Love.
"He has nightshift tonight", Robin's words fill the room and pull the strings of her heart in full awareness what the archaeologist implies.
"When does he not.", Nami sighs, while watching Robin just getting comfortable in her bed with another new book in her hands. It is beyond a miracle that Zoro is surviving on a 4 hour sleeping rhythm plus a couple of light naps. A skill, she just recently became to fully appreciate.
"And we might have some liquor on bord.", Robin adds in a hinted smile.
Nami looks up from the floor on which she sat with a couple of bellis spread around her, she had been preparing the next allowances for the crew as well as calculating how much she generally had collected. The words thrown out by her friend, urge Nami to observe Robin for a moment.
"Thank you.", she murmurs as the implied support Robin is thereby directing her way when it comes to pursing the swordsman. Since there is no doubt in her mind, that Robin knows and detected her pathetic approaches of growing her space in Zoro's life. And his slow acceptance of it.
Though, she does not expect to see the archaeologist wink in reply. "Not saying that for you…. Well not only."
For him.
"The others?"
"Most of them collected already in the man's quarter. Pity neither of us has haki to check.", she says while still having the ability to spy on any of their members with her powers.
Nami nods. "Maybe one day.", she grins and organises the paper bills in full care, however, in less calmer and slow manner than usual.
Some sake would definitely be nice idea.
Some swordsman, even better.
Robin probably does clearly know that there absolutely will liquor to be found.
Once she finished up, her feet drag her to the galley and upon opening the fridge, she took out a wonderful new bottle of a very fine Sake. That Sanji had kept that in here without her knowledge.
Sanji… since that night he had been a lot quieter. Finally giving space to all his other traits that normally disappear in his constant overload of 'care' towards the females on board.
Nami and Robin had finally properly labelled his inappropriate harassment. Thus, according to their final use of those terms and direction them towards the cook as the source of it, seems to have been the required kick his clouded mind needed to fully grasps the emotional assault his actions cause.
In a quick motion, she takes the steps from the galley right to the roof of the observatory deck of the sunny, which is where she has last seen the swordsman disappear. And indeed, there she is confronted with the broad back of the one playing with her heart string. He is already engaged in his latest training set facing the dark ocean. Just the dimmed light around the railing gave some light. Her reminding again what a brilliant shipwright Franky was and how well, he worked with Usopp's designs idea.
Her eyes glide over his moving body as he repeats the same move over and over again.
"You really started to work out?", Nami can't believe this man. How is he human? It already passed midnight and still, he seems unfazed by time at all.
"Hm, to keep me awake.", he explains casually and proceeds his set.
Nami smiles and sits herself on the only broad soft couch like feature close the stairs.
Things have changed quite a bit.
Zoro and her have been a lot more into each other space. Much to her liking. Just this afternoon, he had sat down with her in the map room, talking over the ones she had finished, before he fell in a light nap on the floor right next to her. Another component of the mighty swordsman, Nami fathomed, his over day naps were light. Almost as tries to lure people in his pretentious weakened state, just to meet the fully ready-to-fight demon his persona holds for the ones he protects. Hence, Nami allowed herself to hum a small melody and watch his lips lift in full enjoyment of her notes.
Her heart warmed and decided right then, that this could grow into a tradition she would love to have in her life.
"I think, I have an answer.", she whispers into the silence and his movements do stop for a second, awaiting her to proceed the thought. Her words referring to a conversation they had the other day. In the midst of the sunset, them doing the dishes in the kitchen, teasing each other with the soap before their tone fell serious. Their minds talking over 'what when they finished their journey'. Both realising quickly how little thought either had given this question.
Nami however, maintains the silence for a bit and just watches, she knows there is no rush. And she senses that he is aware of her staring.
She smirks and puts down the sake bottle, her bare feet slowly walk over to his back. Bare and clean, fully tensed in front of her.
"There are a lot of islands left I want to and need to explore to get my goal done.", she stops right behind him.
"Hn.", he just lets out while keeping the weight moving, but fully aware of her presence right behind him.
"So, I probably will stay with Luffy and keep making sure he survives the sea.", she smiles and leans her forehead against his skin.
He tenses and she loves her effect on him, extending to a small shiver over his skin, now visible to her.
"Good.", he replies curt, and she hears the little hitch in his voice. He is relieved.
She chuckles and her finger slide down his spine. Dwelling in full pleasure of observing how his body fails him again and presents her fully how much he is falling for her.
Has fallen?
"Nami.", he warns and it just makes her chuckle even more.
"You are so adorable.", she grins and places a kiss on his back. And that breaks him. His body spins around to face her, looking down and instantly feeling regret growing in his chest over his own unconsidered actions. Her face so close to his chest with that cheeky grin, created a combination that he already senses taking over his body's control.
"So…", she stretches and before he can put distance between them, she moves her arms around his broad torso and places her chin right on top his chest, holding the grin. It feels almost mockingly to him. Mocking his racing heart below her chin. "We will be stuck together for a while…"
He grunts, the weights still in his hands. This is how torture must look like.
Definitely this is what awaits him in hell.
"Except if your plans have changed.", she watches his cheeks turn darker even evident in this dim light and his attempt to move the weights again, as nothing is distracting him. Though, they feel rather like obstacles in his hand that inhibit him from freely moving, at the same time, also rescuing his potential loss of placement if his hand were free and thus possible to be placed anywhere…
"No. Still the same, I will stay with Luffy.", in the same dedication and commitment he had said the first time to her.
"And me.", she corrects, and he finally seems to give in, stopping the weights and his eye staying on her, softer now.
"Sounds even better.", he whispers and he finally gives in his growing warmth, spreading from his heart and allowing the desire to flourish of finally getting rid off those weights. To ultimately, following his aching body to enwrap himself around her, the way Nami has been holding onto him.
"Did you come to tell me that?", he adds and tries to move them in a way, he can keep this closeness while finally putting the weights down. But Nami already has her own plans, her hands snake themselves over his neck and pull, in a quick jump she lands herself on his hips, wrapping her legs over his waist, her face right in front of hers.
Torture.
"Well, I came for a couple of things. One being, to tell you this, the other…", she pushes her chest closer to his, his body responding so beautifully to her. "…watching you workout.", he gulps. Obviously lost and still so overwhelmed by her actions.
"And then there is some sake, I want to share with you.", she grins and that's it. This woman just was his death – if not their captain will accidentally kill him off.
