Good Morning
Nami yawned and looked up at the ceiling. The sunlight was bouncing off the walls, causing pretty patterns to appear around the room. She sighed as a small gust of wind blew through the open window; she'd never been so relaxed.
The figure next to her shuffled and grunted in his sleep.
She grinned as she turned to look at him. He looked so peaceful when he slept.
Gently she ran a hand through his moss green hair, then down onto his chest. Cautiously she fingered the scar that ran right from his left shoulder to his right hip. Nami hadn't been there when he got it, but when he was fighting Hachi, it looked painful. Now it didn't look painful at all, it added to him, it was what made Zoro, Zoro.
Her actions woke him. He smiled at her, with that special smile that she loved.
He leant forward and gave her a tender kiss on the lips.
"Good morning." He whispered.
Nami smiled.
"Good morning." She repied.
What do you think? My first try so please be kind. Constructive critisism is welcome