One Piece
Make a Wish (Let it Come True)
WARNING: This is an interruption to the Christmas Themes for Nami's birthday! Thank you.
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro X Nami
Theme: #39 - Dreams
Rating: T (sexy playfulness!)
Timeline: Post-Time Skip
She couldn't help it – it was nearly impossible to stop laughing!
There was indeed a growl in response, and when it reverberated against her trim waist, Nami's self-control popped and out came her giggles like the foam on an impatiently corked bottle of champagne. "Na—mmph." Was the scolding way in which her lover said her name, considering his lips were planted along the curve of her hip. Underneath his ticklish torture did she twitch, squirm and writhe, and unsurprisingly her response was not met with overall positivity by the very man who was forcing his fiendish ways onto her sensitive body.
"H-Hey, you're the one ti—aha…t-tickling me—ha ha!"
"All right, forget this." Grumbled the sullen swordsman as he lifted his head. His disappointment was etched into what was meant to be a disgruntled frown, and yet only the stomping motion he made in order to stand upright on the lawn deck of the Thousand Sunny indicated any sort of aggression towards her; the redheaded woman who did her best not to ogle his bare-chested appearance was also struggling to demonstrate her true awareness of their sudden impasse. Greedily did she reach for his strong hand that had been toying with the bows of her red bikini bottoms in the hopes that she could drag him back into her mischievous clutches.
Under the lip of that darling sports cap that he seemingly adored, the Roronoa Zoro showed her the cutest pout that he could most likely muster, and she dared to admit only to herself that it rivaled her best attempts!
Nami wiggled her bottom off to one side of her lawn chair and did her best to force the wall of muscle that was her lover to join her. "That's not an insult, you know," she tried to defend her natural reactions to his surprisingly delicate touch. "If I am responding to you with a smile on my face, that is definitely a good thing."
"Tch." Answered the first mate of the Mugiwara nakama, the shade of his cap making it a challenge for Nami to determine if the heat in his cheeks was relative to the weather, or rather, if it was a positive response of her own design. His head was turned away from her as he abided to her inclinations and bent one leg to rest on the angled portion of her chair.
"Oi, oi! What's with that attitude!?" Griped the unimpressed woman. In a matter of seconds, she had gone from being pampered by such an intimate touch, to being brushed off by the angry aura of the very man she had deemed worthy of providing her with such affection! It was all she could do not to pinch his ear and force him to acknowledge her with more than a detached huff!
Strangely, she wasn't interested in arguing with him today – there was a much better use for their mouths that Nami could think of.
While fantasizing about such a delectable notion, she bypassed the time in which it took the otherwise collected swordsman to concoct an appropriate reply. When he did turn to face her, there was an indisputable sulking tone as he vaguely explained, "I wasn't trying to tickle you." He tried to harden his voice just as he had his stare, but all his sour mood managed to do was emphasize that blush Nami had had her eye on.
An openly fiendish grin appeared on her face as she leaned in close to him. Her well-endowed breasts pressed against his arm when she wrapped herself around it. The vibrancy of the red of her bikini stood out against her creamy complexion, and yet it also managed to compliment Zoro's darkened skin tone, putting those dull white-and-black swim trunks of his to shame. Her nose was directly before his when she whispered for his ears only, "I never said I didn't like being tickled."
Unbeknownst to her then, in that hopeful moment of appeasement, Nami had invited the devious side of Roronoa Zoro out to play now, too.
His smirk actually managed to dispel her own. The sight of such a grin shocked her, riled her, made her desire him in a way that she knew was dangerous. A warning of some kind went off in her mind – a chill ran down her spine, a cold ocean breeze mocking the fever that caused her to become quite flushed in the blink of an eye – but her pride won over instincts and refused to allow her to retreat. Even as he began to tower over her and guide her body back onto her lawn chair, even when he utilized his honed core strength to twist his body so that he was essentially straddling her in place, even though she was forced to release him from her hold as she seemingly falling victim to his inescapable advancement! Nami's shoulders were straight and her chin was raised, ready to challenge whatever power play her swordsman dared to—
Zoro took advantage of her defenceless neck and dove into its crook. With both hands planted on the arm rests, his knees firmly stationed on either side of her thin body, there was nothing she could do but accept her fate when those demonic, imposing, firm lips of his…
Began tickling the column of her neck too.
Now her shoulders began to shuffle, and she nearly knocked him sharply in the nose!
"Na-MI!" Oh how she wanted him to shout her name in that rugged way!
