HAI GUYZ! Sorry, had to get that out of my system.

cherrychik: aw, you're so sweet! +blush+ yay I have a fan! +does happy dance+

Galleta: +bows+ thank you for telling me about that typo… if anyone sees a typo, tell me, dammit! I hate looking silly for any longer than I have to… = 3= (that's my pouty face)

yuMeNami: Awww, but it's not her fault, she was drunk! lol +heart+ not to mention, Zoro-kun is a sexy beast lol.

German girl (anonymous): hey, that's the point! The wound was forgotten about because of other things… like pushing each other into puddles! Hee XD but yes, and then Nami saw it and was all upset that she had forgotten about it… hence her not being so gentle at first when treating it.

When I was writing that bit (when she's bandaging his injury), it really reminded me of that scene in Beauty and the Beast when he gets injured saving her and she's cleaning the wound and he's all OUCHRAWR!!! And she's like oh you big baby! And so on…

And of course, once again, I'm NOT Eichiro Oda.

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Sunlight danced into the room, waking the swordsman. Sitting up groggily, Zoro discovered that he was in fact alone. What the…? Last night was a bit blurry, but… Pieces slowly began coming back to him. Oh yeah, Nami and I were drinking… weird… And she was actually being tolerable. And I got away with not having to pay for the drinks…(A/N: wait, they didn't pay at all?! I turned my beloved characters into a couple of Eat-N-Runners?! WTF?!?) She certainly drank a lot… More details returned. Wait, then that crazy lady showed up… Twisting in an effort to stretch his stiff muscles, a sudden sharp pain in his side made him grunt in surprise. Oh yeah… psychotic bitch stabbed me… More clarity. Oh shit, then Nami was kidnapped! Oh, wait, it's ok, I saved her. Again. Slowly standing up, rubbing his head. And then… Zoro was suddenly once again on the ground, his eyes widened in horrified shock.

Shit.

It was shit like this that made him swear off alcohol, only to return to it the next day.

And because the gods loved tormenting him, it was at this moment that Nami, accompanied by Chopper, entered the room.

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Nami woke when a single brilliant sunbeam fell into the room, long and thin, its brightness as sharp as a dagger. This had been sufficient to wake her because the crack in the curtains that it managed to squeeze through was artfully placed so that it would land right on her face. Perfect. She rolled over with a groan, murmuring to Robin to see if perhaps she could do something to fix the curtains, pretty please? Damn, her head hurt. Her bed was not as comfy as it usually was either.

Reality hit her like a train and she sat up in bed with a gasp. Nami immediately regretted this and bent over with a moan of pain, clutching her forehead. "Aw, hell…" She flopped back down on the bed. What the hell was I thinking? Dammit… none of my fantasies about this sort of thing ever turned out like that. Aw, that's not fair! She pouted for a moment, head still reeling, and then attempted to sort her memories of the night into some intelligible form. She gasped again, suddenly remembering Zoro's injury. Damn! Hangover or not, she needed to get Chopper so he could administer some proper medical care. She sat up with more care this time, massaging her temples, then quietly slipped into her now dry shirt and skirt, blushing slightly at the thought that she had actually undressed down to her underwear in front of the swordsman. Nothing he hasn't seen before, a voice in the back of her mind muttered. Nami ignored it and quickly hurried from the room.

It didn't take her long to find Chopper, and Robin with him, which was rather impressive considering her throbbing headache and slight disorientation, not to mention the fact that, nine times out of ten, one never found the person they hoped to find when the playing board was an entire town. Nami smugly attributed her luck to her natural navigational skills instinctively leading her to her goal. After quickly explaining the situation to the pair, the navigator showed the reindeer the way back to the inn, Robin volunteering to explain the situation to the rest of the crew if and when she saw them.