He squats down, puts the weight down, hearing her surprise in her voice, before he gets back up and walks to the couch. "Sake sounds good."
She laughs in his neck. "You know… it is okay, that you like this.", she says, feeling his body stopping in front of the seating. He struggles again before turning and sitting down, fully aware that this causes her being straight on his lap.
It is okay… it is a clear invitation, one that Zoro feels to slowly take over. His head accessing the comfort her closeness evokes but, in a lot, more enticing and tempting manner, than just a soft touch.
She leans down and grabs the bottle, he recognises the label instantly.
"How…when did you buy this?", his hand come up and take the bottle from her.
"Not me, Sanji did."
And a frown occurs on Zoro's face. "He will blame and torture me for drinking this, which at this point I rather want to avoid."
Nami smiles weakly, yeah his sexist nature would 'protect' her. "True, but I will just say it was all on me.", she slips the bottle back in her hands and opens it before Zoro can put in another argument against it. "And then I tell him to be angry with me as he would be with any of you."
At this Zoro snorts and his eye tries to not linger to her when she takes a sip, her being way to close to him. "Never happens.", he snatches the bottle from her hands and takes a long sip.
Nami's eyes taking it all in, his throat, the liquor wetting his lips. All highlighted by the moon shining on them. And she realises that she has not thought this through.
What is her battle plan?
Slowly seducing him with small touches?
Telling him directly how incredible in need she is of him?
"Zoro…"
He puts the bottle down and looks at her. "Hn?"
She smiles at his curt lost answer. "Put your hands on me."
He coughs and stares at her as if she had just asked him to betray her. Well, it probably comes close to that in his mind. Betraying his nakama.
"Or am I actually overstepping?", she asks in honest doubt. She was not taking advantage of him… was she? He had allowed her all this because he does enjoy it, right? It was not just his way of failing to decline her…
"No.", he finally says, admitting to both of them that this lingering and growing heated atmosphere between them, was in both of their likings… in both of their desires.
His hands land on her hip in careful hold. "Sorry, it's just…"
"New.", she smiles and leans closer and his back pushes against the cushion, her forearms fold over his chest.
A couple of seconds slip between them, both tasting this sensation of the other. Nami's eyes watching him, feeling his chest lifting and fall, his hands so delicately placed on her sides. She sees him contemplating their situation, the possible consequences…
"Are you afraid of love?", she whispers then and watches his eye widen before turning soft, moving over her face. A flicker in his gaze, that she cannot name.
"I don't think I am.", he voices after a while knowing the answer undoubtedly. "I love my dream. I love you guys. Well, most of you.", he watches the impact of his words on her. The way they are embedded deep in his chest and his entire reason to go through all the battles along with them. It had always been his nakamas and their wellbeing that motivated him that forced him to overstep the next limit of his and assure that his small role in the chaos they have gotten themselves into is accomplished. And just as heavy those feelings lie normally deep down in him, hidden from any of them. To avoid the potential burden, they could feel of being the drive of his being.
Just as harsh of an impact does this so light announced confession hit the navigator in his lap.
Her heart is not able to handle of that. Not the way he had contemplated about her words in such earnest manner and exposed those thoughts, she always senses are buried in the depth of him but none of them will ever be able to hear, just to be once again confounded by him doing just that. Presenting his heart right here to her. Even less, has she been prepared for the way his entire body eases into this moment between them making him and thus, transmitting clearly how much trust he holds for her to not even struggle with presenting her this declaration.
Where is the grumpy, sheltered, hard to read swordman of two years ago?
She wants to hold his gaze that just lingers way too shortly on her. She aches for him to just focus on her, but his eye glides back to the sea behind her.
"Love allows me to never give up."
Why did she start this?
This is just too much. She grabs the bottle roughly from his hands and takes a long sip, hearing him laugh lightly at her visible discomfort or rather overwhelmed response. He was meant to be the emotional immature, pretentious cold-hearted, toxic-masculine driven idiot that barely grabs the concept of being open with all of those heavy feelings inside of him.
All of it slipped away to confront her heart with the Zoro that she imagined existing. The Zoro that had Luffy pick him as his first mate. His warm, full and loving heart. A heart scarred by pressure to remain silent and suppressed for the sake of societies role his physic had forced him to play.
Yet again, here in this moment he ripped of all those chains and throws Nami right into his true abyss. And there she meets not cold, but warmth and protection.
"Since when have you been so in terms with your inner self…?", why do they both keep dancing on this line that seems as enticing and painful at the same time. Feeding doubt and hope, an alluring promise if real and a dreadful nightmare if dying.
"Am I?", he actually asks thoughtful, and his eye just lies on her. "I am trying for sure.", he does admit. His last few years in separation, lone training with nothing but the one he desires to defeat and a tsundere of exhausting emptiness all for the ones that he does love. His crew. His chosen family. It had never been difficult for him to admit to himself that it is them that drive him. Any fight he got himself into was guided by the need to assure their goal to be achieved. To assure their safety. To remove on little obstacle for them to succeed.
It was simple to care. Simple to admit it.
It was simple to fall on his knees for them. Because loving them, never felt like a weakness. It felt empowering. That realisation has been the main source of his change. Of his desire to allow him to present this love more openly to the ones it is directed to.
It was simple in terms of Robin and Chopper. Latter had been already receiving all exceptional love, Zoro's heart did not know he can hold so easily on his hands.
It became simpler with the others over time. Shifting their relationship, a bit. Robin becoming the one, he almost needs to present his entire heart whenever it is aching or full. Just to be met with the same deep loving intention of hers. The way she has opened her inner love to him in words and physics, probably was their main drift.
It was less than simple with Nami though. He struggled to understand why his resistance to her was so much heavier and difficult. Over the course of the last weeks, with her breaking the walls, he had not even realised he had build against her. For her.
Just for him to apprehend that his heart had created a spot for her that she does not share with other. One that only she beholds.
One that he has tried to ignore and cover up for something superficial, something of less value, just to be so much more.
His past self was not strong enough to accept those feelings, to handle and let alone dwell in them. But the Zoro right now, the one sitting here with her in his arms is.
At that moment, something shifts. Nami observes the way his eye doesn't avoid her anymore, but almost burns itself right in her. It transmits a depth of need, Nami feels reflected in herself. Nami could swear that she even feels his finger twitch slightly on her.
Is he giving up control of his heart?
