Title: It's Hard Being a Girl

Author: paws-bells

Beta-ed by: MelissaRose85

Characters/Pairing: Nami and Monkey D. Luffy

Type: Two-Shot (Complete)

Genre: Romance/General/Humor

Word Count: 7472

Rating: M (Contains content suitable for mature teens and older) SMUT WARNING!

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei.

Summary: Post Time Skip. GenBen. Chaos erupts on the Thousand Sunny when Luffy is accidentally turned into a girl. Nami is not a happy camper, and what's with this constant urge to molest her Captain?

Chapter Last Revised on: 18/05/14

Chapter Two

"Huh?" he could only reply intelligibly.

"You said that you don't like boobs. I don't think it's fair for you to decide so quickly when you haven't even gotten to the fun part of it," she told him candidly.

"What fun part-" he demanded only to cut himself off completely when she leaned over and casually, lightly, licked a dusky pink nipple. Where she was sitting, she was at the perfect height to unleash her teasing intention on her unsuspecting Captain. Her eyes were fixed on his face, and therefore it was easy to see the way he drew a sharp, startled breath and stilled when the wet, slightly ticklish feeling hit him. Without waiting for him to completely process the foreign but strangely fluttery sensation that had quickly crept into his stomach, she parted her lips and took his areola into her mouth, engulfing the tender flesh with moist, wet heat and the slow, lazy flicks of her tongue, and he was so surprised by the unexpected pleasure that his legs shook. His eyes widened to the size of marbles and his mouth dropped open; his sudden hypersensitivity and awareness made goosebumps immediately appear all over his body. He stared dumbly down at her in shock, and a strange feeling started to build in him, one that was both heavy and shivery at the same time but not unpleasant, an instinctive, anticipatory feeling that was akin to the excitement he would feel prior to a fierce battle, but different.

Then, she nipped him lightly, playfully, and he yelped, only for her to sooth away the sharp ache with the gentle suckling motions of her soft, insistent mouth, and something in him – hazy heat, lazy pleasure – started to quickly unfurl, and a rough, husky sound of uncertain need struggled to claw its way out of his throat. His knees really buckled this time and he tilted forward dazedly, and unprepared for his sudden shift in equilibrium, the two toppled right into the hot, steaming waters of the ofuro behind with a loud splash.

Nami sucked in a deep breath of air as her head broke the surface mere seconds later, sitting up and adjusting to her unexpected dip in the bath. Her long waterlogged hair, now a shade of dark orange, floated around her and plastered to her head and shoulders in ribbons, and her clothes were completely drenched. Frowning slightly, she fished around her and then finally drug up the slightly limp form of her half-dressed Senchou, unconcernedly propping him up against the edge of the huge tub and then ensuring that he wouldn't slip back underwater again. Devil fruit users had such bothersome disabilities when encountered with water…

"You alright?" she asked at last, superficially calm and unflappable, whereas he looked at her fuzzily, blinking water out of his eyes before his vision cleared and sharpened, and then he really stared at her.

"Nami…" he eyed her with equal amounts of burning curiosity and wary caution, as if he did not quite know what to make of what had just happened between them. "What was that?"

To her credit, she maintained her outward composure and shrugged at him. "You probably tripped on your own feet, fell onto me, and we both got knocked back into the water, that's what. I swear, you are so clumsy, Luffyko."

There was a lightly teasing tone in her voice as she called him by the detestable nickname that he had earned from the crew, and for some reason or another, the way she spoke his name made his eyes focus acutely on her mouth, and a strange heat spread through him. Luffy did not understand what this feeling was, but he knew enough that he was interested to pursue the matter further. Her deliberate obtuseness made him frown slightly.

"No," he rejected her blithe answer outright and asked once more. "What was that?"

It was quite obvious what he was talking about. She was unrepentantly unashamed of her naughty deed though – that look on his face when she did it was enough to convince her that it was worthwhile to cross this unspoken boundary when it came to him. She merely smiled slightly, looking at him with wide innocuous eyes (he wasn't the only one who could portray sweet innocence at will) that were suspiciously too amused to be just that, and replied.

"Depends. Did you like it?" There was a silky, feline quality to her voice, and his hormones that had lain dormant all the while finally decided that it was a good time to show themselves (most likely thanks to Ivankov's unintentional meddling). He likely hadn't figured out what was going on yet, but the becoming flush on his feminine face made Nami's smile widen with almost catlike intent.

