Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or it's characters.

A/N: Just another reminder that this whole story is a one-shot. :)

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When they reached the back of the galley, Zoro pushed Nami against the wall, rather roughly. He wasn't intentionally being violent with the navigator but the swordsman handled her the only way he knew how – with force. "You bastard!" Nami hissed with shock and fury, wanting to go at him but Zoro had his hand on her chest and pushed her again. Nami's back hit the wall and again she tried to get away. But again, Zoro pushed her against the wall. This time Nami stayed to gather her bearings. What was happening?! Why was he suddenly so angry and attacking her. Did he see her staring at him and come to tell her to cut it out?! That would be humiliating!

Her breathing was just as heavy as his had been even though Zoro's had gone quiet now. The swordsman facing the moment as if he was facing an opponent. Just not with his swords but his bare hands. He stared at her with an intense frown. Nami gave it one more go but as expected, Zoro pushed her again. Nami slapped his retreating hand away. "Stop that, you idiot," she protested. "What's going on with you?!"

Zoro didn't answer. Only continued to frown at her body. 'What now?' he thought. He put his hand over her collarbone to keep her against the wall. He didn't know what to do next. Whether to touch her, how to touch her. How to handle her in a soft way. How to touch her in a...sensual way. He only knew how to be rough.

Nami stared at him with utter confusion. He was looking at her body as if she was some thing he didn't know what to do with. She grabbed on to his wrist with both hands to wrench them off but also to use them as leverage as she tried to kick him but he pinned her with his other hand as well. "Zoro," she said in a demanding tone but not loud enough for anyone indoors to hear. "Stop it." He let go and she slapped his hands away again. But with the slapping, Zoro grabbed her wrists and Nami gasped, immediately trying to wrestle free. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, her voice sounding weaker than she meant it to. But Zoro's constant touching of her was taking the fight out of her, her anger waning under his unflinching strength. Her undeniable attraction to him, winning over her stubbornness.

Zoro held her fighting arms, not quite sure what he would do with them. What he wanted to do was have them still and out of the way. 'Above her head, keep them above her head,' he thought. So he pinned them above her head. And that had him and Nami face to face, bodies close, looking into each other's eyes. The navigator, his victim. The back of Nami's head hit the wall, she gave one last weak wriggle with her hips but it was useless. Her chest was heaved up, making her feel exposed and vulnerable to whatever he would do. Zoro stared into her eyes with a sombre expression and she wondered what he was thinking. 'Nami,' her name passed through his mind as he looked at her from so close. Her wasps of breath falling over his lips. Zoro couldn't keep up his self restraint anymore. Not if he wanted to do anything with her. He would have to let go and let the infuriating woman rule his desires, at least until he got somewhere with his 'mission'. As he looked into her eyes he knew he was going to kiss her. But Zoro also knew that once he made that move, he would have to keep going and for it all to end successfully, Nami would have to succumb to his touch – completely. And he didn't even have any real conformation that she felt anything, except Robin's words and Nami hastily taking her eyes off him as she had watched him from the upper-deck.

Nami waited, quietly. Her body trembling. The only sound coming from her now was her breathing. 'He looks like he's gonna kiss me,' she thought. 'He really looks like he's gonna – !' Zoro moved his face closer and with a gasp, Nami knew it was going to happen. She turned her face away, in shock, and besides, she didn't know why he was doing what he was doing.

Even though she turned away, Zoro still tried to join their lips, having made his move and not having any option but to continue to try. He needed just one kiss to find out the truth. Besides, he did want that kiss. 'Just one,' he thought. In all the months he had known her, many harsh words, directed at him, had slipped past those lips and yet, he wanted to kiss them. Zoro tried repeatedly as Nami kept turning away, his face getting closer and closer to hers as he struggled, their lips almost meeting a few times, Zoro's hunger for the kiss increasing as he fought to have it. He would have it. And he would know whether Nami felt the same about him. Finally,...he caught her lips in a kiss but barely held on before he broke it.

