Category: Romantic Fluff
Characters: Nami, Trafalgar D. Water Law
Requested By: searchfortheonepiece (Tumblr)
"Eh? A birthday party, for Law?" Nami blinked in confusion as Bepo's towering yet adorably fluffy form leaned over her with his massive paws pressed together in a placating, prayer-like gesture. It had only been two months since the crew had reunited on Saobody Archipelago and taken to the new world, but in that short timeframe, Luffy and the rest of the Straw Hats had landed themselves into oodles of trouble. In the midst of all that chaos, Luffy had secured (or kidnapped) an ally in Trafalgar D. Water Law, former Warlord of the Sea and well-known ruthless and irritable "Surgeon of Death." Only the Straw Hats and his own crew knew that beneath that tough exterior was a man who felt strongly and paraded his own sense of justice that was admirable (well, most of the time). He would never admit it, but he had really taken to Luffy- enough to travel alongside the Thousand Sunny rather than splinter off to continue meandering down the Grand Line. The yellow submarine was moored to the ship by a contraption of Franky's, and so it was nothing for the crews to migrate between the two ships- such as this particular occasion, where Bepo had sought her own in her map room to beg her to help organize a surprise birthday party for his less-than-enthused captain.
"Yes! Captain has never been too enthusiastic about celebrating his birthday, but, we thought that if you guys planned it, he would be more inclined to relax and have a little bit of fun…" The Mink's tiny ears fluttered nervously atop his pure white head. Nami pushed herself away from her desk to swivel in her chair to face the anxious creature fully, tapping the end of her pencil against her lips. The Straw Hats were a partying bunch, and Law never really seemed to mind Luffy dragging him in to the festivities… He would likely interrogate his crew as to who leaked the information for a short minute, but Bepo was most likely right; it wouldn't be long before he resigned himself to Luffy's indominable will and enjoyed himself, at least a little- and also, Nami had her own motives.
To be brunt, Nami just loved teasing the hell out of Law. After all, she wasn't blind; tall, dark, brooding- he was like a gift sent from the gods. He was unlike any man she had ever met; rather than drooling at her feet and pandering for her affections, he played it completely cool, Nami's flirtatious remarks and lack-or-personal-space ammunitions bouncing right off him. He would always respond with baiting, sarcastic jibes that just had Nami's blood singing with the thrill of the chase. They had been keeping up that back and forth banter for almost two months, and almost everyone could tell that it was reaching its boiling point; they got into barking matches several times a day, leaving his smug smirk imprinted in Nami's mind. He was lounging around the deck far more often, too, and it wasn't unusual that he started the petty exchanges instead of the vixen navigator. Poor Sanji was a jealous wreck who either ran off moping or tried to drop-kick Law in the side of the head, depending on his mood at the moment. Yes, the tension between them was stretched as thin as it could be, and it would take just one itty, bitty, little thing for the wire to snap and strike fires of lust into the both of him.
Alcohol was the best way to be rid of any inhibitions or sense- and where does one find alcohol? Straw Hat parties! Bepos became nervous for an entirely different reason as a twisted, malicious smirk spread across Nami's face like blood coiling through clear water.
"Don't worry, Bepo. Leave this allllllll to me…" she cackled as a menacing aura bloomed around her head. The polar bear gulped and her door flapped wildly in his wake as he fled for the Polar Tang, likely regretting what he had just done…
Nami wished to God that she had a camera to capture the look on Law's face when the promised day came. Easing him out of the submarine was simple enough; after all, even Luffy would notice if his entire crew had been missing for an entire hour, and so little by little the Heart Pirates had slunk over to the Thousand Sunny in preparation for the glorious event. As soon as Law's feet had hit the deck, the combined pirate crew had jumped out of every unassuming crevice on the spacious deck. Law immediately went for his Nodachi, all the blood draining from his face, and his hand only halted on its hilt when he clapped eyes on Bepo's lumbering hulk. His golden irises had flickered around in his eyeballs like a desperate fly frantic for a way out of a window. Then, to Nami's great glee, all the stages of grief washed over his exhausted form before he very quietly but bashfully muttered, "There better be booze."
Booze there was; the Straw Hats weren't skimpy, after all. Still, it did little to curb Law's annoyance at the grandiosity of it all- hundreds of colorful balloons, streamers and confetti poppers that left him constantly decorated with the rainbow ribbons and sparkly confetti no matter how many times he brushed it off, a ridiculously large cake with icing letters that denoted cute little messages from his crew. He hard stared hard at it for about twenty seconds when the gleeful Shachi and Penguin had unveiled the masterpiece, taking on that moonlight pallor again before pink began to creep up from his collar. He had whirled on his feet and pulled the brim of his fluffy hat over his eyes with a gruff approval, "Thanks." Nami's keen eyes just barely spied a light smile and a single stream of tears rolling down his cheek.