His eyes still fixed on hers, he slowly nodded.

So it was on.

Lured in by his adorable expression, the orange-haired girl crept nearer to her feminized Senchou, involuntarily intrigued, her heart set aflutter by his honest, flattering reaction towards her. This had all started as a curious experiment, but since he hadn't put a stop to it, she also didn't quite mind carrying on with what they had between them and seeing it to the end if he allowed it.

She glided to stop before him, and after a charged pause, he reached out for her. She stilled to see what he would do, and the tips of his small, girlish fingers brushed against the fabric of her bikini. He paused again, head cocked contemplatively as if trying to figure what he was trying to do, and then he looked her in the eyes once more.

"I wanna touch you." There was no hesitation in his expectant request. He was bare from waist up and he obviously wanted her to reciprocate. She eyed him placidly for a while, her expression unreadable except for the secretive sphinx's smile playing at her pink lips, watching, observing, testing his mettle. He did not blink or turn his gaze away from hers, and there was an intensity there that pleased her and made her insides squirm with excitement. Nearly a minute passed before she finally moved, shifting to a graceful sideways kneel, then languidly reaching back to her nape and undoing the strings of her bikini. Once loose, the tiny scrap of material slid off her abundant breasts, leaving them gloriously bare.

He stared at the soft, incredibly inviting flesh, her fair torso slick and gleaming with moisture, and he felt his fingers twitch instinctively. For some reason, his mouth was starting to water as well, and he immediately thought of what she had done to him just now, her lips on his skin, the determined flicks of her tongue doing strange, pleasurable things to his insides. His face warmed slightly more, his eyes sharp with growing interest and attentiveness, and he slowly licked his lips.

Somehow, her chest looked extremely fascinating to him, nothing like the dull, boring ones that had sprung from his female form. They resembled a pair of ripe, juicy peaches, full to the point of bursting with delicious sweetness, and his mouth watered even more at his fertile imagination. He started to wonder just how she would feel against his lips and taste on his tongue. She did not move as he reached for her again, and this time he laid his hand on her, slowly and deliberately. She was as soft as he had thought she would feel, her skin smooth and milky, and his fingers started to curl against her enticing flesh, lightly squeezing the firm but intriguingly jiggly mass. Her breathing quickened, and somehow her reaction caused him excitement as well. He frowned slightly though when his female hand was too small cup her breast completely – this wouldn't be a problem when he was normal – and so he made a mental note to try this again with her when he had been returned as a man.

"Luffy…" she breathed, her gaze half lidded as she looked at him. There was something alluring in her low, husky voice that simply called out to him, and he struggled to straighten and get closer to her. His water weakened body was not being very cooperative to his demands though; in the end, he simply grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him instead. Despite being in female form, his strength was still easily above average. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, a soft sound escaped her mouth, and she ended up on her knees between his legs, her hands falling forwards to rest on the edge of the ofuro on both sides of his head, bracing herself against the large tub as she knelt over him, his own form partially darkened by her shadow. Her tempting breasts hovered right in full view before his face, and so he simply leaned forward, brushing his mouth against the feminine flesh first, then latching onto one of her pink, puckered nipples, beaded like a sweet, luscious berry, and proceeded to repeat everything that she had done to him earlier.

Little mews of startled pleasure burst out of her throat not too long after, a fine delicious shudder running through her sleek, lithe form, and he raised his eyes to her face, watching as her eyelids fluttered, her pretty mouth forming a stunned 'o' as he suckled her eagerly, a really attractive flush dusting her cheekbones. He pushed his face into her full bosom, at the same time kneading the soft flesh with his hand with decided enthusiasm; she was right, breasts were so much more fun and interesting to play with when they belonged to other people, and Nami's reactions when he moved his mouth in certain ways against her skin was…captivating. The sweet little sounds she made caused his heart to race, and for some reason, he felt…really good. She held his attention like a snake charmer enthralling a cobra, and he wondered if she felt the same things he did when she had been touching him earlier. The thought made him feel even more excited, even if he didn't quite know why.

She was panting slightly, her eyes wild and glowing with desire when she finally gathered the presence of mind to pull away from his warm, addictive mouth. Her hands went to his face, her palms cradling his cheeks, and she sat back on her haunches to look at him with a fixated, predatory intent. He stared back at her, entranced by that all too feline, hungry expression on her face, irresistibly drawn to her and the words that she was not saying.

