Prompt: Annoyance
Disclaimer: Eichiro Oda created One Piece, not me, and it is owned by Shonen Jump, not me. I make no money for the writing of this fanfiction.
A/N: This is for the 100 Themes Challenge at Orange and Green -Nami/Zoro Fan Community at Google Plus. Thanks for all of your encouragement everyone!
Bands of pink and red stretched across the sky. She looked up at the swordsman, and checked his eyes with the light again. Their clothes were still a bit damp so they were sitting together drifting on the sea. Nami had set up the solar still, and collected the rainwater into a canteen.
"I can't see, witch," Zoro grumbled.
"You big baby," Nami snorted, straddling him. "At least your pupil dilation's normal…"
"If we hadn't lost the oars I could fucking paddle," mumbled Zoro. "Not that it would help much but..."
He trailed off and then glanced to the far horizon. Soon the evening stars would be out. Both paddles had been lost and they had to improvise a sail from the tarp. She clicked off the flashlight to save the battery, and then checked the swordsman's bandages.
"Brrr..." she mumbled. Zoro grabbed a blanket with one hand and pulled it up over himself and Nami. Shifting a bit he murmured, "I can think of a good way to generate some heat..."
"In the middle of the ocean, you're serious?" the navigator yelped, feeling him run a hand over her hip.
"Why not? You are cold," Zoro murmured softly. From the look in his dark ony eye, she could see there was another reason for this. That fractured wrist was weirding him out. If there was something the swordsman hated it was feeling as if he had failed.
"Stop that," scolded the navigator.
"Stop what?" Zoro asked, frowning as she moved back and handed him his boxers.
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself... a broken wrist is..." began Nami.
"Nami, you don't know what you're talking about,' Zoro said with a frown as he moved back a bit. He slipped his boxer shorts on again, since they were at least dry. That put distance between them to regain modesty however slight it was, typical for the stoic swordsman.
"Can't you look at it as an obstacle to overcome?" Nami asked, poking him in the chest. "You fight with a sword in your mouth so how come this would be different?"
"Because I may not be able to protect you?" Zoro asked growling at her. "Even though I know you can fight and fight well, we don't know what's on this island or how soon we can get to it!"
"Then maybe I'll protect YOUR ASS?" Nami shouted back, glaring at him.
"And what if this broken wrist gets you killed? THEN WHAT?" Zoro snapped. Fuming, she spun around and shifted to the middle of the raft. Irritated she huffed and checked over the stores. Why did he have to be such a jerk and so stubborn?
"Shit," Zoro mumbled, glaring at his wrapped wrist. He stubbornly folded his arms over his chest and glared out at the water. Worse yet, in such a tiny raft, there was nowhere they could go except to keep stony silence.
Huffing, Nami started to draw on a pad of paper. Zoro tossed the blanket over her shoulders but she shrugged it off.
"Nami, look, you may as well..."
"I don't need it!" Nami huffed.
"Nami, look... would you at least turn around and look at me?" Zoro sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Having her not speak to him was worse than he thought.
"Got nothing to say," she grumbled, ignoring him.
"Fine. BE that way," Zoro grunted, gripping one of his swords by his teeth, and drawing it out of its sheath so he could continue to inspect it one handed. For a time the straw hats remained grimly silent, absorbed in their tasks.
"Stubborn ass," Nami muttered back.
"Not as stubborn as your skinny ass," Zoro countered.
"You are going to regret that!" Nami snarled.
"Regret what, witch?" Zoro asked. Maybe if she blew up they could break that tense silence.
"Saying my ass is skinny," Nami snapped, suddenly tackling him in the boat. Zoro wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her wrist in his before he claimed her lips. Angrily Nami thrust her tongue into his mouth and his bandaged hand clutched her to his body. Pressing their lower bodies together, he drank in her scent, and her taste like a lifeline. Wrapping her leg around his, Nami whimpered in the kiss. "Ahhh..."
"Nami..." he trailed off, shifting so she was under him. With his body, he blocked the cool wind of the late evening. Nami reached down but Zoro pulled away, and shook his head. Using his teeth, he nipped at her bikini ties. He moved back holding himself up on his good wrist, and tugged at the bottoms with his teeth and tongue, pulling the knots free. Tugging at his boxers, she dragged them down and off his body so no barriers existed between them and intimacy was restored both emotionally and physically.
"Zoro..." gasped Nami, eyes half lidded. His breath fanned her as she turned her neck to the side and sat up a bit. He then tugged at the ties of her top, and it fell aside, so she wore only a look of desire apart from her gold earrings, bracelet, and log pose.
Nami panted, feeling his hot breath fanning her breasts, and his green head of hair descended to bob up and down between her legs. Soon she wrapped her arms around his head as he suckled at her and alternatively moved his good hand into her center. Her world exploded into thousands of broken shards as she felt herself release.
Perhaps the 1000 Sunny could hear them, both of them hoped. If not, the sound of the seagulls and the roaring waves echoed what commenced between them. Two lovers finding comfort in one another for the possible battle to come.