Original characters (c) Eiichiro Oda. Creative story (c) shipfiend. Cover Art (c) gg-xx on Tumblr.

"I told you it wasn't my fault!" His shouts bellowed beyond the wooden door.

"Just move, and let me in!" Her frustrated cries resounded in the hallway, then as the door swung open, wet footsteps slopped onto the carpet. Nami slammed the door in Zoro's face, but he caught it and gingerly put his camera and equipment on the dresser as she smacked her drenched sunhat on the floor. He shut the door fiercely and she was on him. "Do you see how wet I am right now?"

Zoro rung his shirt which pooled water at her feet and she kicked her shoes off and took off her soaked dress. He responded in a low and tired tone, "Yes, I see you're wet. Do you know how I know that? Because I'm wet, too!"

Nami stood in front of him with her translucent dress in a wet pile on the floor. Her lined swimsuit covered her most intimate parts, but her hair was a matted mess under her now crumbled and deflated hat that looked like a wet garbage bag on the floor. She had mud and dirt stuck to her legs and twigs and leaves in her hair. She charged at him with a finger in his chest, her nail made a red mark on his damp skin. "You idiot! I told you that we shouldn't go up that trail, but no, you had to chase after that damn bird because Robin told you she needed a picture and so you just did it!"

Zoro stepped back and pulled his wet t-shirt over his head and fumed, "That's my job! How was I was supposed to know it was going to rain!"

"I told you it was!"

"You told me right before it did! What was I supposed to do? Teleport back to our room? You're the one who planned ahead and wore a swimsuit- so clearly you were ready! I mean who wears a freaking swimsuit under a dress and with stupid wedges to go hiking in the forest! Who are you trying to impress?"

Nami shrieked, "I wanted to go to the hotel pool after our trip and I didn't plan for a detour. It's Brazil. It's hot! I wasn't going to wear that many layers, which you conveniently took off and threw in my face multiple times. So, don't turn this around on me, you directionless buffoon!" Zoro started mumbling in Japanese as he dried himself off and grabbed a towel from the ones hung on the bathroom towel rack, but Nami rushed ahead of him, still in her wet swimsuit. "Oh no! If I'm stuck with you in this tiny room, I get to shower first!"

Zoro reached past her and took another towel, the water dripped down his chest and Nami furrowed her brow and looked up at him so she did not glance down at his half naked body. "Fine, Nami! Then I'm going to dry off and take a nap because you are literally taking all my damn energy. Like a soul sucking witch."

Zoro turned and Nami watched him walk away, "Fine, but don't get my side of the bed wet, you demon!"

She slammed the bathroom door shut as Zoro groaned at how uncomfortably sticky and hot he felt. The day started off well enough. After all the praise they received from the piece done in Sweden, they were charged and ready to get going to their next stop, Brazil. They were to explore the rainforests and find some areas very desolate of people. Robin wanted to do a piece of the indigenous creatures, and so she sent him some descriptions of rare and exotic animals. Chopper had compiled them, and Zoro was excited to try out his new lens, which Nami "gifted" him with his half of the money. It was going to be an enjoyable day to shoot. And then it rained.

But before that, Nami complained about her wedges and her short dress that was so see through that she might as well have worn nothing. Not that it was so out of place in Brazil. With Carnival around the corner, sequined women and party music filled the streets and even managed to find life in the quiet hot forest. But the pair were getting sweaty and warm. She would moan out his name while fanning herself, and Zoro found it oddly more irritating than usual. Nami would not say a word, but Zoro would see her stumble over a rock or find difficulty bypassing fallen trees, and so he picked her up as he usually would. She did not appreciate it and even called him a brute. Zoro did not appreciate that since he considered his actions to be nothing but gentlemanly service. Then she would turn it on him and make him carry her like it was his redemption. She pressed her body against him all the time, and he would lose focus of his direction which only made her shout in his ear once more. Zoro had worn layers, but as the day progressed, his jacket came off and his toned arms shone in the hot sun which for some reason irked Nami into a more scornful temperament, and she would find anything to make some comment. They ran out of drinking water because Nami wanted to pour it over her head and Zoro did not realize until they were down to one bottle and had to share. He screamed at her for being selfish, and Nami went dark and Zoro found her silence to be more cold and uncomfortable than her nagging. Regardless, Nami stopped Zoro from walking off cliffs and into caves in her pursuit to complete what was asked of him. Finally, at a pull of her hand, she would tell him quietly to "be careful" and Zoro thought he saw worry in her eyes. He would have leaned in and explored the possibility further, but she glanced at the sky and shouted for him to move.

