I don't believe that for a second. You probably still believe in cooties. You may look like a man, but you act like such a little boy. I bet you even kiss like a little boy."
Zoro's eyebrow shot up.
Nami took a step back. "I didn't mean that."
Silence.
"So just forget about it." She looked uneasily at him.
But a challenge had already been issued. And a swordsman never backs down from a challenge.
Zoro grabbed her arm and pulled her down, crushing her lips with a kiss.
Several long moments later, he broke the kiss. She panted for air, her lips blushing pink. When she opened her eyes, the look on his face was excruciatingly, maddeningly proud of himself.
"So what." Nami scowled, looking away. "So you can kiss. That doesn't mean you're good at anything else."
"Is that another challenge?" Zoro's voice was low, as he looked up at her with half-closed eyes, giving her his sexiest smile.
Nami's eyes went wide. "SANJI-KUUUUUN!!!"
Sanji burst out the door of the kitchen. "Nami-san! What's wrong, my love?" He looked back and forth, then spotted them. His eyes flashed as he spied Zoro's hold on Nami's arm. "KISAAAAMA!!" he began with all the drama of a runaway shoujo manga, "How dare you treat a lady like that!"
Nami pretended to cry. "Help me!"
Sanji stalked over and snatched her away from Zoro. "It's all right, there, there... are you hurt?"
Zoro watched as Sanji walked Nami back inside. He was fussing over her, having rescued her from the clutches of Evil.
"Don't worry, I won't let that scary green-haired oaf hurt you anymore..." Sanji glared over his shoulder at Zoro, then turned back to her. "Don't cry. Can I get you anything?"
"I want..." she sniffled, her voice melodramatic. "I want cinnamon rolls."
"Then you shall have them." Sanji disappeared into the kitchen.
Nami looked back at Zoro behind the door, and stuck her tongue out at him.
Zoro flicked his sword out of the sheath with his thumb, a menacing glint in his eye, as he ate another cookie, licking his lips lazily at her.
Nami's eyes popped and her cheeks went red, innuendo not having been lost on her. She ran inside after Sanji, and the kitchen door slammed closed behind her.
"That's right." Zoro muttered, putting his sword back with a self-satisfied grin.
He settled back and munched another cookie, gazing up at the stars.
Between You and Me, part 3
Nami fanned herself with a magazine as she lay out on her lounge chair. She enjoyed the sun, but it was so hot today... why?
Her eyes involuntarily traveled to the stern of the ship, where one possible answer to that question was busy with his daily sword training.
She rolled her eyes. Not again! What was wrong with her anyway? Was she that stupid? Was she so foolish as to fall for every set of broad shoulders and ripped muscles that came her way?
Make that... deliciously ripped... muscles... and tanned, smooth skin...
His brow glistening in the noonday sun...
His shirt dampened from the sweat of his workout, clinging to his chest and his back...
As he repeated his motions over and over and over... training his body...
Nami squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, trying to compose herself. No way! This was crazy. This was stupid. She had to get herself back to normal. If she was going to survive on this ship, and be a real member of the crew, she had to be very careful.
And about 10 yards away were a few things that made some tiny little part of her not want to be very careful at all.
She watched his arms... he swung his weighted sword over his head once, then gave a thrust. A swing, a thrust. His shoulders strained with the weight, but his arms and hands seemed completely sure of his motions, in a way that made Nami feel uncomfortable. The thick muscles of his neck knotted in concentration.
His movements and rhythm were becoming almost hypnotic. Swing, thrust, thrust. Swing, thrust, thrust.
Suddenly Zoro's eye darted over to her, then retreated, the tiniest evidence of a smirk curling the corner of his mouth as he went back to his sword drills.
Nami sat straight up in her chair. He knew! Her jaw set, and her eyes narrowed lethally. That arrogant bastard!
Well. Two could play at this game, couldn't they?
* * * * * *
When Nami suddenly rose from her chair and left, Zoro was thankful. It was weird to have an audience. He liked to be able to concentrate and having spectators threw him off balance.
It was supposed to be just him and the sword.
So he was glad when he had succeeded in bothering her enough that she left.
Poor little Nami. He didn't mean to do it, but could he really help it? He was Roronoa Zoro, after all. And everyone knew that that name not only struck fear into the hearts of pirates, but adoration into the hearts of girls from all Four Blues. And obviously, the young navigator had now joined the list.
So Zoro was feeling pretty proud of himself.
That is, until Nami came back outside.
Wait a minute, he thought, giving another swing. Wasn't she intimidated by my prowess, here? I thought she was inside dramaticisizing about "doki-doki" like girls always do...
But Nami seemed completely calm and under control. Zoro scowled. That's not right, just a minute ago, she was blushing like a strawberry.
He rolled his eyes to himself. That Nami. She's such a liar she can even fool herself, I guess. She's such a....
Suddenly Nami stretched, as if she were tired. She looks like a cat, he thought to himself. She sighed luxuriously, not seeming to remember that he was there. Her hand went to the back of her neck, rubbing it a little, as if it were sore.
Zoro was puzzled. What has she been doing to get sore? I'm the one throwing weights around. She doesn't do anything but lay around and read about stuff I don't understand. Why?
It must be because she's so damn delicate.
He remembered when she had almost fallen over board and he had caught her. Her long limbs folded into his arms had felt nearly weightless in his lap. It was weird. How did she carry around those sacks of treasure like that? Sheer willpower? Because those soft, slender arms certainly didn't look like they could lift much.
Maybe Nami had unseen strength.
He wondered precisely what that could mean. But then his wondering was cut short when Nami did the unthinkable.
She began to slowly peel her shirt off, revealing the flowered bikini top she was wearing underneath. The shirt fell in a little pile of cotton on the deck next to her chair. Zoro glanced around to see if the Love Cook would automatically appear, just because this was happening. Yet no one came, it was just the two of them. He was stuck here, with her, alone...
Nami stretched again and then she began playing with the button of the shorts she was wearing. Zoro gave a hard swing, trying not to pay attention. And another swing. And another... and now he saw Nami unzip her cutoff shorts, slipping them down, showing off a little bikini bottom with ties at the hips. Such a flimsy little piece of material, all one had to do, really, was just pull, and then... but he wasn't paying attention to that at all. It didn't bother him.
It was just him and the sword.
And her skimpy little swimsuit.
No, just him and the sword.
Dammit. This deck is not big enough for the two of us!
Nami turned her back to him, folding her discarded clothes neatly, placing them in a little stack next to her chair. She lay down, crossing her legs slowly one over the other, and lay quietly. Then she seemed to remember something and pulled out a bottle of tanning lotion.
Zoro blinked, shaking his head. There was no time to think about girls and lotion. This was serious!
The greatest swordsman in the world.
The greatest swordsman in the world.
The greatest swordsman in the world.
Nami squirted a huge blob of pink cream into her warm little hand. At the sight, Zoro swung too hard and almost fell on his face. But Nami, not noticing at all, began to smooth the sun lotion on... onto her arms and shoulders, her cheeks, her throat.
The swordsman gathered himself together and continued his workout at double-time.
Swing-thrust-swing-thrust!
Now Nami was slathering lotion onto her long legs, with long luxurious strokes. Zoro felt his brow beading with sweat, and his face felt strangely hot.
Thrust--thrust--thrust--!!
