CHAP 3

Thanks to those who reviewed the first and second chapter! :)

This one came out a little bit long maybe... but I can't split it, that would be BLASPHEMY!

Finally some real lemons, I had crossed my heart after all.


It was a very nice afternoon.

Zoro was enjoying it while napping outside of the room they were occupying in Water 7, and there was someone who had something to say about it.

Nami kicked him in the ribs to wake him up though he was awake already.

He grunted and kept his eyes closed.

«You're an ass.»

«Mh?»

«You're afraid you're going to mess up so you're not even looking at me. You're not even trying, you're running like a fucking chicken!» she protested.

«What the hell do you want from me, woman? You've been tiring the shit out of me, y'know? Maybe I don't want to screw you so badly anymore.»

Her eyes set afire as she looked down on him. «Say that again, you lowlife» she growled.

He arched an eyebrow and finally cracked an eye open to look at her.

«What? I didn't say anything bad, just that you're a slutty witch who likes to wear people out for her own enjoyment. It's not like I said you're ugly or anything» he pointed out.

«Oh, yeah, thank you, now I do feel better» she said sarcastically, but she clearly wasn't offended in the slightest.

«So, what the hell do you want from me, now?» he snorted.

She snorted too and straightened up her back. «You won't get anywhere with that half-assed strategy, just remember this.»

He sighed as she walked away. It indeed looked like she was at least annoyed with him ignoring her.

But that sure as hell wasn't his strategy.

They were still at Water 7, even though they were bound to leave soon with the ruckus they had set up in Enies Lobby.

It was true that he did his best to ignore her lately, and luckily this apparently so peaceful town did know how to spend a night.

In a day he had found lots of interesting places one wouldn't expect, full of interesting stuff, so it had been easier to ignore her while in Water 7.

He was out every night until the next morning, so he got to spend the day in a daze with a sound excuse.

That night too he went out, and he went to his favorite of all the places he had tried. It was a large room, but it felt like it was cramped since it was not very bright and the air was full of smoke.

He sat down at the counter and the bartender greeted him with a gesture. How nice of him to remember about a guy who only came twice.

But probably he remembered him because he had spent quite a lot in a drinking contest with the most quoted drinker around there, winning it.

«Here's the new champion! Here, the first one's on the house for you» said the bartender, placing a glass on the counter and filling it up with some transparent liquor. Zoro checked the label. Rum. Good.

Another interesting night was on its way, it seemed.

Or maybe not. Or maybe more than he could possibly imagine.

«Look who's here» said a familiar voice behind him.

He turned around suddenly. Nami was standing there, smirking.

He frowned. «What are you doing here?»

«What does it look like? I'm here to drink! Right, blondie?» she said to the bartender. He laughed. «Yeah, this missy here sure can drink!» he confirmed.

«I never saw you here» said Zoro.

«That's because you come late. I come here to drink then I go down to the docks with the square sisters. They're as funny as hell» she explained.

Zoro grunted, downing the rum in one gulp. Nami nodded to the bartender, who started making another drink for her.

Zoro didn't even turn his head toward her after he was done chatting, and Nami sighed.

«You're so boring. You could very well try and get me drunk now that we're here. Ignoring me is just boring.»

«What the hell, woman, I do something, I'm boring, I don't, I'm boring anyway, make up your mind!» he snapped.

«And anyway, I'll wait to be drunk myself before I make a move on someone as wicked as you are. I can't do it if I'm sober, I'd just keep thinking about how much you'll make me regret it in the morning.»

Nami smirked, sipping her drink.

In that very moment a young man and woman entered the bar. The man was tall and had blond hair tied together in a ponytail. The woman was wearing a skinny shirt and skirt, and high heels, pretty much like Nami with the only difference that she had very expensive clothes. The man had a bag on his shoulder.

They crossed the room, and the man gestured a greeting toward the bartender, who answered with a move of the head, his hands being busy with cleaning glasses.