"You are not just tyring, you are succeeding!", she pokes his chest almost annoyed while leaning over to him, her weight on her knees she had put next to his hip. "You are so calm, barely shaken by anything and speak so openly about your mind and heart as if those words are not a deep confession but just facts. How have you become…?"
…strong.
His eye glides over her, again making her fluster and her stomach tumble. The way he just observes her, the way how he notices her leaning into his space, her looking down to him in complete lost thoughts and a fast-beating heart.
"It took time…", his voice hitting something low in Nami. "And admittingly, I still struggle.", his eyes roam over her face and she feels exposed to him, feels inhaled by the way his eyes shift from the softness to something much deeper and darker.
Is he aware how he is looking at her?
His gaze uncovering more and more of the hidden fire that Nami has never seen before. However, one she already knows, she wants to burn in.
Burn with it as her skin does below his so dangerously slowly moving fingers. Down her thighs, that his colossal hand fully enwrap in ease. Her breath hitches, when he adds a small pressure onto them. She slowly wonders if she is actually ready for this.
His lips lift into a grin, one that just is meant to attack her heart. Successfully.
Just to slip away, as one of his so inviting hands removes itself from her to land over hers holding on to the neck of the bottle. He is definitely teasing her now. She has without a doubt started to meet the monster that hopefully only she will ever have the pleasure to encounter and that has been hiding deep down the swordsman's chest.
"Why are you here?", his voice breaks the silence and lies heavy between them again. Completely disregarding their prior emotionally heavier conversation for drifting into one that can feed the tension between them better. The tone dangerously tingling in an alluring invite.
"Because… well…", she stumbles and straightens herself, she feels lost. Her hands finding hair that had already been in place just to reposition it. Just to be annoyed about her own actions, she was not a flustered teenager!
Her eyes drink all is movements that hold a stronger flavour in their actions. Guiding her focus onto his lips that meet the bottle. Touching the same spot as hers have a second ago.
Because she just wants…no, needs to be with him.
"Don't get me wrong.", his voice hovers between them. "I don't mind it.", his mouth opens again but he closes it to put in a soft smile. Coated in the fire that his gaze still holds on her.
Kiss me.
Her mind just stares at his lips. How long has she been falling for him?
Nami leans forward, falling into his chest, her head diving deep into his neck. Her arms enwrapping his broad torso as much as she can reach, and her legs push folded over his.
"Nami.", he sounds surprised but inviting, grateful.
"Just hold me, idiot.", she grumbles and finally feels his arms falling over her, not strong. Not the way she needs it but enough. There were so many things that Nami wants to say, wants to ask but… for some reason it seems wrong. It does not taste right. She moves her other hand over his neck back into his hair and she dwells in delight seeing his body response in shivers and prickles all over his skin, her nose pushing closer into his crook.
Please, love me.
Zoro is lost around her, the entire last weeks have been playing in his mind, all the little instance in which his heart and body melted into hers. Just as right now, as he feels her pushing herself with all her might into his body, her lips brushing his skin on his collarbone and her fingers all spreading through his hair.
He knows that he has never felt this way. He has opened his internal door for her more and more, first unwillingly, and now with the incessant desire to serve more. Slowly allowing himself to savour all those new emotions Nami is evoking and provoking in him. To piloting his entire being from mistrusting her gut, to never stop thinking about her. Never not worrying while always relying on her to the fullest.
When did that change? When has it become something that starts a fire inside of him?
She had created a craving hole inside of him that once not being filled starved him to pain. Nami has created a singular spot inside of him, one he has yet to learn to fully understand.
His vision focuses on her, fully pressed against him. She would hear all his heart has been holding for her if her head would be a bit closer to his middle. His racing heartbeat asking for more. More of her, more of things only she can provide.
Has it always been this way… they just never fed it?
He thinks about breaking the silence, about moving them apart again, throwing that useless thought away and instead he finally let his longing hunger win, feeding the burning fire inside of him. Guiding his fingers move on their own chord. Finding their way into her waving hair, entangle themselves in them, just as hers are still cradling his.
This moment is more. That much his heart is sure of. It is not friends hugging each other, not two people needing comfort but they are craving.
He is at least.
No.
They both are, she had been playing and teasing him for so long now…
Nami has been the first nakama on his side, but he has no doubt that he always somewhere deep inside knew that she will never be just that. She never can be just that. Though, he never dared to really fully play out where is heart is leading him when it comes to her, but right now he cannot deny the demand thriving in him from her flushed body against his.
Awaken the desire to let them become something beyond simple crewmates. Beyond friends…
"What are we…", he whispers, and he never felt more lost.
Robin never felt this way. She is just a soft comfort that would just be there, that just fits and exists around him. She is without a doubt the best and closest friend he has. And he knows she feels the same way about him.
And as much as he adores Chopper, he never felt his heart stop or crave… crave for a touch, for a moment. No, Chopper is his little brother who adores to watch growing up, who has taught him how wonderful it can be to reach someone's mind with his plain words.
And Usopp and Luffy are his closest friends. He knows how his heart beats with them, in excitement and joy. In freedom.
But with Nami it feels heavy, it feels like breathing in hot air and while it fills the lungs in a heated explosion, it tastes so sweet. So addicting…
He barely notices that Nami moves, his hands on her hair falling over her cheek as she looks up to him. His eye finds hers.
Her mouth moves, and his ears take longer to register her voice. Her word.
"Love."
Love.
Show me.
His head dipping down, with her hand softly guides him closer to her. How does she know?
How…
And his heart burns.
Her eyes close right when her vision of him can't catch a clear image anymore, when her breath stretches over his face and then her lips nib on his. Softly she slides her own over his lower one, moving over his mouth, pushing again over them, her head leaning higher, just brushing their skin against each other and he feels her breath.
His hand tenses on her cheek, giving in and pushing her more against him. His lips finally returning her soft movements, guiding hers against his, feeling her tongue slip over his. Not as in invite but as a taste, a tease and his breathe catches hers.
His fingers gliding over her waist to her lower back to get her body even more against him, while he feels her fingers crawling inside his back, pushing, digging and her other grabbing his hair, moving their heads more in motion.
Their lips keep pushing, dragging and their breathes mingles and starts to find some sound, as Nami moves her body more over his, her legs spreading to fall over his waist, linking behind it.
Fire. That is how she feels. His every touch, his soft but intense fingers over body. And she sighs against his lips, still on hers in full need of more.