Nami rolled over onto her stomach. She lay, smiling softly, like she was going to fall asleep. But the green-haired, increasingly red-faced boy had shifted into fifth gear, apparently.
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thurst--!!!
Nami grinned. From the looks of things, her little game was working. Now it was time for the clincher.
Laying on her stomach, she waved and called out to him, using her sweetest, most convincing tone. "Zorooo?"
"What do YOU want?" he grunted, pretending to look away.
Nami reached behind her back and pulled the string of her bikini top, letting the little straps hang loose. "Can you do my back for me?" she pleaded, smiling up at him.
Zoro felt like he had been punched in the stomach. All she had to do was sit up, and....! She was so shameless! How was a man supposed to train with indecent girls running around showing off their incredibly curvy little bodies? How indeed? And here she was asking him to stop his business, his daily routine, to take that lotion and rub it into that peachy-cream soft skin? Why in the world would he want to do THAT?
He spat back at her. "HELL no!"
"Aw...!" she pouted, laying there in her untied top, kicking her legs behind her. "Pretty please?"
Zoro sputtered. "You... graaah!" He threw his weighted sword over his shoulder, turned on his heel and stomped back inside. As he passed, she heard him growl under his breath, "Damn you, woman...!"
Nami retied her top, giggling to herself.
This deck isn't big enough for the two of us.
Between You and Me, part 4
Nami found herself backed into a corner, as a green-haired swordsman advanced upon her. He stared intently at her, a wild gleam in his eyes, as he moved towards her. Nami swallowed hard, suddenly feeling small and helpless, like a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf.
"Get the hell out of my room, you big idiot!" she snapped, even though her voice was shaking. She took a deep breath. "I don't know what you're thinking-- but forget it, because I'm not that easy."
"You and your attitude..." he shook his head with an evil smirk, closing in on her, one hand resting on his swords. "You know what you need? A good, hard f--"
"ZORO!" She slapped him, furious.
He rubbed his cheek, grinning. "And I'm just the one to give it to you."
"You...!" Nami fumbled for the right words to express the extent of the outrage she felt. "You... are so..."
Zoro pinned her against the wall, breathing against her neck. "Nami... you know you want me. Or you wouldn't be dreaming about me like this."
Nami sighed, tilting her head back, letting the pleasure sink in. "You're right."
"Of course I am."
"You're right... Zoro..."
"Nami..."
"Zoro...!"
"Nami...!"
"Zoro!" Nami sat up in bed, panting heavily as she awoke from her dream. Realizing she had called out loud, her face turned very red. It was the middle of the night! What if someone had heard?
She put a hand to her cheek. What a sad case she was becoming! This couldn't go on forever. Something had to be done...
But damned if she was going to be the one to cave in first.
Wrapping a robe around her shoulders, she padded off to the kitchen for a glass of water to cool off with.
Opening the kitchen door, she froze in place, with one hand on the door.
Zoro was sitting at the kitchen table, polishing his swords. He looked calm and peaceful. The difference between his current expression and the face he had had in her dream came as a bit of a shock to Nami, who still felt a bit sleepy-headed. And even though he didn't appear the least bit threatening, Nami felt wary. She turned to go, but it was too late. He had already noticed her.
"Yo." Zoro gave her a half-nod, eyeing her. Nami pulled her bathrobe around her shoulders a little more, feeling just the slightest bit embarrassed of her pink shorty pajamas and tank top. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice, which was likely because he was such a numbskull.
"Nice bunnies." Zoro smirked, indicating the white rabbits decorating her pajama shorts.
Nami cringed. Asshole. Well, he had noticed. But it wouldn't be good for him to think that it bothered her, or that walking into the kitchen in the middle of the night and seeing him here affected her in any way whatsoever. No, best to appear cool and calm and natural.
"Thanks," she replied, trying to sound breezy. She walked over to pour herself a glass of water. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Nothin'." Zoro ran the cloth down the sword he was holding and then held it up to the light to check the finish.
Nami blinked. "Hey... that red one... Isn't that the cursed one?"
"Yep."
She giggled. "Should you be playing around with it in the middle of the night?"
Zoro wrinkled his nose. "Psh. Why not?"
Nami put her glass of water down on the table. She held up her hands and wiggled her fingers. "Ooooh... the spooky devil sword..."
Zoro sighed, with an air of arrogance. "Heh. No devil's stupid enough to mess with me."
She nodded. "Yeah, why bother? If you were possessed, no one would know the difference."
Zoro stood and turned slowly to her, his eyes narrowed. "Oh no?"
Nami started back. "Huh?"
"You said..." Zoro licked his lips, staring at her like he would burn a hole through her pajamas, "IF I were possessed....!" He leaned towards her, with a leer.
Quick as a flash Nami grabbed the black sword sitting on the table. "Don't you dare come any closer!" She held the sword out threateningly, pointing it at him.
Zoro's creepy face cracked, and he let out a little laugh. "You dummy, I was just joking. Besides, you're holding it wrong."
Nami glared at him, then blinked. "I am?"
Zoro stepped over to her. "It's more like... this." He rearranged her hands on the handle of the sword so that she was holding it properly. "Feel that? Because if you hold it the way you had it, like that, then your wrists will get tired real fast. You might even hurt yourself."
"Oh." was all Nami could say.
Zoro stood behind her, and grabbed her hands so that he could move her arms for her. "But if you hold it this way, then you can go any way you want..." He lifted her hands and the sword, demonstrating as he spoke. "Up, down, to the left, or to the right..."
Nami watched her hands move with the sword, under his. "High, low, back..." Zoro moved her as if to block a blow from an unseen enemy, then moved to stab ahead. "Forward thrust..."
Okay, this was getting to be too much.
Nami pulled away, ducking under Zoro's arm to twist around outside of his embrace. He was so near that she could feel the warmth of his body, and that was doing things to her that she definitely had no intention of letting him know about. "Well, thanks for the advice."
"What?" Zoro stared at her, so intent on thinking about swordfighting that he didn't understand right away. His hands still held hers in place, even though she was trying to pry them away. "What did I..." Suddenly his expression changed as he understood. "Oh."
"I'll be going now," Nami urged, trying to pull. But he tightened his grip.
"It was the forward thrust, wasn't it?" he muttered, grinning.
Nami glowered at him, not enjoying this one bit. "Will you let go?"
"It was," he announced, with a hint of glee. "You're turning red."
"I am not!" Nami protested. "Believe me, Roronoa Zoro, your little 'forward thrust' has no effect on me."
Zoro dropped the sword and took a step towards her. "Oh no?"
"NO." Nami backed away from him.
"Maybe you should prove it."
"I don't need to!" she sniffed. "My word is good enough."
"Yeah right!" Zoro rolled his eyes. "you're full of lies and tricks. Your 'word'? Probably an IOU you left in someone's pocket, after you snatched their wallet."
Nami's brow knitted angrily. "You bastard. Get away from me."
"Okay, fine with me." Zoro drew back and folded his arms, smugly. Nami turned on her heel and headed for the door, as Zoro continued, "You can just go, knowing I won... and you lost."
"What do you mean?" she asked, whirling around to face him again. "How do you win?"
"Because!" Zoro pointed out. "You said it wasn't the forward thrust, I told you to prove it, and you backed down. So I win by default."
"Screw your default!" she hissed. "I don't care who wins."