It poured like a monsoon out of nowhere. Of course in the rain and her yelling, they got lost and it took them an extra two hours to get back to the hotel. The same hotel that mixed up their rooms so they were stuck with a single twin size bed in a small room with one bathroom. Nami would have bought another room, but the cash she had on her was spent on Zoro's long range lens and she did not get a chance to take out money from the bank before they ended up somewhere where the currency was all local.

Suffice to say, Zoro was wet, tired, and irritated. He was not tired to sleep, but tired of keeping his hands to himself. Everything they did was chaste, and it was only in the moments of heated arguments or angry glares that they dared to look at each other with such intensity. Nami said no more of their sleeping together, and Zoro was not one to push. However, he felt like he was being pulled instead. Being in a country where life was so vibrant, Zoro found his eye wandered more often back to her. He hated that she could have such an influence over him. He was convinced her scandalous outfits were just to get a rise out of him, but he was too prideful to admit that he was so baseless to have such intense reactions over something so insignificant as her clothing choice.

Nami stood in the bathroom and fumed. She went from Swedish to French to Spanish. The influence of her family came through her incoherently rants. It aggravated her how much space the cocky photographer took up in her head. In Sweden, they managed to stay together, if at all to keep distracted from whatever made them pull each other close when it got cold. Then it did not need to be cold because suddenly their bodies would make contact and neither Nami nor Zoro would say a word. He was a man of very few words, so Nami assumed he would not have much to say to begin with, but Nami was raised by a Marine. Nami was no fool and it was not like she was trying to get his attention. However, what she lacked in catching in his eye physically, she caught it well enough in her passion. He managed a glance over her shoulder at her writing and let out a whistle, "That's good." It was a simple and frankly underrated comment, but Zoro had such a proud grin on his face that made Nami want to kiss it. She could care less what other people thought of her, as she rarely took notice of others' reactions, but she admired Zoro's skill. In some way, she envied his ability to always become better. Nami wanted to be better, and so, to see him grace her words with such admiration, it shook Nami to the core. It was what she hungered for more than his body.

All she wanted was to see him smile, which is why she did not think anything about spending a large portion of their allocated funds on his camera equipment. He looked at the gift like it was a strange alien weapon, but then cradled it like a child with a glint in his eye that showed his eagerness to use it. And he did. On her. Which was not appreciated, but they grew excited over Brazil. Then the room happened and Nami felt like God was taunting her, or testing her. Closed spaces did not do them well, and Nami was not trying to play games, but Zoro made it so fun. The way he would try to bite back to some jeering taunts. The way he pushed his physicality over her, and did nothing more but give her a smoldering glare of one good eye; it elated her. She wanted to keep poking at his big unnaturally perfect form even as it was riddled with scars. She grew accustomed to learning of each new one because she wanted to trace them with and taste them on her tongue. If only to entice in him a desire to search her body, too. However, this was Zoro after all and no matter how attracted she was to the idiot, he pissed her off a great deal, that in a country so hot, her temper was running high. She struggled with her hands behind her trying to undo the tie of her bathing suit top, but it had gotten caught in her wet hair with all their running.

Even now, it was getting hotter in the tiny bathroom and her temper was not eased by her frustration at her stupid swimsuit. She fumed and Zoro could hear her through the door, even with the towel over his head. He wondered what she could possibly be doing and then he considered her actually casting a curse on him. Or a spell. Whatever it was, he felt like she had some magic to make him stay by her side. Only powerful people made Zoro do that, and he cursed himself at the thought that she could be so great.

