Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible.

Rating: T

Note: From the 24 hours prompt request in my tumblr by anon.

24 Hours

[22:04] | [10:04 PM]

"Nami… what are you doing?"

Nami reluctantly lifted her head up from her comfortable position to glare at the man who was lying underneath her.

"Zoro… what are YOU doing?!"

She was only answered with a loud yawn and the orange-haired woman petulantly raked her fingernails against the skin of Zoro's abdomen. She felt him twitch under her, before his large hand wrapped itself around her wrist.

"Why is your hand inside my shirt?"

Nami let out a 'tch'. "Why are you sleeping?" She questioned back, shifting from her position so she could rest her chin atop his chest. She might have dug it into his stupid pectorals a lit-tle bit forcefully… and that was deliberate of course. "We're supposed to be watching this movie Zoro!"

The green-haired man yawned again, shuffling his body upwards slightly. "I am watching."

"No you are not! You are sleeping!" Nami prodded his nose with an accusing finger. He swatted her hand away. "I heard you snore!"

"Pffft."

"Mou!" Nami groaned. Zoro was never really the one with a long attention span. Movie nights with him often end up with the large man dead asleep on the couch while she finishes the rest of the film, draped comfortably on top of him, with his arms wrapped around her.

She watched as his unscarred eye drifted close again, while the hand that was initially holding her wrist, trailed up her arm almost in a caressing manner. His other arm that remained hooked around her waist the whole night began to travel down south.

Not that she is complaining. But…

Nami gave a small squeak when she felt his hand squeeze the plush cheek of her ass, before pushing her body upwards and closer to him.

"You do know the movie's boring?" Zoro whispered lowly against her ear, his breath warm and tickling against her skin; his tone undeniably suggestive, sending shivers down her spine.

She answered him with a roll of her brown eyes. But still that didn't stop the quirking of the corners of her lips.

Nami laughed as he smirked at her. He is so right. The movie IS boring.

Maybe they can find something else to do instead before they turn in for the night.

– The End –

R and R please.