Big, bad, and brooding, but not unfeeling in the slightest. If anything, he felt far deeper than anyone else, and that's what Nami adored about him…
It didn't take long for everyone to get good and sloshed- well, mostly everybody. Zoro could drink entire towns dry and barely even develop a buzz, and Nami was on a mission, so she restrained herself. That wasn't saying much at all, considering she had her own hell of an alcohol tolerance (and, hey, liver cirrhosis was a pretty wimpy way to go). So, after drinking Shachi, Penguin, and even the mighty Ikkaku under the table in quick succession, Nami felt that familiar pleasurable hum in her nerves and confident haze in her mind; thus, she sat out to find her prey, leaving the three of them drooling and groaning on the grassy lawn of the ship in her tempestuous wake.
Law would always sit and drink with Luffy and the others for a while before his social meter would plummet and he would slink off for some solitude. However, there was never much variation on his part; there were only three places he ever snuck off to, the crow's nest, the viewing deck at the bottom of the ship, or the small area containing Nami's tangerine grove. The latter was his most common haunt and the closest, so the redhead checked there first. Luckily for her heel-clad feet, her intuition had been correct.
"Normally, Nami-ya, when a man sneaks off alone, he doesn't want to be bothered." His gruff greeting was belied by that audacious, teasing smirk that always managed to have her spin shivering some kind of good way. He was sitting on the small bench perpendicular to her aromatic mini-orchard of citrus plants, and surely the gods were having a time tempting her tonight, because he looked absolutely beautiful in the moonlight. His dark hair seemed to shine like obsidian as the rays caught on it, and his golden eyes glittered like melted gold beneath unreasonably thick lashes. The chiseled, exposed muscles of his chest and abdomen looked like they were hewn from pure sandstone, and Nami's eyes involuntarily traced the swirling heart patterns, so desperately wishing that it were her hands in their place. Soon enough… Nami smirked prettily and downed the last of her beer before tossing the bottle lazily aside, to give her some liquid courage. She was about to attempt to seduce the Surgeon of Death, after all, and though she was 98% sure he was interested, that 2% still presented a pretty dangerous gamble.
"The fact that you haven't Roomed me away yet implies that you don't mind being bothered," she countered with a girlish, airy chuckle. His eyebrows quirked as if to say, "Oh, we're starting already?" Nami made sure to put a little extra sway in the sashay of her hips as she walked over to sit on the bench beside him, much closer than societal norms dictated; she was very aware of his piercing eyes trailing her movements all the while and coming to rest on her smirking face as she looked up at him.
"You've caught me. I'd be a fool to send away such gorgeous company," he grinned into his hand as he rested his chin into it; he was facing straight ahead, but those mesmerizing irises fixated on her through the corners of his eyes. "If I am to believes, this ridiculous party was all your doing?"
"Aye, sir. 'Twas all my doing," she purred and crossed her legs, the slit in her dress falling in just the right way to expose the silky skin of her upper thigh. Law's gaze flickered down to behold it for just a moment before snapping back up to meet her lidded brown ones once more- the eyes that were silently challenging, "What're you gonna do about it?" "Come now, don't give me that look," she tutted as a disapproving expression formed on his features. "To be fair, I only did it because Bepo asked. Your crew- and ours- just wanted you to have a good time." He stared at her a second before the corner of his mouth began to creep up his face again.
"That so?" God, he had such a sultry voice. It made Nami weak in the knees just hearing it, regardless of if what he was saying was suggestive or not. "I don't think so, Nami-ya." He brought his face close, nose dancing right in front of hers and breath fanning her lips to deliver the faint hint of alcohol. "I think you had your own motives in all this."
"What? Motives? Me?" she feigned innocence, hand flying to her heart in a false display of coy shock.
"Mhmm. I think you were looking for an opportunity to corner a certain pirate captain by your beloved tangerine trees." Nami bit down slightly on her bottom lip at the so thinly veiled accusation, and Law's attentive eyes didn't miss the wiggle of her hips and the rubbing of her legs together.
"Oh? It sounds to me like a certain pirate captain was wishing to be cornered…" came her playful reply.
