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

Mihawk's house was lit up, unusual for its dark allure, as the classic music drifted upward to Zoro's room. With his weights in one corner and his personal dark room in the other, he sat on his bed in the quiet as he sipped his beer. The chill air drifted through his large ballroom windows that gave him a perfect view of the dark starlit sky. It had been exactly eight days since the Christmas Eve party and subsequent "make up" Zoro and Nami shared in their collective office space. Zoro watched the snowflakes fall on the large dark lawn and wondered what she was doing.

The holidays at House Dracule were always lively, partially due to his stepfather, Shanks. Shanks being godfather to Luffy would bring Zoro's best friend and his lot. There were Luffy's adoptive brothers, Ace and Sabo, and their partners, Marco and Koala respectively. Koala and Sabo had two kids, and of course, Grandpa Garp, Luffy's paternal grandfather, came with all his military friends of old. Somehow, Luffy's family always connected back to some person in Mihawk's life and so it was tradition to hold the festivities in the house of the person who hated company the most. Whatever business partners Shanks and Mihawk had also come, so honestly, Zoro dreaded it. It was something both father and son shared, but Zoro's sister, Perona, would play the best host, as she loved mingling. If it were not for his father's impeccable liquor, Zoro would just never come home.

Yet, here he was…back in his old room that he rarely slept in as he wondered what Nami was doing on her vacation. They had not talked since Christmas Eve, and Zoro stumbled between wanting to reach out and leaving it as they did. He had apologized, but for some reason, the thought nagged at him. Zoro was not a man of many words or of many friends, but the ones he kept close, he cherished. As much as he hated the holidays, he liked being surrounded by people who felt connected to him in some way. It was odd that he felt that connection strongly to a person he had just met…comparatively, and now she swam around in his thoughts. It was almost as if he could hear her calling his name and…

"Zoro!" The blue screen of his almost closed laptop shone in the darkroom, and Zoro got up off his bed and went to his desk to open it. What greeted him brought a wide grin to his face.

"Nami?"

"Yea, you bozo," she smiled back, "What took you so long?"

Zoro raised an eyebrow as he set his beer down and pulled closer to the laptop, "What…how?"

"You have your video calling set up for an automatic answer, and it seems like you left it on. I saw you were online, so I just gave you a ring…and well, here I am."

"Here you are," he said back to her as he took in the virtual image. She looked comfortable, in what appeared to be a bed covered in pillows, her hair up in a loose and messy bun, no makeup, and yet so…alluring. Her hand appeared to have healed well.

"You got that left hook fixed?"

Nami turned her hand over for a moment and smirked, "Well, when you have a Grade-A doctor for a brother, you tend to heal quickly."

Silence escaped between the two of them, and Nami disliked the way it settled. Of course, there were things still left unsaid, but that was not why Nami wanted to give the idiot a video call. She wanted something…any even miles and miles away, Zoro was the only one who could give it. Nami looked back at him with a soft grin. She took in the loosened tie and unbuttoned white shirt, the tailored vest. When he was standing, Nami could see the perfect cut of his pants, as if it was made just for him. The lifestyle of the rich and infamous, she assumed.

"So, where are you going all dressed up? Hot date?" she asked the double-sided question for amusement and assurance, not that they ever claimed any sort of exclusivity between them.

"Why do you care?" He said with his chin in his hand, but upon seeing her smile slightly fade, he continued on, "No…no date. Just what seems like an endless torture cycle of parties my father reluctantly hosts."

"Mihawk's parties are infamous, much like him."

"Hmm, you should come next time."

"And leave my family on their annual trip? I couldn't."

"Is that where you are now?"

Nami nodded her head and put her finger to her lips, "Be quiet. We're in a hotel, but I swear…this is like Nojiko's version of a honeymoon and my parents' attempt at one. I get stuck babysitting half the time."

Zoro chuckled, "Ah, right. Your niece there?"

Nami shook her head, "No, I have the baby monitor for the adjacent room. Everyone else is out of course…so here I am. Alone…bored."

"Where's Law?"

"Left already. He got called away on yet another 'lifesaving operation' that only the 'surgeon of life' can perform!" She said it cheekily, with all the sarcasm she could muster.