Now, having burst into the room again with Chopper in tow, Nami was actually surprised to find the swordsman awake. "Eh? Zoro? You're up? Oh, good, I didn't really want to have to wake you up," she said, leaning over with her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

"Aah! Zoro!! Are you ok!?" panicked the young reindeer. He was suddenly bewildered when both Nami and Zoro groaned, holding their foreheads in their hands.

"Chopper… please… be quieter…" Zoro said tiredly, his face the picture of a hangover. "Ugh, I'm never going to drink again."

"Please…" scoffed Nami, despite the ringing in her ears. She sank to the floor, leaning against the wall. "Like you could have the willpower to do that…" her voiced trailed off as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes with a grimace.

"Um… Zoro?" Chopper ventured a whisper. He continued on hurriedly when the swordsman opened a bloodshot eye at him. "I need to take a look at your injury…"

Zoro groaned and dropped his head, too tired to fight anything, and the small doctor moved in and slowly began unwrapping Nami's makeshift bandage from last night, clucking through his teeth when he saw the damage. "Lift your hands above your head," he ordered. The swordsman grudgingly obeyed. As Chopper took out needle, thread, and clean bandages and set to work, Zoro leaned against the wall and drifted off in thought.

Well… having gotten over the shock of it all, I suppose last night wasn't so bad. Whatever. I'm over it. If she wants to make a big deal out of it, she can be my guest. He snorted. She probably will. She is a woman, after all. A psychotic, penny-pinching, she-devil of a woman. Even if she is… pretty, he admitted begrudgingly. Suddenly, he felt it again: that pestering, invasive feeling of someone watching him. Looking up quickly, he was shocked upon meeting Nami's brown eyes. What…? So she was the one watching me all those times…? His eyes narrowed. I knew it.

Nami watched the swordsman coolly as he received the reindeer's aid. When he noticed and looked up at her quickly, his eyes narrowing, she didn't blink. Instead, she stood her ground, gaze unfaltering, until finally the swordsman seemed to accept this and looked away again. She wanted to collapse right there from relief. Oh my god… that was the scariest thing ever! I thought I was going to burst into flames from that death glare! She held her hands close to her chest in an attempt to quell their shaking. At least… At least he seems fine with it. I'm glad it's not like, awkward or anything… she began to watch Chopper's ministrations on the man again. Although… it is pretty hot, seeing him all scuffed up like that… she grinned very slightly. And even if last night was weird, it doesn't change anything. He's still the idiotic, directionally-challenged swordsman who drinks and swears too much and I'm the beautiful, talented navigator. She gave a smug chuckle, inciting another momentary glare from the swordsman. And still, I'm a woman with needs, right? Am I not allowed to indulge myself every now and then? Speaking of indulging… She stood up with a big grin on her face.

"Well then, Chopper, I leave him in your hands!"

"Eh?! Where are you going?" the small doctor asked.

"Shopping!" was the answer as Nami turned for the door. Suddenly she stopped. "Oh yeah…"

Shit, Zoro thought with a flinch as she turned and laid that evil eye on him. He feared the worst and knew his fears were well placed when a delicate hand was thrust in front of his face. "Guh!"

"You," Nami said, pointing at Zoro and grinning smugly when he flinched again, "owe me money."

"Shit! You know I can't pay you! I already paid for the drinks last night anyway!"

Nami laughed haughtily at this. "Please! That was only half of the drinks, and not even a tenth of what you owe me! You obviously aren't very good at math beyond simple addition and subtraction, or you would have realized just how much your debt to me has grown. Pay up!" She wiggled her fingers in his face greedily.

Zoro cursed her, her ancestors, and her descendants. He cursed everything about her and then some. He cursed women in general, debts in general, money in general, and shopping in general, but mostly he just cursed Nami. She just laughed in his face as he shoved the bills into her outstretched hand with a snarl. "Thank you Zoro!" she crowed, and left.

"Bitch..." Zoro muttered, furious, as Chopper went back to work. "Shitty, money-crazed, manipulative, psychotic…" his voice trailed off into an unintelligible string of noises.

