Thanks to who ever called the first chapter "[a] load of shit" you motivated me to finish writing this chapter instead of going groceries! This chapter goes out to you and your review.
When she wakes up after the party that refuses to stop has quieted down Nami traces the wounds that litter Zoro's chest the giant X from his battle with the world's greatest swordsman isn't even slowing him down. It motivates him in a way that the scars on her back never could, he sees a challenge where he either wins or dies and Nami sees someone else willing to throw away their life for nothing. She's just about to drift off to sleep full of booze and safe beside Zoro who is as strong as he is stupid. When a fight breaks out between the first mate and the captain that will call for intervention if the idiots don't tire themselves out first.
Somehow, Zoro's sense of direction only get better when someone was about to be killed. This was probably the least pleasurable way she had ended up underneath him, the assassins knew she was weaker than the other. When Zoro dripping with blood and somehow still standing, she used her skirts to hide the bloody mess of her leg, she could hear him mumbling about the other wondering if everyone else was okay. Nami convinced him that she couldn't walk, so she could press herself to him and listen to his heart beat and his lungs continue to breath. The fight wasn't over yet but next to Zoro she felt like they would make it to Luffy and win the war.
On Thriller Bark Zoro almost dies for his captain, Nami sees him beat Sanji so that he can take all of Luffy's pain alone. If Zoro could do this after every fight they had then, Nami thinks, he would be dead already and the list of the dead she mourns would grow even longer. She watches as he refuses to make a sound as the bubble of Zoro's pain grows smaller and smaller. She thinks about trying to join him, but if she tried she would end up on the ground just like Sanji. As soon as Zoro falls, Nami rushes to his side as she yells for someone to help. Nami doesn't stray far from his side until they reach Sabaody.
Nami was trying not to cry as the bubble she's in rises higher and higher and drifts farther away from the people she loves. Zoro was one of the first to go, be taken, vanish? All she knows is that he's still hurt from taking Luffy's pain and fighting to protect the crew from the giant robots. When she lay down beside him last night his breathing was too fast, fighting off pain or sickness she was terrified that she would lose him before someone got the guts to say that they weren't just fucking each other out of convence. Now she might never see them again before the bubble popped and she died alone out at sea
Two years later and Zoro gets somewhere first and nobody is dying, Nami thinks that this might be a change for the better. She pushes number one into her room and she's very happy to see the positive changes of their time apart, like the fact that he managed to get taller despite being and old man, and his new robe was so much easier to strip off of him. Nami stripped him bare fingers seeking out scars that she had never seen before, and maybe two years apart wasn't the time to spring this on your crewmate but he's been beside her when she needed him most so she finally let his hands map out her own scars as she was tossed down on the closest bed. Zoro fucking her relentlessly a million times felt better then when she would finger herself missing him, missing this. Even after she moans a broken word that they both know is just as much his name as it is the captain's. She pulls Zoro closer and even if he's closer to 30 than 20 he's like a teenager as he comes inside her and barely has time to catch his breath before his cock is twitching inside her and Nami is silently encouraging him for more, witch can be so greedy sometimes. When someone else barges in she throws her head back and moans louder as Zoro growls at them to fuck off he's busy. This time all Nami can think of is Zoro, pounding into her in time with his rough calloused fingers stroking her clit, when she comes he doesn't stop forcing her to peak again his thrusts feel like they reach deeper and deeper inside of her.
When she leaves to apologize to Robin for defiling her bed and Zoro yelling at her to get out of her own room, she kisses the scar that runs through his eyelid. Nami knows better than most that some scars have stories you don't want to share. And as she heads out the door in a bikini top that's struggling to hold her all in and jeans that look like they're fighting to stay on, she tells him what his new debt is.