A/N: For Zoro's Birthday, takes place after Sacrifice

Prompt: Happiness

Word Count: 1260

Rated M for M/F sex and some curse words.

Disclaimer: Nami and Zoro are of the age of consent people! Also, Eichiro Oda created One Piece, not me! I make no money for the writing of this fanfiction. The anime and manga is licensed by Shonen Jump.

"You want to see how far down it goes," Zoro murmured with a devilish grin. Unable to resist, Nami slipped her hand under the fabric of the haramaki, and Zoro watched her with a slight blush.

"Maybe if you sat down I could sit on your lap," Nami suggested, feeling the cot creak. Reluctantly, Zoro got up, and helped Nami to stand until he lay down and pulled her to sit on his legs. He propped up his back, folding his arms behind his head to watch her in amusement.

"How does this come off," Nami murmured, sticking out her tongue. She explored the folds of the haramaki with her delicate fingers as if picking a lock.

"Go ahead and ask. You won't learn unless you do…" Zoro invited, licking his lips. Nami felt herself melt inside at this. Damn it, he knew exactly how to get to her.

"Dammit if you do that I'll cream myself," she whispered.

"What was that about cream?" Zoro asked, amused at how she was losing her composure.

"Okay mister badass, let's see how this comes off," she fumed, working along the haramaki.

"Don't rip it witch!" he snapped.

"Just… knock it off!" Nami scolded, smacking his hands away.

Those eyebrows furrowed, almost melting her again so Nami pouted. Zoro bent close, whispering, "Well aren't you gonna ask?"

"How do I undo this?" she relented, seeing his smug look. It dawned on her that he WANTED her to ask because it was accepting an open invitation. Instead of stealing information, she was asking for it in good faith. Lips tickled her ear with whispered instructions. Easily she managed to unfasten it and drape it near his swords. Reaching up, Zoro started to unbutton her shirt.

"You ok with this?" he asked her, stopping at the second button.

"More than ok. How long have you wanted to do this?" she asked. More amusement sparkled his eyes at her second question.

"Since I saw you save my ass at Arlong Park," he admitted, enjoyed the pink that stained Nami's cheeks.

"Idiot,' she grumbled, huffing to hide how touched she was. "I'm still pissed you didn't let me know how badly hurt you were!"

His fingers tickled her breasts while he undid the buttons, one at a time. In the fashion of unwrapping a present methodically he savored pushing each button through the hole to release her large breasts and see them in the mesh top. "Are you going to charge me?" he joked.

"This one's on the house," she teased back. Zoro kicked off the sandals letting them land with a thump by the bed, and then finished unbuttoning his blue shirt off her.

"So you like my breasts?" she asked.

Zoro nodded, giving her a serious look. Nami grasped his hands and placed them on top, inviting him to feel them. With the same methodical precision, he cupped them and felt their weight softly, not groping like most men would, but giving them a gentle squeeze and stroke. Nami giggled slightly at this, both touched and amused at how he concentrated on exploring her assets. She helped him tear off the mesh to free them, and he bent down to suckle at each of them. Her fingers ran through his green hair and she sighed in pleasure.

Against her skin, she heard him mumble. "What was that?"

"My pants are tight," he whispered. "And it's your fault witch. Working your sorcery on me."

The navigator pulled a face before she felt Zoro grasp her hands, guide them to his button, and fly. Easing it open, she heard his sigh of relief and tugged them down and off his legs so he could kick them off. Immediately she saw the scars on his ankles where he had almost chopped his legs off and looked at him in reverence.

She had that hungry look that reminded him of when she looked at treasure, and it was very satisfying. Bare breasted except for the mesh skirt and panties she moved forward to sit in his lap. Zoro let her move against him. "So you wanted to take me on the altar didn't you?"

"Mmm hmm," Zoro murmured. He bucked his hips so his erection tented right under where her underwear grew moist. At this point, he wanted Nami good and wet so when he did take her, she would be ready. He would felt how tight she was inside for himself.

"Stand up," he said. Nami blinked and he shook his head. "Lean against the wall."

"What for?"

"I don't like the look of that thing on you. It's got to come off," Zoro said. "Stay still and close your eyes."

"What the…" she began, but heard the rasp of him drawing a sword. Taking a deep breath, she felt the swish of metal and then felt her confining clothes drop.

Nami opened her eyes and smiled up at him, liking how he eyed her before he clicked Wado back into its sheath. "Much better. That shit was in my way. C'mere…"

Trying not to stumble on weak legs, she came towards him and let out a gasp seeing he was removing his underpants and kicking them aside. Soft green in color, but she got a nice glimpse of him in all his glory. In awe, she traced her finger down the diagonal scar to where it ended just short of his hipbone.

Scooping her up he gave her a swat on the hiney and dropped her onto the cot. Nami smacked him on his as well, and he climbed down on top of her, kneeling between her legs. Just having his fingers toying with her was making her want to shriek so she bit her lip. Zoro reached down for something in his wallet and handed it to her. She gave him a relieved smile, knowing there would be no question about protection.

"I want you," Zoro whispered. "On top. If you feel ready to take me on."

"Can you take me on?" she asked, liking how he flipped her over so he was on the bottom. The flurry of guiding himself to her and her surprise almost undid them.

"Relax Nami, if you don't want to..." he began, but she seemed to have a look of concentration, touched by his concern about her welfare. Nami relaxed as much as she could.

"Perfect fit…" he began, and she could not resist giving him a smirk, bracing her hands on his chest. He caressed her body at the same time she moved.

A supernova of sensation engulfed them both, as they became lost in one another's pleasure. Time moved by in its own pace and they were both giddy from the shared high.

He snickered in delight. "I like you yelling my name."

"Wanna… do that again," she managed to pant as her spinning head and raging heartbeat caught up with the immense pleasure.

"Same here," Zoro murmured, rubbing her back. "I enjoyed that."

He tugged the blanket over them both. Nami had to sleep on top of him since the cot was so narrow, but she didn't mind. She shifted to get comfortable and liked how Zoro's arm wrapped around her. "Anything to drink?" he murmured.

"A few bottles. Who brought them here… unless it was Robin," she murmured, taking one and opening it up. Zoro sat up enough to take a long tug off the bottle and hand it to her to share. Smiling together in mutual satisfaction the swordsman and navigator celebrated their happiness in each other.