Zoro nodded, "Ah. Well, if it makes you feel better…Luffy left early too…so I'm sure they've already met up or something."

Nami raised an eyebrow, "How would that possibly make me feel better?"

Zoro leaned in and tilted his head, "Well, that means both you and me are completely alone. I guess we're in this together."

Nami blushed at the thought and was thankful that the darkness and blue light messed with the light on her face so Zoro could not know how happy the stupid sentiment made her. However, she reminded herself of the need that had built up between being stuck watching Johnny and Nojiko throw goo-goo eyes at each other and Cora's various attempts at romance. It stirred a fire of jealous…and of something else entirely, inside her. Hence her late night call to Zoro out of her bedroom.

"Hey…Zoro…"

"Hmm," he replied as he watched her bite her lip.

"Are you really really alone?"

Zoro grew confused at the question but it piqued his interest. "Yeah…why?"

She whispered, "Do you miss me, Zoro?"

Zoro watched her put the screen further away from her as she pulled herself from the sheets. "Yeah, Nami…I guess I miss you."

He had copied her inflection but she stopped midway of undoing her bun and smirked, "You guess?" Her hand traveled down her neck as she undid her robe to reveal a see-through top. The thin mesh barely covered anything, but wherever the fabric was, it clung to the curves of her breasts, as a dainty ribbon nestled in her cleavage. Zoro stared at it with one eye, his face coming ever closer to the screen. The thin lace straps dropped off her small shoulders, and he watched her curve her body towards the screen. "So, Zoro…tell me how much you miss me."

Zoro gulped and then ran his hand through his hair, "Uh, Nami…is this some kind of game?"

Nami completely removed the robe and tossed it off camera as she stretched before the screen. Zoro saw in the blue gaze that she wore a short baby doll that hit her hips; the thin fabric billowed with every moment. Underneath that, he saw the black lace thong with its perfect red ribbon right in front.

"Zoro," she sang, "I'm getting impatient. I told you to want I wanted to hear…are you going to give it to me?"

Zoro rubbed his face and chuckled, "Shit, Nami," he leaned back and turned quickly to his closed bedroom door, "I wish I could touch you right now."

Nami giggled, relieved that he was as interested as she hoped he would be. She gave him a look, her eyes hooded and downcast as she played with the ribbon between her breasts. "Then tell me exactly how you would touch me."

"What?" Zoro was not following, as he rarely did well on oral exams. If he could have teleported to her, he would not feel so hesitant. Speaking without feeling was unlike him.

"Zoro," she cooed, "tell me what you would do to me right now…and I'll do it."

He smirked, following her hands as they traced each curve of her body, her legs tucked underneath her. "You saying you can replicate me…by yourself? That's cocky, Nami."

"Cocky?" she giggled, "Interesting choice of words."

Zoro was about to respond as she bent over the side of her bed to get something and came back with her fists closed.

"Is that a present for me?" Zoro asked. Nami nodded, and he continued, "You going to show it to me?"

Nami titled her head to the side, her hair following her as it cascaded over her shoulder. "Only if you promise to play."

Zoro was much too tired for games, but then again, Nami's games, however intricate or demanding, usually left him feeling much better…at least physically. "Fine, Nami. I'll play…but you need to give me the rules first."

Nami blew him a kiss and pushed herself back to the headboard. Zoro could see her better now, her body in full view of him, but her fists were still closed. "Can you see me? Hear me okay?"

"Yes," he said, almost in a shout.

"Alright, no need to get so excited…just yet." She winked and Zoro threw her a scowl, as he was growing impatient.

Nami held her fists up, "Okay, Zoro. Do you want the one in left or right?" She lifted each one as she said them and Zoro tried to figure out what she could possibly have hidden.

"Left," he said after little thought. Nami smirked at him and stretch off camera to set something down on the table. She came back and sat up, ready to show him his prize.

"Okay…your lucky winner is…" she opened her hand to reveal a small oblong shape, no bigger than a tube of lipstick. Zoro would know because Nami carried about 50 with her wherever she went.

Zoro groaned, "Are you kidding me, Nami? You just going to put lipstick on? I told you they all look the same to me."

