One Piece isn't mine. So please don't sue me…
Careful Explorations, rated PG (for a touch of language)
The warm weight that eased itself carefully over Zoro's lap unwillingly roused the swordsman from his mid-afternoon nap. He grunted in displeasure. The smell and quiet breathing revealed his lap's new occupant to be Luffy, but as to why the boy was there in the first place, he had no idea.
Fingers running through the short tufts of his hair finally peaked his curiosity enough to make him drowsily open his eyes. Rough hands dropped to press flat against Zoro's chest, pink tongue peeking from the corner of Luffy's mouth as he concentrated on his steady exploration. Zoro watched his captain quizzically; the fingers finally came to rest on the narrow spread of his hips. "Oi, Luffy, what are you doing?"
"Hm?" Luffy twitched, as if just noticing Zoro's return to consciousness. "Oh. Hey, Zoro."
The swordsman growled and poked the rubber boy in the stomach. "Dumbass. I asked, what's with all the touchy-feely crap."
"Oh." Luffy laughed, rocking back against Zoro's knees. "I was thinking… you don't have long hair, or boobs, or round hips. But you have extra bits that I do like."
Zoro blinked, unsure whether to be horrified or amused. "I hope so. I'm a guy." His eyes narrowed. "Were you talking to the idiot love-cook again?"
"Mmm-hmm," his captain replied, turning to plop back against the broad expanse of Zoro's chest.
"You should know better; women are all he thinks about."
"I was just trying to figure out what was so good about them. But… I like you more than girls, anyway." He sighed happily as Zoro wrapped arms around his waist. "Though you'd be more fun to nap on if your chest was softer."
Zoro snorted and ignored the giggles that erupted from beneath that straw hat.
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