Category: Romantic Fluff

Characters: Trafalgar Law, Nami

Requested By: Anonymous User

"Nami!"

The redhead rose from her position of leaning over to prune the bottom branches of her tangerine trees as Chopper's squeaky voice floated up the steps. He was huffing and puffing a little when he finally mounted the final stair, and so he took a moment to regain his breath; Nami patiently waited for the winded reindeer to recover, snipping a few obvious errant leaves she had missed. "Ahem," Chopper coughed finally before giving her an inquisitive look. "Have you seen Law around anywhere?"

"As a matter of fact, I haven't. Lemme guess- the Surgeon of Death isn't keen on showing up for his doctor's appointment?" she sneered. The crew had finally reunited on Zou and were taking a few days to plan their next move, so Chopper had ordered each and every crew member to report for a regular check-up or assessment of the wounds they obtained in Dressrosa- whichever was applicable. Nami had reported for hers earlier that morning, preferring to attend to that issue before going about her early-morning routine of tending to her citrus plants. She had spied Chopper's schedule and taken note that one Trafalgar Law was next in line for assessment but telling from the concerned expression on their doctor's furry face, he was a no-show.

"I've searched the ship top-to-bottom but can't find him anywhere!" the blue-nosed animal pouted. A few more dark green clippings piled up around Nami's feet as she methodically trimmed away the last of the most obvious branches, then she scooped them up to toss them into the compost bin near her grove. She then set the shears aside to walk over to Chopper and pat him atop the head.

"Don't worry! Why don't you just proceed with your next patient, and I'll take care of Law for you." His beady eyes widened with reluctance. He uttered a few unsure remarks whilst tapping his little hooves together with nervous clack-clack-clacks, but Nami shushed him and spun him around to send him plunking back down the steps. "I'll come get you if I find anything I feel like needs an expert opinion!" she called down after him. At the base of the staircase, Chopper turned around to blush bashfully up at her.

"Ah, there's no need to flatter me like that, bastard!" he giggled in false humbleness, but the stupid grin cheesing across his face was plenty evidence that her compliment overjoyed him. Nami watched the reindeer trounce back to his small office to see to the next patient on the list. After a moment of critically eyeing the door to ensure it would not open again for some time, she languidly turned on her heels to lean against the balustrade.

"The fee for hiding your lanky ass will be a hundred thousand Berries," she tutted and inspected her fingernails disparagingly. She clucked her tongue and began digging out a few specks of dirt from beneath the neat white crescent moons of her manicure, while the tangerine trees began to rattle wildly next to her. Law stepped out from within the grove to glower unapprovingly at her smirking form. As he began brushing discarded, half-dead tangerine leaves from his long coat, she eyed him with an incendiary smile. "Why're you hiding from Chopper, anyway? He's only looking out for you, you know." Law glanced at her with disdain, keeping his golden eyes locked on her curious and daring brown ones as he plucked a crumpled leaf from his shoulder and flicked it away.

"I don't need a check-up. I'm also a doctor. I am fully capable of assessing my own health and injuries." His gaze dropped back down to his clothes to ensure that he had indeed removed all clinging citrus leaves from his coat, then rolled at Nami's insistent smirk. "If Raccoon-ya asks, I'm in perfect health," he asserted as he strolled past her. Nami let out a quick, "ah, ah, ah," under her breath and stepped behind him to daintily pull a leaf he had missed from just under his shoulder blade. His golden eyes watched her with a mixture of disdain and interest as she propped her elbow on his shoulder and spun the emerald-grin leaf in front of his face, the tip just barely brushing his lip every now and again. It was a suggestive move if there ever was one, and Nami meant every implication.

She'd been interested in Law ever since Sabaody; there was just something so electric about him that she couldn't help but be. She had assumed that's all it would ever be, simply a passing fancy, but lo and behold he turned up again to party with the Straw Hats for a while. Nami had immediately begun testing her feminine wiles on him, and it had been much to her glee that he had returned the favor with calculated snark and unspoken interest. They had been playing that cat-and-mouse game for quite some time now, and the navigator thought it high time to take it up a notch. She chuckled airily as his golden irises watched her slowly twist and turn the leaf in her prim fingers. "Do you have something you want to say, Nami-ya?" A low, sensual purr just barely containing a hint of invitation; it sent pleasurable shivers propagating up and down her spinal cord.