Zoro stared, stunned at having done it, his eyes on her very soft, freshly kissed lips. What mattered now was Nami's reaction. The kiss had been so fleeting and maybe she would have protested if there had been more time. He didn't know.

Nami was staring at his lips, her own lips parted with surprise...and need. 'Oh my – ' she tried to think, her thoughts muddled with shock but also need. Was she dreaming?

Zoro saw the desire in her eyes. 'That woman was right!' he thought. The desire was there. The same desire he felt. He kissed Nami again - with aggression - smashing his moistened lips into hers, claiming them.

Nami accepted the kiss without protest. 'More, more, more... Yes! I don't care what he thinks! I want this!' They kissed each other as if they were feeding life from one another. Each connection their lips made, causing them to go at each other more fiercely. Zoro released her hands and grabbed her waist. He roughly pulled her body against his and a passionate gasp escaped both of them as their bodies finally met, pressed together. 'Nami!' Zoro wanted to say but only thought, instead.

'Oh Zoro,' Nami thought. Something she wouldn't dare say, even if her lips were free. She moved her hands over his shoulders as they continued to feed off each other, taste each other. 'Must know what he feels like!" She ran her fingers through his hair, caressing it, dug her other fingers into his shoulder, mentally taking notes of what he felt like. 'His shoulders, so strong but soft. His hair, softer than I thought. Oh, his lips! He's kissing me!'

Zoro was finding how delicate she was and knew he had been rough with her, but to him, it was all about impatience. A hurry to satisfy, in just a few minutes, all the desire he had been forced to bundle up for months on end. And a mission he had set off on and was determined to accomplish – to win over the navigator. To make her admit she wanted him too. 'She's kissing me back. She's touching me,' he thought with satisfaction. 'Have to keep her close. I want to keep her close!' He held her tighter and Nami felt her feet, slightly, lifted off the floor by his firm embrace.

On the lawn-deck, a sneaky Robin uncrossed her arms, done with spying on the unsuspecting couple. She turned around with a sweet smile and almost bumped into Franky who was standing right behind her. "Franky," she gasped.

"Oi Nico Robin, what, may I ask, were you just up to?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

Robin immediately covered his loud mouth with her real hands. "Quiet, Franky," she ordered, a frown of irritation on her face.

Under her soft touch, Franky grinned, not really interested in whatever was happening wherever on the ship but loving how his presence was unsettling the raven head. He started talking even though his words were only muffled mumbles. Robin huffed and carefully took her hands off his mouth, cautious because he might blab again. "What's got you so shook up, Nico Robin?" he asked, still maintaining the macho tone. He walked past her, looking up at the second deck.

"Stop, Franky," she ordered.

"Hmm?" He glanced over his shoulder at her. "So, tell me," he said.

Robin pursed her lips but relented. "Don't interrupt swordsman-san and navigator-san," she said.

"Oi, Oi," Franky exclaimed as he looked that way again. "So the two are finally doing something about that animal chemistry. Ow! Suuuperrrr!" Robin rolled her eyes. "You have anything to do with that, Nico Robin?" he asked, suspiciously. Robin, obstinately looked away. "Such a beautiful match-maker," Franky said, moving closer. Robin took a step back. Her eyes on him now, trying not to show her amusement. "How about you match me up too?" he asked.

A smile formed on the one corner of Robin's mouth. "Certainly," she said.

Franky moved closer again and she backed away again. "Really?" he asked.

Robin nodded. "What would you prefer? The refrigerator or the cannon?" she asked. "I know you have some things in common."

"Oi, that's harsh, Nico Robin," he said with a frown. "I'm not that cold." Robin chuckled and Franky's lips widened into a broad grin. He loved her smiles. He loved making her smile. He loved what a lady she was and how serene and graceful she was compared to his brash, perverseness. His admiration bubbled over into his tone. "How about matching me up with the most beautiful, raven-head in all of the seas," he said, his tone rich with sincerity.

