Original characters © Eiichiro Oda. Creative story © shipfiend. Cover art © gg-xx.
"I cannot believe we are stuck here," Nami said with a yawn. She nestled underneath Zoro's arm as the shuttle bus dragged on past the blinking lights of the tarmac.
Zoro grunted as he was also tired but responded with a sigh, "At least we get a room. Who would have thought that our plane would have been filled with kids?"
A ball flew past his head and he turned around to a group of giggling girls.
"Hmm," Nami said with a sleepy smile, "They like you."
"Do they? I could hardly think with all this noise."
"Well, wouldn't you be restless, too? It's Halloween and these kids are stuck in an airport hotel because our flight had some mysterious trouble."
"So what if it is Halloween? Mihawk was always into that stuff, just because he was literally Dracula…but I didn't care. And why do you need to say it like that?"
"Like what?"
"As if it is something unnatural."
"Well…" she lifted her head up and giggled, "Are you scared? Would you like me to hold you close and protect you from the big bad boogeyman? Or was that Daddy Mihawk?"
Zoro was going to protest but he saw a little boy come up behind Nami from the corner of his eye. He held it together as the boy put a plastic spider by Nami's face, and when she turned she let out a terrifying scream that shocked everyone else in the bus. Everyone except for Zoro who was wiping a tear from his laughter. Nami quickly composed herself and turned to shout at the kids.
"You think that's funny?"
The clustered group of heads collectively nodded and Nami was about to scold them when they pulled up to the hotel. It was a bit dingy but it would hold until their flight in the morning. However, as she watched the adults and kids pile out of the bus, she saw the disheartened expressions on their faces. Therefore, she did what she did best…she put Zoro to work.
It took a bit of finesse and a whole lot of…haggling. However, that was Nami's specialty. She got the hotel staff to bring together left behind garments to make scratch costumes. It took a bit of work and quite a lot of imagination, but the children appreciated Nami's tenacity to yell at them to have fun properly. The boys took to Zoro due to his tough exterior and his firm expression. So, Nami taped some paper dog ears on him and call him her "Big Bad Wolf" to her make-shift "Red Riding Hood". Most of the children were Japanese as they were on their way to Japan from Italy but had to stop in Beijing due to the plane malfunctions.
Zoro translated what Nami wanted to say and they would laugh at his tossed in his jokes, which only infuriated her more, and so she would speak in butchered Japanese to keep her dignity…though it just made her lose her patience when Zoro would look at her with such a humored expression. She would turn a bright pink and then a beet red, first from embarrassment then from anger. She finally got the children in an orderly fashion, and with the staff's help, parents in the rooms were given snacks and treats that they would hand out as the kids came by. They would knock on doors and, though it was all self-created amusement, it brought a bit of lightheartedness to the gloomy atmosphere.
With her red jacket and Zoro's paper ears and painted nose, they were supposed to be reminiscent of a grim fairy tale, but as Nami pulled his pierced ear and yelled about his slow movements throughout the hallways, the kids and the parents laughed wearily at the comedic scene. After what felt like hours, they made it back to their room and Zoro pulled her close.
"You know…I like this look."
She smiled back, "Oh really? This outfit doing something?"
"Take everything else off and leave the jacket," he shrugged.
Nami giggled, "Alright, give me a minute."
But he wrangled her back and joked with a bellowing laugh, "Nope! I'm going to huff and puff and I'm going to…" he nibbled on her ear, "Going to eat you up!"
She wiggled away and pleaded between laughs, "Zoro, stop! You're mixing up stories."
She made her way to the bathroom and closed the door, but he shouted through it, "You know what they say about a man with big hands?"
She snickered, "He's got a big mouth."
"Oh, you're a tease, aren't you?"
"Don't worry, I'll put that mouth to good use." She could practically hear him salivate but turned on the shower instead. In between, she thought she would feel him around her as he somehow got past the locked door. In the steam, she kept turning in anticipation, but it was just her. Perhaps he was making her regret her words, and as she dried off, she grew increasingly warm at the thought that he would jump her without a moment's notice. As she tossed her towel to the floor, she pressed her ear to the door to hear him. Nami called out to him but there was no response. "Zoro. If you are trying to scare me, I'll beat you to death."
There was still no response. She opened the door cautiously to find a darkened room before her. Nami was about to flick on the lights, but the sound of his quiet snoring reached her first. She followed it to find him, with paper still stuck in his hair, passed out in the middle of the small bed. Nami smiled softly and threw on her comfortable pajamas. She struggled to pull the sheets over the both of them, as his larger and heavier body decided to sleep on top of them. She found her spot on his chest and felt a bit content as she listened to his slumber.
Honestly, Nami did not mind just falling asleep with him. It was high intensity being with him. He was always on, and Nami loved it. It was a torrid affair, started in heated glances and the taunting of wandering hands. Often it was peppered with harsh words and the pushing of buttons, but she liked a man who kept her on her toes and curled them at the same time. He did that, but then "just sex" became "just sex between friends", and now…she wondered if her desire to become fluent in Japanese or to learn a bit more of photography was really her desire or her desire to please him. Nami did not mind being called selfish, she was and it was always her condition. However, now it worried her that their next stop was his home, the one he grew up in and it sparked every part of her. He did not say much about it, and Nami did not think to ask. However, it dawned on her that Mihawk adopted him and prior to that…where was he? Who was he? She signed and tried her very best to go to sleep.
"Nami?" His voice almost startled her as she woke up in a stir.