A vague sense of unsure realization crept up to him then, and he blinked, trying to understand what was going on.

"Nami…" he spoke slowly then, and immediately gained her attention. "What are we doing…?"

Because this was something entirely new – hot, throbbing, exhilarating – that he had never explored with anyone before her, and it completely went against all the hard learned lessons of personal space and respect of individual boundaries that had been pounded into his head when he was only a young boy. Still, this reminded him vaguely of something similar that he had come across before, of young, giddy couples in the idyllic village of his home island, of secretive, unspoken exchanges in their wanting, heated gazes, a clandestine underlying current of affection and desire that he hadn't understood back then but was slowly beginning to see now.

Nami had been watching him too.

Oh. Oh.

So this was what two people could do if they were looking at each other with those eyes.

Nami leaned in then, so very close that he could see the light dusting of freckles that sat on the tip of her nose. She paused when she was just a hairsbreadth away from touching him, and the rich burgundy of her eyes was slowly swallowing him whole with the all-encompassing intensity of her gaze. She had his full attention then – he was breathless, as if his lungs suddenly decided to stop working, and his lips tingled from where her soft exhalations brushed against him. The enigmatic smile in her eyes made him still completely – there was her answer to his question – and then she allowed herself to fall forward for that tiny fraction of a millimeter, and at last, their mouths touched.

Heat ignited immediately, like nothing he had ever experienced before, then swiftly combusted into sweet, raging fire that spread across all of him when she boldly pressed her advantage, slowly moving her lips against his, drawing her tongue daringly along the seam of his slightly parted mouth. He felt like she had just hit him with one of her monstrously effective thunder attacks; he was stunned and he tingled all over, and at the region around his mouth, it felt as if every available nerve endings he ever possessed had all decided to camp themselves right there, and the sensation she evoked was both unbelievably amazing and so bewilderingly foreign at the same time. He shuddered, a muffled sound of growing need escaping him, and then she swept her tongue into his mouth, the small, slick, agile muscle gliding across his teeth and darting deeper into his mouth to engage his own, which had suddenly felt thick and stupid and clumsy at the same time.

The lust that exploded from him was overwhelming, and dazed by all these sensations of…pleasure…overpowering his senses, he could only grip her tightly and let her bring him along for the ride. His stunned mind struggled to understand and appropriate a suitable outlet for all the ferocious, aggressive need that was surging through his system, and she was only too willing to lead him.

It hadn't been her intention to take things this far, but something in her had snapped the moment he laid his mouth on her body, and her need for him was becoming so great that it was driving her mad. As if the door to a dark cage had finally been broken open after being locked and carefully sealed away all this while, denied and ignored for ages, the fierce, possessive beast hiding under her skin simply refused to be brought to heel any longer. To hell with all the things she should or should not do when it came to one Monkey D. Luffy, Captain of the Mugiwara kaizoku. The soft spot that she had developed for him had been very obvious to her by the time she officially joined the crew, and through all the adventures they had been on as well as the additional two years they had spent apart from each other, her feelings kept growing and growing until they solidified to something so absolute and certain that it was almost tangible, and by the time realization finally hit her, her deep, enduring affection for him could no longer be simply explained away by something as unassuming and shallow as an infatuation or a crush.

He was the only one she would willingly concede to, who could convince her to go along with his harebrained adventures and throw aside all of her hard learned instincts of self-preservation and self-absorbed love for money and material goods, just for his sake. He gave her the courage to do the things that she would not have been able to without him, and he was the one who taught her that there was strength in never giving up, to always reach for her dreams. He was the one who gave her the freedom to live this life that she had chosen, the boy with the straw hat and sandals who had forcibly shattered her cage of pain and misery just because she had asked it of him, because they were nakama.

She had always known that he loved each and every one of them wholly and with equal fervor, and it had taken her a while – a long, long while of self-denial and rejection – to finally admit to herself that he was the only one whom she would love just as much, and even more. It was an inevitable admission quietly acknowledged to herself and then promptly buried deep in her heart, because such useless, unnecessary feelings had no place in the crew, and nothing good could ever come of this. They were all young and had huge aspirations to look forward to, and romantic love would just complicate matters.

