Original characters © Eiichiro Oda. Cover art © gg-xx. Creative story © shipfiend.

South Africa, January 2018

Nami patiently waited in the hotel lobby for her other hand. Usopp was supposed to bring him, as she trusted that Zoro would fly to South Korea without the assistance of a navigator. She pushed the sunglasses up to her orange locks as she fanned herself. She was sweating profusely through her white dress. It black crisscross pattern hid the sweat stains but at some point, she had bunched it up and tied it off at one side so her bare thigh was exposed to the 90-degree weather. It should have only been 80, but it was a particularly hot January. The other thing to note was that Nami was a bit impatient for a certain green-haired…lover? Is that what I would call him?

If her parents had their way, he'd be her husband but that was on the premise that poor Cora could handle his daughter having an illicit and somewhat public affair with a man most fathers would not allow within 5 feet of their daughters.

Suddenly a cool presence behind her and a deep voice startled her, "Yo."

"Ah!" she yelled as she spun around to face her one-eyed demon. "Who told you to scare me like that?"

Zoro grinned. "Well, I did call out to you, but you seemed to be in a bit of a trance."

She crossed her arms, "Was not."

Zoro smirked and rubbed his chin, "So you weren't imagining how I am going to take off that dress."

She blushed but tried to appear calm, "N-no. You Neanderthal. We have much to shoot this week. Can't waste any time."

His left pulled her in by the brown belt hanging off her wide hips, as his right thumb a button on his camera. "I have a few shots I can think of taking right now."

She giggled, "You idiot. Stop."

He was about to pull her into a kiss when a voice called out from across the foyer, "Look what the fucking cat dragged in…"

A tall, muscular man with a blonde perm sauntered over to the pair. His long earlobes were weighed down by diamond-shaped gold earrings that stretch all the way to his chest, and he wore a linen style printed orange and black suit, gold accents on the buttons, cuff links, and the variety of bangles on his wrists. He even toted a silk blue scarf and Zoro snorted at the ridiculous pompous fashion. Even Sanji would not be caught dead in such an attire.

However, beyond all that was the length of servants that apparently threw down little white flowers for his massive bare feet would not touch the expensive carpet. Everywhere he stepped, it smelled like oranges.

As he looked down at the pair, a wide smug grin set on his face and he snapped his fingers so that a little boy brought him his golden cane, so he could lean against it.

"Nami, Nami, Nami. How long has it been?"

Nami pulled away from Zoro and spat, "Not long enough."

The man chuckled as bent forward to tower over her, "Forgot my name so easily, little miss explorer? Don't have some angels to save or something to steal?"

"If you were worth anything, Enel, I would rob you but you're nothing but a stupid billionaire with nothing of value. Not in body or possession."

Nami sneered the word "body" so that it brought a glare to Enel's face, but he stretched a finger out to hook her chin. "You forget this body so easily?"

Before Enel could tease her further and place a single finger on her, Zoro swatted it away with one quick sweep. The taller man blinked as if recognizing for the first time that Zoro existed.

"Nami, who is this idiot?" Zoro inquired, though Nami registered the hint of aggression in his voice.

She did not suddenly mind it, but Nami could handle herself. "Just an unfortunate late-night…years ago."

"Unfortunate for some of us, of course." He looked down at Zoro's camera and smirked. "Wow, didn't know you really went down the ladder, Nami. A photographer? And a small one at that? Couldn't get over me, huh?"

Nami scowled, "It was pretty easy to get over the bottom rung, actually."

Enel frowned, "Oh, please. I could and have done better than you. And if you weren't so unsexy, maybe I would have stayed attracted to you."

He took his glare to Zoro and looked him up and down, crossing his large arms so that the shorter man could see how much smaller he really was in comparison.

"Looks like a simple man. And what's your fitness regiment, little man? 50 sets of big rocks you throw down a hill? You carry her on your shoulder to your cave?"

The smug man laughed, and Nami's eyes were downcast. Zoro did not like seeing her so defeated, and he knew she would not have normally been so if the man speaking had not known her so intimately. However, Zoro never liked the look of him anyway, so he let his lips curve into a sly smile.

"No, actually. I have a very strict diet. I just eat her out at least once a week. If I'm being really healthy, 3 times a day and 5 times a week. And both of us like to be pretty healthy…I'm sure you wouldn't understand."

