Sand
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: NamixVivi.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, alright?!
Rating: G
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It seemed strange to Nami that the only place she could think of taking Vivi on a date would be the beach. The princess lived in Arabasta; the place with more sand than anywhere else! Taking her on a date to a beach just seemed redundant, like they had just stayed at Vivi's and played in her back garden. And that made Nami wonder if she should have tried to take her somewhere else.
Yet Vivi seemed to love the white sands, running around in the bikini Nami had lent her and laughing. The attitude was contagious, and soon, Nami found herself grinning and running around too; joining Vivi in the shallow part of the ocean to splash her with the cold salt water. All too soon, they were soaked and dripping wet, unable to stop giggling even as they went to dry themselves off.
Gently, Nami lifted up a towel, placing it over Vivi's hair as she carefully dried the locks, ignoring her own hair. Large eyes looked up at her and she smiled. A moment later, the blue-haired girl leaned over and kissed her on the lips. At this, the older girl wrapped her arms around her waist.