Nami frowned, knowing that if Zoro gave a damn, he could easily tell the slight differences between shades. That was why she took pleasure in dragging him into various makeup shops and helping her find things. Evidentially, he would wipe it all away with his kisses, but regardless, Zoro had to make a big fuss over nothing.

Nami was about to shout, but she sighed and calmed herself to stay on task. "No, you…silly boy." She emphasized "silly" least she said something else and then all of this would be for naught. "This is a bullet vibrator."

Zoro stared blankly at it as if it should have gotten up to do a song and dance about its purpose. "Okay…"

Nami pinched the bridge of her nose. He was making it very hard for her to stay…hard, but she was going to get off one way or another. If he gave her much more stress, she would just go with her first plan, but that was no fun.

"Zoro, a vibrator is a sex toy that is used on the body to produce…pleasurable erotic stimulation. It can…pulsate…throb…to stimulate erogenous zones," she said every word slowly as if talking to a child, but the face that peered back at her was anything but. His nostrils slightly flared as she watched the realization of what was to occur came to his face.

"Nami…you replacing me, then?" he said it with hesitation, watching her turn on the little object and hearing the buzz through the laptop.

Nami smiled slyly and leaned back into the bed, "Of course not, Zoro. I will only use it as you tell me to use it…so where should I go first?"

"Nowhere," he said without hesitation, "I don't want that thing anywhere near you. I want to be near you."

Nami felt the heat rush to her cheeks again, as well as everywhere else. She did not find a man's possessive attitude to be very attractive, but it was the lust in Zoro's dark eye that made his demands so enticing. It made her want to grant his wish, but she would need to make do with what she had.

"But Zoro," she mewed as her legs pushed and pulled the fabric bunched at her feet, "you're not here. And I'm…so lonely and bored. So, instead of making me wait or making me do it myself, why don't you tell me what you want to do and I'll let you watch."

"You promise you won't love it too much?" he asked innocently.

Nami hid her face least she laugh and spoil the mood, but he was quite too sweet and tender at times as if she could honestly find a toy that did all the things he could do to her…simultaneously at least. "No, Zoro…never. But for now…until you are near me again, will you promise to make me feel good?"

Zoro watched her but then nodded with a slight sulk. "Fine…uh…where do you want it?"

Nami gasped, "Zoro! That is literally the first time you are asking me that."

"What? I need to know where you want me to go!"

"You never need me to tell you before."

"Nami, I'm not there so-"

"So? You usually just listen and watch. What is so different now?"

He smirked, "Huh. Well, I don't get to get off, too."

Nami waved her finger at him. "How dare you, Zoro," she joked, "You think I would leave you all high and dry?" Zoro was about to speak when Nami came right up to the screen and gave it a small kiss. "I take care of you, too…always."

Zoro leaned back, threw an arm over his chair as he took a sip of his beer. "Fine, Nami. Get back on that bed…I want to see every part of you."

Nami obliged, "See, now we're getting into it."

"Put it on your breasts."

"Be specific, Zo-"

"Left nipple, that one is my favorite."

Nami moaned as she looked at the screen, "Playing favorites…how shameful."

Zoro took another sip of his beer, "Now the other nipple. While you pull the one you just left."

Nami did so, but Zoro stopped her with a shout, "Oi, oi. Are you following my orders or not?"

"I am…"

"No. When I pinch your nipples, I know the sound you make…you better do this right, or else you'll never get off."

Nami was about to give up on the whole charade, but upon seeing Zoro's intent on directing duties, she indulged him once more. As soon as she followed his rules, Zoro heard her quick exclaim as she pinched herself.

"That's it. Now…open your legs." Nami followed suit. "Keep pinching that nipple and put that thing right on your clit. Oh, look…you're so wet already?"

Nami moaned, "Stop wasting time…"

Now Zoro waved his finger at the screen. "You said I get to tell you exactly what you do. Don't break your promise just yet."

Nami moaned as the vibrator played with her below and her hand did the other half. "Don't…let…this go to your head."

Zoro chuckled as he licked his lips, "Actually…that's exactly where I want this to go."

Nami arched her back as the vibrator was making her hotter and hotter, but before she could let herself go, Zoro's voice broke through, "Stop."