"You know I could never lie to sweet little gullible Chopper," she crooned and flicked the leaf aside. She rested the flat of her hand on his broad shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes at him demurely. "So, take a seat!" He released a surprised grunt when she gripped him hard by the shoulders to spin him around and all but shove him over to the small wooden bench situated next to her tangerine grove. He stumbled over his long legs but managed to catch himself on the bench's arm, and she laughed as he shot her a censorious glare over his shoulder.

"Your bedside manner leaves much to be desired, Nami-ya," he tutted. She pouted at his slightly angry look, thinking for a moment that he wasn't in the mood to play with her that morning, but her lips gradually curled up into a satisfied smile when he obediently plopped down on the bench. Arms spread over the back, legs stretched out, and eyes glittering with wild novelty, he gave her a devilish smirk that practically screamed "What are you waiting for?" Her eyebrow quirked when his index finger curled in an inviting motion. "Well? You're a pretty shitty nurse so far. Sounds like Raccoon-ya needs to put out an ad," he teased with a chortle.

"Can't do much in the way of nursing if you don't take your shirt off, Law," she simpered in fake hurt. If the smirk he was wearing before was devilish, the one he gave her at that comment would have giving Satan a run for his money. His golden, burning eyes remained locked on her as he slowly, almost painfully so, shrugged out of his dark coat. It puddled to the wooden deck behind the bench and Nami couldn't help but bite down on her lip at the godly body that greeted her. Even with the lingering bandages wrapped around his torso and her considerable distance, she could identify every rugged contour of his muscles. Her fingers tingled with the desperate need to rake her nails down his washboard abs and maybe leave a couple more scratches behind; like he'd read her mind, Law grinned sardonically and Roomed a package of bandages into his hand. He waved them with another inviting curl of his finger.

"Why don't you be a dear and change my bandages for me?"

"With pleasure," she grinned and wasted no time in sashaying over to him. He kept his gaze locked on her, like he was thoroughly enjoying her changes in expression, as she daintily plucked the package of bandages from his upturned hand. It lazily flopped back down to his side, but he made sure to brush against her hip on the way down. The fleeting tongue made her body jolt expectantly, and she flushed pink at his satisfied chortle. Dammit; I can't let him fluster me! Be saucy! She commanded herself, focusing her rising nervous energy into ripping the plastic off the bandages. Recovering from the momentary lapse in her flirtatious persona, she gave him a saccharine-sweet smile before reaching out and unfastening the clip that held his bandages in place. They immediately loosened upon the release of tension, and Nami couldn't help but gulp a little as they fell away to reveal the wicked lacerations contained beneath.

They had been healing for days now and showed evidence of such, crusted blood and curing flesh, but they were still ghastly to behold. The circular wound ringing his right arm particularly disturbed her; it was painfully obvious his arm had been lopped off entirely and he had used his abilities to crudely reattach it. The corded muscle of his bicep was still peeking out of the scabbing epithelium and stitching, pink and oozing fluid as his body worked to repair the trauma. In a moment of concern and even a little morbid fascination, she timidly reached out to run her fingertips ever-so-softly over the marred skin.

"Oi. Don't go soft on me now, Nami-ya." He said "don't go soft," but his voice couldn't be described as anything but. He was looking down at her with a tiny smile on his face, one with a cruel hint of sadness. "Let it alone. You don't need to pity me. I got myself into that mess, and these are merely the price of getting myself out of it." Nami stared at him a moment, then wordlessly nodded; she wrapped a fresh bandage around his arm and gently secured it with a fastener. Even with the wound now concealed beneath the fresh white cloth, the image of the ghastly mutilation still burned within her mind. With a determined grunt, she slapped her cheeks a few times to refocus her attention to the matter at hand.

