Title: Mischief Managed

Word count: 850

Warning: Mature Sexual content M/F no actual sex but heavy flirting and body contact

Disclaimer: Eichiro Oda created One Piece, and Shonen Jump, not me, licenses it. I make no money for the writing of this fan fiction.

A/N: Written as part of the Orange and Green Forever NamixZoro 100 themes challenge on Google Plus.

The issue of bar stools wasn't always relevant, but the navigator and the swordsman sometimes wanted to make themselves more comfy. This was why this situation was getting awkward. Nami had made a bet with a handsome young man at the chessboard but when she collected her earnings, he attempted to snag her to him. Nami of course put a fist in his face and dodged into the crowd.

Running past Zoro she called out, "in a hurry!"

Zoro took her arm and tugged her into the crowd in line for the bar. He shoved her in front of him muttering, "You greedy witch who'd you bilk now?"

"Shh, I won fair and square," she hissed. He saw the wad of cash in her bra. "We gotta run."

"Not this time witch. I'm in line for booze, and I'm not losing my place," Zoro grumbled.

"Zoro!" Nami pleaded. "I'll knock 20,000 off your debt! Let's go..."

"Just hide in front of me," mumbled the swordsman, glancing around. Pushing her so his tall body blocked hers from view, he wrapped his arms around her.

At first Nami was going to smack him but as she turned, she saw a huge line forming behind them for drinks. His sword hilts hid her tattooed arm and his arms her orange hair. Smirking she turned around so her boobs pressed into his haramaki. Other women, whether whores, thieves, or pirates, were doing the same thing.

Zoro nudged Nami further up as the line advanced. In his peripheral vision, he could sense a few people scanning the crowd. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or something pressing into her belly. Smirking she decided to tease him a bit, squirming against him while she turned with her back to him

The swordsman saw the flash of mischief. He felt her backside pressed to his groin. It was no coincidence he was sure. Therefore, he wrapped both his arms around her again and nestled his bulge against the cheeks of her bottom. Nami inhaled sharply in shock and delight. Especially when she felt him whisper with hot breath on her ear, "hmmm, that's one hell of a line for the bar..."

"I wonder," she purred back, tipping her head up. "If we can get a seat..."

"Dunno," Zoro countered, tracing his tongue down her ear. "Depends. But I've got a perfect comfy seat for a bossy witch."

Ooh, so he was playing for real? Nami wiggled her bottom the moment Zoro ground into her. "Close quarters..."

"Very," Zoro hissed. She flicked his triple earrings with a finger so they lightly jingled.

"I wonder if they have the 7 inch glasses," mused the navigator, rocking back and forth. Zoro held her in place so they could relieve one another.

"Oi, stop playing," he mumbled, inhaling her scent. He kissed her neck softly and breathed heavily in her ear.

"That's not the only thing I enjoy playing with," Nami giggled as she stuck her tongue out. Zoro bent over to flick his tongue against hers. She tensed and shivered in delight to such an extent her legs almost gave out. Only Zoro's strong arms wrapped just under her breasts kept her in place.

"I think they've got 9 and 10 inch ones," he hoarsely growled in her ear giving her that feral lopsided grin.

Nami had to take in deep breaths to keep from turning around and jumping him. Playfully she stepped towards the bar and Zoro rubbed up against her. He held up his fingers, calling out, "Two bottles of whisky..."

He pinned her against the bar rocking his hips. She rested her elbow on his sword hilts and turned her head. Zoro caught her in a quick peck to her lips. Nami was about to separate herself from him as she said, "Looks like I gave them the slip…"

"Oh no witch, the only thing you'll slip is into my lap… and join me for a drink," Zoro purred into her ear as he snared her around the waist. She squawked in protest before he picked her up under his arm and backed into the nearest barstool.

"Hey, let go you grabby swordsman!" she snapped, kicking her legs. However, she didn't complain much from the shock of him plopping into his lap. Especially since his bulge rubbed into her curved bottom.

Zoro snagged the two bottles of whisky given by the bartender, and shoved one into Nami's hands. "You really want me to let go of you?" he murmured into her ear

Bracing her hand on the bar Nami shifted a bit until she nestled her backside just where she wanted his hardness in an effort to get the most comfortable. Zoro parted his legs slightly so hers folded in between his. Both swigged down a tug of whisky from their respective bottles and pretended the sigh was from that as much as each other's mutual comfort and sexual friction.

Yes, he could manage her mischief sometimes, Zoro thought to himself, distracting Nami with a little wiggle now and then of his hips.