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

Nami tugged on the red fur-lined hat as Usopp led her through the back hallway. She could hear people laughing and shouting across the wall. The office party was in full bloom, and the boom of holiday cheer was trying to make its way into her. However, with arms tightly folded and her glare firmly mounted, Usopp practically tip toed beside her.

"So?" He stammered as they turned a corner.

She gave him no response. Instead, she stopped at the giant glass framed image of the giant idiot she was ready to murder in cold blood. Usopp's large thick curls waved with him as he looked at the lifeless portrait to the fiery girl before it.

He cleared his throat, "Um, what hap-"

Nami extended her fist and put her knuckles into the glass. However, unbeknownst to her, this was not the first time people tried to knock the green haired demon from the wall and what erupted afterward was an alarming wail as Nami clutched her bruised hand.

"You stupid son of a- Piece of shit! Damn you to hell, you disgusting- shitfaced- Asshole!"

Usopp wavered with his tending hands as he watched the orange haired girl call on what could only be the spirits of the underworld as she fumed and crouched then jumped and pointed a finger at the somewhat smirking image. She flung her gloves around as she tried to keep the tears at the corners of her eyes.

"Okay..." Usopp elongated his vowels as he bypassed her and waited as her cussing died down and Nami moaned into her knees as she blew on the burning red mark that stretched along her fair skin. "Is this going to be a problem? I mean…I can always play the elf or whatever. It's not that big of a deal."

Daggers are what Nami shot at him and he took a step back. "No," she whispered, "this will take my mind off it."

However, as they walked on, "it" hung in the air like an ominous noose. Nami returned to the states only a few weeks ago with an attitude that could curdle milk. She spoke to no one unless she had to, and even then, it was a cold smile and darkened eyes. Surely, she had every right to be upset…but the rest of the team wondered what caused it. Zoro certainly annoyed others, in the way only his indifference and lack of communication or social skills can, but this was different. Nami looked like she wanted blood. It did not help, of course, that Law would come by and everyone heard the way he scolded Luffy, but even the smart-ass surgeon could not get Nami to speak.

Usopp exhaled and handed her his handkerchief, which Nami stared at with eyes slanted in confusion and mistrust. He took her hand and wrapped the colorful floral design in a red and green pattern around her redden knuckles. It matched his tailored suit, decked in holiday cheer and suave that only his darling wife could endow. He spoke under his breathe, "Sanji will murder me if he sees you bruised in any way."

Nami felt the warmth of his fingers through the cloth and gentle touch of his palm and leaned into it for once. It felt like ages since someone touched her so softly, and she knew it was unfair to keep such dear friends in such dark worry…but she could not resist. Even with what she learned, she wanted Zoro to do it: to go down on his knees, and beg her for forgiveness. His hardheaded nature would only take him so far, but she was willing to smash his skull in to get him to break. However, he was nowhere to be found. In typical Zoro fashion, he seemed lost and without direction, and Nami's patience was wearing thin. Still, her friends did what they could do as they could only assume he was the source of her scowl.

"Hmm," she said with a quiet smile as her brown eyes locked onto Usopp's, "You have tacky taste in prints."

Usopp was surprised but chuckled as he led them on, "You see what you're wearing? You're an elf in the North Pole…how does over the knee boots make up for the fact that your dress barely covers your body? And that fur lining is literally for decoration! Where is the real story here? For the kids!"

Nami twirled as she stepped alongside him, "I'm the sexy Mrs. Clause." She pulled on her elbow-length red velvet gloves, wincing slightly as it went over the bruised hand, "Besides, these gloves cover my arms."

He took the handkerchief from her with a chuckle, "Right. That is where the cold hits…your elbows."

"Don't tell me you wouldn't mind Kaya in one of these?" Nami gave him a wink, which turned him beet red as he focused on the door ahead.

Usopp rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I'm sure Sanji will appreciate this silly getup…"

He turned the doorknob to the conference room where Sanji was inevitably putting on his own red suit to play the office Santa but instead of the sing-song voice of the fair Frenchman, a low growl responded, "Sanji, I can't freaking fit into these pants and shove a pillow under my-"

Usopp stood in the doorway with Nami beside him as they looked at the half-dressed Zoro in what appeared to be a struggle to get into some pants. Upon stopping midsentence, Zoro's glare found her glare but with what seemed like a magic, a microscopic raise of Nami's eyebrow got him to fumble as he fell on the floor face first with his pants at his ankles.