Nami lets her mind slip from her lips to his skin under her fingers, his broad muscles, his deep scars… just to find her attention sliding back to the tongue, finally meeting hers and her body pushes, moves and her breathe moans into their connection.
All of her senses are taken and Nami knows that nothing will ever taste this sweet, this right and this full ever again. Just his lips on hers will give her all that.
Time slips away between them.
Until they have to give in and gift their lungs a break. A proper one.
Her lips slid off his, them following her movement for a second before understanding her intention, as his lips brush against her smile.
She opens her eyes just a bit, just enough to make sure that this is real. That he is holding her, that it is his hand softly gliding from her hair over her chin. His thumb tracing her swollen lips and she kisses his motion, watching his smile, no she feels it against her lips, their distance still too close for her to grab a proper image. But enough for her heart to burn in his enwrapping fire.
Love.
And as the night progresses, their lips keep finding each other over and over again.
The sun burns harsh over her skin, pulling her out of her sleep. She pushes her hand over her face and turns. Slowly her senses take her back. She is laying on couch - alone. A blanket draped over her, while still being fully dressed. And her eyes catch movement, Zoro stands upside down performing one of his workout sets. Her eyes glide over his exposed chest and she wonders how they did not end up entangled in each other last night. How she was able to not take more from him.
But she smiles. No, she needed those kisses and touches more than anything.
Those kisses.
Her cheeks rose and she touches her lips, still swollen. Her stomach bubbles in light tickles and her heart as full as it is, craves yet again.
"Good morning.", his voice is breaking into her need. He jumps on his feet and a smile forming over his features directed to her.
She stretches herself and smiles in delight. "Good morning.", her hands reaching out for him and he follows her request already moving himself to her. He leans down to her and kisses her lips softly.
"Will I ever wake up in your arms?", she whispers and watches his smile grow when he stands again. "I woke in yours.", he replies in a tease, and she grumbles.
"Not fair.", she tries to punch him, but he is out of reach, which is even worse but then he squats down next to her, she turns on her side and watches his face in front of her.
"How was it waken up with me in your arms?", she asks and her fingers reach for his cheek, his head leaning into her touch.
"Warm.", he says and his eye glides over her face. "Perfect."
Her heart feeding the fire again. "So not fair…", she grumbles and watches him chuckle before he leans in and their lips meet again, his hand sliding into her hair, pushing her closer and damn, how sweet he must taste when lying next to her in the morning, barely awake, voice unused to sound even deeper when she pulls out his deep growls into her lips.
And Nami could probably spend hours just like that, no days. Maybe even months. But the swordsman has still his ambition that seems to guide him away from her.
"I assume you want to bath before breakfast and I have a couple of sets to finish.", his thumb glides over her temple.
"Why can we not be irresponsible and just stay here and enjoy ourselves? Isn't our captain all about freedom?", she grumbles and inches closer to him to ask for his lips again.
He grins at her request that definitely is not unasked for. "You do have a point."
Her eyes open fully. "Did I actually convince you?"
And then Nami's eyes were gifted with the most beautiful view she has ever witnessed. As the sun breaks through the clouds and just shines bright into the face of the man in front of her. His features just as bright, as his face falls into a warm laugh in front of her, his lips full of her constant use.
Her heart definitely stopped for a moment. Perfect.
"As tempting as that does sound.", he then says and does lean again in to gift her another small touch on her lips. "This ship needs their navigator, and you mentioned something about a change in climate."
Of course, he listened. This man just keeps winning her over.
"Stupid me and my smart and important brain.", she mumbles against his lips and catches his chuckle. Gosh, how can she not ask for more?
And despite that, he still lingers with her for another couple of blissful minutes filling his own need before he fully pulls away and she does start to get up. "Would you join me bathing if I wait for after your workout?", she stands and folds the blanket, which she puts back in one of their storage areas below the couch's seat, while he moves back to his weights, his mind thinking about the offer. She sees his cheeks redden.
Adorable.
She steps to him and pulls him on his pants to her. "Just if you want, obviously.", she teases and looks up at him in the most inviting way she can manage.
"Wanting is definitely not the question.", his hand finding his spot right over at the top of her neck below her ears and pulls her on her tiptoes and meeting her lips once more.
"Good, I will make sure we will be prepared.", she grins against his lips and falls back on her feet, leaving a completely flustered Zoro alone on deck and finding her way down.
She hums in full delight, when entering the woman quarter, meeting a freshly dressed Robin, who smiles at her entering. Robin is fully aware that Nami's bed had remained untouched the entire night and her gown resembled the one of last night.
"Will you or he tell me about it?"
"Definitely him.", she grins bright at her unable to withhold all the happiness that spreading through her. If somebody would have told her that love can feel this pleasing, she would have probably tried to get the swordsman sooner. "But I do need to ask if you are by any chance equipped with… well you know…"
"Protection?", Robin chuckles and nods, to turn and open a box in the drawer. Nami leans over the side of her shoulder and looks at the wide options. "Do I want to know why you have all that?"
"To be prepared. I have needs.", she explains and pulls out a couple. "That should be his size." Nami wants to question that before she realises that the two have bathed together. As she takes the pieces out of her hand, she catches the label. "Wait."
Robin grins. "Yep. You are a very lucky girl.", and leaves Nami behind in a full heated stomach. How did all this… personality fit in this man?
Robin walks into the galley, meeting a pretty hungover cook who is already preparing the breakfast, while she collects her morning coffees and walks up the crow nest to which the swordsman has moved in order to complete his first workout session of the day. She knocks and opens the hatch right after; he nods at her and she sits down while she starts sipping her coffee.
"Do you want to share anything?"
"Did you not already know?", he says in full concentration on his sets.
"Just that our navigator has looked the happiest, I have ever seen her.", the blush on the swordsman not going unnoticed by Robin.
"I want to hear details though.", she smiles. "Actually, I want you to relive it and watch what it does to you."
"Well, that needs to happen another time. Right now, I can only give you factual summary.", he tries to focus back on his sets and avoiding the images of Nami smiling the way she did this morning, the way she asked for him to stay, for them to just linger…
"That serves for now.", Robin's words pulling him out of his mind.
Zoro takes a moment, partially to collect the right words while not losing count and partially to indeed not slip fully into the moments of a couple of hours ago.
"We talked, we kissed."
Robin chuckles at this very rough description. "Ah, that sounds romantic."
He grins for a second before falling once more back at the memories of last night, his face shifting into a soft gaze. "It actually was…I am still feeling lost but I feel like she will find a way to navigate me through that too."