Robin looked into his eyes, her body still a comfortable distance from his. She was thinking, her mind suddenly blank as his sincerity surprised her. At that moment, he seemed more of a man than any other time and less of an immature man-child. She smiled. Robin wasn't about to let herself just fall for his praises or his sudden maturity. "I don't know, Franky. I need more than just flattering words," she said.

"What else do you need?" Franky asked, really wanting to know.

"Tenderness," she answered.

"Tenderness?" Franky was a little taken aback. "I know about tenderness," he said, coming closer again. This time, Robin didn't back away. She turned her face to the side, instead. "Even a guy with a mostly metal body knows tenderness," he added, sincerely, even a little wounded. A small smile crept on to Robin's lips. She knew about how tender he could be with when he had told her that her existence was not a crime after they had met, the way he had watched over her at Enis Lobby, the way he caught her when she fell. He was loud, mostly immature and often uncontrollable – her complete opposite – but she couldn't help but be amused by their new, loud, charismatic shipwright. He had a way of getting under her skin, whether it be in a good way or bad. But, honestly, she had only said tenderness to mess with him. And obviously, it had worked. The shipwright looked like he wanted to desperately prove to her how tender he could be. Robin looked up at him.

"Have you ever been tender with me, Franky?" she teased, pretending she couldn't remember any times.

Franky frowned, "Oi, you wound me deep, Nico Robin," he protested. "You can't say I haven't made an impression on you. You don't think anything of the coke – pumped, human cyborg?"

Robin gave a vague smile. "You're too immature," she announced with a flirtatious laugh and headed for the aquarium.

Franky eyed her with admiration. "So suuuperrrr," he exclaimed again. "but maybe I can make you like that, hey Nico Robin?" he pushed, taking a few steps after her but stopping again.

Robin halted at the door. "Maybe," she said with a chuckle and disappeared into the room, leaving the door ajar.

Franky thought he'd faint right there on the grass, the archaeologists mischievous ways always driving him crazy. "Ow!" he exclaimed.

Zoro and Nami broke their never ending kiss when they heard Franky's loud exclamation. "Okay, this is over. Stop kissing me already," Nami said, trying to disentangle Zoro's arms from her waist.

"Oi, you were kissing me back," he growled, not letting go, still holding her against him.

"But you started it," she said. "Get your hands off me."

"No," Zoro said.

"What?!"

"We're not done," he declared.

"Oh you're all undisciplined now?" she asked in a sarcastic tone, struggling again.

"Yeah," he answered with earnest and Nami's eyes grew larger.

"Hey, I said – !" before she could get anywhere with her sentence, Zoro covered her demanding mouth with his lips and Nami was lost again. Zoro wasn't about to let her slip away and have them back at square one again – in denial and at each other's throats all the time. He needed to take charge and see his mission through.

'So good,...she feels so good.' he thought with burning desire, running the fingers of his one hand through her hair. His other arm, tightly wrapped around her waist.

He kissed her with even more passion than before and Nami joined in, lips, hands, arms and all. 'Yeees!'

In the aquarium, Robin picked up a book she had read earlier, before taking a break to get some air and spotting Zoro and Nami sneaking glances at each other. About to resume her reading, she was distracted by the large cyborg entering on bare feet. Robin looked up, not very surprised to see him. Franky came over to where she sat and Robin deliberately threw her long legs on to the couch, covering the spot he'd been aiming for. "Oi," Franky said. "Trying to keep me at a distance, Nico Robin?" he asked and went to sit at her boot-covered feet. Robin smiled, but not sweetly. The invitation was obvious in the curl of her lips, the humour in her blue eyes. Something Franky could only sigh and stare at. She returned to the pages of her book but Franky was thinking hard of what to say next. She was waiting and he had to impress. His eyes drifted to her boot-covered feet. "I like your boots," he blurted out and Robin's glance shot up to him. "It looks really good on you," he admitted.

"Hmm," she responded and looked down again.