Usopp held in his shock as Zoro showed, for perhaps the first time in his life, at least to Usopp, fear. True, unaltered fear and the source of that fear had her arms in a signature fold with the cold, dead eyes the team had seen these past weeks. Zoro struggled to get up, but pulled his pants up, too. Nami wanted to tell him he did right by wearing underwear, at least, but she held her tongue. She would not give him the satisfaction of a conversation.

Usopp now peered between the shirtless man to the angry woman and felt the temperature die down a few degrees. If he was not a smarter man, he thought he could see the electricity fly off them…and it frightened him to stay in the room any longer. He took a step back, but Zoro, his eye still on her, spoke lowly, "I thought you were going to be the elf, Usopp."

Nami responded this time, without an ounce of emotion to her, "I thought Sanji was going to be the Santa, Usopp."

It shook him, the way her voice sounded. She was staring right at him, but it felt like she was looking past him…as if he did not even exist only a few feet away. It made him scowl, as his face naturally went on the defensive. "Sanji, that loser, handed me the job…said something about Violet needing some help."

Usopp was about to say a joke, something to lighten the mood, but Nami was quicker. "Sanji is quite a caring man, isn't he, Usopp?"

"I guess he is," Zoro said, even though the question was not directed at him. His muscles tensed at the praise of another. He was not jealous, but it was an eerie feeling that made a pit in his stomach. She should have yelled or told him exactly what her motions, even the tiny facial movements, were saying. She was mad, and he was the target. It was easier for him to defend himself when she was on the attack, but Nami was playing with him…she wanted him to yell first, so he could feel even worse.

Usopp was barely out the door, when Nami walked over to Zoro, two clicks of her heels and she was right on his chest, bare and open. Usopp could almost imagine her tear into his flesh and rip out his still beating heart, but everyone's breathe was caught in their throats as Nami pulled at Zoro's waistband swiftly, which pulled him ever closer to her. She made no other movements except focusing on tying the string of his pants. "Hurry up," she said as she let go, "the kids are waiting."

With that, Usopp left, unsure if he wanted to see Zoro so…weary, disheveled, or…was he disheartened? He certainly seemed awake for a moment, with Nami in front of him, but then her words and brisk action shut him off. Usopp did not want to watch it any longer, least he hinder whatever it was behind Zoro's eye that made him appear almost sorry.

Nami stepped away, her lips sealed and her eyes downcast, and Zoro felt it for a second. She smelled of vanilla and firewood, and her heat, it was all that kept the room warm. The moment she let go of his stupid pants, he felt suffocated…as if she took the air out of his body with the coldness she displayed.

He could say it, as he put on the jacket and tied the belt around it. He could have spoken up as he watched her watch him put on the silly beard and hat. Nevertheless, the words just were not coming out. Worse, it felt like she was right there with him as a shell, nothing behind her eyes other than hatred for him…he did wrong by her, but he could not manage the actions to correct himself.

They spent the rest of the night like that. Nami smiled at the kids as she directed them to sit on "Scary Santa's lap". Zoro had no big belly and instead looked like the biker version of Santa if Santa was the Grinch and had a stick up his ass. He watched her be so warm, so tender. Wiping tears, giggling to the small children that gathered her attention. To the adults, she laughed, touched shoulders and hands, and held them in long embraces that seemed reserved for everyone on the planet except for him. She danced with her brother, who kept trying to talk to her, but Nami kept a drink in her hand at all times and closed her eyes as if that silenced the world around her. Sanji stood by Zoro and handed him a cold glass, but Zoro would not take it. Sanji pushed it again, "You look like you're in hell."

"This suit is dumb," Zoro said, as his eye never left her freckled skin.

Sanji watched the poor man and pulled at his fake beard, which got him an angry glare, however, Sanji was not afraid. Instead, he handed the fool the drink and frowned. "You know what you have to do."

"Yeah, you stupid cook. I do." Zoro took a big gulp and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

Sanji hated this aspect of Zoro. The one that indefinitely made him seem so cool, just because he had the emotional capacity of a pencil. Sanji rolled his eyes, "Then why are you being so stupid?"

"She doesn't even want to talk to me," Zoro hissed.

Sanji stared back at the man who glowered at him and pulled at the beard, which sprung back and smacked him in the face. "Well, no shit. You're an asshole. You did an asshole-y thing. Why the shit would she talk to you?"

