Orignal characters (c) Eiichiro Oda. Creative story (c) shipfiend. Cover Art (c) gg-xx on Tumblr.
"Nami, move over," Zoro said exasperatedly.
She had her nose in the air, "No."
Zoro groaned, "Why are you being so difficult?"
The flight attendant came by once again, "Sir, please take your seat."
"I would," he shouted, "if this witch would move over."
Nami rolled her eyes, "Just climb over me. Or crawl. Or leap. I don't care."
The flight attendant looked from Nami to Zoro and put on her coldest smile, "If you two do not take your seats right this moment, I will throw you off this plane by force."
Nami looked at her ready to fight but she wanted to take off, too. The issue was she did not want to take off with her seat mate. Zoro noticed her unwillingness and lifted his leg to go over her knees, but she was quick enough to pick up her own legs so he tripped into his seat.
He growled, "What the hell is wrong with you, woman?"
Nami put the eye mask on though it was still light outside and plugged her ears; Zoro was not having it. He tugged at her earbuds, pulled down the mask, and looked her in the face. "Don't be a bitch."
If Nami's eyes could grow red, they would have but all she did was glare and give him an icy response, "Excuse me?"
"Oh, you can hear me now?"
"Yes, I can."
"Then want to tell me what is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Clearly. Nothing is wrong with me."
The engines started and the plane slowly moved. The flight attendants went to their work to showcase the emergency routes and proper procedures. Zoro looked at the girl beside him and shrugged, "Fine."
"Fine," Nami said as she intensely read her Sky Mall magazine. She glanced over to see him already asleep. "Hey! Are you kidding me? I'm clearly not fine."
Zoro adjusted his pillow and continued to nap, "Yeah, I know but I'm not going to just fight with you when you don't want to open your damn mouth."
"It's open just fine."
"Then talk," he mumbled, "Or don't. I don't give a shit."
Nami shoved the magazine back into the pocket in front of her. "And that's what's wrong with you. You don't care. About anything. You think only about yourself."
Zoro cracked his neck and finally looked at her, "What are you going on about now?"
Nami crossed her arms, "What am I to you, Zoro?"
Zoro stopped and stared. He blinked at her strange question, "Uh, my coworker?"
Nami frowned, "Right. So, what makes you think you can just lift me over your damn shoulder like some child and carry me through the airport?"
Zoro deflated, "Are you kidding me? You are still on that? You were walking at negative five miles per hour through the airport and our flight was on the other end of the-"
"Oh! Oh! Now you remember where the damn plane is? You got us lost then you got mad at me for walking-"
"Walking? Ha! You had me carry you like I was a goddamn mule and now you have the balls to tell me you could've walked! You faked a twisted ankle than had me carry you, and with your berating- of course I got distracted!"
"Lost! You got freaking lost, you giant sack of-"
The engines blared and suddenly the plane moved quicker as Nami got pushed back against her seat and the metal machine zoomed down the runway. She was not finished but Zoro took the opportunity to smirk at her sudden silence as he watched the world leave them behind and the clouds came into sight. The plane settled and suddenly the seatbelt sign came off and so did Nami's seatbelt.
Nami gave Zoro a death stare and got up, "Okay, Zoro, let's go. You think you're such hot shit cause you are bigger than me and stronger than me!"
He hated how she conveniently remembered what she wanted from their bickering, and though it had been only a few hours, he felt like he knew the most annoying woman in the world for ages.
Zoro followed after her, screaming in his low boom, "You're shitting me right now! You're the one making this a big deal and now I have to handle your shit in this plane."
They were making a scene and the flight attendants directed them to the first lavatory that seemed separated from the rest of the flight, as the rest of the passengers groaned or looked at them in shock and amusement. Nami smacked the door open and directed Zoro to it, "Come on, asshole! You want to take a fucking shit all over me, here's the damn bathroom!"
Zoro had enough, and so he rammed his way to the front. "You crazy witch!"
Nami wiggled her way inside but suddenly sat practically on top of the sink as Zoro pushed his way in and stared down at her with a fierce glare. The silence overtook them as Nami felt Zoro between her legs and against her chest. His breathing vibrated down his body and she felt every exhale against her thighs and at the tips of his fingers which barely braced his shirt.
Once again, they were in a tiny space with nothing but their bodies to hold up against. If Nami moved but a millimeter more, they would be exactly where they were before. Lip locked in that elevator. She grew warm at the memory.
"Well?" Zoro fumed, feeling trapped in the closet like bathroom, though his one eye trained on her lifting breasts and wet eyes. The toilet was right behind him, so Nami was essentially in his hands again, her legs dangled at either side of his hips. He could feel her warmth through his jeans and perhaps it was the lack of ventilation that made him dizzy, but he wanted to reach down and kiss her open neck. She still wore her sweater dress, and it rode up as she spread her legs to fit him. He leaned forward to see how far she would let him in.
"You can't just carry me around like a sack of potatoes," she said breathily.