"Yeah, you do." he taunted.
Nami stomped over and grabbed Zoro by the shirt, pulled him down to her and kissed him hard. His startled reply was muffled by her mouth upon his. They fought with each other, struggling to see who would dominate who, their tongues engaged in a mini-battle. Nami was winning, having caught him by surprise, but even as she gloated, the swordsman regrouped and fought back. But the battle was called to a standstill when neither could breathe, and they drew back for breath at the same moment.
Zoro stared at Nami, gasping for air. "You... crazy.... bitch. What are you trying.... to pull?"
Nami stared at Zoro, her eyes wide. "I... I have no.... idea....!"
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, reminding them that they were not the only inhabitants of the ship.
"Shit!" Zoro whispered. "Let's go somewhere else."
"Okay..." Nami watched as Zoro put out the light and gathered up his swords in one arm, reaching back to grab her arm with the other. "Ow! Hey!"
Zoro yanked her arm. "Shut up, woman, you want to get caught?"
"Get caught doing what?" she hissed. "We're not doing anything!"
"...Yet." she thought she heard Zoro reply, as he ducked outside, and instantly Nami could have sworn her face was on fire.
She followed him. They listened carefully, and, hearing the bathroom door close and lock, let out a little sigh of relief.
"If we're going to move, now's the time," Nami pointed out.
Zoro pulled her arm. "This way."
They crept downstairs in the dark. Zoro tripped on a step and Nami whapped him. "Quiet, you dolt!"
"I am being quiet," he growled. "You're the noisy one." He ducked into the cargo hold, pulling her after him.
Nami looked puzzled. "The hold?"
Zoro closed the door behind her, dragging crates over to block the entrance and, more importantly, the porthole window. "Why not?"
She sniffed, as he found a lantern and lit it. "Not exactly my idea of a good choice of location."
Zoro snorted. "You won't remember where you are in a few minutes anyway." He put his swords down and shrugged off his shirt.
"Okay, let's go."
Nami's jaw fell open. "You know, every once in a while, I think I understand just how arrogant you are. And then, you blow that away by doing something that brings it to a whole new level."
He shrugged. "I'd prefer you to call it bravado. It's more swordsman-like."
She shook her head, looking up at the ceiling. "You are such a hopeless idiot...!"
"And you," he answered, pulling her to him, "are a lonely girl."
Nami blinked up at him, surprised. "I am not!" she sputtered.
He looked at her sideways. "Then why were you looking for me in the middle of the night?"
She shook her head, insistent. "Dream on! I wasn't looking for you, I came to get a drink of water, and..."
"And you end up in the cargo hold with me?" The corner of his mouth quirked up into a bit of a smirk.
"I didn't plan on it!"
"But you don't seem to mind."
"I do mind!" Nami protested. "Move those crates, I'm going back to my room."
"No."
"Move them!"
"I don't feel like it." He seemed amused by her insistence.
Nami stomped her foot. "Do it, now!"
Zoro's eyes narrowed, his glare icy. "You and your attitude...."
Nami took a step back, fearing the look in his eyes. Uh-oh.
He advanced toward her, his sharp yellow-green gaze bearing down on her. "You know what you need?"
Nami could not help but feel nervous all of a sudden under the swordsman's gaze. Her heart was beating wildly, and she could feel her hands trembling. She shook her head, backing away. "No...."
"I do," Zoro murmured, drawing nearer to touch her cheek. "A good, hard f-- "
"You're crazy," Nami whispered, interrupting him. It was not evident, however, who she was referring to, the swordsman or herself.
"And I'm just the one to give it to you." His crooked grin spread slowly across his face, his narrowed eyes centered on her being.
"You're imagining things." A little voice in the back of Nami's brain began to mock her, with a moronic singsong. Be careful what you wish for. Be careful what you wish for. Be careful what you wish for.
Zoro leaned against the wall, pulling her close. "Show me."
Nami tried to move away, but he had her firmly by the wrists. "What?"
"Kiss me," Zoro's voice was low in the darkness, his tone softened a note. "Kiss me again... and if it stays just a kiss, you win. And I'll move the crates for you."
Nami screwed up her courage. "Fine." She moved in close and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "There."
Zoro shook his head, vehement. "Not like that! Like--" Quickly he brought her arms up to wrap them about his neck, and took her face into his hands.
Nami's eyes widened as Zoro's mouth dove at hers, forcing her lips to open to his kiss. His breath tickled her cheek as he pushed inward, needing, hungry. Her jaw fell open and her eyes drifted closed, and she felt herself weaken, her legs seeming unable to support her. She felt herself hanging on his neck, breathing his breath, his heart beating against hers, and then suddenly her fingers were groping wildly through his hair, toying with his earrings. Her hands slipped down to his shoulders and that was when she remembered that he had already removed his shirt.
The feel of his bare shoulders was indescribable. His skin was like fire, the muscles beneath it tense and ready. Something surged up within her, a rush of some kind of strength, and she found she could stand after all, she could pull against him, she could press her body tight against his. She moaned softly at the thick hardness of his torso against her as she did so, her fingers tracing over the patterns of the scars running across his chest.
He let out a grunt, bringing her back from whereever her brain was skipping off to. "Nami..."
"Mm." She murmured, between kisses.
"Do... you want me to... move the crates?"
Nami looked around for a suitable surface, happy to realize that they were surrounded by sacks of grain and extra bedding.
She leapt at Zoro, cat-like, knocking him backwards. He fell back onto the bags of rice and old blankets with a grunt, shielding her from impact out of reflex.
Nami's pink tongue darted out of the corner of her smile. "What crates?" she purred.
(to be continued.....!)
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!!!!:Between You and Me
"Aw, pleeeeeease? Can't I have just ONE?" Luffy was whining.
"Dame, zettai, DA-ME. "
"Come ooooon....."
"No way. This is Nami-san's mikan grove." Sanji fluttered his eyelashes at Nami. "Right, Nami-san? It's all for you!"
"Thank you, Sanji-kun...." Nami cooed detachedly, not looking up from her newspaper.
Zoro was watching the whole scene from the other end of the ship. He spat, disgusted. Feh. That dumb cook just lets himself get used, too easily. You don't see me doin' that.
He looked up suddenly to catch Nami's eye on him, her face seemingly amused.
Shit. Did I say that out loud? He looked the other way quickly, closed his eyes and tried to feign sleep.
"But we're hungry!" Luffy and Usopp were whining.
"Then maybe you can help with dinner!" The cook turned on his heel and went back inside.
"Wait! What about a snack!" They chased after him. "We'll help! Just feed us!"
Zoro gazed off into the distance, leaning back against the rail. The sun was setting, bathing the sea in a golden hue. The sky blazed with shades of scarlet and vermilion. Without knowing, he let out a sigh.
"Pretty... isn't it?" He jumped a little, startled at the sudden interruption. Nami was there, standing behind him, also looking up at the colors on the horizon.
He grunted in reply but did not turn to look at her. "Yeah."
She moved a step closer, but didn't say anything. Zoro could feel the distance close, without seeing it. Suddenly he felt extremely aware of the fact that they were very, very alone.
He swallowed.
The waves made soft sounds, lapping against the sides of the ship.
"Ne," she began.
He heaved a long breath, trying to appear as though she were bothering him.
"....ne." Her voice softened.
