Survey My Body

ZoNami Week – Day 06: Map / Road Trip

Rating: T (*wink wink*)

Summary: Sometimes, you only need to discover the way in which a person learns in order to teach them something new.

Word Count: 1,993 words

PLEASE NOTE: I listened to "Shark in the Water" by V V Brown while writing this. Feel free to play it in the background while you read, if you want to get into the mood for today's theme~ (I first heard this song on Degrassi… I think they were at a carnival?)

"Don't you dare put that on me!" Warned Zoro, and he meant every word. However, to Nami's ears, that was the weakest command he had ever attempted to issue to her. It might have to do with his lazy position as he laid sprawled out on her bed, given that the only intimidation he directed towards her was found in the typical foul expression on his face that seemed to be engraved into his features. Her sheets sat appealingly low on his body, and when combined with the way his arms rested behind his head, it gave her the most delicious view of the most manly, muscular, sexy body she had ever seen.
She couldn't help but bite her lip.

Then, uncap her lipstick.

"Nami!" Now he sounded much more believable in his disdain towards her cosmetic scheme.

Rolling her eyes, Nami let the cap fall unceremoniously to the floor and failed to directly address his protest. Instead, she decided to straddle his body – hovering directly above the edge of that dangerously low sheet – and observe the terrain that was his strapping chest, arms, and torso. She felt him flinch beneath her, and she could not decide if she appreciated that response, or if she should be offended by it. Given the horror she spied behind the steel-shade of his one good eye, she supposed it would not hurt to explain herself.

Her free hand gently patted pelvis in a supposedly comforting manner. "I just going to make sure you don't get lost when we land."

"I won't, okay? And you've never even been here before – you don't even know what you're going to draw." Pointed out the disgruntled man pinned underneath her, the very same lover who had been smiling with evident satisfaction no more than a handful of moments ago.

A swirl of pride circulated within her thin form, giving rise to a rather red glow in her cheeks. "I can surmise a few things about the island before we even get there, just based on what I saw up in the Crow's Nest!" They were both correct in regards to her knowledge of the newly discovered destination she had located; her lack of exploration did mean that she had very little information to provide him with, and yet, all the swordsman really needed to know was the basic layout she could easily assume based off of her findings. The hands she promptly planted on her hips were meant to further demonstrate her confidence in such a claim.

Arching a disbelieving brow towards her, Zoro unenthusiastically asked, "And why can't you draw on yourself?"

The Thousand Sunny rode over a rather large wave, and then another before Nami gave her reply in the form a lone action: she motioned to her voluptuous breasts. She observed the way he looked over her naked bust with both sincere respect and carnal appreciation in one quick glance, only to follow up his intense gaze with an unhappy huff. His arms had since come to rest at his sides and it allowed for his hands to find themselves a place to rest against the smooth skin of her thighs.

It was not a sign of admitted compliance, but she most definitely going to take advantage of the sudden silence.

"Besides," she hummed as she began to lean over him, tracing every single muscle with her adoring eyes, "your body is like a rocky terrain, so it's much more realistic."

"Hmph," scoffed the swordsman. He had openly dismissed her words, yet the tips of his fingers were periodically, almost rhythmically pressing against her flesh, as if massaging her legs absentmindedly. "so do you crumple up your map paper before or after you draw on it?"

"Oh, shut up." Nami reprimanded him, regretful that he managed to force a smile out of her intended frown. He began to show signs of a smirk appearing on his face too, and so the navigator dove right in and placed the tip of her crimson lip stick directly below his right shoulder, at the top of his pectoral. Instantly, his urge to grin dissipated. The grip of his hands intensified too, though she supposed he needed to hold onto something, in order to believe that her map drawing session on his chest was actually happening.

Clearing her throat, Nami drew the outline of a piece of paper as though she was genuinely intending to chart the mysterious island and required the dimensions to be outlined before filling out her grid. She realized how foolish it was to take the playful activity so seriously, and internally decided to fight her natural instinct to draw a compass to indicate orientation.

Even if it might serve him well to have a compass with him at all times.

Hm, a gift idea she would need to consider.

"Okay, so the island looks like it's shaped like a heptagon…" As the word fell from her lips, Nami wondered if the swordsman would know which shape she was referring to in her description. She snuck a peek at his expression in search of any sign of confusion or thoughtfulness, and was surprised herself to see that Zoro was much too focused on her drawing than he was her words. She supposed that it was better that he missed what she had said, in case an argument arose from her questioning of his awareness of geometric shapes. Carrying on, she dragged her lipstick along the seven sides of the nameless island and then drew an oval horizontal oval off to his left.

"What the hell is that?" Questioned her human canvas immediately.

"That's the Sunny, to show you which direction we are coming in from." She explained while tapping the minimalistic representation of their otherwise massive vessel.

Zoro observed her illustration and, after a moment, looked directly into her eyes and stated, "That's just a flat circle."