Zoro hardly heard her as he watched her lick her lips. He smirked, "You're heavier than potatoes."
She held in her giggle and put on her best pout. She forced herself to look him directly in his good eye, "Say you won't do that again."
He bowed his head down and his body was flush against her. He chanted after her, entranced by the way she swallowed, "Nami, I won't carry you like a sack of potatoes."
"Good," she said as she grabbed him by the shirt and brought him down to her lips. Her approval was barely audible but Zoro closed his eye as she tasted him once more.
It started slow, slick noises as each tilted their heads to give and get deeper. Then Zoro pulled her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Nami moaned into his kiss and space suddenly felt bigger as they came closer and closer together. The space between them was non-existent, but they did not lean on anything else besides one another.
He maneuvered her head so he could access her tongue and she bit his lower lip as they pulled away, making him lean back towards her with an indulgent smile. In the quiet, their heavy exhales mingled with the sloppy wet noises of their kisses until a banging went off against the door.
"Excuse me! Please return to your seats!"
Nami pulled away and wiped at her mouth as she looked Zoro over. "We, um, won't do that again."
Zoro cleared his throat, "Right."
The banging started again and they both shouted, "We're coming!"
Zoro fixed himself and exited first to a line of angry flight attendants. Nami quickly pulled her dress down and tossed her hair over her shoulder. One attendant gave her sly smile, "Glad you two made up."
Nami did not care for her snide comment, but she pursed her lips and grinned, "So am I."
The others started whispering and commenting but Nami sauntered her way back to her seat and sat down. Zoro and Nami said nothing more for the rest of the flight. They shared their food and occasionally slept on each other's shoulders, but they refused to acknowledge the need that grew in the back of their heads.
Nami at least wanted to wait a bit longer, though she did not think she could. It was not that she was a sex fiend or anything of the sort. She just followed her desires, and right now, Zoro was fresh and new…and unbridled. She expected she could have a least some fun with him…once she got over his annoying attitude.
Zoro for the most part let life lead him. He did not expect anything from Nami, but if she was so ready and willing, he would not refuse her advances. He was not going to admit that he wanted it from her, because Zoro prided himself on the lack of want. He was free, and Nami felt like a saddle. Much to his chagrin, in the mere hours of meeting her and now embarking on this journey, she rode him easily and often. Zoro did not appreciate that fact one bit.
It was an almost nine-hour flight, so as Nami and Zoro finally landed and extended themselves from the nuzzled position they were once in, it dawned on them that they were together in a new country with nothing but time on their hands.
Luffy was the kind of leader that led as his heart desired, and he encouraged everyone to do the same. Therefore, Nami had made them an itinerary to visit the most mysterious and secluded parts of Sweden. Zoro appreciated this as he often found himself in wanderlust, or more specifically, just lost. However, he was a firm believer in luck, and he always landed somewhere that gave him a great shot.
"Alright," Nami barked, as she had him carry all their luggage on their way out of the airport, "time to get going. We have a room near Stockholm, and though I want to visit the Palace and museums, we need to get going to Kebnekaise."
Zoro stopped and dropped their bags, specifically her bags, "Where or what the heck is that? I thought we were staying in the mountains."
"Yes, Zoro, Kebnekaise is the highest mountain in Sweden. The Kebnekaise massif, which is part of the Scandinavian Mountains, has two main peaks, of which the southern, glaciated one is highest at 2,097.5 meters above sea level."
"Okay, thanks, Robin 2.0- but I am asking why are we staying in Stockholm? Isn't that hours away from the mountains?"
Nami tapped on her phone, "Yes. 16 by mass transit. 13 by car. About 2 via plane."
Zoro grabbed her hand and pulled them back into the airport, "Then let's take a plane."
Nami resisted but it was to no avail, "No! We have a budget and the hotel-"
"Cancel the hotel, and we'll take a plane."
"And where will we sleep?"
"In the mountains. I'm sure they have a place to grab gear before we head up. Let's camp out."
Nami flustered about, "No! It's cold and my hair…"
Zoro stopped and frowned at her, "Are you here to travel or to live in a hotel?"
She mumbled, "Travel."
"Then let's go. Come on. I've got you and it's not like we're going to freeze to death. Let's get prepared and go…adventure."
He smiled at her fondly and Nami found a sense of peace in it, though her brain suddenly flooded with questions about where and how and who and what. They would need to make sure they had the proper equipment, as it would get cold. They needed food and to make sure they could set up camp correctly. It was a lot of moving pieces, but suddenly Nami was resolute in her desire to write and explore. To see the world through his eye and lens. Zoro had a way of making himself seem so utterly cool and indifferent, but Nami knew he held onto her hand for comfort in knowing he would not die in a blizzard or something.
"Alright, Zoro…let's have an adventure."
*wrings her hands and laughs evilly* Yes, my OTP, go have some *wink, wink* adventure.
#sexavalanche HAHA.
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