Out of the whole team, it was perhaps only Luffy and Sanji that knew of Zoro's dark past with Japan and that place. However, whereas Luffy was not one to get in between the squabbles of team members, Sanji was not forgiving to any man who hurt any woman. The moment Zoro got back, Sanji knocked him on his ass as Luffy simply frowned at the turn of events. They spoke nothing of it, though Zoro knew Sanji had much to say. Yet, it was this friendship, one that annoyed the both of them endlessly that allowed a drink to be passed between them and suddenly all their words were spoken in the gap.

Zoro watched her dance, still angry with himself, but more out of shame than any other negative emotion. She looked at him again, and with a drink in her hand, she took a sip but her eyes still looked past him.

The party continued. "Mrs. Clause" helped "Santa" unload gifts to all the kids and parents. Luffy made a little speech about family, which nearly brought people to tears. Food and drinks were gone, and then so was the crowd. The room grew dark, as the last remaining people shuffled along. Zoro watched from the corner of his eye as Law tried to get Nami to go with him, but she refused, poked him in the head with her tongue stuck out as if they were still children. Zoro smirked, and suddenly Law's heated gaze was on him. They looked at each other like this for some time, until Law noticed Nami had left him and sighed. He looked at his watch and headed out the door, and Zoro made his way back to his clothes.

As he opened the conference room door, Nami sat on the table, bottle in one hand. Her legs were open and swinging as if inviting him to try it. Try anything…or leave her alone in hopes they could just forget and move on. That is what he hoped as the anger dissipated and the unearthed emotions went back into their graves. He hoped they would act like nothing happened and go back…to whatever they were. However, Nami was not so gentle. Not so kind enough to let his foolish nature and folly go without correcting. Her hooded eyes peered at him from over the rim of her glass as she titled it down her throat.

Zoro did not know what was worse, having her look at him but not even acknowledge him…or the current state of things where her hot eyes penetrated into his skin. He cleared his throat and shut the door behind him, "You…didn't leave?"

She shook her head and poured herself another cup. Her lips still tight, but her tongue danced along them as she licked up the liquid she drank. He watched it as if she was a viper ready to strike.

"You…gonna leave?" He moved toward her, or at least into the room, and it put her on alert. Her fiery eyes brought a new wave of heat that Zoro could feel on his cheeks. Was it a blush? No, he did not blush. What was there to blush about anyway?

She shrugged, so nonchalant. So carelessly. He watched her freckled shoulders rise, the skin so buttery, remembering the kisses he laid on them. He gulped again but crossed his arms, his defense against whatever it was that made her so bewitching.

Zoro cracked his neck and moved towards the chair where he left his clothes, "Do what you want, witc-"

It came low, like a heavy gong in the dull din of the room. "You do not get to call me that."

The heating seemed to shut off, as did the lights with the lack of movement as Zoro heard her voice lay out the hurt she so clearly felt. "What?" was all he managed to get out as she hopped off the desk and moved past him. She shoved the empty bottle into his open hands. He wanted to hold her instead, but in her wobbly form, she eluded him and that firewood and vanilla hit his nose as she swept her heat across him.

She did not reply and so he followed her, back into the main room where the party was once alive. She was alive, but not really. He knew it. He saw it. He was sure everyone knew it, but in some desire to appear sane and civil, Law did not kill him as Zoro sat with children on his knee. Luffy did not frown at him as Nami clearly plastered a smile on her face. It was torture, and he wanted to stop it, fight it…but she wanted to fight him.

As they reached the large fake sleigh in front of the brightly covered tree and cotton soft snow, he reached for her hand and she screamed at him, "Do not touch me!"

He let go as quickly as he held on, and saw the way she curled her fingers as it caused tears to form in her eyes. She sucked air harshly through her teeth as if his very touch burned her. Zoro looked at her, open-mouthed, to the girl with bouncing orange hair and reddened nose. She gripped the hem of her dress and her weak hand went to the place that a scar laid. He had felt that scar on his lips, and yet now…now she screamed at him to not even touch her gloved arm.

His eyes dropped to his hands, the ones that were calloused. Cut and bruised. The ones he was afraid were too rough for her and then he saw it, the way her eyebrows quivered as her eyes welled up in wetness, her shoulders hunched over slightly as she let the breath she held in, escape.

"Why?"

