Disclaimer: I don't own the One Piece universe.
Characters: Nami, Usopp
Relationships: Nami x Usopp
Summary: Usopp protects Nami from the invisible men who aren't there, but she can't let him look at her.
Rating: T
Contains: References to Past (Canon) Sexual Assault
Prompt: 100 Women #028 "Naked"

Don't Look

"Don't look," Nami warned. It came out much more confident than she felt.

Usopp very dutifully kept his back to her, standing straight and tall. He'd squared his shoulders, too, to look more intimidating or something. Thick messy curls were tied back with that old, faded bandana. And a slingshot—the old one from Syrup Village—was clenched in one fist.

He was at the ready, on the look-out for something.

For a long moment, Nami stared at his back. Watching the muscles and vertebrae shift slightly under dark skin. She was half tempted to press herself up against his back and tangle her fingers in those dark curls.

Then, slowly, she began to strip out of her clothes. She shut her eyes tight, trying not to think of the last time she'd been totally naked. When the invisible man had grabbed her wrists and licked her navel to nose.

Say something, Nami urged Usopp silently. Lie to me. Tell me how Captain Usopp-sama once fought off twenty invisible men and won. With one hand tied behind his back. When he was four.

Unsurprisingly, he hadn't heard her, didn't start talking.

Slowly, she stepped up close to him and took his hand in hers. "Sit with me," she started tugging him towards the bath. "Don't look." She guided him to sit on the edge of the tub before splashing into the water.

The water was nearly scalding; Nami's skin turned pink right away. She took a deep breath and then ducked down under the hot water. Hoping she could wash away the feeling of that tongue.

Burn it away, really. Get rid of the gross feeling of his saliva on her bare skin.

She scrubbed at her skin with a washcloth and soap, violently. As hard as she could manage, to try and cleanse herself of that feeling. Until she couldn't hold her breath any longer.

Usopp was still there when Nami broke through to the surface again. His back to her, strong and sturdy. He was still watching the door dutifully. Waiting for an invisible man that wasn't there, that wasn't coming. And yet, he still waited, slingshot clutched in his hand.

Slowly, carefully, she moved towards him again. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her lips to his shoulder. Part of her felt slightly guilty for soaking him.

She whispered into his skin, "Don't look."