Nami turned the color of beets as she shoved Zoro's face away. "Oh, my- Zoro!"

Enel stared at the two with wide-eyed and mouth hung open, while Zoro pulled Nami's arm away and grinned.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to get back to that regiment. Can't be slacking, you know." Zoro directed his eyes over to the tall man who suddenly seemed perturbed at his own body. Zoro took the opportunity to put Nami in his arms and carried her off into the hotel elevator.

When they finally got to their hotel room, Zoro put her down and she slapped him, which made him turn his face with a heated gaze at her. "What was that for?"

Nami was flushed, and she did not want to accept the heat between her legs because her embarrassment engulfed her. "How dare you do that to me?"

"Do what?" He rubbed his jaw and moved forward.

Nami fidgeted and moved back, but as her back hit the table behind her, Zoro pinned her in with his large arms. "You-you know what you did!" She stuttered, trying not to be swayed by his lips or the looming notion that the table was about to break.

"Come on, Nami," he whispered. His lips fluttered against her throat and Nami held in her moan, "You said he was a mistaken one-night stand…who clearly thought he was better than you."

Nami let out a whimper as her body turned to put his head in the crook of her neck. "Yes, but-" She let out a heavy breath, her hands woven in his hair now and pulled his lips against her skin. But Zoro was not going to give it to her so easily, so he let his hands hover by her sides as he lips moved quietly along her throat. "But you didn't need to tell him such intimate things."

Zoro grinned and pulled back to look at her glazed eyes. It made him hungry and the need between his own legs mirrored the wetness between hers. "Oh, but I do. That asshole recognized you. Walked up to you. For what? To taunt you over one night? Fuck that. I want him to know you are pleasured every single moment of every single day."

Nami cried out in longing, "Don't make promises you can't keep." She meant it as a nudge to make him do something more than tease her, but Zoro loved to see her squirm. His hands still hovered by her sides. He barely even touched the thin fabric that kept his skin from hers.

"Nami, I will do everything to the best of my ability. To make you," he kissed her cheek, "scream", then moved to the next, "cry"; Zoro pulled back to look at her eyes, "and moan until you tell me you don't want me anymore."

Nami looked into his single iris as he said such a powerful and daunting statement. Though she did not necessarily feel like she was on top in bed, Zoro never pushed her to a do anything she did not want to do. He never made her feel like she was not enough or needed to improve. If she ever felt that, it was because she wanted him to feel everything better…taste her more…want her more, too. It was a heavy seduction that made her blush at his words downstairs and if she had been totally engrossed in it, she would have taken him right then and there. But Nami liked to play games, and it was in her nature to make her lovers work.

She smiled and looped her arms around his neck as she pulled him down towards her, "I guess you'll need to prove it to me…or else I might think you're a liar."

Zoro knew she did not, because Zoro was honest about his feelings towards her, even if they were ones he did not necessarily understand himself. All he wanted was her to hold him…and maybe a bit more here and there. "I told you I have a strict diet."

Nami rolled out the words from her tongue, "I-ta-da-ki-ma-su."

Zoro could not control himself as his lips found hers and his hands gripped her sides. She knew he loved it when she spoke Japanese to him, and right now, she wanted him to love her with every bone in his body. At least, one in particular. Zoro gripped her ass and put her on the table with a thud, as he made quick work of removing his shirt. Their lips did not leave one another as she helped him push it off, and then he was back on her, his chest flush against her clothed body.

Zoro growled and Nami giggled as his hand traveled up her legs and gripped her panties. With a quick tug, they came down to her knees and once again, Zoro groaned as they separated so he could take them off fully.

It dangled on her ankle, but eventually found its way to the floor. He slips the thick fabric straps off her shoulders and felt for the zipper behind her as the belt along her waist hit the floor. Zoro's hand was between her thighs and she mewed as his thumb rolled over the engorged button. She was slick, and Zoro wondered if she was this wet from the moment he spoke about eating her. He smiled at the thought that she was truly an exhibitionist, even if her words always said otherwise.

Nami pushed him away, and she winced as she lost his fingers nearly inside her. However, her hands were at his pants and she looked at him with fire in her head. Zoro looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. Lips pink and swollen from their attacks, chest heaving and red from the sucking and kissing. The long dress was bundled at her hips, so Zoro could see clearly the sheen on her inner thighs from his quick work. She spoke deeply and slowly, "Take off your pants."