The question hit him and he had everything to say. He had to tell her that the place they were…it was a graveyard. That the moment he stepped on the ground, he hurt. He had to tell her that he was painfully stupid when it came to these things because if he could not conqueror it, he hid it. That next man he considered a father told him his pain was his greatest strength and yet…he was so weak. He did not want to tell her…he was afraid of the ghosts in his past because he was a man. And men…they did not cry.

In all his pondering, he did not feel it. She had taken off her glove as he struggled with the words at the tip of his tongue. She saw the emotions flash along his face, the forever-closed eye roaming around under his eyelid as if it searched for a cure or an answer. He did not even notice the tear until her soft fingertips brushed it off his cheek.

He had become accustomed to the tenderness. It juxtaposed her yelling and berating next to her ability to pull things out of him that caused him to be unsure of himself. He was always so sure, because he only saw ahead, and whatever was ahead, he could handle. But she…she made him weak. She made him look behind him, to stop the demons that chased after him in his dreams.

"I can't cry," he said with a hollow voice. A stupid statement. With a stupid meaning. What was Nami to make of this? He was supposed to tell her "sorry". He was supposed to say that he had watched the first father figure in his life burn before him. All Zoro had to say was that he felt pain, and Nami would have run back into his arms…would have tried to fix him. She told herself that was not her job, and yet, her body moved on its own.

She shook her head as she tip-toed up and a placed a shaky kiss on his lips. His eye still wide-open, still wet, evidence to the contrary. And he took her there. He picked her into his arms and pressed his lips firmly into her own until there was no more space between them. They were foolish, they did not speak the words they needed to say, and so they did the only thing they knew how to do…they fought.

Her hands went up into his hair, nearly knocking the stupid hat off his head. His leather-gloved hands found her thighs, the soft flesh melting into the space between his fingers. It was a war between their tongues, and as soon as one of them was going to cave in, they heard the door of the hallway swing open and they stopped. Lips still on one another, hands in places that were quite too close. Someone was coming, and with hurried eyes, they hid.

Behind Santa's sleigh, they laid on the floor covered in fake snow. Nami took the silence and the distraction as a moment to think. No, this was not how she planned it. Stupid man for saying stupid things and making her forget what she intended to do. He needed to suffer, he needed to beg but her body was already warmed to the idea of inviting him. No, her body was ready to take him all over again, but it could not be so easy.

His hands were on her back, where they seemed to find their rest. They lay as they did the first time in the elevator. He clung to her, but his eye peered through the bottom of the sleigh to see the feet of the janitor as he cleaned up. Nami knew the difference of the hardness of his buckle from the hardness of…him. And suddenly, the thought came to her mind with a fresh perspective.

Zoro felt her shuffle and peered down quickly to see her smirk at him with a finger to her lips. He wanted to tell her to stop, that they really were not thinking this time. He had things he needed to actually say to her, rather than letting his body do the poor talking his mind could not do. However, she was too far below, and too focused on her mission. She lifted his jacket slightly to reveal the bulge in his pants. Zoro felt hot again, not from embarrassment but from the thought that she was doing some evil deed. Worse, he wanted her to do it…whatever it was.

Nami slowly pulled at the string that she had tied herself hours ago. Then she pulled down enough to release him. It sprung to life before her, and she grinned viciously. Zoro watched her but did not tell her to stop. How could he? He was weak to her, and if this was the last time he was going to feel her, he would not object.

She had put her gloves back on and the soft fabric felt strange against him, but then she kissed him as she heard the janitor roll the garbage bin closer to them. Then Zoro held a hand over his mouth as she put her mouth over him. It was so hot and wet and Zoro could hardly stop himself from pulsing upward at the familiar but new contact. She was not teasing him like before, no, now she was going with a purpose and as her hands met her mouth, over and over again, he felt her rough tongue from tip to base.

He thought the sounds resounded. In the large room with the tall ceiling, all he could hear was the wetness of her mouth against the wetness of his body. Yet, the janitor seemed too busy throwing plates, cups, paper and whatever other garbage was around, into the trash. It was noisy, and yet all Zoro could hear were her quiet moans and his muffled cried.

It was going to be the quickest he would ever cum, but he gripped his other hand over his first one as he felt his cries coming up. She was not giving him mercy, and perhaps, this was the vengeance she had in mind. If so, Zoro's only concern was that the janitor would clean up a mess he was certainly not prepared for. Still, Zoro could hardly care for even that, because he loved feeling her again.

