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"I've done yoga before. Sensei always wanted us to meditate."

Nami scoffed, "You still don't get it. This is hot yoga. It's not the same."

Zoro rolled his eyes. "Are you trying to convince me with that tiny outfit? I mean do I need to wear underwear to class?"

He looked her over; her tiny dark blue almost black spandex covered her ass and nothing more. Her legs were long and lean. She wore a crop top that crisscrossed along her back and cut off just below her breast, while the cap sleeves covered her arms a little. The thick red, yellow, and green stripes stretched across her chest. She wore her hair in two tiny pigtails that left hair out, which she promptly tucked behind her ear and earned her a smug grin from Zoro.

Nami caught the glint in his eyes and playfully slapped his face. She twirled a finger in front of him and pointed down her physically fit self. "It looks like you will have trouble meditating?"

Zoro cracked his neck and focused on walking, "As if, witch. If you think I'm that easy…"

Nami watched him walk away; his black shorts cut off at his knees and billowed a bit. He wore her favorite shirt because she picked it out for him. It was blue and without sleeves that made his arms stand out in their golden sheen. It made her smile to think that he had hair the color of money and skin the color of precious metals…two of her favorite things on one of her favorite people.

Zoro had not heard her charging after him or mocking him, so he turned to catch her grin. Zoro smirked as he faced her. "Looks like you'll be having some trouble meditating, too?"

Nami put a hand on her hip and gave him a sultry stare, eyes hooded and dark. It was enticing and Zoro gulped. She walked forward, not needing to swing her hips because he was watching them already. It swayed with a motion of a slow-moving liquid.

"We'll see about that," with a knowing smile and Zoro battled with wanting to see what she had in store and fearing he would not be able to keep it together.

Nami swung the door to the building open for him and Zoro trudged in. He witnessed that everyone else looked like they were going swimming, small outfits on both men and women. Many of the men were even shirtless, and Zoro laughed at the dramatics. However, Zoro huffed as he entered the steamy hot room where the class was getting ready. Heating lamps were on everywhere and even his bare feet felt warmed by the floor. Nami set her mat down, and Zoro followed. She tossed him a long thin towel as she put one over her own mat.

"I have one," he said as sweat already dripped down his face.

Nami sat cross-legged and straightened her back as Zoro watched. "That's to put on top of your mat, hotshot."

Zoro saw all the other students put towels down and get comfortable in their sweating. He thought he would be fine, but put it down anyway. Nami began her stretching and Zoro found it oddly convenient that she took the spot directly in front of him. She glistened as she moved; her entire body shone as she bent forward and backward. She was much more flexible than he thought, and it intrigued him to see her body twist in new and alluring ways. He witnessed parts of her that he never had a chance to appreciate before; at least not as open as they were now, so he took his precious time warming up as well.

He whispered harshly, "You think you can distract me with all your unnecessary bending?"

Nami looked over her shoulder and lifted her leg high up as she pulled her foot above her head and her thigh squeezed to her chest so that her entire frame became a solid compressed line. Zoro bit his tongue from whistling in appreciation of the flexibility, but Nami caught his focus regardless and smiled at being the center of his attention.

The teacher signaled for the class to begin and Nami smiled sweetly as she slowly turned forward, "I look forward to seeing you broken and tired, panting on the floor for mercy."

Zoro froze at the way she sounded so possessive and in need as if she had a plan all along and it involved them sweaty and barely clothed. He trained his eyes forward to the mirror as Nami stared back. He swore he would focus, but she was right, he was having some trouble. His shirt was quickly removed after the warm-up, as it had become more of a damp towel than a piece of clothing. Nami had watched him undress and she was pleased that the warmth of the room and the intensity of the workout brought color to her face and neck, lest she let Zoro know how much she truly appreciated his physique.

An hour passed as they exhaled and inhaled. Groans and relaxed breaths mingled through the heat that hit the low ceiling. For some, it was a regular weekday evening and a chance for them to make time for themselves and find peace and center in their busy lives. For others, it was a test of skill and perseverance as they kept difficult poses steady and held onto the technique of it all.

For Nami, it was possibly one of her most enjoyable classes. She was always one to use her body to her advantage, and perhaps it was the fact that Zoro rarely seemed to admire her, at least not as much as she would like. Yet, now, he could not take his eyes off her and that brought such a sensation to her that she pushed herself even further. She took every challenge the teacher threw at her, and then some. It was prideful and very self-centered, but it resulted in Zoro straining under the pressure of keeping up with her for once.

For Zoro, he was done. Every movement he made seemed to cause a fire to spread which did not help in a room that felt like hell itself. If only her nimble movements did not mesmerize him because he was stuck trying his best to concentrate and keep the poses he knew he could do. Handstands and arm bends, straight backs and loud exhales. He could do it all. But then Nami would go up one and do something like lift her entire body into the air and angle her feet into his face like she was about to kick him. Alternatively, she would bend all the way back and peer at him as sweat dripped off her. If Zoro were a weaker man, he would have done something about it. However, he was honestly just tired from all the "relaxing".