Some people, noticing the two newcomers, followed after them until they disappeared behind a door on the other side of the room.

Almost ten people followed him.

The bartender chuckled as he saw them. «Those two... here I was wondering where they'd been in the last week.»

«What's up?» asked Nami, smelling something interesting.

«You want to know? If you do and you're also up to get real stoned, follow them» said the bartender, smiling.

Nami snorted and took another sip from her drink.

«There's no need to act all mysterious like that. If they have smoke then just say so» she complained.

The bartender shrugged. «They do.»

«How much is it going to cost?»

He thought about it. «Around 10.000 Berry, I guess. Each.» Nami sank her hand in her bra, checking on how much cash she had with her.

Zoro looked at Nami. «You're planning to go?»

«Of course, why else would I be counting my money?»

He frowned.

She looked back at him. «What, you're not?» she said, feigning surprise.

Zoro grunted. «Why? So that you can torture me all night long? I'm leaving» he said, standing up from the stool.

She sighed loudly. «Oh, my, my, you really are more boring than what I could ever imagine. I'm going to get high too, y'know? Maybe I'll forget about torturing you. If you last long enough to see me at that stage, that is.»

He snapped his head around to look at her again. «What was that, woman!» She smirked and tossed some bills on the counter. «Two bottles of Havana.»

The bartender arched an eyebrow, but got the two bottles from behind his back and handed them to her.

«See? I'm even mixing! You're still not going to take the challenge?» she teased him, waving the two bottles before him. «It looks to me like you're just trying to throw up» he said in an annoyed voice, trying not to let out how tempted he was.

She waved er hand giggling. «As if I'd...»

«What, you're already tired of jerking me around?»

She stopped giggling and gave him a knowing, greedy look. «You know what? I am» she said in a tempting voice.

He gritted his teeth. Damn, that was really some chance he had. There was no way in hell Nami's head was going to stay clear if she was planning on mixing alcohol and smoke.

Of course, all sort of things could happen the next morning. All sort of things could go wrong. For him, that is.

She could be actually tired and willing to give it to him, or she could have a very evil plan in her mind, and getting stoned was part of it.

His reasoning didn't have much sense in that case.

He walked back and smashed some bills on the counter too.

«Two bottles for me too. Havana.» Screw this, he was never a guy to stop and think about the next morning.

Nami grinned widely. «Good, I was really afraid that you'd walk away just like that!» she said, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him along with unexpected energy.

«Come on, I don't want the leftovers.»

Zoro sighed.

This was going to be the last quarter of the match, there was no doubting it.

He could only hope neither of them would remember whose victory it was next morning.

Nami went through the door the two had disappeared into, and they found themselves in a round room full of couches gathered around a low, glass table.

The loud music from the local reached that place too, even if slightly less.

The two guys who had recently entered the local were sitting one next to the other and one of them was setting up a very big hookah on the table, with seven or eight hoses at least.

When the woman saw them she smiled and waved at them.

«Welcome, you two. Come in and close the door, if you please. Two more makes it just the perfect number» she said in a soft voice.

While Zoro closed the door, Nami stepped forward and sat down on the couch among the others. They were mostly guys, but there was one more girl too.

The woman stretched out her hand with the palm facing upward, and Nami handed her the money.

Zoro tossed them over to her side of the couch as he sat down next to Nami, and the woman caught em in mid air.

«Thank you very much» she said, smiling. «Have as much as you want.»

Things degenerated quickly, especially for a certain pair who had brought Havana to mix up.

After drinking up the first and half bottle of Havana and when half of the smoke was gone, Nami finally gave up on her wits and lost the Strip Hearts game they were having all together. She was soon standing on the table laughing like crazy and slowly stripping out of her tight top tank, moving lazily with the music, while guys where idly staring at her from below, Zoro included.

He also didn't fail to notice the lacy pants under her skirt.