At this Robin does look stunned at her friend. "Sometimes, even I am surprised how much you let me in."
There she just receives a weak grunt, as attempting to gift her a reply she had been way more familiar with. "Please, keep surprising me."
"Will try my best.", he counters and breathes for a moment, before they sink back into their familiar pattern. Her enjoying the coffee at hand, him finishing his set and joining her, finally allowing her to exploit his aching heart. Until, his cheeks burn to dark and she is sunken in the precise idea of what has happened in the last few hours. And probably to a deeper context due to Zoro's very willing description of his internal struggle during the moments that led up to his lips against the navigator.
"You should tell her that.", Robin hums in warmth of that love between the two.
He nods and stares down the lawn, seeing the cook exiting the galley and waving up to them.
"Breakfast is ready."
Slowly the Strawhats assemble in the galley, the door wide open, inviting the sun in and the music of the market filling the air.
"Deepest apologies.", the voice of Franky comes out in an honest tone as the first thing before they have even touched the food, but the entire conversation and incident prior lay hard on him. He does not want to hurt or be one of the reasons his nakama felt so heavy on their chest. "I… forget to be considered at times and let my mind follow my raised wires.", he turns to her and his eyes hold a promise. "I will try to get a hold of it, but I have to ask you for keep reminding me. For keep telling me, my head is not aware enough." It is an adorable beg, one that finally gifts Robin her smile back. "Sure.", she says.
"Hohoho, I am sorry, Robin. I will promise to ask equally the man for their panties. But I doubt I can lust over them the same way.", and then a strong hit collides with him, making him fly across the galley right against the fridge. Nami's fist is raised, her anger written in her face. "Lust about the fucking person that desire you to do it and not over every walking person that has boobs.", her breathing is heavy.
"Nami…", Usopp tries, but Luffy raises the hand. "Let her.", he says and looks seriously over them.
Nami quickly glances over Luffy in gratefulness for his words. "It should not be that difficult to make us one of you. If we are in danger, please go ahead and protect us. But if you protect us because we are females, I don't want any of you touch me- us.", she allows herself to include her fellow member. "Be fair and logical about your actions not clouded by old traditions that do more harm than present care to us.", she sighs and sits down again. Her eyes glance over Usopp, who holds a supportive smile in his still watery eyes. "Sanji, whatever this old man has raised you with on the concepts of woman, I want to tell you as one, that no, I don't feel appreciated when considered to be saved because I am meant to be weak. And no, I don't feel appreciated when my friends get less deserving food just because their body differs from mine. I feel like I am taking away their chance to get healthy treated. Just imagine Chopper would treat us the way you do. Him caring over my little injuries over Zoro's after a battle just because I am a woman.", the analogy hit a small core in the cook.
"Protect, treat and care for us on the basis it is logical needed and if!", she raises her finger. "If, logically we are on an equal level, let your heart decide. But don't let your penis and broken mind be the first to act.", she humpf and crosses her arms over her chest. That felt good. Her eyes wander to Robin, holding an approving smile and then her eyes glimpse to the swordsman on her side, sharing a soft smile.
This issue should have been settled a long time ago. But either way it finally had been spoken out. And their hearts lighter.
Also, being the perfect reasoning for their captain to announce a big barbecue later the afternoon. As if they actually needed a reason, but no one complains, and their gathering slowly diverts. All of them going about their day.
Nami is quickly pulled aside by Usopp to discuss other applications on her weapon. Her using this instance to fill her best friend in about the latest events concerning her relationship with the swordsman.
"So, you are a couple now?", Usopp hums and rubs his chin in thoughts, evidently trying to use his imagination to draw the two crewmembers as such. Nami smiles at it and nods. "Well, we did not really pick a label but I surely don't let him get away any time soon and neither will I let anyone else enjoy his presence."
"Well, aside from us."
She rolls her eyes. "Of course."
"Good, need to make sure that I can still misuse him. I mean, totally assure he will follow my orders.", at this Nami laughs. Usopp surely lives in his own little universe. She stays with him a bit longer, leaving just shortly after Chopper and Luffy pull the sniper out for some swimming in their dock system. Nami sighs, her prior warning concerning the weather change had apparently only stuck with probably Robin, Zoro and maybe Jinbei and Franky, as she has seen both already heading to the storage area to secure lose things.
In awareness of the danger approaching them, she moves to her mikans to secure them as well, just to already find the swordsman having taken this task upon himself, draping the storm coat over them and just securing the rope in careful manner.
Should she be surprised? His attentive nature and protective instincts definitely should have discerned her that he is taking more information in than most of their other crewmembers to assess the potential danger or lack of it.
Her steps approach him, her eyes slipping over his back muscles moving in his actions and her hands slip like the night before right over his torso, this time though less teasing.
"Thank you.", she kisses his covered back and can just assume that he smiles at this point familiar gesture of hers. In a swift motion, he moved them around, guiding them both right below the coat and turned in her soft grip. Her back meets the mast and his chest laying yet not close enough for her taste on hers.
"Wasn't sure when the storm will come.", he smiles down at her, his hand striking her cheek.
"As of for now, in a couple of hours.", she provides the lacking information, whilst her attention is already captivated by him towering over her and guiding her longing to close all the little gaps that still remain between them as she leans up to him and using her hand to cradle his neck.
"Hm… so, what is on your plan then?", he murmurs and watches her eyes exploring his face. Her hand in his neck putting a soft pressure on him, trying to move him lower, down to her and he obliges to her demand.
When does he not.
He pushes against her and her breath hitches in delight.
Soft Zoro was wonderful but rough Zoro is something she wants to explore so much more.
"Well", her finger slides over his chest. "I came here to cover my mikans", her eyes follow his eye over her touches. Her finger slowly dragging down his ribcage, while she guides his head further down, their noses brush.
"Since that is covered, what now…", Nami has never denied herself that his voice just felt like honey and she has always wondered how much she can cover herself in it, especially when her needs for this man grew to the extent that she is nearly willing to rip his clothing off and take all that he still holding back from her.
However, how she manages to untangle her growing clouded mind over their physical touch to actually reply, remains a small miracle to her.
"I think, I could work on some of my maps.", she smiles and tastes his lips in a small touch. Too short, too teasing.
"Sounds like a plan.", his voice deeper dripping right over her skin and his thumb draws soft circles on her waist, gliding around it to push her closer against his solid torso.
She hums against his lips, feeling his lips brush over her cheek. So good.