He felt something inside him crack at her tone. He turned a little to look at her out of the corner of his eye. "What."
She looked kind of... hopeful. A face that reminded him of that little girl... with the onigiri. "Can I sit with you for awhile?"
He scowled and looked away. "Suki ni shiro."
She grinned, her smile ear-to-ear. "Thanks." Nami hopped nimbly up to perch next to him on the raised deck. He moved his legs over a little-- and only a little-- to give her a spot. She turned around once before she sat down. He pretended not to notice the way she folded up her long legs, tucking them underneath her chin as she sat down in her short skirt. Which only became shorter now that she was sitting. She tugged her hemline back down, slipped off her sandals and stretched her legs, wiggling her red-painted toes happily.
"Aah..." she closed her eyes and sighed luxuriously. "It's a really nice evening, isn't it?"
"I guess."
Nami smiled, inhaling deeply. "The air feels really good."
"I guess."
She giggled teasingly. "Are you mad? Or is this your way of making conversation?"
He scowled and rolled his eyes away. "I don't do small talk."
"Right." Her tone became softened again, her voice sounding faraway and dreamy. "I know."
Zoro folded his arms across his chest, determined to remain surly.
Nami looked down into the sea. "How's your injury?"
"It's fine." he groused, scratching his chest.
"You've done that a lot today..." she began. "It itches?"
"Well, yeah, it's stiches, dummy." How did she know what he had been doing all day? Weird girl. What, was she watching him or somethin'?
"Have you been putting antiseptic on it?"
"Anna-what?"
"You know. To kill the germs?"
"They didn't give me anything."
Nami's eyes widened. "Zoro! It's going to get infected! Hold on..." She ran back to her knapsack, which she had left by her deck chair. She rummaged through the contents purposefully.
"I don't want anything!" he huffed. "Just leave it. It doesn't bother me."
"No, no! I've got some...." she produced a small tube. "Aah. Here." She ran back over, holding the silver tube up like a trophy. "Ta-daa!"
"What is it?" Zoro grumbled, becoming increasingly suspicious.
"It's antiseptic! If you put this on the cut, it will heal faster, and it won't leave as much of a scar."
"I like my scars."
"I know, but the next time you get cut in the same place, the wound will reopen again, in the same way. This will help it mend better and that will be less likely to happen." Nami paused. "So..."
Zoro glared a warning at her. She bit her lip.
"Here," she tried to give him the medicine. "It'll feel better."
"No. It doesn't bother me that much."
"Come on," she cajoled. "Don't be such a big baby."
"Stuff like that is for wimps."
"I'll do it for you!" she offered. "It's not that bad."
"You think I'm a wuss?" he huffed.
"No way." Nami replied, her eyes dark. "You're the toughest person I've ever met."
He felt a lump rising in his throat. "So leave it alone."
"I can't."
"Go away."
"No." she shook her head. "I owe it to you. Zoro."
He rubbed his forehead. Girls could be so difficult. Especially this one. "All right, FINE." he sighed with grouchy resignation. "Just this once."
"Don't worry," she smirked, mockingly conspiratorial. "I won't tell anybody. It'll be just between you and me."
His shoulders tightened involuntarily. "Whatever."
Nami sat down in front of him, and removed the cap from the tube. "Okay, now, take off your shirt..."
"What?!" He sat straight up and backed away."Hell no!"
"Oh, please. Come on, Zoro, we're all adults here." Nami raised an eyebrow. "Really now. How else am I supposed to put this on you?"
"Get away from me, woman!" He held onto his shirt as if to keep it from coming off.
"Zo-rooo! You dummy, it's not like I'm telling you to take your pants off!"
"Th-that's it!" he stood up, casting his shadow across her in the golden light. "I'm-- outta here..." he turned to walk away, noticeably shaken.
Nami grinned evilly. "Wuss."
He snapped back to face her. "What?"
"You're afraid." she giggled. "It's kinda cute."
"I am not!" he protested, his hands making fists at his sides.
"Oh yeah?" her voice rose teasingly. "Where are you going now?"
"Away!"
"Uh-huh." The look on her face was hateably smug.
Seconds ticked by.
"Dammit...!" Zoro's face reddened and twisted with frustration, as he realized he had lost. "Dammit!" He stalked back over to her side and flung his shirt off, sitting down with a huff.
Nami's smile faded into shock.
"What?!" he growled. "Do... your thing. Get it over with."
She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her composure. "A-ahem."
He opened one eye and looked at her. "Well?"
Her cheeks were slightly pink. "R-right."
"What is it?" he wondered. "It's gross, I know."
Nami straightened, tearing her eyes off of his bare shoulders. "No! No, it's not that bad."
"Then...?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Um... nothing." She squirted a little of the ointment onto a fingertip. Gingerly, she moved closer to him and reached out to dab a little bit onto the wound. It reached all the way from his right shoulder down to his left hip, but she aimed for very very edge of the shoulder side. Shoulders were safe. She bit her lip, feeling uncharacteristically hesitant.
He braced himself, his eyes closed tight, expecting it to sting. Her fingertip brushed his skin lightly. The medicine felt unexpectedly cool and tingly on the sore edges of his wound. He let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. She paused, maybe to gauge his reaction, then timidly went for a second dab.
Zoro opened his eyes. "It doesn't sting."
Nami shook her head, drawing her hand away. "I wouldn't use it on you if it did."
He stared at her, a little confused by her sudden shyness. Was this some kind of an act? This girl was full of tricks, he knew. His eyes traveled to her usually smiling mouth, noticing how she was chewing her bottom lip. No-- was she scared?
She added another dab with one timid finger.
"Na," he interjected. "I'm not gonna bite you."
Nami looked up, their eyes meeting. "Huh?"
He raked his fingers through his short locks of hair. "You look like you think I'm gonna bite you."
She looked sheepish. "Ah-heh..."
"Am I that scary?"
She looked away.
He knitted his brow. "Hey."
Nami tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear.
"Hey." he repeated. "Am I?"
"I don't know." she murmured. "Why?"
"'Cause you should know." His voice was gruff. "You... don't have anything to fear from me."
"Zoro." she looked surprised.
He looked away. "So stop acting like I'm going to attack you."
She said nothing.
"...please." his voice trailed off into a weak half-whisper. He closed his eyes again and settled back against the rail.
Her touch was light at first, then firmer, as she gently applied more of the medicine to his skin. First with just one finger, then all of them. She rubbed the cream in gently with her smooth, soft palm. He felt his muscles relax, soothed, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the medicine or not. It was a feeling he couldn't really remember having... something totally new, and he couldn't help wanting more...
"How's that?" she whispered hoarsely.
He grunted approval, trying to keep his voice from cracking.
He heard the relief in her voice. "Good."
She worked her way carefully down the path of stitches. He let himself unwind, slowly letting his guard fall away. His head felt heavy and his arms began to go slack...
Suddenly he jumped. "H-Hey!"
Nami jumped as well, frightened. "Oh my god! What?!"
He pointed to the spot her hand was at, on his belly. "Not there!"
"Huh?" she looked confused, not understanding his meaning.
"Hey-hey! Hhhey, stop!" he gasped, trying to back away and hitting
his head on the rail.
Nami's eyes opened wide in realization. "Here?"
"Yes! I mean, No!"
"No?" she crawled closer. "So... here?"