Most guys had already stripped down to their waist after loosing at least once, and the other girl was K.O.

Zoro had been lucky until then and had managed to keep everything on, but now he was starting to feel uncomfortably hot and wished he would loose soon, so he had an excuse to strip down too.

He saw one of the guys sitting around the table suddenly stand and stretch his arm toward Nami's skirt, sliding his hand underneath it.

Nami noticed too but did little more than turn around giggling helplessly. Zoro gritted his teeth and stood too, pushing his hand away. «Sorry, I'm not going to witness anymore whoring from this woman before she gives it to me as well» he stated, completely serious.

Then he blinked and rethought what he had just said. Was he really that high to put up a scene? Seemed like it.

He wasn't allowed anymore thinking cause Nami lost her balance and swayed toward him, leaning on his shoulder. It would have been a piece of cake to hold her up for him, if he had been in his right mind.

He fell back on the couch too, with Nami following short after.

They collapsed in the soft pillows, Nami crushing on his chest. He was ready to swear she had done it on purpose.

She rose on her arms, leaning on the sides of Zoro's upper body and somehow managing to bring her head right above his. «What the hell, Zoro, what in the world are you doing still all dressed up like that?» she said, fumbling a little while trying to smirk. Then she sat on his lap and grabbed the hem of his shirt, starting to pull it off. He wasn't planning to resist, but being out of it, it proved hard to make things easier for her.

Laughing, she tossed the shirt away. «Now we're talking!» she stated, before letting herself sink in the couch beside him.

«I'm calling myself out of the game, I think. There's no way I'm winning again like this.»

There was an upset murmuring rising from the other players at those words. Zoro wasn't listening. He was trying to think, but it was unbelievably hard.

She had finally started her offensive, after almost two hours they had been in there. When she had straddled him to take off his shirt she had felt her hips press on his more than was necessary. Way more.

And he was feeling the effect of that. He had no way to tell whether she was doing this to tease him or because she was simply high and finally wanted him to take her. He only knew he was about to get a hard on.

He eyed his second bottle of Havana. For some reason he had barely touched the second one.

Drink more and, even if you're to get a chance with her, you're not getting anything done tonight, said a wise voice in his head.

He knew better than ignoring his instincts. He hid it under the couch without Nami seeing him. No more mixing for him tonight.

That didn't apply for smoking, though.

It lasted for more than another hour, during which Zoro could confirm his theory. Nami was being more clingy than usual.

He was so happy he was wearing a loose pair of jeans that night.

When the smoke was gone everybody stood to get out and enjoy the rest of the night. Zoro stood too and grabbed his shirt from the back of the couch, then headed toward the door behind everyone else, not loosing his balance out of sheer habit.

He was focused on thinking about a place where to drag Nami and start his convincing opera, when a soft voice stopped him.

«Zorooo, can you help me find my shirt?» she mewed.

He turned around and looked at her. She was on four legs on the floor, moving her hands under the couch searching for her shirt, while looking at him with a pleading expression.

He went back into the room. For some reason, his hand automatically reached behind him to quickly grab the handle of the door and shut it closed.

He walked to the center of the room.

«Found» he said, crouching to take her white shirt away from under the furthest couch from the door.

«Wow. You know, I saw it. But it didn't occur to me that it was my shirt» she said, smiling amused. She stood and stretched her hand out to him to get her shirt back.

He didn't give it to her. «Is there some kind of reward for this kind of things?» he said nonchalantly.

Nami smiled. «Of course there is.»

And she suddenly closed up the distance and pushed him back to sit on the couch. He didn't do anything to stop her, regardless of whether he could have or not.

«What kind of reward would you like of me?» she inquired innocently.

«You know very well what I want of you» he pointed out, leaning back on the couch. She giggled. «Oh, yeah, right. It slipped out of my mind. It's the main reason you came here, right?» she said, casually reaching under her skirt and lowering her panties.

