Let me just apologize now. It's been a LONG time since I've written fan fiction. I recently caught up with the anime, and I must say, I'm surprised no one has written anything in reference to the body switching that happened on Vega Punk. It was the moment when Nami commented on how strong Sanji's body was, to withstand the beating it was taking that got me thinking about this. I've never written this pairing before, but hopefully I can have some fun with it. If I don't get any feed back, I may just leave this as a one shot. If you're digging the theme, leave me a review. I'd love to continue with it, if anyone is down to read.

Obviously, I don't own One Piece.

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Nami stared up at the ceiling and sighed deeply. Steam swirled around her face in response. The hot bath was supposed to help her clear her head, but it seemed to only cloud it further. The red head looked down at her own body, submerged in the bubbly water. She had a few cuts and bruises. Some her own doing. Others had appeared when Sanji had been in her form. Her legs were especially sore. She imagined the cook had tried to fight while they were switched. He must have felt so weak. So helpless. Cupping her hands, the young woman brought warm water to her face, running thin fingers through her long, wet locks. Nami tried not to think about how it had felt to be Sanji. Even without his fighting ability, she had felt the strength of his limbs; the tight, lean muscle stretched across his lanky frame. The navigator was no fool. She had always known Sanji was tough. He had protected her and the rest of the crew on countless occasions. It was just so easy for a woman to forget how impressive he was when most of his interactions with her were downright embarrassing.

Leaving a small trail of water on the floor, Nami left the tub and dried herself off. She immediately shrugged into a robe. Any moment spent uncovered was an opportunity for the Love-Cook or Brooks to peep on her. She shuddered, imagining what they had been up to with her body while she was separated from them. At the very least, she was certain that Sanji had gotten more than a good look at her breasts. Not to mention all the groping he had done. He really ought to be ashamed of how he behaved! Crossing her arms over her chest, the navigator walked through the hall in the direction of her room. Without permission, memories of Sanji's broad chest came to the young woman's mind. She hadn't intended to, but there had been a moment or two when she had... explored the blonde's body a bit while she was in it. She may have taken a moment to appreciate his rippling abs. Even his arms, which he doesn't even use to fight were blessed with impressive biceps. Of course, she had resisted all urges to check his downstairs inventory, but it had been difficult to ignore the unfamiliar weight between her legs. How men run around with those things bouncing all over the place is beyond me!

So absorbed in her own thoughts, Nami didn't hear the footsteps coming from around the corner. Before she knew it, she was face to face with the ships cook.

"Nami-san!" He exclaimed, stars in his eyes. "You look even more gorgeous when you're fresh out of the bath!"

"Ah... Sanji-kun," Smiling weakly, she tightened her robe. "What are you doing up so late?"

Snapping out of his lovestruck state for a moment, Sanji pulled a cigarette from his coat. "I noticed Luffy wasn't in bed, so I was checking the kitchen to make sure the idiot wasn't stealing food," He lit his up his vice and continued. "He wasn't in there, so I thought I'd see if I could find him. It's not his turn for watch, so chances are, he's getting into some kind of trouble."

Nami watched the man take a long pull and release the smoke into the air above his head. He really was attractive when he wasn't behaving like a buffoon. So well mannered and clean most of the time as well. He certainly stood in contrast to the rest of the men in the crew. Realizing she was staring, the red head quickly spit out a reply. "You're probably right, Sanji-kun. Knowing Luffy, he's most likely plotting some way to ruin everyone's night. It's a good thing you noticed he was up!" She gave her crew mate a reassuring, if not completely genuine smile.

On queue, hearts exploded from the young man's eyes. "Nami-swaaaan!" The blonde did a little twirl in the narrow hall and beamed at her, "You're too kind, to say something so encouraging to your humble love slave!" He clasped her hands between his own. " You do so much more for our crew! Let me repay you by treating you like the beautiful flower you are!" He took a step back, releasing the dainty hands from his own. "I'll go make you a cool snack. I'm sure you're hot from your soak!"

Before she could open her mouth to decline, the chef was prancing away, his original purpose for being in the hall forgotten. Nami rubbed her temple irritably. She knew Sanji meant well, but his constant doting was exhausting at times. Not to mention the fact that his ass kissing was not in the least bit attractive to her. She almost felt bad for him. He put so much effort into pleasing her, despite the fact that she would never return his feelings. She felt a bit of blood rush to her cheeks. It's too bad, though. It definitely felt like a good bit of weight down there...