And then, this entire incident with Emporio Ivankov happened, and if it had been a challenge to deny Luffy when he was being all petulant and insistent, then dealing with Luffyko was a whole new level of exercise in willpower altogether, and he was so damned cute that it took all of her self-control to keep her wits around him. Hitting him when he became too obnoxious for words helped some, and unlike the men who balked at their usual interactions with him now that he was temporarily female, she had no such compulsions, even though sometimes her body had the most alarming urge to propel blood right out of her nostrils. Luckily enough, she had not sunk that low yet.

It was obvious by now; when it came to Monkey D. Luffy, Nami was completely pansexual – or perhaps just plain Luffy-sexual. He could probably be turned into a human-sized gnat (he was sometimes already as irritating as one) and she'd still be unreasonably attracted to him. Nami wondered if this qualified as an obsessive behavior.

And now, she was somehow kissing him in the hot tub and he was actually responding to her.

Granted, she had just lured him there, molested him, then cornered him and kissed him without his permission, but he seemed to be rolling with everything she was throwing at him, and after the initial shock at her actions, he was starting to recover well enough to finally react. His hand dropped to her waist and stayed there, and he started to lean into her more, his mouth moving slowly against hers, as if testing the boundaries of this new thing that they were doing, then quickly becoming more enthusiastic (albeit quite clumsily so) when he finally determined that he really enjoyed this activity.

Luffyko's lips were as soft as rose petals, and even beyond the awkward nose bumping and initial teeth clinking together when he suddenly became too excited, Nami decided that she really liked kissing him too. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, curiously exploring her, probing eagerly at every nook and cranny, and then humming with husky need when she sucked sensually on that slippery, tensile muscle, relishing in the heart pounding, utterly arousing sensation of this intimate exchange. They strained against each other, both topless, Nami all but straddling the smaller 'female' by now, water lapping against their skins, their full chests mashed together and nipples rubbing against each other's, and the slick friction felt incredible.

Sanji would have been simultaneously crying and hemorrhaging through the nose if he could see what was going on now, not that Nami had any intention of letting anyone know what they were getting up to in the bathroom. This part of Luffy, she would never want to share with anyone. Still kissing him fervently, her hands left his face and started to run restlessly down his womanized torso, caressing his body as she went and drawing faint moans from him. He was small but curvy, and her fingers brushed against the sides of his rounded hips before reaching for his pants, undoing the buttons and then immediately delving under his undershorts, lightly rubbing at the place between his legs.

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the unexpected pleasure that shot through him like a lightning bolt, tensing in shock at her aggressively forward action. It was enough to make him break away from her addictive mouth, hazy euphoria quickly evaporating away as he stared at her with huge doe-like eyes, breathing hard from sexual excitement.

"N-Nami!" he yelped, sounding very much like an outraged maiden. "What are you doing?! Don't touch there!"

She did not cease her ministrations, just continued to massage the slick, increasingly needy flesh situated at the apex of his thighs. Leaning forward slightly, she nipped at his ear. He quivered at the sensation. "Hush," Nami told him huskily. "I'm going to make you feel really good. You will like this, I promise. Just sit back and enjoy."

She sounded so sure of herself that he could only reluctantly subside and let her have her way. Besides, whatever she was doing to him felt incredible. Every movement of her hand brought shivers of pleasure racing through his loins, each more intense than the last; her slim fingers were fiddling with the strange little nub between his legs and then she was putting delicious pressure against his woman parts with the heel of her palm. He was growing tense and increasingly jittery as a hot, liquidy sensation spread all over his lower belly and proceeded to seep to his groin, and she distracted him by dropping wet, open mouthed kisses at the side of his neck and shoulder – those felt very, very good as well.

His eyes fluttered close, and his hips twitched helplessly against her magic hand. Her touch was amazing. His head fell back to rest against the edge of the ofuro, and his own hands slipped underwater to cling hesitantly onto her wrist, not trying to stop her actions, but he was not entirely sure what he wanted to do with them either. There was a growing urgency thrumming in his heated, restless blood, and he was panting raggedly as the pressure build further, and further, winding him up so tightly that he thought that he was going to die from this suspenseful excitement. He was teetering precariously on the precipice but he did not know what to expect after, and then she pushed him right over the edge.

