Nami's hair settled with the wind as she quit reminiscing. She suddenly came to when a sound sliced through the night's silence. It was subtle but distinct it made her livid! It was really late! It was unconcerned! It was lazy! It was unrefined it was…"ZORO ARE LATE" "shut up witch I'm not even that late" "I AM NOT A WITCH STOP CALLING ME THAT" "do you ever stop griping devil-woman?" "EXCUSE ME I DO NOT GRIPE, I ONLY STATE THE MOST OBVIOUS FACTS YOU JACKA-" her mouth was silenced from the contact of another she rolled her eyes indignantly and calmed down she never closed her eyes only stared into his also opened eyes but his eyes bore an extremely cocky gaze. It annoyed Nami to no finish. Zoro ended their kiss with a very obnoxious "MWAH" as he fashioned grin equally as cocky as his gaze Nami met his now completed cocky persona with a furrowed brow and an angry puckered lip. Just as she was going to reattempt a lecture of his leisurely attitude, Zoro again thwarted her but this time it was a obnoxious and drawn out "UGGHHHHHH" as he rolled his eye. Nami was about to bust an artery from sheer anger! "DON'T YOU DARE HUFF AT—" he again kissed her but this time it was
a kiss of passionate proportions Zoro cocooned her in his possessive embrace she didn't even have time to move her arms to hold his back. She was smashed against his powerful chest as he claimed her lips once more. Her only method of fighting back was to return his kiss with the same fervent neediness. Her anger gradually eroded away until it was done away with completely. She smiled into the kiss for she could resist it no longer. The jingling of his earrings alerted her to his presence and proximity. Their distinct light, metallic, tinking told her he was here. There was no telling what the hell was going on between them it confused the hell out her, and she assumed Zoro was equally confused. They had tried to forget that fateful night, but it only made their squabbling more rabid and fierce. After a couple of weeks they finally had given in. Nami wondered… maybe even hoped… that more than just kisses and innocent embraces lay in their future. Whose to say.