He stared as they fell down along her slim legs and as she rose one foot to lean on the edge of the couch, beside his own leg, casually giving him a pretty good view under her skirt.

He knew he had let out a fully audible sight of relief. It really looked like she would give it to him, this time. He ran his hand along her leg until her inner thigh, caressing the sensible skin.

She moved away from his touch and slid down between his knees, parting his legs, and ended up kneeling on the floor facing his crotch.

«Why you're smirking like an idiot?» she asked looking up at him, but she couldn't help but smirk herself.

«I was thinking how much of a better person you are when you're drunk.»

The air was still full of smoke and it was warmer and warmer with every second that passed by, or at least that's what his confused brain was feeling at that moment.

She was still just in her bra. Zoro fought back the urge to reach out and grab her breasts. She was idly stroking him from above his trousers. «You're hard as a rock, y'know?»

He grunted. No way he wouldn't know. «Guess whose fault is that.»

She lowered his zip. «Maybe I can get you to forgive me, somehow» she said, sneaking her cold fingers into the fly of his boxers, making him wince at the touch.

«You're this hard... and it's so hot... you really want to screw me right here and now, do you?»

He gritted his teeth as she gently grabbed his dick with two fingers and freed it from the fabric of his boxers. «Oh, yeah, you're so big, Zoro» she said with a tempting smile, licking her lips.

His breath started to rush.

The tip of her finger touched his shaft lightly. «I can almost feel your blood rush in your dick» she whispered, getting dangerously close to it with her mouth, her eyes fixed on Zoro's face, studying his reactions.

But he was oblivious of it, as he was now panting heavily and with his head leaned back on the back seat of the couch.

He was so aroused even her words were sending him over the edge.

Her fingers ghosted over his dick, barely touching it with the tip, absentmindedly teasing him. He couldn't help but squirm. He was sure there wasn't much blood left in the rest of his body.

«Do you think it can fit into my mouth?» she asked in a tiny, worried voice.

His blood started rushing to double speed.

She stick out her tongue and lowered her head on his member. Zoro's hand reached down to where her head was, sliding his fingers between her hair.

The moment her tongue touched the head of his erection his muscles had a spasm of anticipation and he grabbed hold of her hair so tight she thought he was going to take her scalp.

She gently licked his head, while still stroking him with her hand. Too lightly to give him any kind of real pleasure, just more tension.

«Nami...» he hissed. It was impossible to say if he was an angry or a desperate voice. «Mh?» she mumbled without stopping her activity, as if asking if there was something he wished to tell her.

He was so stiff his muscles were starting to ache. She giggled like a cheeky brat who's setting up a nice prank for someone.

«Jeez, you're really hard... how can you even endure this? It's so warm and dark... and throbbing» she said in an innocent voice.

But something was off. He had the feeling that something was going to be awfully wrong at this point. The wise part of his mind was screaming for treason.

He lifted his head from the couch to look down at her. She was standing on her feet, rubbing her eyes tiringly.

He frowned and gave her a look that was somewhere between skeptical and suspicious.

«You're not... planning to... right?» he said, trying to keep calm.

She gave him a quizzical look. «What?» she asked innocently.

«You wouldn't» he growled with his jaw clenched. Then she waved her hand. «Oh, come on, come on. It's four in the morning, and what's more I'm stoned. You're not expecting me to...»

And then she had been grabbed by the arm and slammed down on the couch, while he quickly got above her.

With one swift motion that he never thought he could manage in his current conditions, he grabbed one of her legs, spreading it widely, and he unceremoniously entered her with all of the frustrated energy he had been gathering up to that moment.

She cried out in surprise as the air was knocked out of her lungs at once. He went deep, oh, so deep into her, she could feel him all the way trough her belly.

There was no air in her lungs, or she would have cried. She only winced instead.

He pulled back and stabbed her again, hard and deep just like before, the sound of his dick filling her up and of their pelvic bones slamming into each other was audible even over the music.