"I-I'm sorry! I don't know what's wrong with me! I-I—ha ha ha!"
"That's it – roll over."
The command – random, completely unexpected as it was – caused Nami's otherwise bright brown eyes to widen further. Leering down at her was the uncompromising first mate as he drew away from her neck like a predator planning his next plan of attack. It was threatening, and simultaneously, it was endearing that he would try so hard to play with his prey when they were having such a naughty time on the lawn deck, of all places! The lazy way in which he normally spoke was either very unimportant or incredibly enticing – his demand that she roll onto her stomach while he was perched above her was definitely an example of the latter categorization! What a proactive lover he turned out to be.
Even so, Nami refused to be ordered around by the likes of her lover. "What?"
A simple bob of his head was meant to be a visual cue to further explain his impolite request. "Roll over."
"Don't command me like a dog!" Losing some of her seductive cool, Nami reached up and smacked his chest… His strong, wide, rippling chest.
So entranced was she that she nearly missed it when he countered, "Don't bark at me, then."
Another teasing brush of wind whipped against them as the navigator let her nails land on his collar bone, just before she began to mark trails of elevation over his pectorals. Zoro's jaw ticked, however, he did his damnedest to preserve his charge over her. The baby blue tone to the polish she wore seemed to glow along with the small beads of sweat that were pooling over his body, and Nami failed to come up with a response that kept the pace of their lover's spat.
Her distraction was thwarted when she felt his words rumble beneath his strapping chest as he ground out, "Enough fooling around already!"
For a reason she could not properly comprehend, Nami knew exactly what Zoro meant when he shouted those words at her. So transfixed by the opportunity to appreciate that hardworking form of his up close, in such a personal way, she had nearly forgotten that she was enjoying the feeling of him feasting on her. She knew rolling onto her stomach meant that she was most definitely at the mercy of whatever cruel intentions her lover intended to exact over her…
Smirking once again, Nami made sure to take her time turning herself over on the lawn chair. Whether it was to make him suffer for his dog-like comparisons, or to simply tease him with the view of her lovely figure – regardless, she made sure to take her time. It may have also been a poor attempt at holding onto any form of control she may have had before willingly submitting to the man once referred to as a demon hunter. In her experience, he could be a demon when he wanted to be…and she hoped that she could enjoy that side of him very soon.
"Nami."
"Mm?"
"Nami!"
"What?"
"N-Nami!"
"WHAT!?"
It felt as if she had been tossed from one island to the next, like riding an express version of the trip Kuma had sent her on to Weatheria! One moment, she was enjoying the tenderness that was Zoro's attempt at loving her, and the next, she was on her back once again and was partially buried under short sleeved shirt…? Confused, frantic, she tore back the strange blockade from her eyes just in time to witness the very man who had been on top of her moments ago acting as if he was much too shy to ever desire experiencing her body as intimately as they had both hoped—
Hoped…desired…dreamed of…
Had she been dreaming about sleeping with Zoro in her lawn chair!?
"W-What just—"
"J-Just put that on already!" Ordered the seemingly flustered swordsman as he took yet another step back, spinning around and looking in any direction that wasn't at the navigator who had been fantasizing about him being very much closer.
"W-What… Why?" Still disoriented and unwilling to accept the reality of her situation for as long as she could possibly postpone it, Nami looked down at the shirt that had been so rudely thrown at her and slowly but surely realized why the courtesy of the action was irrelevant.
Her bikini top wasn't on her body!
It was then – in that blatant moment of potential indecency – that she began to connect the dots as to what had just happened to her: after undoing her top to sunbathe, she must have dozed off and enjoyed herself a steamy dream about none other than Roronoa Zoro! At some point, she must have rolled over and—
Rolled over, just as she had in her dream, only in the opposite direction!
She had passed out while laying on her stomach, but the action must have been reversed! When she had been playing to roll over for him in that naughty illusion she had concocted, her body in the real world must have begun to turn over in order to rest on her back. As considerate as that was for her tan, it would have been a possible disaster if her flashing Zoro did anything to hamper their relationship…
Unless it somehow managed to make your dream into a reality, the naturally witchy portion of her mind couldn't help but pipe up to theorize.
Nevertheless, no matter her hopes and dreams, she needed to dress herself to preserve the peace momentarily. "Did you see anything?" She asked defensively while slipping her arms through the sleeves. Feeling very adventurous – and very warm on such a sunny day – she decided to simply tie the ends of the gifted shirt under her bust and left the buttons unfastened.