The release, when it came, hit him so hard and fast that he completely lost awareness of everything else. His thighs immediately clamped close around her hand, keeping her locked against him, and his body jerked on its own accord. His eyes squeezed shut as a startled little moan left his lips, and the carnal rapture painted so expressively on his face said just about everything. He had never felt anything like that before, and that she was his first orgasm made this entirely strange encounter more than acceptable in Nami's book. She stilled and watched him intently with glowing, burgundy eyes. Like everything else he did, he was so open in his reaction that it was incredibly arousing to see him in the throes of sexual fulfillment.

Moments later, when he finally snapped out of the climax-induced stupor, blinking open large, limpid, dazed eyes, the pure look of languorous wonder he gave her made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. The orange-haired vixen chuckled softly and then affectionately kissed his cheek. She slid her hand out of his pants and smiled at him.

"Nami…" he breathed giddily. "That was…"

"Uhmm," she replied amusedly in acknowledgement of his speechless amazement. "Did you like it?"

'Like it' didn't even come close to describing what he felt. He nodded fervently.

"I- That was-" It was obvious that he was still at a loss for words, and for somebody like him, the fact that she had managed to drive him to speechlessness was incredibly flattering. She would have done this a lot earlier if she had known that he was going to react like that. Her smile growing, she kissed him again, this time right on the mouth. He was learning quickly, for even distracted, he responded immediately, tentatively darting his tongue out to lick at her lips as he did so. Extremely pleased with his reaction towards her, she would have been more than happy to deepen the kiss when he suddenly stiffened.

Pulling back slightly, she was mildly alarmed to see a grimace on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked immediately, concerned. There was no need for him to say a thing; the reason for his discomfort quickly became clear when his appearance started to alter and rearrange itself.

"I think…those hormones are wearing off," she told him after observing him for a while.

Even as she watched, his entire facial structure seemed shift right before her eyes, the softer contours of womanhood sharpening to the leaner, angular features of a male. His ridiculously large eyes became slightly narrower, and his eyelashes, while still considerably long for a man, were markedly less dense and exaggerated as compared to earlier. Already, the shape of his mouth was less pronounced, his lips less plump, and his cheekbones became more distinct as he began to look less and less like a woman. His body was also changing back, the small, feminine frame elongating as his skeletal structure rapidly grew back to his original height, the soft curves quickly disappearing, replaced by firm, sleek muscles and a whipcord lean physique. Very soon, his previously full bust was also no more, rounded breasts seemingly melting away until that horrific X-shaped scar on his chest became obscenely prominent once more, overlaid on flat pectorals that led down to a hard, toned abdomen and, at last, tapering off to narrow, masculine hips.

By the time his appearance stabilized, he was more or less back to his original form, and was quite obviously larger than she was, if only slightly. He had never been a particularly tall individual and would likely never develop a physically intimidating form, but despite that, the inherent strength that she could feel radiating from him was beyond impressive, and still straddling him, she leaned back further to give him an arched look.

"Well, you look like your usual manly self again, Senchou," she commented, remarkably calm despite the fact that they were still both half naked and pressed intimately together. "How do you feel?"

He looked slightly drained, though she could not tell for sure if it was due to the extreme hormonal upheaval in his body that had just switched his system from an 'innie' right back to an 'outie,' or the sexual exertions she had put him through prior to that. Luffy lolled out his tongue, looking momentarily sleepy.

"Feels weird," he replied in a disgruntled mumble, before her words finally registered and he suddenly jackknifed from his earlier slouched position, his forehead nearly smashing into her nose in what would have been a very painful collision, much to her cry of protest. Nami didn't even have the time to hit him for his abrupt movements when he unceremoniously tossed her off of him in his haste to grab at his crotch instead, and she toppled backwards right into the water again with a yelp and an ungainly splash.

The look on Luffy's face immediately changed to one of glee and excitement when he found what he was looking for; apparently, everything was right where it belonged and he had his full set of plumbing returned to him. Most importantly of all, "MY KINTAMA! NAMI. NAMI. THEY ARE BACK. MY KINTAMA IS BA-"

The orange-haired goddess that surged out from the water was neither merciful nor forgiving, and after the unceremonious dunking she just had, she was most definitely not in a good mood as well. Fists shaking with anger, the resulting beating that she gave him in return was both unhealthily violent (for him) and therefore cathartic in nature (for her), and he was certainly very regretful of his actions by the time she was through with him.