"O-oi-oi oi!!"
"Zoro--! You're... ticklish?" she finished, incredulously.
"No," his eyes looked desperate. "no, I'm not!"
"Hoo hoo!" she chuckled softly. "You're more fun that I thought."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he fumed.
She waved her hands, trying to calm him down. "Nothing, nothing. I won't tickle you."
"Right."
"Here, let me finish." She pressed his shoulder back against the railing. "Hold still."
Zoro tried to obey, but coudn't stop himself from flinching as she ran her fingers along his abdomen. He stared at her left hand, which she had forgotten to remove from his right shoulder. He squirmed uncomfortably, looking from side to side, feeling like he was being trapped.
She massaged the ointment into his tender skin, and made the mistake of pressing her palm against the muscles underneath.
Nami's breath caught in her throat.
Zoro stared at her like she was crazy. A blush had crept across her cheeks, but he had no idea why.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Z-s-soro... what is that?" she tapped his stomach timidly.
"Baka yarou! It's me," he scoffed. "Whattaya think happens when you throw weights around everyday an' stuff!? You've seen how I work out."
"Yeah, but it's so..." she blushed again, poking.
"The rest of me's all the same way," he protested, holding out his arms.
Nami gulped audibly, starting to get to her feet. "I, uh..."
Suddenly the ship pitched starboard. With a cry, Nami lost her footing and tumbled dangerously towards the rail.
"Help!"
"Nami!"
"Aaaah!"
Zoro clutched at the back of her shirt, catching her, and pulled her back over the ship's side. He leaned back hard against the rail, supporting her weight, and sank back to the deck.
They tried to catch their breath, both wide-eyed with fear. He held her in his lap, protectively, one hand behind her head, the other arm wrapped around her waist in case the ship tossed again.
"Hey." he panted. "I got you."
She whimpered in his arms.
"Hey." he breathed. "You're okay."
She nodded against his chest, trying to regain her composure. "Zoro."
"Hey, you guys okay? That was a big bump!" Luffy skidded outside, gnawing on an oversized drumstick.
"Everybody still here?" Usopp peered out around the door.
"TEEMEE!" Sanji yelled. "What are you doing to my NAMI-SAN!?"
Zoro and Nami looked at each other, then at the non-existent space between them.
"Holy shit!"
"AB-soluely NOTH-ING!" They sprang apart like polar opposites. Nami dusted herself off and adjusted her hemline. Zoro shrugged his shirt back on.
Sanji's face was livid. "It didn't LOOK like 'nothing'."
"I didn't think so either," volunteered Usopp, looking from Sanji to Zoro and back to Sanji with growing interest.
"I don't get it," Luffy announced through a mouthful of meat.
"Sanji-kuuun," Nami cooed, "Is dinner ready?"
Sanji seemed to forget what he was saying. His eyes became large hearts. "Uh-huh! I made d-dinner f-for you!"
"Well!" she said in a sugary voice, having successfully changed the subject, "Let's eat!"
"O-okay!" Sanji tippytoed back inside, followed by Usopp, who looked back at Zoro and winked slyly.
Luffy chewed thoughtfully. "Wait! I don't get it."
Nami didn't turn around to face Zoro, who was behind her. "Zoro."
He rubbed the back of his neck, bashfully. "Aa."
"Thanks."
He looked away. "No problem."
She started to walk towards the kitchen door.
"Wait!"
She stopped but didn't turn. "Yes?"
Zoro folded his arms and looked down at his toes. "Thank you too."
Nami turned slowly and tossed something to him. He caught it. In his hands was the silver tube of medicine.
She flashed him a decidedly suggestive smile, her eyes harboring an invitation.
"Anytime."
Between You and Me, part 2
Zoro awoke from his after-after-dinner nap to the sound of the waves. They made a nice soothing sound, as though lulling him back to sleep again. He scratched his chest and folded his arms behind his head, thinking about how much he really did like the sea. Sleeping on land was so difficult without that soft, rhythmic lullaby. Not too difficult, of course, he was Roronoa Zoro, after all. But it seemed too quiet, uneasy. Like sleeping alone after you had shared a room.
The night air was still and lacked its usual chill wind. He felt comfortable, and even a little dreamy. Everyone else seemed to have retired, leaving him in peace and quiet. AT LAST.
"Zoro!"
Damn.
Maybe if he just pretended to be asleep, she would go away.
No such luck. She bopped his arm. "Wake up, you big oaf. I know you're faking." This was Nami, after all.
Zoro opened one eye. "And why do you think I would be doing that?" he said through gritted teeth, trying to emphasize his point.
Nami put a hand on her hip. "Do you want the psychological analysis, or the short answer?"
"What do you think?" he spat.
She smirked, glaring down at him, giving him the answer he didn't want. "Well, I think you're faking sleep because you want to drive everyone away. You seem to have a phobia towards interaction with other HUMAN BEINGS and seemingly especially females. At least the live ones. You have intimacy issues and..."
"Shut the hell up." he snapped. "I'm not gay!"
Nami threw her head back and laughed. "Zoro! You are so priceless!"
He folded his arms and turned away. "I'm going back to faking sleep now," he annouced.
"No-no-no!" she cackled. "Wait until I catch my breath again!"
Zoro could swear veins were popping in his forehead. "Urusei na... onna...!"
"You say that like it means, leper," she giggled. "Don't worry, honey, you won't catch anything from me."
"What are you saying?" he glowered at her. "And... what is that?"
"What is... what?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"What is that. In your hand." he sniffed. Something smelled... like...
"Oh, these?" Nami looked down at the plate of sugar cookies in her left hand as though they had just appeared. "I don't know... they look like cookies."
Zoro sniffed again.
Nami held the plate out. "I was bored and I thought I'd try cooking something." She caught his expression and laughed. "Yeah, I know! I must have been REALLY bored." She sat down next to him and placed the plate of cookies between them. "But I got Sanji-kun to help me with the recipe part. He thought they were for me. What a sucker..." she chuckled.
Zoro eyed the cookies. They were still steaming from the oven, perfectly shaped like they belonged in a bakery window. He forgot to ask who they were for. "They look fake," he commented.
"Thanks. I thought they turned out looking pretty good too."
"They smell too sweet."
"I'm glad you like them," she said sarcastically.
"Who said I liked them?" He scanned the cookies with his eyes, suspiciously... lemony little double-agents, out to get him.
"Try one," she offered.
"Uh-uh."
"Try it!" she nodded at the cookies.
"Hell no. I know who cooked it."
She gritted her teeth. "TRY one!"
"Real men don't eat sweets." he closed his eyes and rested his head back against the rail, ready to go back to sleep. He let out a yawn...
Nami grabbed him by the shirt and crammed a cookie into his mouth. Zoro's eyes popped open and he tried to spit it out. She held his jaw closed. He tried to pry her fingers away from him but her grip was surprisingly strong. They struggled with each other, pushing and shoving.
"Eat the cookie, dammit!" she seethed. "Eat it!"
"Get off me, you crazy bitch!" he yelled, at the same time. "I don't want your goddamn..."
He blinked and paused as the cookie dissolved in his mouth, in a wonderful wave of sugar, butter, vanilla, and lemon.
Lemon was Zoro's weak spot.
He swallowed, his eyes wide with surprise.