"Uh… Zoro? I'm finished now," the small doctor mumbled.

"Oh. Thanks, Chopper."

"You know, Zoro…" Chopper ventured. "It really wouldn't hurt for you to be nicer to Nami about this. She seemed really worried about you when she came and got me…"

Zoro grimaced, rolling his eyes.

"Well, uh… I guess that's all. I'll need to check it tomorrow so… well, I guess by tomorrow you could be anywhere… so there's no point in telling you to just spend tonight at this hotel again… well… if you stay with Nami then she can come find me…" Seeing Zoro's expression at this suggestion, Chopper panicked. "Or not! You don't have to do anything! I'll find you and check it whenever!" Heading for the door, he stopped one last time. "She… does mean well… well, I like to think so, anyways." With that, the reindeer left.

Zoro laid down with an exasperated sigh. He thought she wasn't bothered by it, but he had momentarily forgotten the fact that women were difficult, enigmatic creatures that would never be solved by any male on the face of the planet.

But kisses weren't that big a deal, right? I mean he thought, I've kissed other members of the crew before… like that one time where Luffy was sleep walking and thought I was meat, so he started biting my face… I woke up to find his mouth right on mine, trying to suck my face off… talk about a rude awakening. Then there was that time that the shitty cook almost kissed me… dear lord, that was a traumatic experience if I ever had one… Well… ok fine I guess I haven't ever really kissed anyone else in the crew… but still! It's no big deal. We were both drunk, tired, and exhausted from her being friggin abducted after me being stabbed, and we obviously just weren't thinking clearly. We're adults, and I for one, have no problem with it. And that's it.

He nodded gruffly, pulled his shirt on, and left the room.

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Nami wandered the streets of the town again for the second time in as many days, but with much less purpose. She was in a daze, lost in her own thoughts, and trying to make sense of everything that had happened the previous night. She hadn't been so drunk as to black out, but some of the events were slightly muddled. For instance, how had they gotten from alleyway to hotel room? She knew she had spoken with the desk clerk, but it seemed strangely disconnected from the two other events. There were, however, some instances that were clear as day in her mind. Her little emotional breakdown, for one. Even now she blushed to think she had let herself appear so emotionally vulnerable to the swordsman. He had been strangely kind about it though… Now now, Nami, he isn't a bad person. He still has something of a heart deep down in that bulging mass of muscled chest of his… She felt heat rising to her face as she smiled at the memory of being held against that chest those many times last night for one reason or another… especially the last time, after he had taken off his shirt… who would've guessed that hands could be so soothing? She giggled. After having a chance to really think about it, she had decided that she had actually rather enjoyed the kiss, despite the slight awkwardness it had caused that morning. It was too bad they didn't get any farther. Oh well. Another time perhaps. She giggled again.

A familiar snapping sound and a yell brought her back to reality. And suddenly, Luffy had crashed into a pile of crates next to her. He stood up from the rubble, dusting himself off and laughing.

"Ah, hiya Nami! What's up?"

Sanji was suddenly beside him, one foot kicking the boy's head repeatedly. Luffy didn't act like he noticed, and Sanji began berating him loudly for doing something so dangerous near Nami where she could get hurt. Luffy didn't pay attention to this either.

"Oh yeah, Nami, we saw Chopper and he said Zoro had been hurt! It didn't sound serious though, nothing Zoro can't handle. You ok? How much longer til we can leave? I wanna find an Adventure with a cattle A!!!"

"Oi, idiot, stop asking Nami so many questions! And it's CAPITAL A, not "cattle A!" Damn bottomless pit, your mind is on food so much you even think about the source!" Turning to Nami, Sanji began his usual display. "Oh, Miss Nami, you're looking as radiant as ever! Did you sleep well? I heard you had to share a room with that shitty algae-headed bastard, he didn't do anything vulgar in nature to you did he? I totally understand if he did, that asshole has no manners whatsoever, but do not fear, I will make sure he doesn't do it again. Is there anything you need? Would you like me to accompany you on a shopping expedition to help you carry your bags?" He grinned charmingly at her, leaning on Luffy's head with protests spouting from the younger boy. Nami sighed.