"I probably train a bit more.", his words sound so raspy, and it all tingles the right way. "Maybe I join your later."
"Please do.", she sighs and moves her lips closer to his again. She feels his rumble and then finally they both give in to each other, his lips capture hers causing her to sigh again, right into the non-existing space between them before following his motion, dancing with him once again.
In her periphery, she registers his hand had soothing its way right back in her neck, guiding her head in small sways to elevate the dance of their lips. Just as he had moved them the other day over the square. It was just a smooth, and enticing that her normally dominant nature cannot deny any of it and instead invites it all in. Almost asking for it. Her mind gets lost in his touch and her fingers reach out and wander to his shoulders and Nami melts right into his arms when his hips move into hers, his thumb stroking her lower back and the other massaging the soft spot on her jaw junction.
Her breath falls heavy on his lips when he finally parts, his tingling over her cheek. "Please do more of that too.", she whispers and the raising of his lips lets her know that he approves. "I could offer something else too..."
Oh, and Nami wants to scream yes to that, beg for it right now, but her senses catch the atmosphere around her shifting, the air getting heavier, the breeze harsher.
He instantly grabs her focus shift. "So much to a couple of hours.", he removes himself from her to her dislike. She pouts and loses her grip on him.
He is way too responsible.
Nami watches him chuckle over her displeased face. "To be continued.", she says and pulls him down, smashing his lips against hers, him instantly replying to that short reunion. As she removes herself shortly after from him as she gives into the intensified signals the air keeps sending her.
"Guys, storm in coming.", she steps out of the cover, a grinning Zoro right behind her.
They do only reunite while she is drawing her maps, which she however decided to move onto the lawn, since the weather had not just cleared up, but the sun just fully dazzled over the entire sunny. Moreover, the scent of wet grass had always been one of the navigator's favourite as she takes a deep breath in before focusing on the paper in front of her. The shadow of the umbrella Usopp and her have put up providing the right amount of protection and vision for her to draw her lines.
The music Brook creates from the upper deck floating over the entire sunny. Robin sitting next to her in the lounging chair with a book and the metallic clicks inform her that the swordsman had been also close by proceeding his training.
It just tastes like paradise. Well, it would if there wasn't the noise from their captain approaching her, knowing that this only means danger. It would mean at least. If there wasn't Usopp's and Franky's newest invention. In a circle right around her desk, they have placed on the floor a wire that creates an almost invisible dome of a sea prism net around her, and it had been serving her well. Uninterrupted from their captain's antics, she had actually finished her latest map and just started to create the rough sketches of the next one. When she hears Usopp voice, though not talking to her.
"Depends on which muscles you want to train.", the raspy voice still tingles on her despite being farther off and definitely directed to the sniper.
"Hm, well, I thought about my core and legs.", Usopp explains and pats the muscles in question.
"Zoro, may we join your training too?", the high-pitched voice of their doctor and… who is we?
Nami looks up from her map just to find Robin standing in the little circle next to their captain around the swordsman. Would Luffy even have the patience to perform a repetitive limited task? One that he should not overdo? She leans her head in her hand as she sees the discomfort grow in their swordsman face. Visible overloaded with this many willing students- willing still in question.
He sighs in clear defeat by their big pleasing eyes and Nami decides to torture him a little bit more. "Mind if I join?", their faces turn to her, Zoro's clear in surprise.
"Have been thinking about growing a bit more muscles to make use of the newest features of my climate tact.", which is not a complete lie, approved by Usopp's nod.
Zoro ruffles his hair and then his eye goes over each one of them. "Give me a second.", he just says and climbs up the crow nest, the others – aside from Luffy who already jumps up and down – patiently waiting for his return.
Once he settles back to them, he is loaded with several different weights, dumbells, straps… all kinds of stuff, Nami is sure neither of them have ever seen let alone seen it him using.
He distributes the different pieces to each of them and Nami senses that he tests their patience along with it, as he moves from one to the next person to explain in detail how to use the piece.
Usopp and his band already starting to squat, while Chopper starts to lift the heavier weight under precise instructions. Nami watching Zoro's hand position right on the muscles of need on the doctor, explaining where to put his balance and how to avoid pain.
As he moves to Robin, his body is still in ease giving her dumbbells, which she first wants to grab in her hand, but he shakes. "Your extra arms. Those are the muscles you need to train for endurance and strength.", he explains and puts them right into her extra hands sprouting from the ship. Robin's face frowns. "This is too heavy."
"Then it is perfect. Do it in sets and repeat it.", he passes her another band. "Meanwhile your body uses this.", Robin instantly catches his intention. Her body training while her powers are in use, just to push her limits on concentration and focus. As she starts to stretch the resistance bands, he steps to her back, placing his hand over her shoulder and moving her arms in the right angle. "Yeah, this far.", he grins in clear delight of actually getting their normally collected archaeologist grunt in small frustration about the difficulty the tasks he had put on her.
Well, that left only Luffy and her. She senses that the untouched gloves belong to their captain, leaving the last dumbbells sets for her. Oh dear no.
He approaches her with the instruments in question.
"Zoro, I don't think, I can even hold them.", she refers to the heavy equipped weight in his hand, that seem to not even cause his muscles to tense. What a monster he is…
"Yeah, not right now probably.", he smiles at her and puts them down. He pushes his haramaki down, which Nami does not mind watching, though she did not expect to find another bigger strap around his waist, which he pulls off.
"This is additional weight, it will feel heavy and asks your muscles to adapt naturally.", he leans over her, and she smiles when she sees his neck tingle over their proximity. Gosh, she loves the impact her presence has on him. His head leans down and focuses on strapping the band over her waist. She puts her hands lightly over his forearms and in a swift motion places a small kiss on his cheek that just lays so close to her lips, she just could not resist.
He smiles and his eye catches her for second. She sees something glimmer behind, a consideration?
As his eye slips down for a second on her lips, she is assured, he does play with the thought of kissing her right here, right in front of the others, despite them being all very focused on their task at hand.
"How does it feel?", he then says and seems to have settled for not giving in his desire as she feels his body leaning out of her space.
"Heavy.", she replies as he moves now to add another set of straps around her wrist. Damn heavy. "Am I meant to do something?"