Zoro did not want to laugh at the way she pouted. She apparently had been struggling with them this entire time, but he was too busy working her to notice. His fingers went to the buckle, still wet from her, and he faked a slip. "Damn, guess my hands are too slippery."

Nami quickly gripped the bulge that protruded through the fabric and Zoro hissed as she bit her lip playfully, "Don't tease me, Zoro. So far, you haven't even eaten your meal."

Zoro turned his head to the side with a grin. The pain in his pants was intense, but he was a man of his word. He leaned down and gripped her thighs, pulling her forward so she lost her hold on his pants. The table was only so big, but as he angled her lower half upward, Nami braced herself against the wall. His head went between her legs and he ghosted her hot center while he looked at her with his one good eye.

Nami bit her lip again and rolled her hips towards him, and Zoro did not need another second of encouragement to dive in. She threw her head back as he bobbed below. Her dress has been pulled down her breasts and they bounced as she moved to his licking. Sometimes the fabric laid over his head and not seeing him caused Nami to add to the sensation that made her eyes roll back and her mouth hang open.

She panted loudly, and her hands went to his hair, but he used the small table to his advantage and pushed forward. His head nested between her thighs and his forearms were underneath her, so he gripped her wrists to the table. Nami's body curved around him and she wanted to tell him to "wait" or "stop", but it was useless because she did not mean it and he would not listen. Zoro knew very well her cries of joy, and it was some masochist tendency of hers to beg him to do the very opposite of what her body craved.

She was at her limit, and Zoro knew it from the way her insides opened and closed in expectancy. It sucked him in, but he enjoyed the wetness it produced and lapped her up like she was water in the desert. Finally, her heavy breathing became audible cries as she convulsed beneath his lips.

Her shaking came and went and Zoro licked his lips and kissed every part of her leg as he rose to look at his handiwork. He released her wrists and she went limp on the table, legs open and chest still heaving. Her nipples were erect, and her mouth was wet with drool as she left it open during his oral pleasuring. Nami watched him watch her and it turned her on to see him so ecstatic. She managed to lean forward and Zoro came to her as her body collided with his own. She moaned as her still erect nipples pressed against his hard and warm skin. His hands went to massage them, but she stopped him with a huff, "Pants. Off."

Zoro smirked and gave her a kiss on her jaw, "I told you…my hands are slippery."

Nami groaned and went to the buckle again, "You're such a lazy ass."

He licked his lips, "Yeah, but I eat well."

She kissed him as she finally felt the fabric release him and she had his manhood in her hands. Nami giggled, "No underwear again?"

Zoro kicked off the pants and picked her up, so her legs wrapped around him as he carried her to the bed, "I'm a man of simple taste, remember?"

Nami laughed as she felt the bed beneath her and his hands went to squeeze her breasts. "Ah, my dress?"

Zoro peered down at her and smiled before he kissed her chest and fingered her nipples. "Leave it on…I like it."

Nami was about to argue but his hot mouth took a nipple as the other was twisted and pinched by his callous fingers. She moaned into the sheets as her back curved to his touch. If he was a simple man, she was a simple woman…and that did not bother her in the slightest.

After a few more rounds of "break something", Nami and Zoro made their way to the shower and then the tub. As she laid against him in the warm water, Zoro massaged her neck. "So how did you ever end up with a guy like that? I mean…is that your type?"

Nami spread the rose scented body wash up her arms and blew the bubbles into the swirling water. "No. I guess he was a hate fuck. I have some of those."

"A hate fuck?" Zoro asked with a moment of trepidation.

"Yeah. Like a fuck you have when you just…need to domineer them." She looked over her shoulder and gave him a wink.

Zoro frowned and continued to knead her flesh, "But…it seemed like he domineered you…"

Nami frowned as she wiggled her nose with a sniff, "I mean…I admit that he and I were a bit rougher with each other than my usual lot."

"The usual lot?" Zoro continued. But Nami was not having it.

She shrugged his hands off her and turned in the tub to face him. "Oh no. This is just sex, remember? We do not talk about exes."

"Was he even really an ex?"

Nami fidgeted and turned back to a sponge floating in the water. "I mean…I guess…there were multiple nights."