Nami continued to wrestle the strap but kept tugging her own hair which earned her a quick inhale of air. She groaned as she saw the dirt and leaves in her hair in the small mirror. Everywhere there were gorgeous men and women, dancing, laughing, living, and loving and here she was stuck in a room with the one man who wanted nothing to do with her. Nami still felt like Zoro saw her as dead weight, and for that, she grew angry at him. Nami cursed her selfish nature and gave up on trying to untie her hair from her bathing suit. She did not want to admit that he held something over her, whether it be a desire for his position or his touch, Nami would not show her want for either.

So, Nami swung the bathroom door open and saw Zoro in nothing more than his boxer briefs. They clung to his body and Nami bit her lip as the sight of his broad shoulders made her stomach flutter. Drips of water from his hair rolled down to the v of his lower back and collected at his waist band. Zoro turned to give her a glare, "What?"

Nami shot him a dirty look and turned to point at her back where the knot was. "I need help."

She could not see his expression but Zoro took it all in. Her slightly freckled skin was warmed to a very faint brown from the sun, and Zoro saw that she did not have a single tan line. The creaminess of her skin all melted into one shade. He imagined she had to tan nude for this effect, and suddenly felt aware of what she was asking of him. He bit his tongue at his inner thoughts and instead focused on teasing her, "Oh, now you need my help?"

Nami looked over her shoulder and lifted her hair up, "Shut up. My hair is caught in the knot and it hurts. So, just…hurry up. I need to shower."

Zoro moved forward with nothing more but the magnetism she had over him and Nami flinched as she felt his fingers at her back. "Sorry," he mumbled as he focused on the knot.

Nami shook her head gently, "It's fine." But it was not. It was just his finger tips, but every brush made her skin rise and she looked at the shower ahead of her. Suddenly she found images of him and her locked together with nothing but the steam of the shower between them, and Nami gasped in surprise.

"What?" Zoro said with concern, "Did I scratch you or something?"

"N-no," she stuttered, "just…hurry up."

Zoro wanted nothing more than to get her away from him, or so his brain told him. But his body was making the task excruciating long and so Nami dropped her hair and covered his focus. She was going to turn to complain, unsure of what facing him would do instead of having him at her back, but Zoro's finger was still in the strap and suddenly there was a snap.

As Nami turned to face Zoro, her body flush against him, her top landed at her feet with a wet flop. They looked at the object on the floor like it was a foreign creature. Zoro did not know what to do, but his body instinctively reached for it, when a voice stopped him.

"Leave it," she said as she looked at the scar on his chest. Her fingers traced it with no resistance of clothing or hesitation.

He shuddered at her touch and asked a simple question while his mind was still in control, "You sure?"

She nodded and then looked up at him, her eyes hooded and heavy. The heat of her body was inviting and so Zoro leaned down and found her lips. It was chaste and Zoro did not know how far this could possibly go, but then he felt her hardened nipples against his chest and her moan and Zoro lost whatever control he had.

Zoro dug his tongue into her mouth and she eagerly accepted it as her hands found the towel around his neck and threw it to the floor. Her hands were in his hair, and she panted against him. In eagerness, Zoro's left hand found a breast and squeezed and Nami whimpered. She leaned into his hand with want. Zoro took that as his definitive answer, and his other hand grabbed a handful of her rear and she smiled against his lips. One of her legs went up and Zoro's hand left her breast to cup the other cheek of her buttocks and lifted her against him. He found the sensation riveting. She was hard yet soft at the same time, and Zoro played with his hands and squeezed the soft flesh pressed against his palms to see how much he could get out of her.

Nami squealed at the motion but did not release her arms from around his neck or her lips from his. Zoro moved forward, and Nami groaned as she felt the pulsing between her legs, his hardness against her wetness. When he gripped her harder, Nami tried to keep her voice down. It was only his first true touch of her, and yet she melted into him. Her breasts jiggled against his hard form, and Zoro wanted to explore every aspect but he kept his eye closed as he wandered with his mouth. He loved hearing her pant and moan to his movements, and he listened to each one intently so he could learn how to attack best.