"Hm.", he grins amused and puts the smallest dumbbells she has ever seen into her hand, just to feel the immense weight on them. How…
"Special material.", he grins. "Looks like nothing, weights a lot. Just push them up and hold them for as long as you can and repeat that.", he says and as for the others, he moves to her back, though a lot closer. His body almost touching hers and his fingers glide for sure with different intentions over her arms as he guides them up the air, his lips so close to her ears.
She had trained with him before, more on other matters though. From internal balance to physical improvements on her agility. Mostly to find better ground in her more difficult foot equipment. It never fully applied yet to muscle building, as she at that time still tried to just invade his space in an enticing and tempting manner.
Though, the way he is touching her now, does form ideas of how their training would look like if it would be just the two of them…
"Focus.", he whispers, and she hears his grin, his amused voice tingling over her neck. He enjoys her struggle too much. Didn't she intent to torture him?
And here she stands now, the muscles of her swordsman barely brushing her back, while his hand slide back over her shoulders, actually pushing into her muscles of need. "Just like that.", and then his lips fall for a split second below her ear, and she so desperately wants to turn and take it all, just to feel his hand forcing her to keep steady.
He has always been a tease. The best kind of tease.
Her eyes follow him, when he finally puts on the gloves on and stands in front of the visible bored Luffy. "Just punch as hard as you can."
When he said that, the other's head whip around to the two. Was that a smart choice? Luffy would send him flying.
Luffy grins, jumps up and with a quick layer on armoured Haki, he puts his all into the punch.
And nothing.
Luffy looks up to the grinning swordsman.
"I said as hard as you can."
And Luffy tries again.
"What… how?", he looks confused over the gloves to his first mate.
"It works.", Usopps small voice says.
"Usopp's invention. Gloves that hold a bit of sea prism in it. Basically, absorbing your energy. So you can hit as hard as you want."
At this Luffy's eye start to glimmer in excitement. "That is amazing!" and he puts full power into his punches.
And all would be good, if after a couple of intense throws, Luffy seems to slip and his conquer's Haki falls straight into his punch, and just in time Zoro catches it, to use his own Haki in order to hold the punch, that has definitely reached the chest of the swordsman, has he grunts out.
"Luffy!", Nami wants to discipline him, but Zoro waves it off.
"He has to learn just as I am how to properly use this thing.", he takes a breath and goes back in position. "Shot."
Luffy nods committed and goes again. Over and over again, some with the extra conquer haki shot, some he catches himself quick enough to divert it. Other definitely hit Zoro, who holds his best against hit with his own skills.
Nami just remembers her own struggle, when the pain in her arms grows and she rests them while watching their two monsters just playing with their haki energy.
Observing them, pause and discuss it. Exposing their haki to each other, Luffy giving the swordsman his advice on how he accesses it, nodding along.
She has barely seen them ever this serious, this engaged outside of a battle. As for the others it sounds like a foreign language when they communicate the powers only the two of them hold on this ship. And has intense and dangerous it appears, some beauty dances along the flames they seem to tame and sharpen with every minute that passes.
Their training proceeds until they are pulled off by Sanji in need of help for the barbeque. Franky setting the grill and all the supplies up, Jinbei transports with Chopper the precious pieces out.
One thing, neither of them fully considered when starting the training, was the fact how hungry that would turn them into. Though they all knew, their captain probably had been starving at this point. In a quick decision, they all take a quick refreshing shower and find themselves back at the lawn, that now already filled the ship with the tempting smell of burning fire.
Nami uses the wait for the meat to get ready, to transport her material back into her mapping room, with the kind help of the swordsman. Clearly without any further intentions in mind, when they are both alone in the closed room. Her storing the rolled-up maps into their spots, when she feels his arms wrapping around her waist, his lips on her neck.
"You still have the weights on.", he comments and his fingers drift over the band on her waist.
"I thought, couldn't be bad if I keep them on.", she hums and leans back, her hands slipping in the last map, her hands free to fall over his, sliding her fingers between his.
"You know, that costs you, borrowing my stuff."
She chuckles at his adorable attempt. "How much?"
"Doubt you can afford it."
"I am sure, I have my ways to pay you back.", she turns in his arms, too eager to finally look at him again. She is greeted with a welcoming smirk.
"Well, maybe it pays off my debts.", he moves her back and to the side, to the wall between the shelf, again fully considerate of not messing with her maps. Thereby, sufficiently messing with her heart instead. He keeps pulling all the right strings without probably even trying to create this pleasant heat all over her body.
"We both know that those never really existed…", she admits and meets his raising brow. She chuckles again.
"Just used that to have a hold on you…", she grabs his band, pulling his hip right on hers. "Just in case you try to slip away…or worse unintentionally get lost."… in someone else's heart.
He grunts at this, though not in an annoyed manner but rather hoarse and incredibly sexy in her ears.
"What makes you believe that it will not happen now?", he leans down, his forearms cornering her face in which his one dips down to.
For a moment, she believes he just wants to keep the play up, just for a moment. Before his eye flickers with something aside from the stirring fire she is causing in him.
A question.
Her heart grows soft in all the heated waves that he has been piercing into her.
"Because…", she tips her upper body closer to him. Her hands moving over the side of his hips. "You are mine now."
His eyebrow raises and watches her moves in full attention.
"And you know, I don't share my stuff."
"Yeah, you are quite the possessive one.", his tone dips another octave. "But you out of all people should know that one doesn't own people."
She grins, how can he be this alluring and adorable at the same time? "True. I guess, I was referring more to your heart then.", and at this he takes a breath in, right of her lips, that now lie so close to his.
"And I think that is just fair, considering you have mine.", she throws her last strike in a small breath right into his chest with her words, knowing fully what she is triggering. Yet not prepared at all for his heated lips pushing so deeply against hers, her hands over his lower back guiding her bodies closer, while his hands finally move in her hair, on her body.
Nami has never considered that kissing would become one of her favourite obsessions, but the lips of the swordsman have grown into an addiction, she demanded to keep tasting over and over again. Raising the small question if his tongue and lips already provide this erupting pleasure in her, what else could they do if placed on different parts of her body.
"Sounds fair indeed.", his words fall in between their touch before they part.
As if he had heard her prior thoughts, his lips don't return to hers but fall down her neck, over her collarbone. Her body melts in all of it, his wandering hands, his dancing tongue, and soft kisses.
"Zoro…", her voice failing at sounding collected but breaking into a moan over his actions.
She finds her hands in his hair, feeling his hands removing layer and layer of her body, opening the long zipper on the front of her dress, exposing herself fully to him. Not enough.