This time she cried out faintly, still breathless, but the voice came out anyway, somehow, her cries overlapping with his deep, bestial growls.

An so on, and on, and it felt like every thrust was harder, deeper and quicker then the previous, so much she barely had the time to cry out between ne and another. He was holding tight on the couch's armrest so he could use all of his force, and she felt like she could burst from the heat, the pressure and the unbearable friction she was feeling.

For a moment there she panicked.

«Ahh... Zo-Zoro... Zoro!» she called out frantically, as if urging him to do something.

Her natural instinct to survive and to avoid the pain brought Zoro's name to her lips in a scared, almost panicked voice.

Her subconscious already had half a mind to cry and beg him to stop.

But she stopped the words before they came out of her lips. To stop? Even if he had been willing to do that, and he wasn't, maybe she didn't want him to stop.

Those feeling, the fear for herself, the sight of the hot, bewildered swordsman above her and the sheer violence of his intrusion inside of her, which in the end really did feel more like a rape than sex... all of this was somehow really turning her on.

This was Zoro after all, there wasn't really something to panic about, even if he was being awfully rough.

Her cries grew louder and louder, desperate under the overwhelming pressure that was deranging her, and the friction and distress she didn't know how to manage anymore. It all together made her dumbfounded body finally recover from the shock and react quickly, almost rushing, as an arousal started building up in her stomach. It grew more and more pressing with every thrust until she was sure she would come just like that.

The thing in itself was weird because she was never one to come within three minutes, but Zoro's violence was overwhelming.

Right when she was about to come she suddenly felt the support of the couch under her back go missing.

They both crashed down on the floor. Of course none of them would notice, as they were both wildly having sex and higher than ever, but they had been slipping more and more toward the edge of the couch, until they crumbled on the floor, almost toppling the glass table.

Zoro didn't have time to slack around when he was in such a frenzied state. Without even giving away whether he had noticed or not they had fallen on the ground, he grabbed Nami by her ass with one hand and by the back with another and stood up, just to slam her into the wall short after.

It wasn't a coincidence he had chosen the wall next to the locked minibar. He grabbed the metal bar that kept it locked to give himself another leverage after loosing the couch's armrest.

He resumed from where he had been interrupted, and so did Nami's climax.

She came few seconds later with a loud scream, her body instantly loosing all of its tension and relaxing into Zoro's arms.

He kept thrusting into her, somehow managing to keep up both the force and the speed of his movements, the wooden wall rumbling and shaking behind Nami's back.

She could feel the and the rebound on her ribcage as he smashed her against the wall, completely unable to even notice that. She could only brace herself and try to keep it together, while long, languid moans kept randomly leaving her parted lips. She leaned her elbows on Zoro's jolting shoulders and held her head up with her own hand to prevent it from crashing into the wall with every jerk, since she didn't have much energies left to keep it up herself.

As he came too she felt his body go hard like a stone while pressing on hers, his thrusts became even more wild and his groans turned into husky, beastly growls, as he reached his climax too.

He shot everything he had deep into Nami, who squirmed and moaned as she felt his hot seed filling her up.

Zoro's vision and mind went completely blank. He gaped at the ceiling beside Nami's head, trying to catch his breath, but he was still releasing and he couldn't get a grip on himself until he was completely empty.

Once he was done he felt his knees give in and he let himself slid down on the floor, with Nami still in his arms.

They were both shaking like leaves in the wind, breathing heavily. Nami reached up to her face with one hand and found that her eyes and cheeks were completely soaked with tears she hand't noticed shedding.

She quickly wiped them with the back of her hand before he could see.

Zoro slowly slid out of her with a wet sound, feeling her juices and his own drip down along his shaft.

He decided he could at least afford to stand with Nami in his arms and reach the couch, and he did so, unwillingly collapsing on it. He only managed to make sure he wouldn't crash into Nami by falling next to her.