"...Tasty..." His eyes dropped to the plate, where eleven more little pleasurable experiences smiled up at him.
"...Cookies!!" he finished, reaching for the plate.
Nami stared at him as he stuffed two more into his mouth.
"Damn! These are gooood..." he laid back, a weak smile of ecstasy coming across his face. Crumbs remained around his lips. He licked them away slowly, savoring each one. "Oh..."
Nami poked him. "I thought real men don't eat sweets."
"A real man knows when to indulge." Zoro lied, cramming another into his mouth, licking his fingers.
Nami's face had reddened slightly. "What--!" he grumbled. "Can't a man enjoy good cooking when he wants?"
Nami held back her observations for once. Which was okay because he wouldn't get the joke anyway. He didn't know about things like that.
"They're really that good?" she asked.
"Ummm..." he moaned, grabbing another. "UMAAAI."
Okay. The joke was coming whether he got it or not. "Was it as good for you as it was for me? Want me to light you a cigarette?"
"Huh?"
"I know. Don't bother." She turned away, waving her hand. She knew he wouldn't get it.
"I'd rather you made me a sandwich." he grinned.
She whipped around. "You're gross."
"You said it, not me." He tossed her a cookie.
She snatched it from the air. "Like I'd ever do anything with a big dummy like you."
"You should be so lucky." he wiped his mouth with his arm, patting the handle of the sword beside him. "Remember who the expert swordsman is around here."
"Heh!" she scoffed. "Sword skills have... nothing to do with it. I don't know if I'd call it 'lucky'."
"I can think of a few girls who would." Zoro looked up at the sky smugly, kicking his legs out and folding his arms over his chest again.
She looked surprised that he would say something like that for a total of three seconds. Then her face went back to teasing mode. "I don't believe that for a second. You probably still believe in cooties. You may look like a man, but you act like such a little boy. I bet you even kiss like a little boy."
Zoro's eyebrow shot up.
Nami took a step back. "I didn't mean that."
Silence.
"So just forget about it." She looked uneasily at him.
But a challenge had already been issued. And a swordsman never backs down from a challenge.
Zoro grabbed her arm and pulled her down, crushing her lips with a kiss.
Several long moments later, he broke the kiss. She panted for air, her lips blushing pink. When she opened her eyes, the look on his face was excruciatingly, maddeningly proud of himself.
"So what." Nami scowled, looking away. "So you can kiss. That doesn't mean you're good at anything else."
"Is that another challenge?" Zoro's voice was low, as he looked up at her with half-closed eyes, giving her his sexiest smile.
Nami's eyes went wide. "SANJI-KUUUUUN!!!"
Sanji burst out the door of the kitchen. "Nami-san! What's wrong, my love?" He looked back and forth, then spotted them. His eyes flashed as he spied Zoro's hold on Nami's arm. "KISAAAAMA!!" he began with all the drama of a runaway shoujo manga, "How dare you treat a lady like that!"
Nami pretended to cry. "Help me!"
Sanji stalked over and snatched her away from Zoro. "It's all right, there, there... are you hurt?"
Zoro watched as Sanji walked Nami back inside. He was fussing over her, having rescued her from the clutches of Evil.
"Don't worry, I won't let that scary green-haired oaf hurt you anymore..." Sanji glared over his shoulder at Zoro, then turned back to her. "Don't cry. Can I get you anything?"
"I want..." she sniffled, her voice melodramatic. "I want cinnamon rolls."
"Then you shall have them." Sanji disappeared into the kitchen.
Nami looked back at Zoro behind the door, and stuck her tongue out at him.
Zoro flicked his sword out of the sheath with his thumb, a menacing glint in his eye, as he ate another cookie, licking his lips lazily at her.
Nami's eyes popped and her cheeks went red, innuendo not having been lost on her. She ran inside after Sanji, and the kitchen door slammed closed behind her.
"That's right." Zoro muttered, putting his sword back with a self-satisfied grin.
He settled back and munched another cookie, gazing up at the stars.
Between You and Me, part 3
Nami fanned herself with a magazine as she lay out on her lounge chair. She enjoyed the sun, but it was so hot today... why?
Her eyes involuntarily traveled to the stern of the ship, where one possible answer to that question was busy with his daily sword training.
She rolled her eyes. Not again! What was wrong with her anyway? Was she that stupid? Was she so foolish as to fall for every set of broad shoulders and ripped muscles that came her way?
Make that... deliciously ripped... muscles... and tanned, smooth skin...
His brow glistening in the noonday sun...
His shirt dampened from the sweat of his workout, clinging to his chest and his back...
As he repeated his motions over and over and over... training his body...
Nami squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, trying to compose herself. No way! This was crazy. This was stupid. She had to get herself back to normal. If she was going to survive on this ship, and be a real member of the crew, she had to be very careful.
And about 10 yards away were a few things that made some tiny little part of her not want to be very careful at all.
She watched his arms... he swung his weighted sword over his head once, then gave a thrust. A swing, a thrust. His shoulders strained with the weight, but his arms and hands seemed completely sure of his motions, in a way that made Nami feel uncomfortable. The thick muscles of his neck knotted in concentration.
His movements and rhythm were becoming almost hypnotic. Swing, thrust, thrust. Swing, thrust, thrust.
Suddenly Zoro's eye darted over to her, then retreated, the tiniest evidence of a smirk curling the corner of his mouth as he went back to his sword drills.
Nami sat straight up in her chair. He knew! Her jaw set, and her eyes narrowed lethally. That arrogant bastard!
Well. Two could play at this game, couldn't they?
* * * * * *
When Nami suddenly rose from her chair and left, Zoro was thankful. It was weird to have an audience. He liked to be able to concentrate and having spectators threw him off balance.
It was supposed to be just him and the sword.
So he was glad when he had succeeded in bothering her enough that she left.
Poor little Nami. He didn't mean to do it, but could he really help it? He was Roronoa Zoro, after all. And everyone knew that that name not only struck fear into the hearts of pirates, but adoration into the hearts of girls from all Four Blues. And obviously, the young navigator had now joined the list.
So Zoro was feeling pretty proud of himself.
That is, until Nami came back outside.
Wait a minute, he thought, giving another swing. Wasn't she intimidated by my prowess, here? I thought she was inside dramaticisizing about "doki-doki" like girls always do...
But Nami seemed completely calm and under control. Zoro scowled. That's not right, just a minute ago, she was blushing like a strawberry.
He rolled his eyes to himself. That Nami. She's such a liar she can even fool herself, I guess. She's such a....
Suddenly Nami stretched, as if she were tired. She looks like a cat, he thought to himself. She sighed luxuriously, not seeming to remember that he was there. Her hand went to the back of her neck, rubbing it a little, as if it were sore.
Zoro was puzzled. What has she been doing to get sore? I'm the one throwing weights around. She doesn't do anything but lay around and read about stuff I don't understand. Why?
It must be because she's so damn delicate.
He remembered when she had almost fallen over board and he had caught her. Her long limbs folded into his arms had felt nearly weightless in his lap. It was weird. How did she carry around those sacks of treasure like that? Sheer willpower? Because those soft, slender arms certainly didn't look like they could lift much.
Maybe Nami had unseen strength.
He wondered precisely what that could mean. But then his wondering was cut short when Nami did the unthinkable.