She lifted her head up, the sheen of sweat lightly on her face, "Stop? Why?"

She was begging him, but he took another sip of his beer. "Take your panties off." Nami groaned but did as she was told. She put the bullet down and got the wet fabric off her hips. "Slowly," he said with a heavy voice, "I want to watch you do it slower." Nami rolled her eyes off camera but came closer as she took the cloth down her thighs, strands of wetness coming off the panties as they separated from her. She got them to her ankles and kicked them high into the air as she settled back on the pillow. "Now, put the vibrator back where it was…and move it in small…and slow circles."

Slow is exactly what she did not want to do. Slow was her own hands and fingers, which is why she resorted to using toys…and now, Zoro was making a game of her game. She did not like having so little control, even if she did ask for it. She had hoped he would let her get off much faster, but Zoro was turning out to be quite a vindictive and dramatic individual. He seemed to enjoy directing his first movie.

Nami exhaled loudly as her free hand clutched the pillow. The moistness of her body was making her lose traction of the vibrator. "Zoro…please…I can't take it anymore. Let me cum."

He liked listening to her, and the video was surprisingly clear as he watched her struggle to keep herself contained. Zoro would let her go, but it was going to be on his terms. "Fine, take your free hand and put one finger in...while you keep that vibrator there." Nami did it, and at first, her finger was not enough and she whined, so Zoro continued, "Add another." She did and then Zoro spoke again, "Two of your fingers…does that feel like one of mine?"

Tears were at the edge of her lashes as she went faster and faster. However, she was tired and suddenly pulled her fingers out and reached over the edge of the bed again.

"Hey, Nami! I didn't say you could stop." He looked frantically on the screen, eager to see what she would do next but as she settled back down, he frowned. "What…the…hell…is…that?"

She responded shakily, "It's a G-spot vibrator. My fingers just aren't doing it."

He watched her turn it on, and the buzzing was much louder and wilder. "It would if you just listen."

Nami looked at the screen with a smirk, "Oh, Zoro. It is only seven inches…I didn't bring my 10-inch one."

"10 inches? My God! How far do you want that thing to go? Up to your throat?" Nami ignored him as she opened her legs up and put some lube on the larger vibrating object. "Nami. Do not put that thing in there. Nami, I swear-"

"What do you swear, Zoro?" she asked annoyed. "You think this is the first time I've used one? I've literally had it on all our trips, but guess what…did I use it? No. Why use a cheap imitation when I have you?"

It was an oddly sweet statement, given the context and Zoro wiped his face with his hands as he leaned back. "Fine…I get it. I'm not there…so…just…let me do it…again."

"Do what?" Nami asked eagerly as she felt the vibrator at the edge of her.

"Let me…tell you…what to do," he mumbled.

She smirked, "Fine. You can still direct, but Zoro…this better be good or I promise it is the last time I ever call you. Ever. Again."

Zoro nodded and continued, "Okay, okay. Put it on your clit again."

"Zoro, it is-"

"Nami. I said I got it. Now, put it on your clit."

"Fine," she let out with a puff of air as the lowest setting of the vibrator sent electricity up her body once more.

"Now, lift your left leg by putting your hand underneath your thigh." She did and suddenly, it seemed like there was much more room to enter. "Now, put it in." Nami did with a satisfied sigh as she felt the grooved object touch every corner of her body. "Is that the highest setting?" She shook her head and he smiled, "Good. I want you to follow my rhythm, and when I say 'higher'…I want you to turn it up."

Nami nodded and Zoro started his chant. "In…out…in…out…" he continued like this as Nami struggled to keep her leg up. As soon as she waned, he told her to turn it up and then her body would jump at the increased stimulation. "Move it around, move it around…now in, out, in, out."

The wet squishing he heard through the call was so loud, it was palpable. Zoro could almost smell the familiarity of Nami, as he listened to her heavy breathing and elongated moans. Her back arched at every other word, and he knew she was close. "Nami, turn it to the highest."

"But Zor-"

"Nami! Now." She did and she could barely keep her fingers on the thing as it moved wildly inside her. Her leg was tired, so Zoro told her to go on her side, and that eased up the tension on her leg but not the one rising between them. She heard him say, "Now…look at me as you cum."