"S-So...sowwy," he could only blubber through a swollen face colored with horrendously splotched bruises and riddled with huge goose eggs. For some reason, Nami's punches always hurt like hell, and this time was no different. She was not done with him yet, though. Hauling him right up to her face with a steely pinch on his battered cheek, she growled. "Luffy, if you ever throw me around for no good reason again, I will grab those balls that you are so proud of and rip them right off." It was clearly not an idle threat, at least not with the way she was all but roaring it. "RIGHT. OFF. YOU HEAR ME. NOT EVEN CHOPPER WILL BE ABLE TO REATTACH THEM BACK FOR YOU. NOT EVEN IVANKOV WILL BE ABLE TO GROW NEW ONES FOR YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND."

The infamous Mugiwara Captain with the total bounty of 400 million Beri turned completely white, and then wasted no time quickly nodding in acquiesce. In fact, he was being so agreeable at the moment that he resembled a bobble head figurine. Luffy had no doubt that Nami would do it too, what with the flames of hellfire raging madly behind her and the demonic light glowing in her eyes, her white, jagged teeth reflecting the promise of a certain messy death at her hands.

"Sowwy!" he garbled again, and he must have sounded extremely, fervently repentant, for she continued to stare at him with those dangerously narrowed eyes for an extra couple of seconds before releasing her hold on him and letting him drop back into the tub. He sank like a rock straight to the bottom as usual, and in the end, she had to fish him back out once again, an eyelid twitching the entire while.

Geez, what an idiot. Why was she in love with him again?

He had completely ruined the mood, but in hindsight, she shouldn't be surprised. It was just like him to do things like that, and therefore it would be just like her to take offense to it. Her reaction might have been a tad overly excessive, but Nami was not too concerned. Luffy was an individual who learned best by experience, after all, and she had every intention to wholly impress upon him and his thick head that it was not acceptable to mistreat the person who could let him have a little slice of heaven – and she wasn't referring to his dream paradise of piles upon piles of meat and more meat. Of course, she was also quite capable of giving him hell on earth, so hopefully it would get through to him that he would either have to obey her demands or suffer her wrath.

"Nami, you are so mean," he sulked weakly after he recovered somewhat from the typical effects of a full body dip in water, propped against the side of the ofuro once again. The beautiful Navigator ignored his whiny complains and busied herself with her hair instead, wringing the moisture from the dripping orange strands as best as she could and then, with swift, practical motions, bound them together in a high ponytail near the crown of her head. Muttering to herself disgruntledly, she cast around for her bikini top next, and eventually found it floating somewhere near Luffy. She waded towards him, intent on recovering her top, and it was then that she finally noticed that he was watching her.

"What?" she asked unceremoniously as their eyes met. She expected him to be pouting still, but then quickly did a double take when she saw his gaze slip downwards to her chest. He wasn't exactly ogling her, but he was obviously fascinated all the same. His attention gave her pause, and despite her feelings of irritation at him, the fact that he was paying attention to her immediately caused a small trickle of feminine pride and pleasure to flow through her. She was hardly embarrassed of her physical attributes; she was gorgeous and alluring, and men fell all over themselves just for the chance to be near her. Even the guys on their crew acknowledged her beauty and incredible sex appeal even though they were disinclined to act on it (with the exception of Sanji, but their cook had always been an outrageous flirt, so Nami paid him no mind), but the only one of them who never seemed to noticed such things was their guileless, naïve Captain, seemingly innocent and completely uncorrupted in the ways between men and women, and she never would have guessed that it would take him being turned into a woman to finally take notice of her.

The fact that he had only to look at her to set her heart pounding whereas she had to all but molest him to get his attention was not very fair at all, though at least he seemed a bit more aware now, if that's the correct way to describe this neither here nor there situation that they were in presently. Nami shook her head inwardly and kept her cool, moving through the water until she reached his side, stretching her arm out to collect her discarded top. Glancing askance at him, she was startled to realize that he was still staring at her girls, and was making no effort whatsoever to hide the fact that he was doing so. Granted, she was used to men gawking at her amazing figure all the time, but he was special, and it was a challenge not to outwardly show how flustered she was becoming under his interested regard.

"Luffy?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you staring at my chest?"

He looked up to her face again, and like before there was no embarrassment or shame to be found on his curious expression.