Zoro was at his limit, but he suddenly felt the loss of her hands and felt a new sensation, something like satin. He peered down quickly as he watched Nami take the ribbon off her smooth neck, and then wrapped it around his vulnerable member. His eye grew wide at the logic, and like the vindictive witch she was, she took her mouth off him with a smile and pulled the ribbon tight. Zoro clung to the wood, which caused a harsh thump to echo in the room. Nami smirked, not caring anymore if she was caught. As she lifted herself up, she peered over the sleigh slightly. The janitor was nearby, but he had headphones in. He danced to the beat of his own rhythm, and Nami grew increasingly smug. It explained why he had not investigated the source of Zoro's irritated wailing and her furious sucking, but Zoro did not need to know that. She leaned back down and whispered into Zoro face, "Be quiet. He'll hear you."

Zoro was ready to hiss back, but Nami tightened the ribbon at his base and the tears streamed from his eye. He huffed a quick "witch" which got her licking her lips and going back to the task. Nevertheless, it was surely torture. Zoro felt confined. His release was so close, and Nami was prolonging it painfully as the ribbon cut off his circulation. To Zoro's demise, he remained hard. It was hard to watch as looking at it made the feeling grow exponentially, and Nami quickly slid her way up and opened her legs around him. Zoro gripped her thighs, but at the touch, Nami pulled the ribbon again and the veins in Zoro's neck rose as he held in his cry. Nami things bound him to the floor underneath her and as she gently kissed his cheek, she came down.

The ribbon was now completely wet but it held firm as Nami ensured it with her tight bow. She liked the feeling of the silk as she went all the way down, and exhaled quietly, watching Zoro pant impatiently and in pain. Nami made the mistake to see if the janitor had gone, and while they were in their own little world, he had. Zoro took notice of this change and bounced up, making Nami hold in her own cry. She put a hand to his throat and hissed, "No, this is your punishment. You do not get to touch me."

Zoro exhaled loudly, through his flared nostrils as Nami went up and down. He closed his eye as he felt the pressure build and build inside him; Nami's hot breathe sometimes raked over his face as she took pleasure in doing her work with no assistance. As she bounced, she would come down to giggle in his face, to lick a salty tear from his cheek. Nami was on her own high; fully aware of the pain Zoro was feeling, but this was her punishment. If they were too hungry to speak, then Nami would make him suffer in the pleasure. Zoro's hands gripped at the carpet beneath them, but he could not get any traction as he still had his gloves on.

He felt dizzy and lightheaded as the pain resounded below, but it was somehow pleasurable still. He took some sick joy in knowing that she was getting what she wanted. Moreover, to watch her was a satisfaction in itself. In the darkened room, with the light openly spilling from the windowed hallway, he watched her mouth open and wet, eyes closed as she came to her own release riding him. Her orange locks looped and curled as the curve of her breasts heaved. He felt her tighten and saw the amount of effort she was putting into this, no matter how ill-conceived, she was hurting, too. He needed to take ownership of that.

Within the wet smacking and hard exhales that came closer and closer, she almost did not hear it. In a shaky voice, he spoke, "S-sorry."

She was at her peak, but her head snapped right back down as she looked at him, struggling to contain himself. With tears from his eye and through gritted teeth, he said it more clearly, "Nami…I'm sorry."

Just like that, she pulled at the ribbon and it came undone as she collapsed on him and he nearly exploded inside her. It threw him back, and his back arched at the sudden and painful escape. She wined and huffed as she clung to his chest, her lower body tired and sore. He patted her hair as the moans subsided between them and he felt raw lying on the floor, as well.

Zoro and Nami laid there for what felt like hours until Nami slowly slipped off him and she felt everything leak. She did not have the heart or the strength to ask him questions, questions she knew the answers to…so it was somewhat surprising as his voice vibrated into her chest.

"I lived there…," he said with shaky exhales, as he tried to catch his breath. "That old convenience store was built on top of the foster house I grew up in." His panting died down but his voice was wet. "I lost a foster father and foster sister that day. And I just…didn't expect to be back there. Japan…always felt haunted. I was a kid…a lost and angry kid, and sometimes I feel like I'm back there. Waiting at the police station as they told me, I was alone yet again. But…that doesn't mean I should have…"

Nami laid on his chest and sighed, "Say it."

"I shouldn't have left you alone. It…wasn't okay."

Nami snorted and picked her head up to look at him, "Wasn't okay? When have we ever been okay?"