"One question at a time boys!" she yelled with a solid thump of fists on the heads of the pair. ("Ah, Miss Nami, you are a vision of beauty when you give orders,") "Luffy, we still have to stay for a few days. Go explore some more with Usopp or something. There's a good restaurant in the north of town. I hear they're especially famous for their mea-" No sooner had she gotten the words out, Luffy had zoomed off with a very confused, very frightened Usopp in tow (he had happened to walk by at that exact moment). Sanji sighed, shaking his head at the cloud of dust that was left. He then turned back to Nami with a smile.

"Ah, Miss Nami, I see how you distracted Luffy so that we could be alone, and I must confess tha-" Nami side-stepped the attempted kiss with practiced ease. "Oh Miss Nami! You are as quick and clever as you ever were, and grow even more so with each passing day! Please, tell me anything you need and I shall supply it beyond my own personal limitations!" he cooed up at her from the ground.

Nami suddenly remembered Zoro's words. This reminded her of her little breakdown last night, causing her to blush with embarrassment at the memory. "Uh, Sanji, I just wanted to know if you had gotten the supplies that we needed yet. In addition to the food, we need rope, wood, gunpowder, and a couple more barrels of cola…" She looked away from the cook, praying he wouldn't notice her sudden change in demeanor. Then she noticed Robin walking by and gave silent thanks to whatever gods were looking out for her today. "Ah! I was also going to ask you to find Robin, but here she is! Alright Sanji, I will see you later! Robin and I are going to have a girl's day today!" Sanji seemed to have fallen in love with the idea of a 'girl's day,' but he nodded and let her run after Robin, who turned and smiled at the younger girl as she shouted her name happily, secretly relieved.

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Sanji smiled, happy that Nami was happy. But still, he was concerned. Zoro had been injured, and they had been together last night. What had happened? He was dying to know if Nami was as ok as she tried to appear, because he could detect a hint of something underlying her beautiful smile. Sadness? Regret? Shame? Whatever it was, he hoped it could be quickly dealt with and erased, for it hurt him to see Nami suffer. To Sanji, Nami was the perfect balance of beauty and ferocity, grace and strength. Even if he never admitted it to anyone else (such was a thing a gentleman NEVER did), he was well-aware of her faults. Her love of money, her oftentimes harsh attitude towards the men of the crew. But still, Sanji cared for her. He smiled again. After all, only in the imperfections of the teacup can it truly become perfect. Without her faults, Nami would not be the beautiful person she was. Robin too. The two women of the crew, to have suffered so much. They did have more in common than first seen, after all. Such suffering, an insincere betrayal. Difficult pasts, but bright futures. And both still able to smile so warmly. Sanji still marveled at the emotional strength of such beautiful, frail-looking creatures. There's something that men don't have. What man can accept all those emotions and carry them as those two have? Without denying a single one? Truly, women are miracles.

He sighed, taking a long drag from his cigarette, then turned and walked down the street.

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The pair walked arm in arm, occasionally stopping in shops and generally just chatting about various things. It was moments like this that made Nami so grateful to have another woman on the crew. But suddenly she saw it again. The same shop she had run from in tears the day before.

"Ah, Miss Navigator, shall we go into this shop? It seems like the type of shop you would enjoy," said Robin, smiling. The smile quickly vanished when she saw the expression on her companion's face. "Miss Navigator? Is… something wrong?" Robin looked back at the store. Realization dawned on her face when she saw the shopkeeper speaking to a customer through the window. She smiled again, her eyes sad. Ah… I see…

Suddenly, Robin found herself in the small alley to the side of the shop, pinned to the wall with Nami grasping both of her arms, breathing heavily. (A/N: wtf? When did this become a yuri fic?)

