Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, Eichiro Oda does.

Prompt: Stripes

He looked decent for a change. Not that the navigator could complain about his usual outfits. Mostly the green haired swordsman wore most of his shirts unbuttoned to reveal that scarred chest.

Did he deliberately leave the shirts unbuttoned because he suspected she watched him? Nami found herself tempted to find out.

The next port of call found the Going Merry dragged up a slope for careening. Six straw hats bustled about applying black wash and white wash. Nami had worn a bikini top with long shorts, showing a good degree of skin.

Close to her Sanji continued to apply layer after layer of the nasty smelling black wash. Robin's multiple arms sprouting over the place combined with Luffy's stretching power helped them reach the places that were inaccessible to the non devil fruit users.

One horizontal stripe of black wash covered and aligned with another. Nami sponged at her sweaty brow with the back of her hand. Was it her imagination or was it Zoro that walked close and pushed water into her hand?

"Ladies deserve lemonade, shitty swordsman," huffed Sanji as he shoved Zoro aside. Grateful, Nami cracked open the water bottle and lifted it to her lips to drink. She did her best to ignore the two rivals shoving and swinging at each other in the hot sand.

Later she and Robin sat under the refreshing shade of coconut tree out of the noonday sun blaring brassily overhead. Black wash and white wash had been applied, and Sanji pushed glasses of lemonade into their hands.

Zoro's striped shirt lay draped over a piece of driftwood nearby. She glanced over to where Zoro swung an axe overhead. Sweat glistened on his hard muscled torso with each blow of the axe that split wood.

At the moment Luffy wolfed down his share of sandwiches alongside Chopper. Usopp reached for the last tuna salad sandwich yet Luffy's hand stretched out and grabbed it out from under the sniper's long nose.

"Robin cwan, another glass of lemonade?" Nami heard the cook smoothly ask. Kneeling on one knee in the hot sand no less. Nami stood up, taking her half finished glass of lemonade over to where Zoro stood.

"You're not going to pass out on my watch!" She called out to Zoro.

"Please witch, this is nothing. You should have passed out barking out all those orders this morning," he shot back with a smirk.

Matching over when he lowered the axe for a moment she shoved the lemonade at him with one hand. However she stood facing away. "Here. Finish it off. It's too sour!"

Zoro arched an eyebrow. "Did you spit in it, or something?"

"No! Just drink it, you moss head!" Nami growled. She felt his huge hand whisk it away and turned to see him with his head tilted back. His Adam's apple bobbed with each sip. Droplets of lemonade streaked down his neck in small vertical stripes.

"You don't have to watch me finish it. I know it's not poisoned," he deadpanned.

"I'm not watching you! Why would I waste my time doing something so stupid?" Nami huffed. Her shoulders and neck tingled with increased heat as did her face.

"Please witch, you've been ogling me this entire time," Zoro murmured, stepping close so his breath fanned her face. Inches from her he towered over so that sweaty gleaming chest was level with her nose. His cool shadow fell over her.

"I hope you sunburn for saying such crap," snorted Nami.

"Come here," Zoro grunted, taking her arm and tugging her over to where his shirt lay draped over the branch.

"Let go of me, you idiot," Nami muttered, her heart pounding.

"You need this," Zoro grunted, releasing her arm. Darting around behind her he snagged his shirt and tossed it over her shoulders.

"I don't need your sweaty shirt," she protested.

"Yes you do," Zoro whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind to hold the shirt in place. His lips hovered by her sensitive ear, tickling it with a kiss.

"The hell I do," she panted back. Was he insisting she cover up? What was his game?

"You've got a sunburn in the works," Zoro chuckled, stepping out from behind her.

Grumbling in frustration, missing his body proximity. Her skin tingled and her cheeks hummed red but it wasn't just due to a sunburn.

"Nami swan! You forgot your sunscreen!" Sanji called out to her. Clutching the striped shirt around her she rushed after Zoro.