Franky gulped. He started out more confident than he felt at that moment. The dark-haired beauty had a way of stripping him bare with her challenging silence and not exactly in a good way. But he did like her boots. He liked everything he had ever seen her in. To the shipwright, she was a beauty like no other and he liked taking care of her, impressing her – not that he had ever had much luck with that last one. Franky noticed she didn't have anything to rest her back against and was leaning against the back of the couch with her arm. With a smirk, he stood up. Robin kept her eyes on her book but wondered what he was going to do next. The shipwright sank into the spot behind her. "You can lean back, Nico Robin," he said. "Don't worry, I won't think anything of it." He folded his large arms over his broad chest and waited to have her accept his 'tenderness'.

"Why should I trust you?" she asked, playfully.

"Cause I may be a pervert, Robin, but I know how to treat a lady," he said. "Maybe not the way swirly does, but who needs all that,...right?" he asked.

"Maybe," Robin said and her back pushed against his arm, her soft hair brushing over its bare skin. Franky sat, almost shy as the raven-haired beauty accepted his tenderness, as well as his closeness.

Behind the galley. "Zoro," Nami mumbled against the swordsman's lips, finally making room between them as she came to her senses and pushed against his heavy chest with her hands. 'Gotta get him away. This is embarrassing!' she managed to think.

Zoro relented, his droopy eyes focused on her face. "What?" he demanded, removing one arm from her body and plastering his palm against the wall, for support, as he felt a little drunk. Zoro was learning how drawn he really was to the navigator. He couldn't get enough!

"That's enough now!" she insisted, not happy with her lack of control and her hot, blushing cheeks. She tried to keep up her supposed repulsion when she had to do anything that involved him. Zoro continued to tower over her, his freshly kissed lips close to hers, his intruding eyes glaring into hers so Nami fled the little space between him and the wall. Relieved that he let her. Her legs were a little unsteady, her head dizzy. 'Wow! The moron's a good kisser,' she thought. Nami somehow, didn't know what day it was anymore or where she had been headed when he had grabbed her so roughly. All she knew was, she had been treated to the best make-out session, ever, in her life. And it definitely topped any secret dreams she had ever had of who she considered, a green-haired idiot.

"Oi, where you going?" Zoro demanded.

"Don't talk to me like that!" Nami threw back. "You don't own me."

"I didn't say I own you but we're not done yet."

"Excuse me?" she asked. "We're done if I say we're done." The navigator needed to get her bearings and regain her authority again. So naturally, she threw some attitude out there to get the suddenly ravenous swordsman to back off. Zoro stormed down on her and grabbed the railing, trapping Nami between his arms.

Nami gasped with shock but also with a hell of a lot of excitement as he breathed over her. "We're not done," Zoro growled in a lowered voice, squeezing the railing with his hands. His desires had been brought to the surface, his unsatisfied hunger not close to being fed. 'I have to have her.' The thought pounding at his brain, urging him on. And he knew Nami wanted him too but at that moment, her stubbornness matched his to a fault. Nami couldn't believe what was happening. Zoro kissed her! He touched her! And he wanted more! Why?! What was happening! It was like a dream coming true, only one of many secret fantasies she had ever had about Zoro wanting her, Zoro coming after her. Things she would never dare let anyone know she desired, especially him. And there it was, happening! Did he want her? It really looked like it. Could it be? But she couldn't trust it. And even if it was true, she couldn't just fall into his arms. She had to put up some sort of a fight. Her pride was at stake! If showing him her true feelings was such an easy thing then she would have done it a long time ago but Zoro was, in a way, not quite worthy in her eyes.