"Robin." Her voice was desperate. "I need a favor."

"Of course, Miss Navigator, what is it?"

Nami swallowed nervously. "I need… you to pretend that… you're the navigator… and… ask him what's wrong with the log pose…" Her face was bright red with shame. "A-after yesterday… I can't go back there and ask him myself…"

Robin smiled gently at the girl. "Of course I will, Miss Navigator. It is no trouble." The relief on Nami's face made the older woman want to cry. Taking her hand, Robin removed the log pose from her wrist and placed it on her own. "Now," she grinned encouragingly at the orange-haired girl. "Shall we find out what is causing the problem with the log pose?"

Nami swallowed again and nodded, trying to force her face into a quivering, brave smile. Despite her efforts, however, her anxiety was still apparent in her warm brown eyes. Robin laughed gently and led her into the shop.

The air in the shop was musty, and Robin's heart skipped a beat when she took a breath. She paused, closing her eyes, and breathed in deeply. She knew this smell. This was the smell of old parchment and faded ink, of dust stirred up from items that have been disturbed after longs years of hiberntion. This was the smell of ancient secrets hidden within pages and letters. The smell of history. Robin's breathing became shallow with excitement. She would have to stay behind after she had finished helping Nami. There were secrets to be discovered in this shop.

She was pulled back to reality when the ray-man noticed the pair and greeted them enthusiastically, especially Nami. Robin felt her stiffen as he addressed her and she gave her friend's hand an encouraging squeeze.

"Yes, sir, we are in need of some assistance. You see, my cousin here is interested in the nature of the Grand Line, and so I am teaching her all I know. However, while I have lived on this island all my life, I never fully understood why logs react the way they do to this island. Perhaps you could explain it to me?" she smiled engagingly at the fishman.

"Ooooh, yes yes yes. It's all quite simple really, it has to do with magnet fields," the merman explained. "Here, come back here and I'll show you." He motioned for them to follow him beyond a curtain leading to the back room of the shop, where a strange construction that looked something like a furnace was set up, along with another that actually was a furnace and a worktable with various tools strewn across it. Glass-blowing pipes of various sizes were lined up against the wall, and large boxes of what Robin could only assume were raw materials stood stacked in a corner. Nami was hesitant to enter the room at first, but seeing the weird arrangement of the room piqued her curiosity and it quickly got the better of her, so she followed Robin closely.

The ray-man's explanation was fascinating. He told them of the large magnetized iron deposits located on the ocean floor surrounding the island, which interfered with the magnet within the log pose that made it point the way to the next island. This could easily be prevented by keeping the log within a box composed of lead and sea stone in alternating layers, but most ships did not know of the deposits and would sail over them without such precautions, and this could lead to disaster. For this reason, visitors to the island were rare, as only the most skilled of navigators were able to make it far enough through the magnetic fields to arrive at the island. Most times, the ship was lost, but sometimes it would be lucky enough to come out the other side of the extensive fields, which usually performed the opposite interference on the log and therefore causing it to act normally once again. When this happened, the log was not needed to arrive in port safely because the next island was so close to that area that it could be seen in the distance. Throughout his explanation, the ray-man demonstrated using another log and two very large magnets, holding the log over one for a while until it started to move back and forth like the one on Robin's wrist, then transferring it to the other magnet until the shaking stopped. Nami paid close attention to everything the shopkeeper said, taking mental notes. When he was finished however, her curiosity once again got the better of her and she could not help asking about the strange items around the room. He grinned with pride and told her that the instruments were all involved in the construction of logs. Grin widening at her wide eyes, he offered to show her how he made them. She accepted without a second thought. Her gaze on the ray-man's actions didn't falter when Robin touched her shoulder and told her softly that she would be in the front of the store, looking around. She simply nodded, wide eyes focused on the golden orb now growing out of the end of the glass-blowing pipe. Robin smiled and stepped out of the room.