"Mmmm, what time is it?"
"7 am."
"Okay, yeah. We have a…a flight to catch-" But before she could get her other foot on the floor, Zoro wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body. The hair on the back of her neck rose as his warm breathed touched her shoulders.
"No, Little Red Red…I never had dinner last night," one hand held her waist while the other traveled down into her pajama shorts. "And I'm especially hungry this morning…"
"Zoro," she moaned as he kissed her neck. Her back pressed against his front and felt the tent in his pants, "You didn't even brush your teeth."
He growled from behind her and his fingers found the patch of hair between her legs and gently traced it in teasing. "Then I won't kiss you awake." She was about to complain when his other hand went up under her baggy shirt and squeezed and loose warming breast. "I'll fuck you awake."
Zoro emphasized the word as Nami yelped against him. His fingers twisted her nipple sore, and she whined about the lack of lubrication. His tongue played with the back of her ear then his fingers left her breast to find her mouth. At first, she was unwilling to give him access, but as he continued to play beneath, her moans grew louder until her lips spread apart and he felt the heat of her mouth with his thumb.
He had yet to enter her, and though he was quite ready from his wet dreaming, she was an entirely different beast he liked to train into submission. It piqued his interest when she tried her best to resist as if that was her secret training. However, Zoro was much more ruthless in battle, and he enjoyed being tested. Nami bit down on his thumb suddenly, and he grunted. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and she turned to glare at him, still flushed face.
"Stop teasing me, you idiot."
He went back and quickly gripped her breast. She closed her eyes and clutched the pillow. He spoke into her hair, "You said not to kiss you."
"I don't care," she said breathlessly, "You said you'd fuck me awake anyway."
He leaned in to place a kiss on her lips, and she turned her head to face him, but he quickly left her side and let her fall back on the bed as he traveled lower. He chuckled, "I never said I'd kiss your mouth."
Nami propped herself up and bit her lip, "Then just-"
But she threw her head back as Zoro dove in her shorts. They were damp now. She wore no underwear, not for the lack of comfort but the lack of light she had to find them the night before. Zoro was yet again teasing her. Her tongue flicked the bud he felt engorged through the soft cotton. Nami whined once more, and the shorts came off soon enough. Zoro pulled her legs apart and kissed her inner thighs before finding her center and letting the clean, fresh scent hit him before the moistness did.
He lapped and licked until Nami bowed and bent into a convulsion. Before she had a moment to ride it down, he came up, laid down beside her and flipped her to her side. Nami was still panting, as he lifted her left leg up and she felt the hardness slide up her right inner thigh and neatly into the plush folds. She was not tight at all, and they both exclaimed as he found his rhythm. Zoro gripped her breasts, changing them to her cries, and his hold on her legs tightened and rose as his pace sped up. Eventually, he had pushed them so far that Nami had to hold her hand up to stop them from hitting their heads on the headboard. Nevertheless, his increasing movements shook the entire bed frame, and the headboard nosily banged against the wall as Nami cries grew louder and louder.
Her left hand found his hair and tugged until he came to rest in the crook where her collarbone was, as he kissed and bit his own shouts in. His heavy exhales felt like hot steam against her flesh; suddenly all Nami could do was grip the hand holding her leg up as she felt her climax closing in. He felt it himself, as the wet smacking inside her became a steady sound and her muscles felt like it was squeezing him home. Finally, he released and she exclaimed his name in a breathy pant as he slowed his thrusting enough that the headboard became more of a low boom than the rowdy banging it was a moment before.
The noises stopped altogether as he pulled out slowly and lay on the bed beside her. He leg dropped and the shift made the springs squeak underneath them, a noise that was drowned out by the incessant knocking of wood against the wall. She turned to her back and looked at him, her shorts somewhere on the floor and her baggy shirt collected at her neck. She pulled it down as the sudden lack of his body heat made her shiver.
"You…you…better hope we…we didn't miss…our flight," she said in between puffs of air.
He turned to look at her, his one eye buried into the fluffy pillow behind his head. "There's always another…"
Her index finger went to the scar on his closed eye and drew the line of the cut as her other fingers played with his earrings. "You sound like you don't want to go…don't you miss Japan?"
He gave a quick peck inside her wrist and rose with a cracking of his bones. "There's nothing left to miss."
Nami was about to entertain herself with some questions, but he mumbled about a shower and went to work. As he closed the door, she rose from the bed and looked at their surroundings. They did manage not to trash the place like they usually did, but then the mortifying notion hit her. They were quite loud and in a hotel filled with families, families she and he had both visited door to door with their children…perhaps it would be best to miss their flight and get the next one.
She slowly got off the bed and went to fetch her shorts. She put them on and ran her fingers through her long hair, knotted by his actions and her lack of sleep. Nami put a brush to it and shouted at the bathroom door, "You never kissed me awake you know…"
There was a pause and then the shower stopped as he yelled back, "Come in here and maybe I will."
Nami smirked. If anything, he was a man of his word…whatever few he shared.
Alright dearies, I HAD to get this out of my head and onto the page. Fair warning, this idea and another came at the same time, and though the other is quite a few chapters ahead…I wrote it first. Hence, my rush to get this in before Halloween (my time) ends. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this minimal smut until the next chapter. Mind you…there may or may not (definitely will) be some angst to come because it is kinda fun trying to figure out how their tragedies take shape in this world opposed to another. I like to be true but different, so we'll see how that goes.
Until then babes:)
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