Nami turned her head, tears in her eyes, throat dry and sore from all her heavy breathing and all it took was to see him lick his lips at the sight of her to make her cry out in pleasure. The waves came and she tried her hardest to turn down the throbbing machine least she collapsed and not wake up in the morning. Of course, it had been at least a week since she last had such a good time, so her body felt almost restored. She turned the vibrator off and attempted to pull it but Zoro stopped her. "No, I want to see how wet you are. Open your legs and show me."

She bit her tongue from yelling at his superiority but found joy in knowing he would see his handiwork but not be able to touch it. She pulled it out slowly, the wet noises coming with each pull until it was fully outside of her and laid on the bed in a glorious shine.

"Well," he huffed, "now what?"

Nami pushed herself up off the bed and sighed, "Just…give me a second and I'll…I'll tell you what you can do."

He leaned back and glanced at the bulge in his already tight black pants. "Oh, so you're going to relieve me like I did you?" She nodded her head and Zoro smirked as he went to undo his belt. "I don't have any toys, you know."

She wiped the trails of salvia that escaped her mouth in the ordeal and leaned forward, "Good thing you always follow my directions, huh?"

He was about to show her exactly what she would need to work with, when his bedroom door flew open and a shrill voice came in, "Zoro! I'm leaving so come say goodbye!"

"Shit! Shit!" Zoro exclaimed as he tried to redo his pants and slammed the laptop close.

Perona flicked the lights on and laughed as she made her way to him, "Oh, calm down. As if I haven't caught you looking at porn before. Though…you'd think with all the lovely ladies that were here these past few days, you'd at least get some action."

Zoro screamed at the pink-haired girl as she nonchalantly made herself welcome in his quarters, "Get the fuck out, Perona! Shit! I'm not fucking 17 anymore."

She came behind him and gave him a pinch on the cheek, "Then you'd think you'd learn to lock your door by now."

"Maybe you shouldn't open unlocked doors!"

"Zoro, you sound stupid. Sto-"

"Zoro?" said the voice from the computer. Zoro stared at it in shock, but before he could stop her, Perona opened it up and grinned as Nami came on screen.

"Oh my God. A virtual prostitute?" Nami screamed as she grabbed her robe off the floor and covered herself, but Perona continued, "Wait a fucking second. Why does this prostitute have my new line?"

Zoro stared at the screen as Nami stared back. "She's not a prostitute, Perona."

"Yeah! And for your information, this…" she motioned to her barely covered body under the robe, "was a gift."

"A gift?" Zoro and Perona suddenly inquired together. Perona asked because she did not know anyone who would have her newest collection before it even hit the stores, but Zoro asked because Perona's collections were not for the general public. Even Victoria's Secret kept them in the XXX section for their most privileged patrons. Therefore, for someone to have gifted Nami a set…must have been someone who knew her that intimately.

"Um, yeah. My fashion designer friend, Keimi, gave it to me," she added on, though she did not know why, "Keimi, a girl…by the way."

Zoro grew relieved but Perona busted into laughter. "Oh, Keimi, that intern that belongs to Pappug? How is that sassy starfish?"

Nami blinked as she tried to recall. "Uh…do you mean Pappug or Keimi? I honestly-"

"Oh, I've seen Pappug on the dance floor. He's anything but a starfish in bed. I meant that young thing, Keimi. She always seemed shocked by something or another."

Perona suddenly opened her mouth very wide and showed her teeth, as her tongue stuck out and moved in an up and down, zigzag manner. Nami laughed, "Oh, yes…that's Keimi alright. But I don't understand…a starfish?"

Perona rolled her eyes as she spoke as if she was teaching a class, "You know? A very passive lover. Someone who lies down, usually missionary style and does nothing? Which is why I am surprised she had her hands on a Video Vixen camisole sex set. In black? Hmm, I feel like your skin tone and hair would have looked best in the blue and white combination."

Nami grew self-conscious as she took this information in, and Zoro stopped pondered to shove his hand in his sister's face. "Get the fuck out of her, Perona!"

Perona mumbled between his fingers, "Get your nasty hand out of my face. Who knows what kind of shit you did with it!"

"Get out of my room then!"

"Introduce me to your girlfriend then!"