Nami titled her head to the side, so his lips moved from her own to her neck. His earrings played a silly melody as they knocked into one another. His movements were quick, but his tongue was slow as if he was tasting each individual pore. He was teasing her, and Nami pressed even deeper to beg him for more without uttering a single word. Zoro placed her at the edge of the tiny sink, so if she leaned back a little, she would fall right into the sink. However, she did not dare peel away from him. Zoro took the opportunity to suck at her collarbone and she moaned aloud as he grabbed her breasts with both hands. Zoro loved the way they felt, large and like clouds in his hands. They poured over him, and so Zoro focused hard on making sure he elicited a response he eagerly wanted. Nami gripped his shoulders to keep herself steady, but Zoro was not slow with his work. He kneaded and palmed them with callous hands yet soft finger tips. He pinched a nipple and Nami yelped, her nails pressed into his skin again.

That was what Zoro wanted to hear, but he pulled away slightly to see her face. He was taken aback by her flushed face and bruised lips. She looked delectable, and Zoro could not wait to dive back into his meal. He moved downward enough to find her reddened chest, her milky skin marred with his touch yet heaved for more. He smiled once more and gave her a single glance, but she was too busy with her head titled back and her eyes closed to see his smug expression. So, he dove. His lips surrounded a nipple and suckled and she had her hands in his hair now.

Her earrings jingled the entire time, but now there was a rhythm as his head twisted and turned, bobbed and bowed to take her breast. He twisted the other nipple with his fingers as she whined. He wanted to hear her more, so he bit down on her sensitive flesh and she quickly drew her head back down to look at him with wet eyes. He met her and his self-satisfied smile was intoxicating. He had a hungry in his pupil that showed in his eagerness to please, but his touches were quite gentle until he used them for the evil game of teasing her.

It was a game of wills, and Nami was not going to be the one crying out his name, so she bit her lip to silence herself. Zoro loved the way she made him work for it. As if it was not hard enough to get her underneath him, now Zoro worked himself into a frenzy trying to taste of the fruit he was so forbidden to before. He had to constantly check his high to make sure he did not go overboard with himself. This was his turn to make Nami match her bark with her bite, but it might just be his bite that took her there. Zoro took the challenge and moved to the other nipple, biting and licking viciously as he did the last one. The one left behind was cold and Nami shivered at the loss until his fingers found it as well, and once again, Nami turned warm.

She knew the wetness in between her thighs could no longer be rain water or sweat, and as he popped off her breast, he arched back to look at his handiwork. Nami quickly pushed him off, and Zoro wondered if he had done something wrong, and worse he felt like he was cheated out of whatever they had done as he was the one letting her feel everything. Nami hopped off the edge of the sink and groaned as she rubbed her butt, "That thing hurts."

Zoro did not know how to respond, partially to watch the way Nami's hand moved down the same path his hands did only moments ago. He started calculating a way to manage her into the bed, but Nami pulled at the strings of her swimsuit bottoms and Zoro stopped all his thoughts instantly. She opened her legs slightly and the fabric fell to the ground, and Zoro could almost smell the longing she had built up. Zoro took in the small triangle of curled orange hair and grinned. His voice was heavy, "What's your next move then?"

Nami gave him a sultry smile and turned to the shower. She turned the water on and let shower head warm up as steam filled the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder and motioned a finger for him to come forward.

Zoro did not need another hint of encouragement as he chased after her, and she giggled when he collided with her in the shower. Water was going everywhere, but they did not care. He found her lips again and this time, she pushed herself into his mouth and stood on the tips of her toes to give him full access. She pulled away to look at him and as he opened his eye, she smirked. She whispered by his lips, "Take it off."

He felt a finger at his waistband as Nami pulled it and it smacked back against his skin with a wet slap. Zoro murmured against her lips as he looked at her face, "I need to grab a condom."

Nami shook her head and tugged at the elastic, "I'm on the pill, so just...hurry up."

Zoro waited for a moment to make sure she was indeed serious. Zoro liked to have fun, but he was careful when it came to such things. "You trust me?"