She was staring at the ceiling, lips parted, panting like she had almost drowned.

He realized he was in the same exact situation. His head was spinning madly and he felt like he was at a heavy loss of oxygen.

Right after having smoked so much wasn't probably the best moment to have insanely violent sex.

He noticed Nami was slightly rubbing her legs together while holding tight the hem of her skirt with one hand. Maybe he should have hold back a little bit.

«Don't play the victim now. Y' deserved it» he growled in a strained voice. He was starting to feel heavy everywhere, tongue included, and words were awkward in his mouth.

She gave him a cunning look. «I don't remember 'ver doin something so good to earn me that» she said, going back to giggling. Words were clumsy in her mouth too, it seemed.

Zoro immediately revised his previous thoughts. Next time he went berserk he would break her in two.

She snorted. «But really, where y'raised in the forest? I don't think there's any gettin' more uncivilized than 'tat» she said, upset. «Look a' you, how much of a brickhead y'are. Y' haven't 'ven kissed me yet» she scolded him, even though it came out ruffled because she was still short on breath too.

He didn't have much lucidity left to come out with a joke about that last sentence, so he grabbed the back of her head and, forcing her to face his way, he shove his tongue deep into her mouth instead. They parted right away, panting, then they kissed again, and parted again, trying to both breathe and kiss at the same time.

He had managed to recover a little in the mean time, so he lift himself up on one elbow, on the arm that wasn't holding Nami's head, and he moved himself above her, still roughly and discontinuously kissing each other.

She clumsily teased his tongue with hers, while just as clumsily grazing at his lips with her teeth. His answer was even clumsier, but none of them would be willing to complain. The kiss was turning more and more wet, with them already being out of it to begin with, and now distracted by the warm, moist feeling of each other's mouth, so that they were having troubles holding their own saliva.

They soon lost track of time.

He suddenly withdrew his tongue still keeping his lips on Nami's, to try and say something. «I think... I'm hard 'gain...» he mumbled, while she was pulling gently on his lower lip. «Mh... ih's 'ween a while awweady» she informed him without letting him go.

«Really...?» he said, surprised.

He lifted his head and she was forced to part from him. His hands reached behind her back, slightly lifting her from the couch as he unclasped her black bra.

He had just remembered that he was supposed to do that from the beginning, but it didn't really matter as long as he had remembered in time.

While he took it off, Nami took some bills out of it and slipped them in the front pocket of his jeans. «You can be sure I'm a remember y' have 'em tomorrow, 'ven if I'm a forget everything else» she warned him threateningly.

He chuckled deeply, amused, while reaching behind him to her tights and making her lift her legs so that he could get to her shoes without having to rise on his knees. He took 'em off, then he unzipped her skirt too and got rid of that as well.

He grabbed one of her breasts, and she moaned faintly, still tired. «Y'know, I'm feeling very sluggish righ' now. Y' don't think you could pull out somethin like b'fore? 'Tat would most likely wake me up» she said smiling.

He arched an eyebrow. «Look, darling, I don't even know if I can walk right now. I'm entering the stoned-stage, how can y' expect me to do that again? One time was already a big deal by itself» he pointed out, focusing hard on not fumbling for once. She pouted.

He kissed her neck and bit her ear. «I even got another hard-on. Y' should be impressed 'tat you turn me on 'ven now, 'tat I don't 'ven know wha' I'm sayin and how I keep my eyes open» he whispered, while pressing with the head of his second hard-on on her entrance.

She laughed softly. «'Tis is an honor.»

He slowly entered her again. She was taken aback by a new wave of pain as he did so. She was still very sensible from before. She moaned and gritted her teeth, but she let him enter nonetheless, and he waited for her to take him deeper this time. She let out another soft whimper of slight pain as he went all the way inside of her, rubbing on her sore skin.

He placed a wet kiss on her distracted mouth and he kept wandering everywhere on her body with his hands. Now that the frenzy was completely gone he could enjoy that slim, perfect body with both his hands and his eyes.

