Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: Autumn prompt list prompt request:"Your hands are cold."

CHASING PIRATES

Drabble # 4

Nami stood up from her survey desk to stare at the window in front of her. She was hunched over it for the majority of the day, drawing maps as the other Mugiwaras disembarked to explore the island where they are docked.

She made plans to follow them. But got so focused in what she's doing that she didn't notice that it was already afternoon.

The sudden drop in the temperature was what pulled her attention away from her work.

It was pleasantly cool earlier. But not too much that she needs to wrap herself in layers.

But as the afternoon wore on, she noticed that it got—indeed—colder.

She should change into something more suitably warm. Looks like the temperature's gonna drop some more once the night sets in.

Nami left the confines of the Sunny's library to head towards the room she shared with Robin. On the way there, she took in the sight of the endless orange foliage that was decorating the expanse of island.

Halfway across the lawn deck she realized she wasn't the only one left in the ship.

Leaning against the mast, with his katanas resting beside him, was a snoozing Zoro—looking totally unbothered with the sudden shift in the weather.

She paused near him and was about to shake him awake to tell him to change clothes or get some coat.

Then she hesitated. Should she even bother?

Zoro's the kind of guy that can actually withstand a winter island's temperature with his winter coat just draped on his shoulders. This is nothing to him.

She pouted. Must be nice to have so much muscle mass that you are your own heater.

"What is it?" Zoro suddenly asked that it almost made her jump in surprise. His eye was still closed but his lax countenance was already gone.

"Weather's gonna be much colder later."

"Don't mind it. I'm good." The swordsman brushed away her concern for his well-being.

"We'll I'm not." Nami pursed her lips. It was hard enough that her hands were already strained from making her maps. The cold is already making them hurt a bit too.

"Huh?" That made him open his eye to look at her.

Nami reached out and placed both of her hands on his cheeks.

She could swear Zoro jolted a bit the moment she touched him.

"You're hands are cold." He frowned at his own observation.

"Yeah."

"Tch."

Without another word, he grasped both of her hands in his—big and calloused against her soft, small ones.

Nami smiled delightedly as he began rubbing them with his own.

"Come here," was all Zoro said.

And she complied easily, taking a step closer to him and his warmth.

– The End –

R and R please.