"She's not my girlfriend and butt out!"

"I'll call Dad in here! Then he can meet the virtual stripper you talk to!"

Nami shouted in, "I'm not a freaking stripper either!"

"She's my coworker, you shithead!"

Perona stopped struggling and pulled away as she turned her head to the side, "You're telling me that this very attractive woman giving you virtual head is not your girlfriend but is actually your coworker?"

Zoro looked at the screen to Nami who just shrugged. "Yes?" he said unsure of himself.

Perona fixed her dress and laughed until she had tears in her eyes, "Oh, Zoro! You idiot! What kind of bullshit lie is that? Geez! If you didn't want me to meet your girlfriend, all you had to do was say so. Whoo! Coworker? I know Luffy is crazy but I doubt he'd let you two work together- I can practically smell the sex in here. Haha, whoo, okay. That was a good joke, so thanks for that." She looked fondly at Zoro who stared back at her angrily, "Alright, okay. I'll go. Bye, my sweet dumb brother." She turned to leave and called over her shoulder, "I won't tell Dad about this little thing you have going, but the man is only so young. He would like to meet your girlfriend during this lifetime, you know?"

Zoro was going to yell at her, but she gave him a quick "Ciao!" and closed the door behind her. He rushed to the door and locked it, then turned to see Nami no longer on the screen. "Nami? Oi, Nami!" She came back and had the robe fully on now, which made Zoro frown. "Oi, oi…you promised."

"And I'm sorry," she whispered, "My family is back…and though you may be okay with your family running into your room mid…whatever- I rather not scar my parents tonight. So, this is goodbye."

She was about to turn off the laptop when he stopped her, "Wait! I um…I'm sorry about all that."

Nami sighed and smiled, "You going to make this apologizing thing a habit?"

"I mean…for my sister. She can be…"

"A lot."

"Yes, a lot."

"Well, I never thought I'd meet the famous Perona as I wear one of her lines…while…sexting?"

"You call that sexting? I call that live-action porn."

"You calling me a porn star, Zoro?"

"Well, you're no starfish, Nami."

They laughed as the quietness settled between them. "Um, I'll…see you in a few days?"

Zoro looked at the screen and smirked, "Yeah. I guess you owe me in South Africa."

"You sure you know your way there?"

Zoro cracked his neck, "Shut up. Usopp and I are traveling together. He has some business there, so…"

"Ooo, trying to replace me?"

Zoro looked at her and she looked back, "I couldn't even if I tried, witch." Nami blushed again, and this time, Zoro caught it but he quickly cleared his throat and leaned back. "Well, I'll let you go then."

"Yeah…" Nami replied as she came close to the screen, "Hey, Zoro?"

"Hmm?"

She placed a kiss on it and smiled, "Thanks."

Before Zoro could keep her any longer, the call disconnected and Zoro frowned. He got up to close the still open window and plopped down on his bed with a cursed feeling of tension and soreness everywhere. This was not how he expected his night to be, but a beep by his bedside got his attention.

On it, a message from Nami said, "I never break my promises." There was a file attached and before he could open it, Nami sent another message, "Show this to anyone and I'll kill you."

He smirked as he opened the file and on his screen was Nami, finger in her mouth as she posed for the camera. Her hair was tousled and her outfit completely gone. Zoro whistled but sent her a reply, "You know I can't do anything with just a picture. I got used to hearing you, too."

There were a few minutes of silence and then his phone pinged again with a reply, "Don't say I never do anything for you. P.S. You might need headphones."

He did as he was told and as he put his earbuds in and pressed play, Nami's voice came on. It was a video transcript of their call, at least the 15-30 minutes of her moaning and panting nonstop, peppered with her calling out his name and begging for more. Zoro pressed pause, as he got comfortable. Suddenly, he smiled as he thought that calling her his girlfriend would not be the worst thing in the world.

Kiddos, I know I wouldn't update in a while, but maybe I'm just horny and had to get these images out of my head but ya'll...I feel like this was one of the longest pieces. Maybe as long as my first chapter. Brah, so long.

But I hope you enjoy it and do note that I promise to work on The Fighter...unless another bout of nasty thoughts invade my serene mind. Haha.