Theme: 60. Rejection
Rating: m for language
A/n: sorry if this is a bit dark!
Nami let out a small noise, shifting on the surface on which she lay. Every bit of her front stuck to something yet she felt warm. Just what level or ranking could she attribute to just how nicely her body hummed and ached she searched her brain for. An answered challenge drew her bsck to just where she lay, and she knew just who she was with, for her cat grin spread wide over her flushed face.
The arm tightened around her waist also elicited a chuckle, though that awkward feeling spread through her. Strands of orange hair hung down kn either side of the navigator's face.
"Oi," rumbled the swordsman's low voice, scratchy with sleep.
"You still here?" Nami asked, tracing her finger over the pattern of the scar on his left eye. The right eyelid flickered open to reveal an impossibly dark eye.
"So are you," he answered, with the hint of a slight smug smirk twisting up his lip. "Now lay down again..."
"You're not the boss of me," Nami began, flicking his forhead with one finger.
However the calussed hand holding her hip flush with his tightened at the same time Zoro flipped both of them over so she lay beneath his muscular body. His hand gently pressed over her open mouth as Nami let out a squeak of surprise. Not that she minded Zoro changing position.
"Someone's waiting outside the crow's nest," he whispered.
"Who is it, and where is my little black book?" Nami whisoered back, looking up into that stoic face once the swordsman carefully separated them and hovered over her. His hand had left her mouth but the rapid blur of movement was almost too fast for her to track. All she saw was a flash of green cloth that dropped over her and the breeze from his body leaving her.
Nami realized it was his kimono top, and the swordsman was already on his feet, pants in place with the haramaki strapped to his waist. "Cover up..." He murmured back to her.
"I don't give a rats ass who sees me..." Nami began but Zoro's annoyed look stopped her cold.
"But I do," he grumbled, sliding his swords into place as he shoved his boots onto his feet. Just who did he think he was suddenly giving her such instructions?
"Excuse me! Just who do you think you are?" Nami snapped at him, gathering the ends of the kimono around her while Zoro glared out the windows, gathering up the scattered clothes. "I'll just charge whoever it is you're so worried about for looking at us both if that worries you!"
Spinning around Zoro growled, "that's not it, Nami... I don't like someone looking at our private business... And by the way, you may wanna freshen up while I..."
Rolling her eyes Nami caught the cloth he tossed to her, moistened with water. "Zoro, we are both adults! Is it Sanji or..."
"It's Brook, and since you aren't wearing panties..." Zoro mimbled, blushing pink. "He is right outside the door. It's his time on watch and is it too much to ask to let you get yourself together so you feel comfortable when..."
Angrily Nami tended to her needs, cursing about "pain in the ass swordsman" and "minding his own business." Patiently Zoro tidied up the crows nest while she freshened up and he pulled on a clean button up shirt.
"Let me tell you something," she snorted, poking him in the chest. Zoro cocked his eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest.
"What's got you so pissed off? Didn't you enjoy yourself?" He asked, matter of fact.
"What is with this posessive attitude? Just because you and I had a fling doesn't mean you can act like you own me!" Nami snapped, hands on her hips. "You still owe me, and..."
"Owe you? You witch," Zoro retorted, anger furrowing his eyebrows together. "I just used that debt as an excuse. Didn't I tell you I don't kiss women who I just simply fu..."
Nami's look of surprise melted into a strange unreadable look. She shook her head and reached past him, grabbing her clothes. "You only owe me what you do in Loguetown. But our other business is final..."
"What?" Zoro ground out. He felt sick to his stomach inside. Nami too felt a jolt of horror. Before she could say anything else she brushed past him and opened the hatch to the ladder.
"Idiot," she got out.
"Nami... It isn't over, not by a long shot," Zoro warned her. "You cant deny that..."
"Don't even go there. Just don't!" She shouted at him. That look of rejection on her face and his made her feel like a rat scuttling down a hole.
Zoro gritted his teeth, watching her leave. He heard the kick of her foot on bones as she passed poor Brook. Cursing he rushed past the skeleton.
"Sorry," he mumbled to Brook, and rushed to catch Nami before she could walk away and complete such a rejection they'd both regret.