"Only if you trust me," she said with finality as she leaned back in for his lips and he did not stop her. He only pulled away to take off his briefs and fling them out of the shower. He pressed her against the wall and blocked the showerhead from spraying her as he kissed her. Zoro slowly moved down her face, back to her neck, then her chest. Finally, he knelt before her and kissed her navel as Nami had the back of her hand by her mouth. He brushed his lips against her tight curls that were soaked with his teasings and Nami shuddered. It was a bit salty from the long day, but he knew she was going to taste divine. She was very hot and wet, and so Zoro went in with a grin in order to prove to himself how great he truly was. The tangy taste filled his mouth as his tongue moved from below upward. He took her right leg and put his left shoulder underneath her knee, so she braced herself against the wall and opened up for him.

Zoro put a finger in first and Nami jolted. She sucked in air deeply, and water from the shower poured onto her face and clung to her lashes. It mixed with the wetness from her eyes, the tears forming from the way he had her at the edge but would not push her over. Then both his thumb and lips played with her clitoris and Nami shook her head at the sensation. If she told him to stop, he surely would, but Nami did not want to play it that way. She was going to get her satisfaction, even if it meant she would have to please him with her reactions. Her free hand found his head and gripped his hair as his tongue replaced his thumb and his finger moved swiftly inside her. She was plush and wet, almost swollen from all the expectation of what was to come. Zoro had only imagined what it could possibly feel like, but his fingers would have to do some preliminary scouting for him. One finger was replaced by two, and Nami huffed as water dripped down her chest to him.

He was like a hungry animal as he growled while inside her and lapped her up. The fluids sometimes mixed with the water of the shower, but Zoro knew by taste what was Nami and the fact of the matter was that very little was not Nami. And so, he worked his tongue into a rhythm and Nami pressed her head back as her body arched to his face. He could feel it, as could she, the way she tensed up right before her release. Nami was slick and wet, but her body was about to climax and so Zoro took his fingers out so he could hold her hips back and his lips and tongue worked her clitoris until he heard her exhale and her body let go. It went rigid for a moment then shook in heaves as the muscles expanded and tightened beneath him.

She huffed and released her grip on his hair as he rose to his feet and grinned at her. With the shower water blocked, she flickered her eyes to his face, mouth open and eyes glittering with drops of water. "Well?" he huffed and licked his lips.

Nami smirked and grabbed his now erect member as he groaned. She whispered into his ear with a hot breath, "Is that it?"

Before Zoro could respond, she was on the floor of the tub, her mouth fully over him. He pressed his palms against the tiled wall behind her and breathed heavily. She did not hesitate nor surrender. Nami was glad she was on her knees as her back was sore from all the stretching and arching, so she put in extra work to swallow and suck her best. At first, she licked and swallowed only his tip. It was wet with pre-cum, and so she let it dance along her tongue and she bounced around it with a smile. Then she moved to take more of him, and Zoro gritted his teeth as she did it with such a slow demand. He was a bit too large so her hand moved where her lips could not reach at his base because she did not want to gag with him inside her. No, she wanted to make him feel so small with her over his most sensitive area while simultaneously making it bigger. Besides, Nami had plans and he would have a different opportunity to have himself fully inside her, but for now, she licked to peck his head and then swallowed, which frustrated Zoro.

He wanted a quick release until he had to work up another one, but Nami was playing with him. He had been kind enough to not tease her, and for now, he would bare it. However, if they were ever to play this type of game again, he would not let her reach her peak so quickly. He grunted and breathed heavily as she bobbed. Her free hand caressed his balls, and then in a vindictive way, she squeezed which caused him to ball his hands into fists. He, too, did not want to give her the pleasure of hearing him beg her for mercy. Zoro could handle it, but he was unsure for how long. Finally, she let him go free and saw the wet slickness that her mouth left on him. He groaned as he looked down, "Why did you stop?"

Nami stood up and gave him a peck on the cheek, "My mouth is not where I want that."

She looped her arms around his neck and Zoro quickly gripped her hips so she could raise her legs to circle his waist. He pressed her against the wall and looked between them, his hot and wet erection fully ready to find itself somewhere warm. She spread herself with one hand and Zoro moved himself to her, and then into her. They both exhaled sharply at the change. She was still wet from his work, so he slid in quite well, but she was so tight and Zoro moaned at the way she stretched around him. Nami exhaled calmly and steadily but it was not until he pushed his final inch in that she cried out and gripped him.