Blood-soaked, soiled bandages piled up on the bench beside him as Nami gently pried them off his body and set them aside. He procured a rag for her, which she wet with some water from her nearby watering can and cleaned off the grime and gunk with his chest as painlessly as she could. The encounter had started off as something flirtatious, but her mind was far from any deviousness upon seeing first-hand how injured Law really had been. Her change in attitude had muted him, and his stone-faced gaze yielded no insight into how he felt about it; he only grunted occasionally when the rag scraped over a particularly tender gash. Every time she would meekly mutter an apology and he would just look at her, something unknown burning in the depths of his golden irises.

She began winding the bandages around his chest. Every time she had to reach behind his back to bring them around, she had to lean close to his chest. Close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his tattooed, tan skin, close enough that when he breathed his chest brushed against her bust, close enough that she even imagined she could hear his slightly fast heartbeat. She chewed continuously on her bottom lip as she methodically recreated the bindings around his torso. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she applied a new fastener and she was finished. Mutely, she stared at the white canvas of wrappings, still haunted by the wounds they hid. "Hey…" his voice was but a whisper, and out of her periphery, she could see his hand approaching her face.

"You could've died." His hand stopped in mid-air with a fraught twitch. Her face sagged sadly as she reached out and traced over the gashes marring his chest; she already had committed them to memory. Of course, he could have died; they were always putting themselves into situations like that because they were pirates. However, seeing the sheer devastation his body had suffered disquieted her immensely. His hand, still hovering beside her face, slowly inched forward to rest against her cheek just as the tears spilled over the dam of her eyelids.

"Fuck, I never figured out how to handle crying women." His amused tone was strained, like he felt making light of the situation was all he could do but knew that wasn't the correct course of action. Nami just pitifully continued staring at the bandages; a few areas of pink were already appearing where the blood was leaching into the thick cloth. "Hey." His voice was commanding, and she subserviently followed the unspoken order, lifting her face to look up at him. "Really, your bedside manner is terrible. We have to work on that." Despite herself, she couldn't help but snort in a little bit of laughter. He smiled a little in relief at her reaction.

"Guess I should've left the doctoring to Chopper after all," she sniffed with a teeny smile. His thumb circled the smooth skin of her cheek, catching the tears as they rolled down.

"Nah. As much as I like Raccoon-ya, I much prefer a hot redhead," he smirked, then frowned deeply. "Don't tell him I like him, either. I have a reputation to uphold."

"Okay, Mister Big Bad Surgeon of Death," she sneered and stuck out the tip of her tongue at him. It marveled her how effortlessly he made her feel better. She had to give him credit; he knew her better than she had imagined. Now that her emotions were somewhat back in check, she realized her lower back muscles were beginning to burn terribly from stooping over so long, so she made to straighten back up. She yelped loudly when Law suddenly grabbed her by the hip and jerked her forward, making her fall onto him in a straddle.

"Nurse-yaaaa, don't go," he pleaded with a tone dripping with lasciviousness, "I thought you were going to take care of me?" She flushed as she tentatively put her hands on his shoulders, suddenly feeling out of control in the situation. Damn him… He really can turn the situation at the drop of a hat. Speaking of hats, she thought with a sly grin as she spied the fluffy one perched atop his head. Grinning as she regained some of her confidence, she plucked it off his head to drop it onto her waves of tangerine hair.

"Fine, but it'll cost you. My wages aren't cheap."

"I'm already one hundred thousand Berries in the hole; what's another couple hundred?" he snipped back playfully. A contented giggle bubbled up in her throat, and then she leaned close, bumping the tip of her nose against his.

"Kiss me already, before I start charging you for wasting my time, too," she challenged. Law rolled his eyes and muttered something once more about her terrible bedside manner, but then obediently leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Nami's eyes fluttered shut and she abandoned herself to the indescribable feeling of his lips moving rhythmically against her own, and his tongue sliding in to sweep hers up in a feverish dance. She sighed in contentment and sagged against him, savoring the feeling of his hands roaming her body.

Who knew a career as a nurse could be so lucrative? Nami might have to consider changing occupations. She certainly had a brilliant doctor who could teach her the intricacies of bedside manner…