"I don't know why, but I feel like I wanna touch you again," he admitted with his usual candor, cocking his head slightly like a confused puppy as he tried to figure out how to best express his instinctual urges to her. "…And also maybe put my mouth on your boobs and lick you all over…?"

This time, his candid reply finally succeeded in bringing a light flush onto her cheeks. She stared at him hard, as if trying to figure out if he understood exactly what he was spouting. Judging by the way he was frowning back at her, she didn't have very high hopes for the latter. Nami suppressed a sigh and worked on wringing water out of her drenched bikini top instead.

"So, can I?" he asked bluntly when she did not say anything for a long while.

"I thought you said that you didn't like boobs?" she lightly challenged him.

He pouted slightly. "I'm pretty sure I like yours though," he muttered at last, and she stared at him again. Then, she shook her head with mild incomprehension.

"You can't really think that I'm going to let you touch my breasts just because of your newfound appreciation for them, Luffy," she replied dryly even as she put her bikini back on.

He had the gall to look bewildered. "Why not? You let me touch them just now, didn't you?"

Damn. She had been hoping that he would not bring that up.

"Well, that was a one-time deal only," she insisted, not about to chance it again. After all, the last time he put his hands and mouth on her, she had ended up with her hand between his legs, touching him in highly inappropriate places and forcing an orgasm on him. Granted, it wasn't as if he was complaining, but she did not want to manipulate him like this. He was making her crazy, she thought with exasperation. She could only wonder what she would end up doing to him the next time something like this happened again. "I don't feel like it anymore, so you are out of luck, Luffy."

He just continued to eye her, pursing his lips and looking a bit petulant. He was still studying her closely, and there was a familiar light in his eyes that worried her. It was the same stubborn look he got whenever he had locked onto a target, and Nami was suddenly convinced that now would be a good time to beat a tactical retreat.

"The crew will be relieved to know that you are back to normal already. I will go and give them the heads up now." Nami prepared to get out of the ofuro, making full effort to look casual and completely unaffected. After all, Luffy was like a wild beast and could sense anxiety and panic from the people around him very acutely. "You should also return my clothes; I don't think that you will fit in them comfortably now-"

He reached out for her suddenly, strong, narrow fingers wrapped themselves around her bare arm, and he dragged himself close. She stiffened. Then, still looking partially confused, as if he was still figuring things out for himself along the way and clearly just flying by the seat of his pants, his hand slowly dipped underwater, and it took her a good moment or ten to realize what he was trying to do when she felt him clumsily attempt to undo the fly of her jeans. He gave her a surprisingly innocent smile, considering what he was trying to do at the same time.

"I bet I can make you feel really good too," he told her quite determinedly. "I remember what you did just now. So don't be mad anymore, huh, Nami?"

Nami's mouth fell open and she gawked at him. The fact that he was still trying literally to get into her pants was not lost on her. The fact that he did not seem to be consciously aware of the consequences of what he was doing was pretty damned obvious to her too, and that was what prevented her from pummeling him all again.

Nami gave it up as a lost cause. He was such an idiot. But he was the idiot she was in love with, and therefore she would put up with his antics.

"Luffy," she sighed at last, placing her hand on his wrist to stop whatever it was that he thought that he was trying to do. Then, once she got his attention, quick as lightning, her fist shot out and she quickly slammed it down over his head with a loud thunk. He yelped.

"Ow, Nami! Why did you hit me?!"

She shook her head again, unimpressed by his complaints. "If you don't know why, then you have no business trying to get your hands down my pants, idiot, so keep them to yourself until then."

How could he know about anything when she was being so secretive and mysterious, he wanted to retort immediately, but then she heaved another exasperated sigh, reached up, grabbed him by the ears and proceeded to kiss the scowl right off his face. Luffy quickly forgot about his earlier grievances as he shifted his focus back to Nami and her very distracting mouth. Not for the first time that day, the black-haired boy decided that he really liked indulging in this activity with his Navigator. Up close, she was so amazingly soft and sweet-smelling, and everything about her teased his senses, charmed him, and enticed him to bring himself even nearer to her, to feel her willowy body pressed up against his. He sucked at her mouth eagerly, his tongue darting across her lips, slipping past them to play with its mate, a rough little growl escaping his throat when she sensually reciprocated the favor, rubbing her luscious curves against him in a way that made blood rush straight down to his groin.

