Title: Friday Night Tease
Theme: #22- Zombies
Claim: SanjixNami
Words: 664
Rating: T, pushing on M
Warnings: Some mature content, language, AU setting. Sanji and Nami are both college students, Sanji working part time. Usopp is still in high school.
Disclaimer(s): I don't own One Piece.

"Aieeee!"

Sanji cringed when Nami and Usopp latched onto both of his arms and hid against his shoulders. He wasn't entirely sure why he had been sandwiched between them, as Usopp acted like one of Nami's "girlfriends" half the time. But he didn't really want to think about it, too distracted by the gory zombie feast on his television screen.

The three of them started this sort of movie tradition a few weeks ago. Sanji always had Friday nights off, and Nami was always hoping to spend a little quality time with him outside of college. Usopp had Friday nights off as well, hoping to spend one night without homework and with someone he could have a good time with. Why push it off until Saturday?

Of course, Sanji would have loved to just spend time with Nami instead of having Usopp tag along. He was fond of the kid, but Usopp often got in the way of Sanji's advances. There were things he wanted to do with Nami, things better done when long nosed teenagers weren't around.

He felt the grip on his arms loosen up a bit as the story shifted to a less detailed and gory part. "If you two don't mind, I think I'll go grab some refreshments," he said, prying their arms off and standing to walk towards the kitchen. "Nami-swan, would you like to accompany me?"

"No, don't leave me here alone!" Usopp cried out, grabbing Nami's arm when she tried to move. "What if a zombie shows up and tries to eat me?"

"Usopp, seriously? How old are you?" Sanji asked. "I need Nami's help. I think you can survive a couple minutes without us."

The dark haired teenager looked between Sanji and Nami, the girl looking back with a sympathetic and pleading smile, before he sighed and let her go. "Alright. But come right back! If there are zombies on the screen, I'm coming after you!" he pouted.

"Che, alright," Sanji mumbled, walking ahead of Nami into the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder to ensure Usopp wasn't following, happy to find the younger huddled on the couch with his knees pulled to his chest.

"What do you need help with, Sanji-kun?" Nami asked when they entered the kitchen.

Sanji grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up to a counter, moving close and watching for any sign of resistance before pressing their lips together. Nami laughed, her arms circling his shoulders as she leaned into the kiss. His hands moved and down her sides, inching closer to her back with every move.

"Is this what you were wanting?" Nami asked as they separated, connected by a thin line of saliva attached to their lips.

He didn't respond with words, leaning in again and sealing their lips together while his hand moved under her shirt and slowly inched up her skin. "Next week, Usopp's not coming," he whispered against her lips.

"Agreed," Nami breathed back, throwing her head back as his hand touched her bra and started to pull the clasps apart. "We have to come up with an excuse."

"Later," Sanji said, dipping down to kiss her neck.

They were so wrapped up in their actions, Nami's legs around Sanji's waist and hands moving between his shoulders and the nape of his neck, that they forgot to watch for time. They paid no attention to the outside world until they heard Usopp, who had somehow materialized just inside the kitchen doorway. "Hey, wait a second, you never have- AH! WH-WHAT THE HELL?"

Nami watched as Sanji growled and let her go in favor if kicking his foot towards the younger man. "Damn it, Usopp!"

"Hey, I thought you were getting snacks!"

"At least warn us-"

"I DID! I asked you from the couch what was taking so long!"

Her shoulders slumped, Nami smacked her palm to her forehead and jumped off the counter, walking past the boys towards the bathroom to adjust her bra.