Zoro bit his tongue from saying more. If Nami was not comfortable with it, he would not pry, but he thought she was being a bit immature about the whole thing. "Whether douchebag was an ex or not…I think it is perfectly natural to learn about your partner's past preferences. I do think you do like it a bit harder…but I didn't want to overstep my bounds."

"Ha. You think you know everything…" she turned a put a bit of foaming bubbles on Zoro's nose. "Well…why don't you tell me the past 'conquests' you've made."

Zoro spoke flatly as he wiped the soap off his face, "I wouldn't call them conquests."

"You like to choke them out or something?" She teased, though she was getting a bit uncomfortable and when things got uncomfortable emotionally, Nami resigned to being overly sexual.

Zoro blanched, "What? No! I mean…Tashigi liked things a bit rough but no choke holds. Just a lot of initiation on my part."

"And you got bored?" She asked out of curiosity but also laced with disinterested as she tried to focus on her nails.

Zoro watched her try to mask her concern and sighed. "Geez. I am not making this a big deal. Look. I'll list them for you. Tashigi. Bonney, Sanji's distant cousin. And…"

"And?" The hesitation was killing her.

Zoro scratched his head and leaned back in the tub, though he suddenly found he could not find a comfortable spot. "Well. What are we counting here? Sex?"

"I guess anything that would constitute as sexual relations. Anything second base or higher?" Nami almost felt a need to lay out the basis, because Zoro silence was so much more annoying than his talking.

Zoro looked at her and scrunched his face, looking every which way but at her. Eventually, he released a sigh and spoke swiftly, "Shit. Okay. Then I would say Sanji." Seeing Nami's face, Zoro started shouting, "But only because we got really, really drunk that one time in high school and that was it!"

Nami let out a snicker and did not explain that alcohol was technically a depressant so the fact that either of them got off while "highly" intoxicated meant more…but that was not her place to say. So, she joked. "Oh my god. Well. Honestly, I'm not surprised…" She shrugged her shoulder and went back to scrubbing her legs. "If I wasn't sleeping with you, I'd be a bit jealous of Sanji. You two bicker…and you get real close when you do."

Zoro snorted and splashed some water on her. "That's stupid. Whatever. This was stupid."

But Nami was not done. "I mean I am kinda glad that was it from the team. Haha. I mean I once dated a guy who was only using me to get close to Law. And then Law dated him. He was a metal musician and Law was in this phase. I still have his band as Law's ringtone. The Kid Pirates. Ha. So lame."

As Nami laughed, Zoro scratched his chin, "Wow, that's weird." He grabbed the sponge from her and began working on her back. "And I mean, if we are going to be totally honest – Robin gave me a hand job once. We were at-"

Nami went stiff. "What?"

Zoro could not understand why the water suddenly felt so cold. "What? I mean it was just a hand job. And it was years ago. Before she met Franky and they got married and adopted Chopper."

Her head was bent but she turned to look at Zoro with a cold stare. "Wait. Robin? Of all people- Robin?"

He furrowed his brows and blinked. "You said it was no big deal."

She turned to yell at him better. "No! I said…I said…ugh, why Robin? Why not like Luffy or Brook or-"

As if to help his case, Zoro chimed in, "I mean Luffy did kiss me once but that is on an unrelated note…"

Nami's eyes grew wide as she smacked the water and it flew everywhere. "What! Is there anyone on our team you haven't made out with?"

He was growing angry and unsure why. "Yeah! Damn. Wait. Why are you fucking judging me?"

"I'm not judging you," she said as she rose out of the tub and grabbed a towel. "I just think you seem to just think with your dick. And I guess I was the closest option?"

She wrapped herself up as Zoro looked at her confused. "Technically, yes. But that's not the point. This was all just fun, remember? Just sex?"

His comment hurt more than she let on, so Nami decided to be cruel as she towel dried her hair and did not look at him. "Oh right. Great. So, besides Enel. There is Kid, the musician who wanted to get close to Law. Then there is Absalom who legit went down on me once and then proceeded to hound me into marrying him. Who else? Oh, I did hook up with this hot exchange student named Vivi in college. Really liked her. Carina was cute, too. We yelled a lot. She was definitely a hate fuck. Oh, and if Sanji or Luffy were available, I'd definitely make out with them!"

"The hell are you even saying, Nami?" Zoro said as he shot out of the tub.