She felt wonderful, like hot metal that had turned liquid around him and Zoro did not want to move. But he knew that if he did, not only would he feel good, but she would, too. He began as he pulled her off the wall and gripped her hips. His fingers dug into her skin, and Nami whined at the touch. He moved her slowly, and she felt him leave her and then come back in. The water on their bodies made it sound like a wet clap and she moaned at the way his head never left her but his length forged a way in again and again.

Her hands were once again in his hair and her grip tight but loose enough so that he could move her as he pleased. Nami bit her lip but cling to him as he gently began his pulsing. She felt it in her very core as his hot and hardened penis found itself at home within her. He made her feel like there were stars dancing behind her eyes, but she dared not let him see her so wound up when he had yet to begin. Though he wanted to tease her out, if only to return the frustrations she built up when he was in her mouth, he could not manage it. She had successfully left him in high heat, and Zoro wanted nothing more than to release it all. So, his pace quickened. She shook against him, his earrings jingled again and the melody mixed oddly well with the drips of the shower and their collective cries and pants. He went slowly at first, thrusting just enough to get his length out of her and then fully back in, but then with the increased speed, he pulled out less and less and slammed in more forcefully.

Nami exhaled to his breathing, at ever huff he had, she had two, and finally, they were breathlessly colliding bodies, the wet smacking mingled with the now cold shower that came down upon them to a faster beat. Their voices seemed to drown out all other sounds. Zoro could feel her tighten again, as he knew she was getting close so his smacks became rapid. With it, his grip on her needed to be stronger, so he pushed her against the wall and held her there so he could pull in and out more easily. With the change, she cried out at the new pace and finally it was like a jackhammer inside her and Zoro grunted his oncoming release. Her head tilted back, and then she heard it, faintly in the back of his throat, "Nami!"

And suddenly she came, shaking and writhing around him, and his name escaped her lips like a final plea of ecstasy. Zoro released inside her with a shout. They gripped each other as they went rigid and became softer and softer with every convulsing quake. He dropped her legs and slipped out of her with a wet pull, as his remnants slid down her legs slowly, mixed with her own juices. Nami got steady on her feet once more and pulled her arms off him until her hands rested on his shoulders.

He looked down at her, still breathing quietly in huffs as she smiled up, "Now that that's out of the way, can you help me wash my hair?"

She turned and pulled the bottle of shampoo off the bathroom floor from where it rolled to from its home on the sink. He chuckled as he grabbed the bottle, "Fine, turn around."

They went to work scrubbing what remaining dirty was still caked on their bodies after the long day. Zoro was quick with detangling Nami's hair with his fingers and brushing through it making their treacherous day end with a relaxing time in the shower. The water was cold, but Nami did not mind it as she was quite hot from everything they just did. She sighed at how soothing it felt to have his fingers scratch across her scalp. Nami tried to wash his hair, but she could not do it well enough with him standing beside, so Zoro sat on the floor of the tub. His back was to her knees as she sat against the wall and the tiny rim of the tub and scrubbed his hair into a soapy poof. Once she was done, they both rinsed themselves off and Zoro took the time to scrub her body. He considered all the things he rushed over before. The curve of her hips, the dip of her collarbone, and the arch of her neck when he picked up her chin. The tickle she got behind her ear, and the way her fingers laced into his own. The perkiness of her breasts, and the firmness of her stomach muscles. The fullness of her ass and the line of her spine. He made sure to give her a quick smack on the butt, and he swore he heard her moan but the water drowned it out.

