He was determined to make it there before Nami. As he passed countless flights he hoped all his training had paid off. Zoro was out of breath when he reached his front door. Yes, he thought as he opened the door. He'd beaten Nami.
"Welcome home Green," Zoro turned around after shutting his door behind him.
On his sofa sat Nami.
"I beat you, what do I win?" she asked standing up.
Zoro had noticed that Nami hadn't put any more of her clothes on. Instead she'd removed her shawl. Zoro couldn't help it, she was just so beautiful.
"Again with the looking," Nami said crossing her arms.
Zoro cleared his throat.
"Sorry," he managed to mumble.
"Dinner's on me, since you won the race," he added.
"Cool," she said rising onto her toes.
"Oh, Zoro?" she began as he walked off into the kitchen to try and find something to drink.
"Do you have anything I can sleep in?"
"Sure," Zoro answered taking out two beers from the fridge and putting them on the counter.
"You can wear anything in the second draw," he called as she ran into his bedroom.
Zoro took a seat on the sofa and began to drink. He was surprised at how much self control he had considering Nami was practically naked and mentally applauded himself.
"Zoro?" Nami said as she stepped into the living room. "Is this okay?"
Zoro's jaw dropped and he stared wide eyed at the orange haired woman. She was wearing one of Zoro's black t-shirts that may as well have been a dress to her. Through the t-shirt Zoro could tell that the woman wasn't wearing a bra.
"Na-Nami!?" he stuttered.
"Don't worry I'm still wearing my underwear just not my bikini top," she said calmly.
She took as seat next to Zoro and snatched the bottle out of his hands before taking a swing.
"Oi!" Zoro snatched it back from her. "There's one in the kitchen for you."
"Cheers," she said as she skipped into the kitchen.
She sat down moments later with the bottle firmly in her grasp.
"So what movie are we watching?" she asked curling her legs underneath her body.
She was still quite a way away from Zoro but even so he could feel little beads of sweat forming on his head and little bolts of electricity pulsing through his veins. His mind tuned out and all he could see was Nami's smooth and silky skin. It was everywhere, surrounding him, pulling him into her, closer, closer.
"Zoro?" she waved her hand in front of his face.
"Uh?" Zoro's mind snapped back to what was in front of him and to the small tent that had formed beneath his trousers.
"What movie are we watching?" she repeated obviously not noticing Zoro's arousal.
"You pick," he said leaning back.
"Fine," she huffed. "But then your picking what we have for dinner."
Zoro shrugged as she clambered off the sofa and over to the DVD cabinet. She pulled out a DVD almost immediately and held it up for Zoro to see.
"How about this one? It's your favorite isn't it?"
By the time Nami had sat back down on the sofa Zoro's erection had disappeared completely. She nudged closer to him, hauling her knees up to her chest. The movie began and Zoro couldn't help but smile at the orange haired woman's choice.
"How did you know this was my favorite?" Zoro asked as the opening credits began.
Nami felt a blush creep onto her cheeks and she looked away.
"You told me at the beginning of summer," she answered.
"And you remembered?!" he added.
"Yeah, I guess," she said turning back to face him.
Zoro's hand came up to cup Nami's cheek and she closed her eyes as he began to lean in.
"Thank you, for remembering," he said as his lips met hers.
Their kiss started off soft and gentle but before long their tongues were exploring each others mouths, seeking out the places that would make the other moan. A moan escaped from Nami's soft lips and she swung her legs onto Zoro's lap so that she was straddling him. Zoro's erection was now straining against the fabric of his trousers.
"Nami," he breathed against her neck.
Nami wrapped her legs around his torso as their kiss deepened. Zoro pulled away slightly, staring into her eyes he began to speak.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
Nami nodded and Zoro placed his lips against hers once again as he carried her into the bedroom. His hands firmly grabbed her waist as he sat them down on the bed. Nami's hands ran down the man's back and a small moan slipped from his mouth. She smiled against his parted lips before pulling out of the kiss.
She lifted her arms allowing Zoro to pull the t-shirt over the woman's head. Nami's nipples were hard as Zoro rubbed circles over them. She moaned throwing her head back. His hands worked down her sides, edging closer to her hips. Zoro's thumbs snuck beneath the waistband of her pants. Their eyes met, Nami's ever so often drifting away from his.
"Zoro?!" she whispered her eyes once again meeting his.
"I haven't done this before," she said looking away.
Zoro pulled one of his thumbs out of her pants and cupped her cheek.
"Hey, only if you want to," he answered moving his hand round to the back of her neck and pulling her forward.
Their lips moved in sync and once again each others' tongues sort out the places that would effect the other. Zoro moaned into the orange haired woman's mouth as she ran her hands down his back. Nami leaned back onto the bed, pulling Zoro with her. She pulled away smiling.
"I'm ready," she whispered.