A/N: This drabble features the Thousand Sunny instead of the Merry-Go. Special thanks to Silver-Eyed Rukia for the prompt of "Habit" It is based on the idea that Nami and Robin might have a weekly/monthly date or whatever and this is their one 'moment' in the midst of being strawhat pirates. Do enjoy and let me know if you'd like to see this moment from Robin's POV. I considered it, but I'm a bit zonked right now, so it's just Nami. ^_^ Feel free to leave a comment/suggestion/prompt/whatever. I'm open to it. ^_^
NOTE: This is yuri. Meaning girlxgirl. If you don't like it. DO NOT READ IT. The rest of you, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece anything. That genius belongs to the wonderful Eiichiro Oda. ^_^
Title: A Weekly Habit
Prompt: Habit
Pairing: RobinxNami
Words: 500-ish?
Rating: K+
Warnings: None, really, unless you hate cuddling or something...
It was a very necessary routine that led a certain redhead to peruse her mikan grove with an expert eye before selecting a single specimen from her beloved treasure trove. She polished it to perfection with the spare kerchief she'd taken a notion to carrying in one pocket of her miniskirt.
Humming softly to herself as she was wont to do on such bright, cheerful days, Nami trotted down from her hideaway and started towards the kitchen. Sanji was sure to be in there, thinking up of some glorious confection to grace their stomachs for snacktime.
Luffy and Chopper lay on the lawn of the Thousand Sunny, their faces open in expectant rapture as Usopp regaled them with a tale that no sane person would believe. Nami almost smiled. She continued her way towards the galley, noting that Zoro napped peacefully in his favorite corner by the stairwell and that Franky was currently on watch.
A few faint strains of music touched her ears and Nami knew that Brook was taking advantage of Usopp's 'babysitting' so he could write some new songs. She almost smiled. It would be a welcome change.
Her last observance was the one that almost wasn't there.
But it came.
Just as she knew it would.
Just as it always had.
Just the way she liked it.
Nami hid a smile as a slightly ruffled brunette emerged from below deck, her eyes half-closed, one hand smoothing her hair and another holding her place in a thick book. From the sleepy look on her face, the historian had just awakened and wasn't all there.
But from the expert way she skirted around her crewmates sprawled out on the lawn, Nami knew that Robin was no more asleep than she was.
She almost smiled and headed into the kitchen, greeting the cook with the mikan in her outstretched palm.
The curly-browed cook winked and set to work.
Several minutes later, Nami stepped out with a large sundae glass and a long-handled silver spoon. Robin had made herself comfortable near the base of the tree that housed the swing, her nose already buried in her book.
Nami simply waited for her lover to reach the end of the paragraph or page, whichever came first.
A moment later, Robin closed the book, with a finger trapped between the pages as a bookmark. She looked up, expectantly.
Nami offered a shy smile as she dropped to her knees and with a bit of maneuvering, managed to comfortably sit almost on Robin's lap, her back to Robin's chest. Robin merely waited for her to settle and then, with a few well-placed hands, settled her younger counterpart a little more comfortably.
"Whipped cream?" The brunette inquired, sprouting hands to hold the book up so she could better see over Nami's red curls.
"And Mikan. Your favorite." Nami scooped out a bite with the spoon and held it over her shoulder.
Robin leaned forward, lips closing around the spoon, a half-smile present. "Our favorite." She purred, attention flickering back to the book as Nami helped herself to the shared treat.
A contented sigh left the redhead's lips as she let her head rest on the familiar shoulder. It had become habit without her even realizing.
Crimson eyes blinked, sleepily, as she set the empty sunglass a side, eyelids drooping in spite of the noise of Luffy and company rearing up to meet Sanji's snacktime unveiling.
Habit. Nami thought, interestedly. She let her eyes close and her head loll to the side to rest in the crook of Robin's neck.
It was one habit, she didn't think she'd care to break any time soon.
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