Nami thanked whoever gave her the grace to not moan as loudly as she could have because she knew that Zoro would not hesitate to exploit her reaction to a small spanking. Therefore, she made sure to distract him with her hands and her longing embrace. She scrubbed soap against his pectorals and the ridges of each muscle defined in his neck and arms. She dared not kneel again, lest he made her pay for what she did to him last she was on her knees, so Nami resigned herself to admire his thick thighs from above. Her favorite would be his back, that though she never saw it in way she would like, she traced each line on it so she could memorize where exactly his shoulder blades stopped, which back muscles peeked out when he bent around, and how he had the most adorable dimples right above his hard yet round buttocks. It was the most flawless part of his body, as everything else seemed to have some scar. However, her claw marks and traces of her fingernails against his wide back made her trace her tongue across each mark and he sighed at the warm touch of her tongue in such a foreign place. To just tease him a bit, she pinched his ass and he swiveled around with a glare. However, it was not one of anger but of desire.

Suddenly, they were lip locked again, but clean, so he picked her up and shut off the now ice cold water. Nami mumbled about a towel, but Zoro already had her out of the bathroom and laid her on their tiny bed. He leaned over her with a gentle smile, and then closed his eye as he came back for more kisses. Nami smiled back, and let him lay upon her, though he kept his weight off her. Then she felt his finger between her thighs and she fumed, "Already?"

Zoro chuckled into her neck, "I bounce back quick."

She confirmed it as she felt the hardness against her stomach and inner thigh. Nami moaned as his fingers teased her, working her in a hot wetness before he entered again. Nami appreciated his patience as her arms wrapped around his back. She quietly moaned, "Fine. And I promise this time, I'll do better."

He pulled away and looked at her smug face as she stuck a tongue out at him. Zoro did not care to rate her performance, as he could not possibly tell her that he did not mind her teasings. However, if she was going to offer more, Zoro was not going to stop her. "Oh, I'll make sure you do." Zoro dove back into her neck as Nami flung the sheets over them and giggled at his ferocity for pleasure. After one crack of the bed frame, two nightstands knocked over, and three bathroom trips, sleep finally took them as she collapsed on top of him. Sweat clung to their bodies, but they nestled against each other under the thin fabric. When Zoro awoke, he gingerly let her curl up in her usual spot beside him but shuffled out of her grip to stretch. He laid an additional blanket on the still sleeping Nami, her face ironically peacefully when he knew how fierce it was a few hours ago.

Zoro settled himself in a chair by the window and went to cleaning his camera. Zoro thought about what had just occurred and found the task of cleaning his prized possessions to be therapeutic. Nami's soft snores came from the bed, and Zoro smiled at it, but then he thought about what he would do now. He had not planned for them to do this, much less so soon, but it had been at least a month. More importantly, he knew that from the moment he kissed her in that elevator, he would not have been able to go back. But would she agree? They had now passed a very clear line into a physicality he was sure they both knew of, but this was different. She was his coworker, and in some cruel twist of fate, she had become his friend. What were they now?

"Zoro?" Nami stuck her head up in confusion, her wavy orange locks dried in every which way and Zoro stifled a laugh.

"Yeah?" he said, going back to his work on his camera.

Nami turned and rubbed her eyes, as the sun peeked in past the curtains to prove it was a new day. However, as Nami looked at the floor and where their clothes laid from the day before, she groaned and sunk back into the bed. Her eyes were to the ceiling and she confirmed aloud, "We did it."

"Mm," was all Zoro could manage in response.

Nami sat up on the bed and yawned, "Well?"

"Well?" Zoro responded.

"How do you feel?" Nami asked as she took in the marks on her arms and chest and then flung the sheets off to take inventory of every other new mark on her body.

Zoro watched her curiously, trying to decipher her facial expressions, "I feel fine. You?"

Nami looked up and grinned, "Fine." She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stretched, her bare body in front of Zoro who had managed to put on a pair of sweatpants when he awoke before her. Nami combed through her hair with her fingers, trying to tame the bed, and evidentially, the sex hair. She turned and walked over to him, still naked, and picked up a piece from the table. "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning my stuff," he said as he took the piece from her hand and put it into the large mechanism that was his deconstructed camera.

Nami raised an eyebrow, "You do this often?"

Zoro sighed, "The camera got wet, so I wanted to make sure it was okay."

Nami frowned, "Alright, alright. I was just asking. No need to bite my head off." She turned and mumbled under her breath, "Seems you like to bite a lot of me."