She began to slowly peel her shirt off, revealing the flowered bikini top she was wearing underneath. The shirt fell in a little pile of cotton on the deck next to her chair. Zoro glanced around to see if the Love Cook would automatically appear, just because this was happening. Yet no one came, it was just the two of them. He was stuck here, with her, alone...
Nami stretched again and then she began playing with the button of the shorts she was wearing. Zoro gave a hard swing, trying not to pay attention. And another swing. And another... and now he saw Nami unzip her cutoff shorts, slipping them down, showing off a little bikini bottom with ties at the hips. Such a flimsy little piece of material, all one had to do, really, was just pull, and then... but he wasn't paying attention to that at all. It didn't bother him.
It was just him and the sword.
And her skimpy little swimsuit.
No, just him and the sword.
Dammit. This deck is not big enough for the two of us!
Nami turned her back to him, folding her discarded clothes neatly, placing them in a little stack next to her chair. She lay down, crossing her legs slowly one over the other, and lay quietly. Then she seemed to remember something and pulled out a bottle of tanning lotion.
Zoro blinked, shaking his head. There was no time to think about girls and lotion. This was serious!
The greatest swordsman in the world.
The greatest swordsman in the world.
The greatest swordsman in the world.
Nami squirted a huge blob of pink cream into her warm little hand. At the sight, Zoro swung too hard and almost fell on his face. But Nami, not noticing at all, began to smooth the sun lotion on... onto her arms and shoulders, her cheeks, her throat.
The swordsman gathered himself together and continued his workout at double-time.
Swing-thrust-swing-thrust!
Now Nami was slathering lotion onto her long legs, with long luxurious strokes. Zoro felt his brow beading with sweat, and his face felt strangely hot.
Thrust--thrust--thrust--!!
Nami rolled over onto her stomach. She lay, smiling softly, like she was going to fall asleep. But the green-haired, increasingly red-faced boy had shifted into fifth gear, apparently.
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thurst--!!!
Nami grinned. From the looks of things, her little game was working. Now it was time for the clincher.
Laying on her stomach, she waved and called out to him, using her sweetest, most convincing tone. "Zorooo?"
"What do YOU want?" he grunted, pretending to look away.
Nami reached behind her back and pulled the string of her bikini top, letting the little straps hang loose. "Can you do my back for me?" she pleaded, smiling up at him.
Zoro felt like he had been punched in the stomach. All she had to do was sit up, and....! She was so shameless! How was a man supposed to train with indecent girls running around showing off their incredibly curvy little bodies? How indeed? And here she was asking him to stop his business, his daily routine, to take that lotion and rub it into that peachy-cream soft skin? Why in the world would he want to do THAT?
He spat back at her. "HELL no!"
"Aw...!" she pouted, laying there in her untied top, kicking her legs behind her. "Pretty please?"
Zoro sputtered. "You... graaah!" He threw his weighted sword over his shoulder, turned on his heel and stomped back inside. As he passed, she heard him growl under his breath, "Damn you, woman...!"
Nami retied her top, giggling to herself.
This deck isn't big enough for the two of us.
Between You and Me, part 4
Nami found herself backed into a corner, as a green-haired swordsman advanced upon her. He stared intently at her, a wild gleam in his eyes, as he moved towards her. Nami swallowed hard, suddenly feeling small and helpless, like a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf.
"Get the hell out of my room, you big idiot!" she snapped, even though her voice was shaking. She took a deep breath. "I don't know what you're thinking-- but forget it, because I'm not that easy."
"You and your attitude..." he shook his head with an evil smirk, closing in on her, one hand resting on his swords. "You know what you need? A good, hard f--"
"ZORO!" She slapped him, furious.
He rubbed his cheek, grinning. "And I'm just the one to give it to you."
"You...!" Nami fumbled for the right words to express the extent of the outrage she felt. "You... are so..."
Zoro pinned her against the wall, breathing against her neck. "Nami... you know you want me. Or you wouldn't be dreaming about me like this."
Nami sighed, tilting her head back, letting the pleasure sink in. "You're right."
"Of course I am."
"You're right... Zoro..."
"Nami..."
"Zoro...!"
"Nami...!"
"Zoro!" Nami sat up in bed, panting heavily as she awoke from her dream. Realizing she had called out loud, her face turned very red. It was the middle of the night! What if someone had heard?
She put a hand to her cheek. What a sad case she was becoming! This couldn't go on forever. Something had to be done...
But damned if she was going to be the one to cave in first.
Wrapping a robe around her shoulders, she padded off to the kitchen for a glass of water to cool off with.
Opening the kitchen door, she froze in place, with one hand on the door.
Zoro was sitting at the kitchen table, polishing his swords. He looked calm and peaceful. The difference between his current expression and the face he had had in her dream came as a bit of a shock to Nami, who still felt a bit sleepy-headed. And even though he didn't appear the least bit threatening, Nami felt wary. She turned to go, but it was too late. He had already noticed her.
"Yo." Zoro gave her a half-nod, eyeing her. Nami pulled her bathrobe around her shoulders a little more, feeling just the slightest bit embarrassed of her pink shorty pajamas and tank top. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice, which was likely because he was such a numbskull.
"Nice bunnies." Zoro smirked, indicating the white rabbits decorating her pajama shorts.
Nami cringed. Asshole. Well, he had noticed. But it wouldn't be good for him to think that it bothered her, or that walking into the kitchen in the middle of the night and seeing him here affected her in any way whatsoever. No, best to appear cool and calm and natural.
"Thanks," she replied, trying to sound breezy. She walked over to pour herself a glass of water. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Nothin'." Zoro ran the cloth down the sword he was holding and then held it up to the light to check the finish.
Nami blinked. "Hey... that red one... Isn't that the cursed one?"
"Yep."
She giggled. "Should you be playing around with it in the middle of the night?"
Zoro wrinkled his nose. "Psh. Why not?"
Nami put her glass of water down on the table. She held up her hands and wiggled her fingers. "Ooooh... the spooky devil sword..."
Zoro sighed, with an air of arrogance. "Heh. No devil's stupid enough to mess with me."
She nodded. "Yeah, why bother? If you were possessed, no one would know the difference."
Zoro stood and turned slowly to her, his eyes narrowed. "Oh no?"
Nami started back. "Huh?"
"You said..." Zoro licked his lips, staring at her like he would burn a hole through her pajamas, "IF I were possessed....!" He leaned towards her, with a leer.
Quick as a flash Nami grabbed the black sword sitting on the table. "Don't you dare come any closer!" She held the sword out threateningly, pointing it at him.
Zoro's creepy face cracked, and he let out a little laugh. "You dummy, I was just joking. Besides, you're holding it wrong."
Nami glared at him, then blinked. "I am?"
Zoro stepped over to her. "It's more like... this." He rearranged her hands on the handle of the sword so that she was holding it properly. "Feel that? Because if you hold it the way you had it, like that, then your wrists will get tired real fast. You might even hurt yourself."
"Oh." was all Nami could say.
Zoro stood behind her, and grabbed her hands so that he could move her arms for her. "But if you hold it this way, then you can go any way you want..." He lifted her hands and the sword, demonstrating as he spoke. "Up, down, to the left, or to the right..."
Nami watched her hands move with the sword, under his. "High, low, back..." Zoro moved her as if to block a blow from an unseen enemy, then moved to stab ahead. "Forward thrust..."