When the time came to leave the store, Nami was in such good spirits she didn't even take the few small items she had pocketed upon entering. Together she and Robin had bought four books, a new log, a LogKeeper (one of the boxes constructed to protect the log from the shifting magnetic fields), some parchment, a new quill, bottles of no run ink in various colors, and a number of old maps. Among the maps the two had chosen to buy was one that Nami kept hidden from Robin; she had found it rifling through a pile of particularly dated maps, and she bought it, deciding to present it to Robin later as a gift of gratitude for her help. After purchasing a light supper, the two parted ways, Nami deciding to simply go back to the hotel she had stayed at the night before and Robin returning to sleep on the boat. Nami waved goodbye to her friend, and once out of sight she pulled out the map that was to be Robin's gift and studied it, tracing one of the islands drawn on it with her finger and staring at the name next to it. With this, perhaps Robin would tell her some happy memories of her hometown. Nami smiled, happy to have the soft-spoken woman as a companion on their adventures. Humming contentedly, she turned and headed down the street to the hotel.

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Neither one of them was pleased, to say the least, when Nami walked in on a half-naked Zoro receiving another bout of Chopper's ministrations. They stared at each other, shocked, annoyed, and completely silent as the tiny doctor finished his work as quickly as possible, trying to escape the dangerous aura encircling the pair as fast he could. The door had scarely clicked shut when they were at each other's throats.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Zoro demanded accusingly.

"What am I doing here? This is my room!" Nami retorted, more than slightly peeved.

"Your room?" Zoro's annoyance was threatening to cross the line to full-fledged anger.

"Yes, my room! I paid for it! You want to stay here, you have—"

"Oh, don't you dare start that crap with me, woman! You are always looking for any excuse to increase my debt, knowing full well I can't pay it!"

"You know what? Fine," seethed the orange-haired girl, her glare icy cold. "Don't get used to it."

"Like you would let me, psycho bitch!" he jabbed back.

"You wanna stay here or not?!" She received a snort and his back for an answer as he laid down on the floor, facing the wall. Rolling her eyes, she leaned against the door, rather put out. Zoro had completely ruined her good mood. Nami sighed. There was no helping it now. Nothing would expel him from the room now. The navigator started to unpack, lost in thought.

Only when she caught another glimpse of the swordsman lying there, shirtless, did she pause to consider him again. Seeing him so reminded her of the previous night, and this made her blush and quickly look away, continuing to organize her things once again. Still, her mind drifted back to the sudden rush of head she had felt when he had kissed her, even despite the rare gentleness he had displayed. This naturally lead her to wondering how much more intense that heat would be were he to not be so gentle, the idea of which got her so flustered that she fumbled, dropping a bottle of ink and a stack of parchment in the process. She cursed silently, attempting to scramble for the papers while simultaneously trying to jump away from the splatter of ink on the floor. While she remained ink-free, the action caused her to almost loose her balance completely. Supporting herself with a hand on the wall, she attempted to recollect her thoughts and get her breathing under control, cursing the slight rise of temperature she could feel in her cheeks. Suddenly, a small laugh from across the room got her attention. Zoro had turned to look over his shoulder at the noise and was now grinning smugly. Their eyes met. Nami instantly regretted this, feeling herself turn even pinker. She swallowed and quickly looked away.

Zoro had looked over when he heard her squeak and saw her strange hop-dance-trip sort of thing that was her attempt to escape the splatter of ink while still trying to catch the papers raining down around her like autumn leaves. The sight was so amusing that he couldn't help but give a small chuckle at how ridiculous she looked. This undoubtedly attracted her attention, and, much to his chagrin, when the two made eye contact, her face, already pink, turned bright red.

You've got to be kidding me, he thought, annoyed by what he could only guess was the source of her blush. Get over it already! Continuing to watch her as she looked around at the mess she had made, his eyes narrowed, exasperated.

"Um… Zoro?" It came softly, cautiously.