He tried to keep up a decent pace. It was hard, especially if he thought that he had had troubles keeping up with his own bewilderment just minutes ago. Soon the slight frown on her face was replaced by a dazed expression. «Ah... yeah, Zoro, you feel so good...» she muttered mindless of what she was saying.

He suddenly realized something, out of the blue. They were exactly where he had been sitting all night while smoking. He stopped pumping her and reached down with his hand under the couch, where he found his almost intact bottle of Havana. Nami's faint moans stopped as she lazily turned her head to see what he was doing.

He wouldn't be able to keep on for much more now, and that insanely interesting night was coming to an end. It wouldn't matter anymore if he lost it even more and it would be a waste, almost a whole bottle of rum already paid with his own money.

He went back to thrust into her so she didn't even have time to pull together enough wits to complain. She looked at him opening the bottle with an amused look.

«So 'tis was yer evil plan, ha? Cheater» she laughed. «I' worked» he said simply, before taking a long sip.

At the moment he was lacking most of his coordination, so his intent of drinking while doing Nami, even if very slowly, ended up with lots of drops of alcohol running down his chin, throat and chest, and some fell down on Nami's chest as well.

When he lowered the bottle he saw that Nami was stretching her unsteady arms toward the bottle with a pleading expression. «Me too...» she asked in a whiny voice.

«You 'lready had two» he said. She pouted and stretched her arms further.

He smirked and lowered the bottle toward her. She grabbed it but he didn't let it go. «I'm not lettin' y' hold 'tis bottle, woman. C'mon, drink» he said.

She sighed and tried to rise on her hands to get up, a little obstructed by Zoro's actions, but somehow managing it.

She grabbed the neck of the bottle with one hand and reached out to the top of it with her tongue stuck out, waiting to connect with the cold glass. She had trouble doing that, with all the panting and the moaning and the movements of her body and Zoro's, but she somehow pulled the bottle close enough to drink from it.

He found himself so focused on her lips and tongue sliding on the thick glass and swallowing the rum that he almost forgot to keep going back and forth into her.

The arm holding the bottle unwillingly loosened a bit and Nami found herself unable to handle the extra rum that was being poured into her mouth, resulting in another waterfall of drops all over the place. She lazily coughed once or twice. He leaned forward and licked clean most of what was on her chin, then he pushed her back down with her back on the couch and did the same with her neck and breasts. In the meanwhile her moans had started to be loud again, meaning that she was drawing close to another orgasm. He put the now almost finished bottle on the ground and focused on what he was doing. It was already hard to do one thing at time, not to mention two.

She put her arms around his neck and pushed her head back, as her body was starting to grow tense again. «Zoro...» she moaned loudly. He grunted and sank his face in her neck, trying his best to pump faster, even thought he was now finally and completely stoned. The only thing that kept him moving was his arousal.

She kept letting out high moans, tightening her grip around his neck.

«Ha-harder... yeah... ahh...» she muttered, breathless.

He was feeling his own orgasm on the way, so it proved easier this time to satisfy her requests, as his body started moving on his own, listening to a more pressing need.

She came short after, even if not as much as before. Her voice was hoarse by now, so the last groan got stuck in her throat.

He followed just behind.

They rested for what could have been minutes or hours, one still deeply into the other, until Nami finally muttered something like "I'm uncomfortable" and gently pushed him away.

He rose on his hands and slid out of her.

He sat back on the couch, his head leaned back and his eyes tired and staring into the ceiling. Nami sat up too and looked at his worn out appearance. «Don't tell me we 'lready found yer limit» she teased him. Being simply stoned wouldn't dull her annoying skill.

He groaned. «Shut up, woman, 'verything's movin here» he fumbled, bringing his hands up to his eyes. «'N here I thought you'd fuck the shit out o' me for hours 'n hours» she said grinning. She was even dizzier than him, if possible, but this was too damn fun.