And before she can ask him to remove her so stupid bra, his lips already slip over her navel. And another demand grows in her.
But all her lips escape is his name. Over and over again, when she does finally taste how skilled he is with finger and tongue. Her head pushing back against the wall, both her weakening legs, being put over his shoulder and then, she does not even try anymore to hold it together, but moan in full pleasure to all the things his tongue provides.
Too intense and yet so bewitchingly careful he dwells on her and gifts it the most incredible experience her body has ever felt.
She had laid with man before, but this was nothing to compare. Nothing she ever had been given.
She feels herself completely erupting against him.
Wow. Not one dream had ever even tried to grant her this pleasure.
Her breath is heavy on her lips, when he conscientiously puts her down, her back sliding down until her face meets his again.
"Just to make sure you know what you own.", his voice raps against a soft smirk.
Her mind too clouded to provide any words, instead her hand on him pulls lightly and he obliges her again, leaning over her and kissing her lips. So wet.
But he parts too soon. She wants to complain but receives another small kiss. "They are looking for us.", he explains, and she wants to ignore it. Stupid Haki being of use.
"I assume the meat is ready.", he says in another small kiss, he does not let her manoeuvre them to another moment of heat. Instead, his hands help her up, his body pressed on hers steady hers, and he starts putting her back in shape. Hiding her skin behind her zipped-up dress again.
"Want to taste something else.", she grumbles and reaches for his hidden part. Her breath again falling low, he… how can he separate them while he is definitely fully… a kiss. And his hand on her wrist moving her hand away.
"Later.", and as on cue, a knock.
"Nami, Zoro. Are you here?", Usopp gulps before he does dare and open the door. He breathes out in relieve finding both of them fully clothed, though without a doubt to close to pretend they had only been discussing her maps.
"We are waiting for you."
"Thanks, we come."
"Well, I did.", Nami grins in a whisper just for him to hear. His lips turning into a grin. "Later.", he supplies again with another way to short kiss.
Nami really tries to focus on their little barbecue party.
Focus on Sanji trying his best to serve them all equally without any fuss over the females.
Focus on Chopper and Brook talking about … something.
Not focus on the swordsman standing next to cook, helping him out serving the meat and protecting it from their never-satisfied captain.
Not focus how he managed to casually to talk with Franky and Usopp who stand also around the grill in order to make the cook not feel excluded.
Not focus on how he slipped a short little glance to her whenever he thought it would not be too obvious, just for her to catch it every time and laugh to herself at him being so adorable.
This was ridiculous. Her mind was just so focused on him and all she really wanted to do was go back to the map room and be alone with him.
Not only because of the incredible craving she still holds but more to just be with him. Her mind slips away, when…
"Nami, are you still hungry?", Chopper asks and she finally pulls back.
"Pardon?", she blinks getting her mind back.
"You keep starring at the grill. Maybe you should go and grab some.", Brook explains and before he could fall into another joke, she stands in agreement in the hopes they don't see her tinted cheeks as she was grateful that they have not understood what her staring actually inclined.
She walks right to the group around the grill, just successfully kicking Luffy back. At the same time, Usopp collecting an entire bowl of meat which is indeed intended for the captain.
"Still much more to cook?", she settles obviously right next to Zoro, who throws her a small glance.
"Do you want some more?", he beats Sanji, who grumbles at it, but calms his nerve, while already preparing a small set of meat.
No fight evokes, she looks surprised between them. "You actually can be normal with each other?", she says out loud and Franky laughs pushing a can of beer in her hand. Her eyes flicker shortly over the bottle in the hand of Zoro, before she does settle for the new bottle and takes a sip.
Slowly, she does find focus, on Franky's story, Sanji's comments on it and Usopp supporting his own version on things.
Though the centre of her attention fell on the swordsman on her side, her leaning on the railing with her back, him on his forearm. It was normal for them to be next to the other, so normal that not even Usopp in the known threw them any questionable looks.
It would be just perfect.
If she could lean on him, the way Robin does it normally. Could sit in his lap the way Chopper does so easily all the time.
If… her eyes fall on his bottle he puts on his lips. Takes a sip and she just watches. Remembers where those have been just a couple of minutes ago.
In a swift move, she takes over his bottle when he finally lets his lips slip off.
His grip still around the neck of the bottle when he feels her fingers graze over hers and pull. His eye looks at her in surprise, seeing her red cheeks and then he watches her taking a sip, well an excuse of a sip. Her lips rather lay too softly over the top and her eyes take in how his mind finally slips in the same way as hers.
"Sorry, mine is already empty and I really needed it.", she smiles sweetly, passing the bottle back to him. His eye burning into her when their fingers brush again.
"Hn, saw that.", he grins and probably planned to turn his attention back to the others, if the navigator had not moved her hand onto his back, right below his band following his so firm shapes below.
He tenses on her touch and she observes the other, clearly all of them tipsy and just in their own world. No one paid any attention to them. Because it was normal for her to be with him. Well, not like that though.
His back leans against the railing, her hand still lingering and smoothly move over him.
"You really like testing the waters.", he grumbles against his bottle before taking a small sip.
"You know, I am not very much known for my patience.", she grins and just as him pretends that their eyes and attention lie on the dancing crewmates in front of them, while in truth it was all on her hand slipping away from his bottom to his back, softly going up to his neck.
"That you definitely aren't.", he turns to her, meeting her gaze.
"We could dance.", she offers and he chuckles. "We both know that wouldn't end well.", she grins at this in agreement.
"So-", her words die on his lips.
Her eyes widen. He… kissed her. Right in front of their comrades.
Well, he kissed her the way she had touched the bottle before. A small push against her lips. Short, too short. Her head follows his departing lips.
"I don't mind slipping away.", he whispers then, and she nods eager. She had been wanting to do that since they have arrived here. But both probably did need to feed their empty stomachs, also in order to collect enough energy for continuing what they have started before and ended way too early for either of their likings.
Her hand finds his band and instantly pulls him with her. Him laughing and following her swift motion more than willingly. Only Robin and Usopp throwing them a knowing look behind, while the rest still dances over the lawn in a loud singing, half napping and drunk.
"They could barely be more obvious.", Usopp giggles his cheeks presenting that the alcohol has entered his system.
But even the two have missed the kiss. The one that was just weakly repeated, once Nami successfully had dragged him into the aquarium bar.
"Finally.", she murmurs and pulls him against her, lifting herself up her tiptoes. His body leaning into her adorable request.