"I'm sorry," he put the contraption down and looked at her, almost embarrassed. "I shouldn't have-"

Nami stopped and turned to look at him with a frown. She came right up to him and slid into his lap, her bare breasts right under his chin as she tilted her head down to him, "No. We do not apologize, okay. I told you that I'm fine, and I am. Are you?" Zoro nodded but Nami grabbed his chin and looked him directly in his eye, "No, I asked you a question. Give me an answer."

Zoro straightened himself in his chair, which settled her directly on his hips, their eyes leveled. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Nami leaned forward and whispered by his lips, "Then should we make this a thing?" Zoro's eye grew wide, and Nami quickly caught his fear. "I mean…it's just sex. But it's great sex. So, want to keep doing that?"

Zoro tilted his head to the side, "Just sex?"

Nami nodded, licked her lips as she came even closer, "Just. Sex."

Zoro went for her lips and inhaled. She opened her mouth and they both released the breath they held in as he gripped her buttocks and she wrapped her arms around his neck again. He pulled back, her eyes glazed over in wanton need as he took her against his body, "Yeah, let's do it again."

He lifted her up and Nami squealed, as she pushed against his frame, "One more time, but then we need to get to work."

Zoro nodded as he placed her back on the bed and pulled off his sweatpants, "I don't know if I can promise just one."

Nami giggled as she fought him off, but eventually, he found his comfortable place on her breasts as she opened her body to him for what felt like the most natural thing her body could do.

Oh, my goodness. Here it is. Can you tell I have never had sex before? #40yearoldvirgin #not40butstill

Mkay, I tried to be realistic, but for real tho, some men have a very small refractory period.

"In human sexuality, the refractory period is usually the recovery phase after orgasm during which it is physiologically impossible for a man to have additional orgasms due to increase in the penile sensory threshold (PST)."

"The difference in orgasm and ejaculation is the same in men and women. Orgasm is a neural process that happens after stimulation of erogenous zones; it sends feelings of pleasure and happy hormones rushing through the body. Ejaculation is when an orgasm results in an expulsion of fluids from the urethra."

I mean, I'm not trying to teach a subject I have no "hands on" experience on, but like- sex is different for everybody but NOBODY should be having sad times during it...and also, go get it gurl if you can bounce back after an orgasm. Like, yassss queen. And also don't be thinking that if your vagina or penis is not sprinkling like a Grecian fountain that you ain't having fun. I like to think of orgasm as the physical tenseness that is released while ejaculation or (me: an ingrate) "cumming" is just juicy time. You can do that prior to getting ready and after. Doesn't need to be both, ya know!

Anyways, I mean, I'm just gonna let the anime run with it cause ya know...Zoro is a #demon so immmmmmmmm pretty sure his refractory period is nonexistent, cause he's a sex fiend. #itsover9000! #dragonballz Haha.

Anyways, please be kind, but also be real with me cause if this ain't good, then idk if all my other bits will be:O Also, I was writing it and I'm like, damn, there is a lot of build up- BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS TO PREHEAT THE OVEN. YA'LL DON'T JUST PUT A WHOLE FROZEN CHICKEN IN THE OVEN AND HOPE IT COOKS, NAH SON, PRE-HEAT. And so in sex, P-R-E-H-E-A-T = F-O-R-E-P-L-A-Y but brah, I was running out of words for "wet" and I refuse to ever say "lady sheath and man sword". EVER. NOPE. Anyways, sometimes I just wanted to say, "And he stuck his penis in and went sploosh, and she said, mmm I also splooshed." -but THAT'S boringggg...BUT for realz real, this will probably be my most kinky and sex filled story. Legit looking at fan art for inspiration and just being like #thattimetheydiditattheofficeparty #thattimetheydiditwithtoys #thattimetheyalmostgetcaughtbylaw #lol

Haha, well, hope this was a good lemon to suck on because it is a coming. #punintented #lawisgonnabustagasket

UPDATE: I accidentally posted "The Meeting" before "The Tent" so...APOLOGIES FOR CONFUSING ANYONE. Hindsight, doing two multi-chapter stories in different AUs but with the same characters is super confusing. However, I hope to not mess up again! Sorry!

Have I made it up to you now? Haha

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