He shot her an annoyed glance from between his fingers. «I'll make you regret y' said 'tat, someday.»

«If you 'ver remember it» she pointed out, swaying dangerously while trying to stand on the couch on her knees.

He looked down at her legs, then started chuckling. «Y're leakin'» he said, as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

She looked down to check, and there was actually quite a lot of white seed flowing down along her inner tights.

She would have liked to punch him on the head saying that it wasn't funny at all, but she started laughing too.

«Guess I'll use yer shirt to clean up, 'ten» she said trying not to give in to laughter too much.

He shock his head several times. «No, you're not» he stated, as if saying no to something that really mattered. But then he couldn't help but start chuckling again. «Fuck, 'tat stuff was good. It makes y'happy until the very end. I usually end up vegetating, but now...»

Nami tried to get off the couch and stand, but it wasn't a good idea.

Her legs gave in and she ended up sitting on the floor. She snorted. «Damn, can't move a single step.»

He laughed even harder, or so it seemed to him. Everything he did seemed a huge effort.

Nami tried to keep her head still, since it was randomly swaying in every direction. «Stop laughin', you dumbass» she said, blindly waving her hand his way, and trying not to start laughing herself. «Gimme your damn shirt so I can clean up your mess 'n help me get my clothes. And remember you're carryin' me on the way back.»

He couldn't help but laugh again at the last sentence. «As if I was able to even carry myself.»

«Well, it's your fault I can't walk.»

«Everything's my fault» he declared, rising one arm toward the ceiling as if talking to a crowd.

She finally managed to lift herself up until she was back on the couch. «Good boy, keep repeating that to yourself.»

He frowned and reached up with his right hand to the base of his nose, trying to ease the already approaching headache. «Y'know that song... "I wanna boom bang bang with your body" 'n somethin' like 'tat» he said, chuckling again, probably remembering how hard he'd fucked her earlier.

She sighed. «"Y'know that song", what's that? They're playin' it right now. C'mon, Zoro, ge' a grip 'n yerself. Y've got a girl a' carry» she said, finally giving up her purpose of having him collect her clothes and starting to do it herself, without ever leaving the couch of course. The fact that everything below her waist was either sore or numb was not helping, but somehow she got her hands on her pants, bra, and Zoro's shirt.

He was still nonsense-ing by himself, going on about how cold was the arctic pole.

She took advantage of the fact that he wasn't paying attention to actually clean herself up with his shirt, before clumsily throwing it on the other side of the room. He wouldn't remember about it, hopefully.

She was about to give a look around in search for at least her skirt, when she felt Zoro's considerable weight suddenly crush on her and push her down on the couch.

«Oi, oi, what 're y' plannin'? We're not sleepin' h're, just so y'know» she said bitterly. But then she felt fabric being pushed in her hands. It was her skirt.

Zoro's mouth was inches away from her ear.

«I'll carry you wher'ver y'want if y'promise not to be a fuckin' bitch anymore. V'had 'nough of 'tat» he said in a low, husky voice.

She gave him a cunning look, or something that resembled one.

«Poor Zoro, y're bein' bullied?» she giggled.

«Can do» she said then, still giggling.

He sighed and finally stood. He was swaying, but he could keep himself on his feet. He closed the zipper of his trousers and grabbed Nami by the arm to help her stand on the couch while leaning on him, so that he could help her wear her skirt. She sure didn't look like she could. In the short time he left to go grab her shirt she promptly fell down on the floor again, but luckily she was so numb nothing could hurt much.

Zoro had his trouble lifting her up on her feet again.

She shot him glance. They were a real mess. Ruffled clothes, smelly of smoke and sex, and completely out of their reasonable mind.

She sighed as Zoro took her piggyback.

«Jus' hope it's not mornin' 'lready. If the others 're awake it's goin' to be 'ard to 'xplain.»