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De-Ji woke up, tasting the inside of her mouth. It tasted funny. She decided to get up and go get a drink. She stumbled off, her legs still wanting to sleep. She blinked blearily and kept walking to the kitchen. Sanji wasn't up yet, which was strange, but she was grateful for it. She didn't want any flavored drink, just water. Sanji was annoying anyway. She shrugged it off and reached for the fridge, where her nice cool water bottle awaited her. Her hand knocked against the lock that was put there to prevent Luffy from taking midnight snacks. She glared at the lock, and then sighed. She turned around and reached inside one of the cabinets for a cup. Her fingers found one, and she pulled it down and looked at it. It gleamed mockingly in the moon's light, it's mouth being a large crack in it. It couldn't hold anything, much less water! She threw it on the ground, not caring if Sanji got mad in the morning. She reached up for another one, and got an unbroken one this time. She grinned at it, and walked to the sink quietly. She ran some water, wincing in anticipation of somebody waking up at the seemingly large sound, and exhaled with relief when nobody did. She put the cup under the clear, streaming water and waited until it was about 3/4 of the way full. She raised the cup to her lips, and drank for a long while. The nice, cool water running down her throat felt so nice! When she finished the water, she left the cup in the sink for Sanji to clean the next day. She walked out, a little less tired, and accidentally ran into the corner of the doorway.
"ow." she muttered, complaining to herself as she rubbed her shoulder. She looked around, and sighed in relief that nobody was there to see her. First of all, she was in some quite skimpy pajamas, and second, she didn't want anybody to see her bumping blindly into things. Her pajamas were cute, she had to admit. It was a white nightgown that showed an ample amount of bosom, covered in lace, came down only to about her knees, and was quite thin. As she acknowledged the last part, she shivered and rubbed her arms trying to warm them from the cold night. She walked off, leaving her embarrassment behind her. She closed her eyes, testing her knowledge of the ship, and walked on. She stumbled a couple of times over some nails, but she turned at the right times and didn't run into any walls. She almost yelped when she was grabbed from behind, but calmed down when she noticed Zoro's voice whispering in her ear,
"Hello. Why are you up?" She sighed, and blushed remembering her pajamas. He chuckled and discreetly took in her scent, which was especially good this night. He could smell her shampoo that she used. Strawberry scented. And her soap was lavender scented. The mixture was a nice smell to him, and her body heated up as he kept her there, hugging her small waist.
"Zoro..?" she whispered and he nodded, letting her feel his nod. She relaxed some more, then he felt her muscles tighten up as she noticed what she was wearing. Reading her actions, he said quietly,
"It doesn't matter." She slowly relaxed again, and Zoro started rocking from side to side, and De-Ji joined in once she caught his rhythm. It was so warm with her against his body, and her scent was starting to drive him crazy with emotions. She moved her head backward, resting it on his chest, and he opened his eyes, enjoying the look of pure adoration in her face. Her eyes were closed, and her full lips were partially opened. It almost looked like she was inviting him in for a kiss. He smirked for a second or two, and then moved his head down to connect them even closer. He felt her lips curve upward when they connected, and he smiled a little too. When they parted again, De-Ji pulled away from his hug regretfully, and turned around to look at
him. He was in his pajamas too, and she didn't exactly approve of his attire, but it was his life. He wasn't even wearing a shirt, and his tan muscled chest seemed to shout to the world, 'LOOK AT MY SCAR!' He was wearing some flannel pajama bottoms, with were just a plain blackish color. She then looked up into his face, and saw the pure emotions he was feeling at that moment in time. Her lips curved upward again, against her accord, and Zoro grinned back at her. Feeling awkward, she said quietly,
"Well, good night." She said, and he just grunted back. Then they parted ways, and went back to bed and deep, contented slumber.