"Be imaginative!" Ordered the artist in question. Angered by his lack of cooperation, Nami took to drawing the meaning of her name – wave – multiplying as if a storm was circling the isle, and she had summoned it with her wrath.

Zoro caught onto her motivation all most too quickly and attempted to steal the lipstick from her hand. "Oi, oi!" She had anticipated his restless hands trying to steal away her chosen drawing tool at one point or another, and she was instantly ready to draw back her hand in the nick of time. Her empty palm slapped his shoulder and applied a great deal of force to keep him pinned to her bed, even though he could more than easily defy her and perhaps force them to switch positions if he wanted them to. Still, he begrudgingly obeyed and simply mimicked her aggression by returning his hands to their resting place on her thighs with a heavy thud.

"Just stay still! I have very simple instructions to draw out and then you're done, okay?" Being as merciful as she was, Nami decided to compromise on her map's detailing if it meant that he would remain still for just a tad bit longer.

Zoro released a breathy chuckle when he replied, "Then don't attack me. Your little mountains look like I was bitten by a shark."

Little mountains…?

"Zoro…those are waves."
"What?"

"The island is that shape in the middle! Those are…those are waves, you idiot!" She wanted to scream at him, convey the frustration he had caused her in suggesting that she didn't know how to illustrate water, and even dare him to do a better job than she had!

However, Nami could barely finish her insult due to the overwhelming fit of giggles that had overtaken her. She could not believe the absurdity of his 'interpretation' that it made her even wonder what she saw in such an uncultured brute as Roronoa Zoro! As she felt him grip her legs, using her legs firm placement at his side for leverage as he sat up properly, she knew that their doodling session was officially over.

In all honesty, she didn't know if she could handle another unique analysis of his.

Nami found the strength to look up at him while she sat awkwardly on his newly positioned lap, then she dug deep for the decency to keep her stare locked with his. Those glossed lips of hers curled inward in the hopes that she could control her laughter while facing the brunt of his displeasure; she had turned him into a humanoid piece of chart paper, so it was understandable that he would be annoyed when she laughed at him after—

Her back arched while the prominent touch of his hands slid up the sides of her body. Zoro held her waist in his clutches as they sat on her bed, his anger nearly palpable between them. What was he going to do, toss her off of him in a fit of rage? He had shoved her before in order to protect her – he wouldn't be so cruel due to a bruised ego in the privacy of her quarters, would he!? No, that would be too cruel!

Not as cruel as crushing her body against his and sharing the unfinished map's imprint with her naked body.

"Z-ZORO!" Hollered the unsuspecting navigator, adding on a wordless screech when he began to squirm while gripping her body close to his. His strong arms even wrapped around her back so that she had no hope of escaping his grasps! And just when she thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, the rumbling of his chest as he laughed at her expense resonated in her body, thanks to their now compressed proximity, "Let…go of me!"

He did not try to defend himself, or tell her to relax. Zoro released her in the blink of an eye – revealing the fiendish smirk he wore as if he was proud of what he had done! – and took to observing just how well the transference of her drawing had been with his best effort. Unfortunately for the man inexperienced with the staying power of a lip-staining lipstick, he was met with great disappointment to find that his ploy was ultimately fruitless.

After his blatant attack, Nami refused to restrain her giggling. With that sullen look on his face, Zoro raised his voice over her snickering at his expense as he demanded, "You better get this off of me!"

"C-Come on, let's go to the bathroom." She instructed between the breaths she took in order to survive her fit. She climbed off of him and sauntered her nude body over to the washroom, awaiting to hear the shuffling of sheets that would indicate Zoro joining her at the sink. When he failed to move right away, an idea struck her and she shouted at him, "And don't even think about rubbing it off on my sheets!"

"They need to be washed anyway!" Retorted the demon hunter, the second Supernova of the crew, the hopeful successor to the title of the World's Greatest Swordsman, threatening to smudge her lipstick doodle all over her bed sheets while simultaneously referring to the mess they made of her bed after all of the sex they had had before she decide to draw on him.

She had really found herself a charming lover, hadn't she?

Her first response was a groan of disbelief at his naïve antics. However, when she suddenly met her own gaze in the bathroom mirror and the realization that she never finished her map dawned on her, she surprised herself by refraining from becoming disappointed or angry herself!

No, it was fine – giving him a sponge bath now only meant that she would need to draw a completed map once they had properly explored the island, meaning she had found new motivation to both see him again tonight, and to buy herself a fresh tube of lipstick.

Maybe an orange shade would suit his learning needs a lot better.

Author's Notes:

Believe it or not, the idea came to me as an interpretation of a scene from Fifty Shades of Grey; Christian allows Ana to draw on him with lipstick in order to indicate where he is and is not comfortable with her touching him, so I took that idea and brightened it up! I really enjoy writing for post-puppy love ZoNa because it means they aren't acting like schoolchildren, you know? They feel like they're acting their ages here and I love it! Hope you did too, and hope to see you again tomorrow!