She did not know why she wanted to make a joke by teasing him or using sarcasm. Perhaps it was because her desire for an apology seemed so easily conceived in her mind, but in actuality, with his trembling fingers down her back, she did not know how to take it. She did not know when to stop him or what to ask for. Was she really ready to take on all his burdens just because she was vindictive and hateful that he did not trust her enough to say it before? Was he really that good of a fuck for all this emotional turmoil?

"I'm…not a good person, Nami. There are things you just can't understand."

Nami smacked his chest, sucked in air again as her bruised hand suddenly went aflame once more. "Fuck you. You think I'm fucking Mother Theresa? I'm…I'm just not a mind reader, asshole. If you don't give me a chance, then how am I supposed to help?"

She answered her own question. She wanted to help, but she worried that a want was becoming a need. And the stakes for her desire were rising high enough that she was "okay" with a very unhealthy yet satisfying romp at the office Christmas party.

He growled back, "You can't fix me!"

"I'm not trying to!" she lied. They looked at each other and fumed, their chests rising from the yells, as it was still coming from the intense high they shared before.

"Fine," he said as he put his head back down, his hair sweaty and the hat off his head.

"Fine," she mumbled, as she went back to pull the little fibers of his cheap Santa suit.

They listened to the clock tick away and then Zoro groaned as he attempted to move. He cracked his neck and traced his fingers along her spine, "Fuck…what the hell was that?"

"What?" she asked annoyed.

"You trying to fucking castrate me?"

He gripped her closer and she smirked, "I told you…punishment." She knew where his nipple was and gave it a sharp poke of her nail as he tightened his hold, "You've never heard of penis bondage?"

"I almost died," he said in a sharp exhale as she giggled.

"Yeah, but it was a good fuck, wasn't it?"

The clock chimed as another hour passed, but unlike before, he held her. She held him. Even without looking at her, and knowing that this was not in any way forgiveness, he was forgiven…at least to the point of her revenge.

Zoro laughed, "Shit. We're fucked up, aren't we?"

Nami rose but Zoro held her. She laughed and tried to get away, but he was not going to let her go that easily. She bent down as traced a finger along his jawline. "Hey, Santa- you're free to go, now."

Zoro looked down at her and raised an eyebrow, "You think I'm going to let you go so easily?"

Nami knew what he meant but she was still a bit angry, "You've done it before."

Zoro rose and she came with him, and they both grimaced as he sat up. "And I won't do that again."

"I know," she said softly.

Zoro smiled and leaned in for a kiss and she obliged him. And just as quickly as his kiss ended, he picked her up and swung her into the sleigh.

"Zoro!" She exclaimed.

"Santa still has a present to give," he said with his voice low as he climbed into the sleigh with her. He was sore, but regardless of how uncomfortable that entire moment of restricted blood flow was, he was still quite hard. His body separated her legs and he could see the damp lace panty that blocked his way. She looked confused at first, but the grip of her right hand on his jacket brought him closer.

"Well, Mrs. Clause doesn't want a present," she lied with a curve of her lips.

Zoro leaned down and kissed her neck, "Oh? But she's been really naughty."

He gripped her free hand and she recoiled. Zoro stopped and pulled at the glove to see the bruise that marred her soft skin. "What happened?" He said with a frown.

Nami chuckled, "I took out my anger on your stupid picture. But no one told me it had bulletproof glass protecting it."

Zoro blinked then laughed. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. Between pecks, he murmured, "I'm sorry."

She had not heard him apologize so much, and it was odd hearing it come out of his tough and passive face. However, as the tears had dried and he donned his usual boldness and persuasive sexiness, Nami understood that she was just as strung up on him. Most men would not dare to pursue her after so many headaches, and physical torment, but Zoro was different. Perhaps it was unhealthy, but for now, Nami wanted what she could get. Therefore, she wrapped her damp legs around him and dragged her nails into the jacket. "Yeah," she responded quietly, "better make it a really nice gift."

He smiled at her as he pressed himself down. Zoro would certainly try his best even when he knew it was not perfect. They did not completely resolve whatever unspoken words were kept between them, but for a moment, she just wanted to be touched by him and that was all he wanted to do, too.

Image for inspiration: Posted on Instagram by zoroxnamidaily on December 25, 2016

I saw it and then creepily rubbed my hands together as I did the signature evil villain laugh. Yes, I HAD to.