Nami did not even glance at his dripping body but angrily pouted. "I'm fucking gorgeous, okay. I could have any guy I want. Yes, I had moments of self-doubt and shitty moments where I allow assholes like Enel to fuck with me, but I don't let any man use me as his personal fuck toy. Got that?"

She turned to direct her aggression to him but Zoro stood there with an emotionless face and his arms crossed. "You done?"

Nami fumed. "Damn it, Zoro. Like, let yourself feel something for even a millisecond. I feel like I must get you to care about me in the stupidest ways. Why do you need to make everything so hard!"

"Nami, I told you this was a dumb game. Look, you wanted to have me list things."

"You're the one who asked! You know I could have been hired by anyone! Oh, and that's one for the books. This creepy ass Shiri literally tried to poach me for another magazine but then –"

"Yeah, I know," he said as he grabbed a spare towel and started drying off.

She watched him and frowned. "You know?"

Zoro chuckled and stopped to look at her with the towel still on his hair. "You think I don't know how you got hired? I'm the vice president. Luffy asked my buy-in and when he learned that Golden Lion was after you, he wanted to know what to do."

Nami quieted, suddenly curious. "And what did you tell him?"

He threw off the towel from his head as he cracked his neck. "I told him to destroy the competition."

She was feeling warm again as Zoro confidently sauntered into the bedroom and started unpacking his gear. She followed him, her hair still in a towel and her body wrapped up in one. "What?"

He did not look at her as he spoke. "Yeah. Why do you think it doesn't exist anymore? We bought it out."

Nami watched his back flex as he took in the pieces of her precious cameras. "For me?"

"Yeah. Though Luffy had already made up his mind and truth be told, I did read some of your work before you came on. It isn't my skillet, so Robin and Usopp were more so pushing your skill value. I just knew that Luffy thought you were important…and I trust him."

"And you toppled an entire company to get me back?" she asked doubtfully.

"Shit, Nami," he said as he turned to address her, "We barely got your paperwork done and someone else wanted to steal you? Not on my watch."

He looked so proud and authoritative. Nami admitted that she liked seeing him so…forthcoming. "So…" she twisted her toe into the carpet as she swayed, "You came after me?"

Zoro watched her like she was a child learning some delicious secret, but he did recognize that for Nami to hear that people wanted her…it made her happy. He smirked and sat down on the bed, naked wet ass and all. "We all did. And yea, maybe airing our past wasn't the greatest idea. But…I don't live in the past. I live in the now…and right now, I like traveling with you and seeing where we can end up."

She looked up at him and the smile just would not stop growing on her face, but she needed to hear regardless. "You just like the traveling then?"

Zoro got up and moved closer as he placed his large hands on her wide hips, "No, I also like my traveling companion."

She giggled and for a moment, she thought she could see it. A future with him…traveling, learning, an apartment, maybe a cat? Who knew? But like another romantic moment gone too quickly, she put out a cocky grin. "You like me? Well, that's embarrassing."

She was teasing him but Zoro said with a deadpan expression, "Nami…we've fucked like 50 times already."

"Yeah, but still," she teased.

"Whatever," he said as he turned back to his equipment.

Nami paused and then stretched out her hand and poked his back. "Wait. Zoro."

"Yeah?" he said over his shoulder.

"Tell me…" she whispered.

"Yeah?" he stopped to hear her better.

And that was when she shouted in between laughing, "Who was on top? You or Sanji?"

"Why you little-" And so Zoro left behind his dear cameras to chase Nami around the tiny bed.

"Oh wait, Zoro, I was joking!" she shouted as he encircled her in a hug and lifted her off her feet.

"Yeah, sure," he huffed with a smirk. "But clearly you don't know how I do things. Let me teach you again."

He tossed her on the bed and began pulling off her towel. She giggled but put her hands in protest, "Zoro! Wait, I-"

"Nami…" he said as he threw the towel into the far corner of the room and settled himself on top of her, "It's cute when you lie."

Nami encircled him as her arms went around his neck and her legs around her hips. "When did I lie?"

Zoro bent down into a kiss, "When you told me to wait."

Boop, boop. This has been sitting in my drafts for quite a while…and while I figure some things out for The Fighter, here you go…so you guys don't think I died.

Guys. You can nag me again. I miss the attention. LOL

FUN FACT: Nami's outfit is from Movie 3…so feel free to look that up for your nasty replays of my writing in your head. #nasties #imhereforit #Jesus #sorrynotsorry #imworkingonit