Instead, Zoro's mouth was tightly clasped as he refused to answer her immediately. Nami had half a mind to ask him if he had either been so impressed that he was speechless, or if he was suffering from sun stroke after becoming so shy. Sadly, he beat her to continuing the conversation as he grumbled in that way that she suddenly fancied and declared, "Your birthday dinner is ready." Then, he stomped up the stairs to the kitchen in his flip flops, trying to somehow appear firm while wearing such flimsy footwear.
It had taken her a while to remember that she had been sunbathing before dreaming, and it took a reminder from the bashful swordsman to remember that it was in fact her birthday! She quickly glanced around all elevations of the Thousand Sunny and even glanced up the ladder of the Crow's Nest to guarantee that no one else had had the opportunity to see her naked state…and she was pleased to see an otherwise deserted ship. Apparently, she was to arrive fashionably late to her own dinner celebration while dressed like quite a slob…
Her surveying glance caught sight of Zoro's back as he opened the door to the kitchen and announced that she would be along shortly. In the blink of an eye, he was gone – sealed into the dining room with everyone else in the crew. That did not keep him safe from the curiosity of her mind, though, and how she couldn't help but compare the Zoro who had come to collect her for her birthday dinner and the Zoro that was her confident, competent lover in her dream.
Impatient as she was curious, Nami softly dragged a few of her fingertips along the skin of her hip, stroking up and down the rounded edge of her side. Goosebumps began to rise but she wasn't at all as ticklish as her dream had made her out to be… What on Earth had her dream been trying to tell her? She was much more put out by the fact that her uncharacteristic squirmish state kept the two of them for doing anything truly sensual, than she was by the mere fact that she had dreamt about Roronoa Zoro trying to seduce her by pinning her to her chair – the very one she was sitting on!
Just as she was about to glance down at the setting for her dream, her captain's voice called from inside the kitchen, unable to be stopped by the structure that enclosed him, "Naaamiii! Come on already! It's dinner time!"
Unsurprisingly, Sanji's reprimanding was quick to follow, "Oi! Don't you dare tell Nami-san what to do on her birthday! We will wait for her as long as it takes!"
All she could do was sigh with a reluctant smile as she lifted herself from her seat and carry herself up the stairs. Nami felt the sea breeze rush passed her – just as it had in her dream – while she made her way toward the kitchen, and her hair whipped around her body in a frenzy. In fact, the ends of her orange strands swept passed the middle of her back and it almost…felt as if…it was…tickling her…
"But there's so much food to eat! There's all this meat and other stuff, and then there's her birthday cake! Hurry up, Nami! I can't just sit here and stare at it anymore!" Luffy whined while being completely unaware of the volume of his voice the entire time.
However, outside of the kitchen, it was as if a sudden realization had dawned on Nami just before she reached for the knob of the kitchen door. It was her birthday, wasn't it? She was allowed to treat herself too, wasn't she? If she wanted to dream about Zoro pursuing her, teasing her, pleasing her through his own volition, why shouldn't she!? If she enjoyed the frivolity of her dream, who was to tell her she couldn't!? It wasn't as if she was going to suddenly jump him and demand that he replicate her fantasy then and there! It was her day, but she couldn't get everything she wanted! That would be too much, even by her standards, wouldn't it!?
However, just then, Nami found herself smiling as she thought of a compromise between herself and the reality she had awoken to. After all, it was indeed her special day – the one day a year that was hers, meant to honour her very existence – and she thought of something quite clever that pacified her sudden yearning for the swordsman who was one of the people awaiting her arrival in order to celebrate.
'Oh, I know exactly what it is I am wishing for when I blow out my candles this year. And to think, it won't cost me a thing!'
Author's Notes:
ZONAMI WEEK 2016!
Themes have been decided! Here is the list, for anyone hoping to participate:
July 11th / Day 1: Jealousy / Friendship & Family
July 12th / Day 2: Alcohol / Tangerines (Oranges/Mikan)
July 13th / Day 3: Tiger & Cat / Orange & Green
July 14th / Day 4: Scar / First Meeting After 3D2Y
July 15th / Day 5: Cash Only / Join me at the Casino
July 16th / Day 6: Map / Road Trip
July 17th / Day 7: Jungle / Tiger VS Dragon
* July 18th / BONUS DAY: Feudal Era Rainy Day *
Choose one theme, or combine the two themes for the day! Whichever you prefer!
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