Why would she want to be with a rude, lazy, back-talking moron? But she knew she did. She knew she wanted him and that she liked him. She liked the moron. She liked his resistance, his willingness to try and take her on, especially when she came out the victor. Maybe not all the time but there was something about the way he denied her authority and didn't blindly follow her that made her feel closer to him. The way he openly defied her as if he was pointing out her supposed flaws and trying to make her change for the better. She doubted that was what he was doing, but that was what it felt like, anyway. And thinking that Zoro might actually invest some time into caring about her, didn't hurt one bit. Yes, she liked him and how could she not when he was so strong and proud. She secretly admired that in him. Whereas lying and stealing came easy to her, Zoro was, in his own way, upright and honourable. She liked that every ounce of physical strength he possessed was his own and not stemmed off some devil-fruit power. Everything he was, he had strived for. Worked towards. And that strength had been used to protect her, to save her life. Something that made her feel just that more giddy as he looked into her eyes. The strong Zoro, wanting her to want him. But whatever effects he had on her didn't matter at that moment! She couldn't just let him have her! "Zoro, if you don't want a swift kick in the nuts then you'll back off, right now!" she hissed.

"Try it," he growled, into her face, ready to take her on.

Excitement flooded her insides. Nami, swiftly, threw her arms around his neck and drove her lips into his. Gasps of breath escaping her lips as she moved them over his. The navigator hung on to him, grabbing the chance she had wanted for so long but had been too stubborn to go after before. 'The moron tastes so good!' she thought with pleasure running through her body.

Zoro's eyes had widened with surprise but he spread his palms over her back as if he would never have that chance again, which was very likely with the way they could always deny what they really wanted. His one hand dug into her short hair and his other arm went around her back. But then, Nami pulled away, grabbed his shoulders and swiftly knee-butted him. A searing pain hit him in the groin. Rushed air escaped his lips. 'What the he – !' Zoro helplessly released her as he bent over.

With a huff, Nami bent over to meet his face. "I warned you," she said and hurried away, triumphantly, but before she could flee, Zoro grabbed her wrist. "Let go, Zoro!" she demanded with surprise. Why wasn't he giving up?!

"I said...we're not...done yet," he groaned, his voice thick with pain and some anger now as his other hand rested on his thigh. Zoro knew he only had himself to blame and that his struggle with the cunning navigator was far from over. Nami battled his grip with her free hand but his steel hold on her wrist was overpowering. She had hurt him, painfully so, but still he wouldn't back off. Zoro surprised her again as he slowly straightened up, while still holding on to her. Like an old man his stance was weak but his eyes, strongly focused on her.

"Oh you stubborn idiot," she hissed as he rose, but inside she was screaming. 'He's not letting go!' Nami had wounded quite a few men that way in her thieving days but none of them had withstood it as well as Zoro. Usually, they ended up curled up on the floor, or worse, threw up.

"I'm not...stopping," he said, barely able to stand upright again and having no idea what he was doing to Nami as he still came after her. It was just more proof for the navigator why he was the one she wanted – his irresistible willpower.

"Then I'll give you another swift treatment if you don't!" Nami still threatened, determined to match his stubborn will.

Zoro limped to her but she backed away. Not far as they were linked by his hold on her wrist. 'She has to give in,' he thought. She hadn't succumbed completely yet and he wasn't going to leave himself in the undesired position as a now wounded hunter with an escaped prey. Especially not when he had put himself out on the limb and risked his pride when he had kissed her for the first time. Going after the navigator of all people. He had to win before the night was over. 'Damn that woman and her stupid advice!' he growled in his head.

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A/N: Oh I'm so sleep depraved as I edit this chapter and write these notes. This story was actually intended to be just Robin sending Zoro after Nami. Him kissing the navigator behind the galley, her giving in and that was supposed to be it. But then I got into the whole stubbornness thing. Try as I might, I couldn't get Nami to just let Zoro have her. Hence Zoro's pursuit of her. And plus, I like having them get physical. Zoro having to physically struggle against Nami's cheeky stunts. Also, I was inspired by the hunter/prey scenario present in many fics I've been reading of a couple I recently started shipping. And so this one-shot kept getting longer and longer. And here we have a split up one-shot just because of this one night. :)

Thanx to my reviewers if I didn't thank some of you. :)

thatcollegegreenhorn: That's very lovely to hear! ^ ^

Thanx for reading. :)