Zoro slammed his fist on the floor and sat up, glaring at the girl. "Dammit, woman, just let it go already!"

Her eyes widened, confused. "What—?"

"Yes, I kissed you! Whatever! We were tired and drunk, and it didn't mean anything, so just let it go!!"

Nami gaped at him for a moment, furious, then her open mouth transformed quickly ito a snarl. "Excuse me, but I was going to ask you if you would be so kind as to perhaps get me a towel or something to clean this up with, I wasn't even going to mention that, but now that you have, maybe we should discuss it! What kind of an excuse is that, 'you were drunk?' Can you not hold your alcohol anymore? Or are you just unable to take responsibility for your actions, hm, Mr. Great Swordsman? Do you really have that little self-control?"

That did it.

Zoro thought nothing. The only presence in his mind was that of red anger, frustration, and general annoyance, all directed at this… this woman.

In a flash, he was across the room, his hands slammed against the wall, with a wide-eyed, staring Nami trapped, back against the wall, within the cage created by his arms. He leane in close to her, breathing hot anger onto her face.

"I," he seethed, voice dangerously quiet, "have complete control over my actions."

Nami stared for a moment, then her eyes narrowed, the shock in them transforming into set defiance. "So you meant to kiss me." It was a question within a statement, but even more than that, it was a declaration of victory.

His eyes narrowed. Neither of them moved as seconds crawled by. Nami was about to confirm her victory when he suddenly closed the short distance between their faces, furiously pressing his lips to hers. She stood there, back against the wall, with him leaning against the wall on his forearms, letting him kiss her. Only their lips met. And still she stood, an incoherent string of babble running through her mind as that same heat swiftly began filling her body yet again. She had gained just enough clarity of mind to move to return this kiss when he pulled away. He glared at her, sharp green eyes searching clear brown, challenging her, waiting to see how she would react.

He almost choked on his tongue when that reaction was a scoff and a furious "stupid man!" There was no time for this, however, as she immediately grabbed his jaw and smashed her lips onto his, pulling herself to him and breathing in deeply. Zoro was so caught off-guard that he almost fell over, but caught himself in time before the pair ended up on the floor. Matching her ferocity, he grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly against him, making her breath hitch as he returned the kiss as powerfully as he had moments before. Her breathing became progressively more shallow as the heat welling within her quickened her heartbeat and sent a chill down her back. They pressed into each other, trying to get as much contact between them, when, almost simultaneously, hands started running through hair, pulling at clothes, and rubbing neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, and back. Nami's knees almost gave way when he pulled away from her, moving to her neck, sucking and biting the white skin. It was all she could do to clutch his shoulders and close her eyes, gasping.

He pulled away again, now seriously working at her shirt. She helped, giving him short, fierce kisses as she pulled the tank over her head and discarded it on the floor, tugging insistently at his haramaki. He obliged, pulling it off, as she clung to him, drawing a line of hot kisses down his neck to his chest, sucking at the long scar that cut across the length of his torso. When this didn't elicit a satisfactory response, she bit fiercely on the scar at a spot directly below his left collarbone. At this, he emitted a sound that somewhere between a grunt and a gasp. She didn't have long to gloat over this, nor a chance to try it again, because he pulled her back up to smash his lips to hers once more.

Tired of standing, Nami moved backwards, steering them to reach the bed in the corner, not breaking contact between them but holding the back of his neck tightly so that he had little choice but to follow. When she felt the bed hit the back of her legs, she reahed back the one hand and sat down, forcing him to climb onto the bed, straddling her. Finally, she laid back, pulling him down with her.

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Whoo! Hehehehe… you guys knew it was coming! And you all thought they were gonna be drunk! Shaaaaame on you! Hee.

So, I definitely got a nosebleed writing that last part, but be gentle in your reviews! That was my first time writing something like that! [cough]

Well, if I was gonna have sex with a sexy green-haired swordsman, that's how I would wanna do it! Hee… X3

Til next time!