As the teacher signaled the end of class, and the lights dimmed, everyone was encouraged to rest and appreciate the work they put in today and the sweat they left on the mat. Zoro could barely catch his breath as he laid flat on the yoga mat in his shorts. As the bell signaled for people to leave, Nami rose and took a sip of water to satiate her dry mouth. She turned to roll her mat up and peered over at Zoro who appeared to be asleep. Nami did not want him off the hook and as they became the last two people in the room, she stood and walked over to him.

His body was wet; sweat came off him as if he just came out of a shower. She took her toes and dragged them across his chest, but he swiftly caught her foot and glared up at her. "What are you doing, witch?"

Nami titled her head to the side and appreciated the view. "Just wanted to make sure you were alive."

Zoro did not release her foot and his view from below put her at such a strange angle as if she was a goddess stepping on her lowly servant. Nami tried to pull her foot back, but his grip was strong.

"Zoro," she teased, "Do you have a foot fetish you want to tell me about?"

Zoro kept his gaze, and though the fans spun over their heads, Nami was hotter than before. His thumb traced the top of her foot, and Nami felt a shiver go down her spine.

He smirked, "You really like to show off, don't you?"

Nami patted her face with the towel, "Was I showing off? You don't know half the things I can do."

Zoro wanted to kiss her and see what would happen, but he did not know if he had the strength in him to keep up the fire he desired to stroke. Therefore, he resigned himself to tease and leave it at that. He let go of her foot and tried to get up, but Nami brought her hand down to assist him.

"Come on, Twinkle Toes."

Zoro grinned, "Oh, you think you can pick me up?"

Nami frowned and pulled at his arm as she dug her feet into the warm floor. Zoro knew she could lift him, but he did not want to get up just yet so as soon as she thought she had him up to his feet, Zoro gripped her back and pulled her down.

"Ah, Zoro!" She said as he brought her down to his chest and rolled them over. He hovered over her as she lay on the mat where Zoro was just moments ago. He peered down at her and she caught her voice in her throat, the one that was getting dry again. His hands found themselves on either side of her, his forearms blocked her in. "Z-zoro, you're sweaty."

"So?" His voice was low as his eyes flicked from her eyes to her mouth. He licked his lips in preparation.

"We can't do…anything here…" She said but got distracted by his movements and she started mimicking them.

Zoro smiled as he leaned even further down, and Nami felt the hardness of his body against her own. He spoke with a smug pride, "Then how did your hands end up on my back and your legs around my waist?"

Nami peered down for a moment, but they were pressed together so she did not see much. However, it dawned on her that her arms and legs moved on their own as if they naturally belong around him. She brought him closer, "So what? You're the one who got us here."

Zoro was about to respond when the door swung open and a cleaner came in. She was about to walk forward when she saw the two of them and cried out, "No! This is a space for…not that! Please get out!"

The poor woman flinched as Zoro gave her the dirtiest glare but Nami giggled on the floor and pushed him off her, "Don't worry, ma'am, we didn't do anything…yet."

With that last statement, Nami made her way out the door and to the showers, as Zoro collected himself and lumbered after her. However, the cleaner stopped him, "These aren't coed bathrooms, sir."

Zoro did not appreciate her assumption that he would continue what he was doing. He wanted to, but his tired body finally told him he needed a bath and a moment to breathe. He spoke with embarrassment, "I know."

He scratched his head and turned but the woman caught his shoulder, "Okay, buddy, out you go. I gave you a warning, but now you can wait for your girlfriend outside."

Zoro tried to fight her but she pushed him towards the door as he argued, "But I need to shower."

"Yeah and I told you they weren't co-ed!"

"I know!"

"Then why did you go towards the women's locker room?"

Zoro turned in the doorway and mumbled, "I-I just got lost."

The woman raised an eyebrow and laughed as she pushed him out and locked the door. She shouted through the glass, "The signs are right in front of you! How directionless can you be?"

Zoro blushed at his lack of understanding. It was not his fault he always got turned around, but it was very much in his nature. As he stood in the darkened street, he scowled. Still sweaty and smelly, there was no chance he would get back into Nami's good graces. Therefore, Zoro resigned himself to wait for her outside as he tried to massage the areas of tension that arose during the workout. Maybe he could get a massage if he could persuade her enough, and with that, his thoughts perked up at what the rest of the night could hold.

Music Inspiration/Theme: "Fever" (Vybz Kartel)

YA'LL LET ME TELL YOU – I love hot yoga. It was fun and cool, and I always felt like I was getting a good workout. BUT let me tell you, the things people do with their bodies- INSANE.

I always disliked how in OP the females get the short end of the stick in regards to fight scenes and epic-ness. Like, Nami can be in the Monster Trio, too! When Sanji was in Nami's body, he did everything just fine- so honestly, Nami has the capability to be hella strong. I mean, it's not like her powers are stored in her breasts….or…are they- DUN DUN DUN, that's why they are so big! Haha, jokes.

Anyways, this song- a fav. But um, hella dirty. Like…ya'll if you listen, I can't even tell you. Sex on a stick…or in this case, the mat;)

Will Nami give that massage? Does Zoro have a foot fetish? WE MAY NEVER KNOW…until the next chapter;P

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