Sex, Tangerines and Chocolate

AN: Hi guys! Sorry that this chapter took so long! My policy of not taking a break for more that a week but well... Sorry, I just saw Star wars... and Yoda is da bomb! Ya! The reason it took so long to upload is cause my editor was so busy! And since I'm using her account... and I don't know how to upload... well that's the whole story! Sorry if chapter six was a little weak, but I needed a filler chapter explaining what was going to happen next! Don't worry this chapter WILL be better! Pinkie promise! Okay let's get on with it!

P.S. The song that Nami is singing is "Danger Zone" by Gwen Stefani! One of my favorite artists... I thought this song was incredibly appropriate for Zoro and Nami's current predicament.

Chapter Seven: Touché

The Going Merry finally pulled up to the large harbor, docking with a loud moan next to the old pier.

"Yaaaaaaaaa! Look Nami! Look! We're here!" Luffy had been talking non-stop about all the different new meats he was going to try for hours on end. Nami smiled brightly at her captain. He was so adorable when he was like this, so anxious he looked like he would soil himself.

The crew made their way down the dock, one by one, each admiring different things that caught their eye.

"Oh! Loooook! A meat shop!"

"Hey! Great! A place I can get my sling shot fixed!" Usopp and Luffy bounded off in different directions. Once they were going, there was no stopping them.

"Oi, Usopp wait for me... I need to get my swords polished. Wait u-" Zoro was pulled under the docking plank, still attached to the boat.

"H-hey, what's going on? What the he-" he ramblings were cut short when a soft pair of lips pressed against his.

"Shhhhhhhhh... be quiet! Sanji's still standing out there, he doesn't see us yet so shhhhhh!"

Zoro still seemed to be fazed from his previous "shut the hell up" kiss, and stared at her curiously.

"What?"

He pulled her shoulders to his chest. His head moved down, begging for another kiss.

"Z-zoro! No you idiot!" She was becoming thoroughly annoyed with him. Sure he was extremely cute when he was like this. He continued to lean down further, tracing his tongue down her neck. He was stopped by a hard slap to the face. He rubbed his cheek, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. She looked at him funnily.

"Ya, ya... I know your adorable when your begging for sex... but we can't...ok?"

He grabbed her again, pushing his hand up the back of her shirt. He was stopped by another hard slap.

"W-what the hell woman! First you kiss me, and then expect me to just stand there?... You know I've been suffering! Are ya just trying to rub it in?"

She clamped her palm over his mouth and looked around to were Sanji was standing, with shifty eyes.

"Look... I came to tell you that we'll have to split up for a little while to illuminate confusion...it's simple... you go off and polish your little swords... and I'll go and find something to entertain myself. We'll meet up later... got it?"

He nodded, mumbling under her hand. She felt something wet, and warm on the surface of her palm. Was he licking her hand! He was!

"Yuck! Ewwwwwww."

He chuckled, taking her wet palm to his lips, kissing it. He could see her blush terribly under the stray bangs that covered her face.

"Hey... what's with the yuck? You seemed to like the last time I did it."

Her cheeks became a soft red, as she snatched her hand away from his lose hold. He smirked as she wiped her wet hand on the front of his shirt.

"Awwwwwww... but we swap spit all the time."

"You're disgusting!"

"Ya...I know."

"It's your spit! You can have it back!"

"Uhhhhhhhhh... Thanks... I guess?"

Now this was fun. He got to toy with HER. It wasn't every day that an opportunity of this calibre was presented before him, so blatantly. He continued to watch her, flustered and frustrated. Just one more push.

He began to walk from under the plank of wood in his usual fashion. Hands in his pockets, somewhat of a small scowl, terrible posture.

"Oh and Nami?"

"Ya, what?"

He turned, a funny almost perverted look on his face.

"You of all people should know that my swords... aren't 'little' ."

He heard her growl in embarrassment, still standing under the shadow of the docking plank.

"Ya... I know... Oh and Zoro? If you're done embarrassing me, I think it's my turn."

"Huh?"

She grinned widely as she made her way in the opposite direction.

"You really shouldn't slouch... or did I wear your back out during our last little visit? Hmm?"

And just like that the tables had been turned. She was good, really good. He hadn't won a word war yet. The current score was at seventy-nine to zero. Put him in a situation were words weren't needed, only brute strength, and he was your man. But if you wanted cunning, and style, well that was Nami for you. He turned again looking at her smiling face. She knew she had won.

"Touché... my love. Touché."

AN: Howdy! Did ya like it? Ya I know I said I was going to make her sing... but... uh... I think we needed to actually get to it... if you know what I mean? No you don't... I don't even know what I mean... whatever... she will, cross my heart hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Sing in the next chapter... Do you like my song choice? If you don't, just tell me and I can change it! It's all to keep you guys happy!

Editors note: I use the word touché when I'm sword fighting... with myself... touché.