"Cutting to the chase tonight, are we, Nami-ya? Fine, then. Two can play that game." Nami yelped as the man suddenly leaped at her, bowling her over on the bench such that she was flat on her back. Her bright tangerine hair spilled about her like a halo, and Law's fingers slipped into the strands as one hand rested beside her head. The other had a firm but not painful grip at her waist, caging her in as he hovered above her like a tiger about to devour his prey. Admittedly, it was a little uncomfortable with the way her legs were situated; her hip was turned at a dramatic angle as both of them hung off the side of the bench, and she momentarily entertained the idea that she would much prefer them be wrapped around Law's slender waist. Still, Nami's mind did not amuse many thoughts, because her mind was fogged by the devastatingly handsome man pinning her to the wooden structure. His chest was just barely pressing against hers, but enough for him to feel every heaving breath she was sucking in- the action, though small, had sent a jolt of adrenaline blasting through her veins, literally stealing her breath away. The hand holding her hip suddenly rose to trace a light path over her cheekbone and down her jawline. Nami's eyes did not miss the nervousness clouding his golden eyes, the faint hint of concern that what he had just done had stepped over the line, and so she alleviated those hesitations by taking his hand to press kitten kisses over his fingertips. The approving groan that rumbled in his chest signaled the departure of any inhibitions he had about proceeding.
"I didn't think I was the one who was going to get cornered," she snickered while looking up at him with a slight tilt of her neck. Jesus, that cocky smirk of his was going to be her undoing.
"You should know me well enough by now to know that I can turn the tables any time I choose." The way his chest shook against hers in a deep rumbling chuckle left her even shorter of breath; if he kept this up, he was going to have to shove an oxygen mask on her face. Nami merely swallowed, waiting for whatever move he was going to make; but, he didn't make one. He merely lay there, hovering over her with golden eyes like the brilliant sun itself, beholding her like she was the figure of divinity when he was the one framed in the ethereal moonlight. The way his eyes wandered her, over her curling tresses of sunny orange hair, the smooth lightly tanned skin of her body, the pools of her chestnut-brown irises- the adoration and desire was unmistakable in those seraphic eyes of Trafalgar Law. Nami knew in that moment that his one and only wish was to cherish and worship her in sublime awe, in just the way she had been so sorely wanting. A man paraded for his unfeeling callous bloodthirstiness, regarding Nami as if she were the most beautiful angel sent from Heaven itself.
It was a reaction most unexpected that had Nami panting from the sheer radiance of it all. "Nami-ya…" the way he crooned her name automatically had her eyes fluttering up to meet his. "You haven't given me a birthday present yet. Quite rude, especially for a party host."
"And what does the great Trafalgar Law ask of little ol' me?"
"A kiss," he answered without missing a beat. Despite her fully knowing the answer that was going to come from his stupidly sexy smirking mouth, the instantaneous response sent a heat wave pulsing across her cheeks. Nami was not one to be bested in the art of teasing, however, and thus she put a finger to her pursed lips as she pretended mulling it over. She saw Law's eyes visibly darken at her provocative coquettishness. He brown eyes shifted to the canvas of night stunningly displayed behind him as she mocked consideration, before they flickered back to him with a small mewl of consent.
"As you wish, but just one," she said while holding up her finger. Law once more sprung at her with breath-steeling speed, his hand grabbing her raised wrist to trap it beside her head while his mouth swept over hers like a wave crashing upon a rocky shore. Nami's eyes fluttered shut as his impossibly soft lips melded over hers like they were simply made for each other. With a deep hunger and need, he ground his mouth against hers with enough force and fury to leave them bruised and aching. Nami's lips parted, desperate for a deeper, more sensual kiss, and his tongue eagerly complied to dive into her mouth and tangle with her own. Nami's head began swimming from both a lack of oxygen and the intoxicating taste of him, supplemented by the sharp tang of the alcohol he had been consuming. It was just one kiss, but Law sure used the hell out of it; by the time he finally released her, she was near respiratory arrest, her lips sore and achy but still wishing for more attention. When she finally regained her sassy wits, she huffed with a winded smile, "Happy birthday. Same time next year?"
"You are an impossibly irritating woman." It would be an insult under normal circumstances, but the unmistakable amusement in his tone made Nami grin. She languidly circled her arms around his neck and pushed her fingers into those midnight threads of hair to curl them around her fingertips absentmindedly.
"Now, now, Law… If you'd asked nicely, I would've given you another one." Her eyes glittered like the glimmering stars above as she eyed him invitingly. His hand had still been holding her wrist the entire time, and it finally loosened its grip to run down her forearm to unabashedly cup one of her breasts. He didn't ask, because he didn't need to; with another snorting chuckle, his mouth melted over hers once more, softly and gently this time. Nami arched into him at his sweet caresses, eyes closing as her poor abused lungs began to weep at successive loss of oxygen…
Nami had never been so absolutely breathless, and this man before her had made off with it so very easily. She smiled into the kiss as sparks began to dance along her body, and she giddily wondered if she would survive the night without needing an oxygen mask… Good thing Law was a doctor.