His excitement grew further at the sound of her quiet, breathless moan, and then a strong arm was locked around her waist as he tugged her even closer, keeping her where he wanted her to be, and his other hand went straight to one of her bikini clad breasts, his palm covering the soft, rounded flesh, gently squeezing and massaging her through the thin fabric. Nami gasped shakily. He was making her dizzy with desire; if kissing him when he was still in girl form was enough to turn her on, then doing the same now that he was back as a man quickly made her feel as if she was on fire for him. His musky scent, his hard, very masculine body, the way he held her, was slowly driving her wild with want. This was going to get out of hand very quickly if she did not put a stop to it right now. Almost reluctantly, the young woman pulled away from her Senchou and broke their kiss, much to his disappointment.

"Luffy," she breathed huskily, staring at him with lust clouded eyes. "Do you even understand what you are trying to do?"

Her Captain just looked back at her with a dark, intent gaze, his breathing a tad more rapid than usual, and his hungry demeanor made her heart flutter and the place between her legs throb in response. She obviously wanted him, and he looked like he wanted to lay his hands all over her as well, but behind that overwhelming veneer of desire and passion, the mild flicker of confusion and hesitation that she caught in his gaze gave her pause, and quickly cooled her ardor.

Nami took a deep breath and expelled it slowly, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and forcibly willing herself to calm down. It was difficult when he was so near, but she closed her eyes and took her time, taking the opportunity to quickly think about what to say to Luffy instead. She was disappointed with him and herself, and a part of her even wanted to blame him for always muddling her thoughts and turning her into an impulsive idiot like him, but he seemed equally as dazed as her, and clearly, they had no idea what they wanted from each other.

No, she knew very well exactly what she wanted from him, but he, on the other hand, was just running blindly on instincts (as usual), and even though their sexual attraction to each other was unbelievably strong, this was not something she wanted him to jump into half-assedly.

He shifted slightly then, and to her surprise, she felt him nose tentatively at her shoulder, and then he brushed his mouth against the soft skin there, with a hint of tongue as he absently lapped up a droplet of water.

"I like kissing you," he told her in a slow, cautious manner after a while, his quiet tone unexpectedly contemplative. There was a brief pause, and then he continued in an even more candid manner. "Is that bad?"

She turned slightly to look at him, and then she shook her head once. "No, it's not," she replied just as carefully. "I…like kissing you too, Luffy."

He smiled at her admission.

"Then, this is okay, right?"

Nami thought that 'this' probably only referred to what they were doing now, but as she looked at him, saw the sharp focus in his eyes as he watched her back, she thought that maybe –

Maybe he did understand, after all.

The orange-haired girl swallowed slightly, and then she nodded slowly.

"Yeah. This is okay."

Luffy chuckled, and then he leaned over to give her a short peck on the mouth. Her cheeks pinked at his undeniably affectionate gesture.

Of course, he just had to go and ruin it mere seconds later.

"Shishishishishi. This means I can touch your boobs anytime I want now, right?"

Nami's very brief episode of shyness died a quick, abrupt death. Also, she became acutely aware of his hand that was still lying on her chest. The Navigator twitched; there had to be a limit to how quickly pervasion could spread to even idiots like him, and belatedly, she wondered if she had somehow unleashed a beast upon herself with the revealing actions that she had taken towards him today. Time for some much needed damage control.

"Depends," she retorted with a small glare at him. "Do you want a generous serving of my Thunder Breed Tempo to go with? And you can stop fondling me now, Luffy."

He pouted at her but heeded the pointed warning in her tone all the same, though his arm around her waist still anchored her to him firmly. Most tellingly enough, she did not complain.

"Stingy!"

"LUFFY."

"Eh? W-Wait! Sorry! Don't hit me, Nami!"

Clearly, she already had him so well trained that it took nothing else but the threat in her voice to keep him in line. Perhaps this would work out, after all.

"Luffy."

"What?" he sounded and looked quite put out, though he did keep a wary eye on her just in case she suddenly decided to turn violent again.

Nami sighed. This was not how she envisioned the start of their relationship to be. Still, she would not trade it for anything else.

"Just shut up and kiss me already, baka."

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Apologies for the super late update. Wow, I just realized that it took me exactly one year to put up this second chapter, lol. Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed it.

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