Okay, this was getting to be too much.
Nami pulled away, ducking under Zoro's arm to twist around outside of his embrace. He was so near that she could feel the warmth of his body, and that was doing things to her that she definitely had no intention of letting him know about. "Well, thanks for the advice."
"What?" Zoro stared at her, so intent on thinking about swordfighting that he didn't understand right away. His hands still held hers in place, even though she was trying to pry them away. "What did I..." Suddenly his expression changed as he understood. "Oh."
"I'll be going now," Nami urged, trying to pull. But he tightened his grip.
"It was the forward thrust, wasn't it?" he muttered, grinning.
Nami glowered at him, not enjoying this one bit. "Will you let go?"
"It was," he announced, with a hint of glee. "You're turning red."
"I am not!" Nami protested. "Believe me, Roronoa Zoro, your little 'forward thrust' has no effect on me."
Zoro dropped the sword and took a step towards her. "Oh no?"
"NO." Nami backed away from him.
"Maybe you should prove it."
"I don't need to!" she sniffed. "My word is good enough."
"Yeah right!" Zoro rolled his eyes. "you're full of lies and tricks. Your 'word'? Probably an IOU you left in someone's pocket, after you snatched their wallet."
Nami's brow knitted angrily. "You bastard. Get away from me."
"Okay, fine with me." Zoro drew back and folded his arms, smugly. Nami turned on her heel and headed for the door, as Zoro continued, "You can just go, knowing I won... and you lost."
"What do you mean?" she asked, whirling around to face him again. "How do you win?"
"Because!" Zoro pointed out. "You said it wasn't the forward thrust, I told you to prove it, and you backed down. So I win by default."
"Screw your default!" she hissed. "I don't care who wins."
"Yeah, you do." he taunted.
Nami stomped over and grabbed Zoro by the shirt, pulled him down to her and kissed him hard. His startled reply was muffled by her mouth upon his. They fought with each other, struggling to see who would dominate who, their tongues engaged in a mini-battle. Nami was winning, having caught him by surprise, but even as she gloated, the swordsman regrouped and fought back. But the battle was called to a standstill when neither could breathe, and they drew back for breath at the same moment.
Zoro stared at Nami, gasping for air. "You... crazy.... bitch. What are you trying.... to pull?"
Nami stared at Zoro, her eyes wide. "I... I have no.... idea....!"
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, reminding them that they were not the only inhabitants of the ship.
"Shit!" Zoro whispered. "Let's go somewhere else."
"Okay..." Nami watched as Zoro put out the light and gathered up his swords in one arm, reaching back to grab her arm with the other. "Ow! Hey!"
Zoro yanked her arm. "Shut up, woman, you want to get caught?"
"Get caught doing what?" she hissed. "We're not doing anything!"
"...Yet." she thought she heard Zoro reply, as he ducked outside, and instantly Nami could have sworn her face was on fire.
She followed him. They listened carefully, and, hearing the bathroom door close and lock, let out a little sigh of relief.
"If we're going to move, now's the time," Nami pointed out.
Zoro pulled her arm. "This way."
They crept downstairs in the dark. Zoro tripped on a step and Nami whapped him. "Quiet, you dolt!"
"I am being quiet," he growled. "You're the noisy one." He ducked into the cargo hold, pulling her after him.
Nami looked puzzled. "The hold?"
Zoro closed the door behind her, dragging crates over to block the entrance and, more importantly, the porthole window. "Why not?"
She sniffed, as he found a lantern and lit it. "Not exactly my idea of a good choice of location."
Zoro snorted. "You won't remember where you are in a few minutes anyway." He put his swords down and shrugged off his shirt.
"Okay, let's go."
Nami's jaw fell open. "You know, every once in a while, I think I understand just how arrogant you are. And then, you blow that away by doing something that brings it to a whole new level."
He shrugged. "I'd prefer you to call it bravado. It's more swordsman-like."
She shook her head, looking up at the ceiling. "You are such a hopeless idiot...!"
"And you," he answered, pulling her to him, "are a lonely girl."
Nami blinked up at him, surprised. "I am not!" she sputtered.
He looked at her sideways. "Then why were you looking for me in the middle of the night?"
She shook her head, insistent. "Dream on! I wasn't looking for you, I came to get a drink of water, and..."
"And you end up in the cargo hold with me?" The corner of his mouth quirked up into a bit of a smirk.
"I didn't plan on it!"
"But you don't seem to mind."
"I do mind!" Nami protested. "Move those crates, I'm going back to my room."
"No."
"Move them!"
"I don't feel like it." He seemed amused by her insistence.
Nami stomped her foot. "Do it, now!"
Zoro's eyes narrowed, his glare icy. "You and your attitude...."
Nami took a step back, fearing the look in his eyes. Uh-oh.
He advanced toward her, his sharp yellow-green gaze bearing down on her. "You know what you need?"
Nami could not help but feel nervous all of a sudden under the swordsman's gaze. Her heart was beating wildly, and she could feel her hands trembling. She shook her head, backing away. "No...."
"I do," Zoro murmured, drawing nearer to touch her cheek. "A good, hard f-- "
"You're crazy," Nami whispered, interrupting him. It was not evident, however, who she was referring to, the swordsman or herself.
"And I'm just the one to give it to you." His crooked grin spread slowly across his face, his narrowed eyes centered on her being.
"You're imagining things." A little voice in the back of Nami's brain began to mock her, with a moronic singsong. Be careful what you wish for. Be careful what you wish for. Be careful what you wish for.
Zoro leaned against the wall, pulling her close. "Show me."
Nami tried to move away, but he had her firmly by the wrists. "What?"
"Kiss me," Zoro's voice was low in the darkness, his tone softened a note. "Kiss me again... and if it stays just a kiss, you win. And I'll move the crates for you."
Nami screwed up her courage. "Fine." She moved in close and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "There."
Zoro shook his head, vehement. "Not like that! Like--" Quickly he brought her arms up to wrap them about his neck, and took her face into his hands.
Nami's eyes widened as Zoro's mouth dove at hers, forcing her lips to open to his kiss. His breath tickled her cheek as he pushed inward, needing, hungry. Her jaw fell open and her eyes drifted closed, and she felt herself weaken, her legs seeming unable to support her. She felt herself hanging on his neck, breathing his breath, his heart beating against hers, and then suddenly her fingers were groping wildly through his hair, toying with his earrings. Her hands slipped down to his shoulders and that was when she remembered that he had already removed his shirt.
The feel of his bare shoulders was indescribable. His skin was like fire, the muscles beneath it tense and ready. Something surged up within her, a rush of some kind of strength, and she found she could stand after all, she could pull against him, she could press her body tight against his. She moaned softly at the thick hardness of his torso against her as she did so, her fingers tracing over the patterns of the scars running across his chest.
He let out a grunt, bringing her back from whereever her brain was skipping off to. "Nami..."
"Mm." She murmured, between kisses.
"Do... you want me to... move the crates?"
Nami looked around for a suitable surface, happy to realize that they were surrounded by sacks of grain and extra bedding.
She leapt at Zoro, cat-like, knocking him backwards. He fell back onto the bags of rice and old blankets with a grunt, shielding her from impact out of reflex.
Nami's pink tongue darted out of the corner of her smile. "What crates?" she purred.
(to be continued.....!)
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