Title: Unmentionables
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Nami
Words: 777 (Jackpot! :D)
Prompt: Undergarments/bras
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Discussion of body parts and a little swearing.

Nami shivered miserably as she locked the bathroom door. She had just come off the first night watch during a Grand Line freak snowstorm. The Going Merry's open crow's nest was probably the least pleasant place Nami could imagine at the moment. As soon as Robin had relieved her, she rushed inside for a hot shower after a brief stop in their room to grab a pair of warm pajamas and a robe.

She stripped off her wet clothing, leaving most of it in a soggy pile in the corner. Her bra, however, had been quite expensive, so she laid it out on a towel to dry.

She stood directly under the hot spray of the shower, letting her muscles thaw slowly. She would have been perfectly content to melt into a lethargic puddle on the floor, but someone was pounding on the door.

"Just a minute!" She enjoyed a few more brief seconds of the warm water before she hurriedly toweled off and then wrapped the towel around her damp hair. She tugged on the cozy, flannel pajamas and shrugged on her fuzzy robe to continued knocking.

"Nami, I really have to go!" Now that she recognized Zoro's voice, she was tempted to move slower, just because. She smirked to herself as she imagined him dancing from foot to foot outside the door.

"Keep your pants on; I'm almost done!" She rolled her eyes, scooped up her pile of clothes, slammed open the door, and breezed past the half-asleep, sulky swordsman. "It's all yours."

He grunted what might have been a "thanks" and pulled the door shut behind him.

Nami had just snuggled under a blanket and begun to slip into sleep when she was awakened by more knocking. Unlike before, this knock was quick and furtive. She shuffled over to the door.

"Couldn't this wait until morning?" she snapped without even looking to see who it was.

"Um..." It was Zoro again. He looked rather unsettled and kept looking to either side like he was afraid someone was going to catch him doing something he shouldn't. "Can I come in?"

"No. Say whatever you need to say, and then leave me alone!"

Instead of responding verbally, Zoro reached into his haramaki-apparently he even slept in it-and pulled out her bra. He held it away from himself, gripped furtively by a shoulder strap between his right thumb and index finger. He was eyeing it like it was coated in toxic waste or it might explode or decide to bite him.

"You, uh, left this in the bathroom..."

She probably should have been mortified, but the sight of Zoro had her giggling.

"It's just a bra, Zoro. It's not like it's going to hurt you."

"I know that!" he grumbled. "It's just that it was, you know, touching some of your naughty bits..."

Now Nami was outright laughing!

"Did you seriously just call them my naughty bits?"

"Shut up!" Zoro scowled at her. "You'll wake up everyone else! Is it so wrong not to want second hand contact with your breasts?" Nami stopped laughing and frowned at him.

"Do you find me repulsive or something?" She was actually rather offended.

"No! That's not what I meant! I'd rather have the real thing than a substitute!" He realized what he'd just blurted and turned a surprisingly bright shade of red. He looked away and thrust the bra at Nami again. "I just figured you'd want this back before the love cook found it and decided to keep it or Luffy thought it was a funny hat or something."

Rather than immediately taking the article and retreating, she placed a hand on Zoro's arm.

"Thanks. I didn't mean to embarrass you-or myself."

"Just take the damn thing back." He replied through clenched teeth, but she could feel some of the tension leave the muscles in his arm. That is, until they heard a noise nearby.

Both their heads snapped around to look in the direction of the sound to see Usopp gaping at the sight of Zoro handing off a bra to Nami.

"Go back to bed, Usopp," Nami directed in a strained voice. "This is all just a strange dream."

"I-it is?"

"Yeah," Zoro growled. "If you were really awake and had really seen this, you would already be dead."

"I'm going back to bed," Usopp obediently chanted. "This is all just a strange dream..."

"That couldn't possibly have really worked, could it?" Nami felt a migraine in the making.

"I wouldn't bet on it."