Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei. Title is from Bitter:Sweet's steamy song.

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

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: Prompt request from marafuego. Late night, a drunk Zoro and a drunk Nami meet unexpectedly in the kitchen, looking for some water. Hope you enjoy this!

And… I apologize for the delay as I haven't been able to get around the prompt requests for some time. Truth is I kinda got stuck. But reassured I will deliver your ZoNa requests as soon as I can.

Summary: "I'm drunk... and you're drunk as well right? Can we just leave it at that?"


LITTLE BITS AND PIECES OF HEAVEN

17 : Drink You Sober


"Well, hello stranger."

Zoro flinched at voice and immediately drew back from the Sunny's fridge, knocking his head on the overhead tray in the process.

Frowning, he swiveled around and found Nami leaning against the far end of the counter separating the kitchen and dining area, with a cheeky smile on her face.

"What do we have here?" She asked in a singsong tone. When he didn't answer, she propped her chin on the palm of her hand. "Looks like someone's stealing from the supposedly locked fridge."

Zoro cursed under his breath while rubbing his head. "Shut it witch. I'm just getting some water." He stuck his hand back inside the fridge and grabbed the pitcher.

"I'm surprised you know the code."

He smirked as he slammed door shut and snatched a glass from the counter rack. "Ero-cook's THAT predictable."

Nami's lips formed a perfect 'o' at his remark.

"Why are you still awake?" He asked as he poured himself a drink.

"Why are you lurking in the dark?"

They both asked at the same time. Nami grinned while Zoro cocked an eyebrow at her.

In the silvery moonlight streaming in from the galley's portholes; they stared at each other, both waiting for an answer.

When neither one replied, Nami then straightened up and was about to make her way towards him when she blindly bumped the corner of the counter.

"Ouch!" She whined. "Why the hell didn't you switch the lights on Zoro?" She made a clicking sound with her tongue to show her disapproval at his decision to skulk inside the galley in the dark.

"Don't need it," the swordsman grunted.

"Well some of us do!"

"Not my fault you can't find your way in the dark cat burglar." She didn't miss the way he emphasized her epithet.

Nami made a face as he downed his water in one gulp.

"Slow down with the water idiot! You're not the only one who wants to drink some!"

"Not so loud Nami!" Zoro hissed. "You'll wake the others up!"

"Ooops. Sorry," she mock-whispered. Then she giggled. "I'll shush." She placed her forefinger on her lips.

The tall swordsman raised both of his eyebrows at her reaction. He scrutinized her curiously, wondering why she was still up and about… and boisterous.

He silently observed her as she approached him. And he noticed that she seemed unsteady; her stride was careful but he can see that she was tilting a bit and her hand never left the kitchen counter.

"Are you drunk Nami?"

She stiffened at his question. "Excuse me?"

"You're staggering," Zoro pointed out.

"No I'm not!" She vehemently denied. "Just had a feeew drinks is all…" She stuck her tongue out at him. "You of all people should know that I don't get drunk that easily."

He looked unconvinced. Few for Nami usually means almost ALL the liquor stock available. "Uh-huh. Is that why you're using the counter for support?"

Nami puffed her cheeks. She was now near enough for him to note that her face was flushed and her eyes, a bit unfocused.

Not drunk my ass alright. He thought with a scoff.

"I am not drunk Zoro!" She poutily declared when she heard the unbelieving sound he made. She let go of the counter to place her hands on her hips—the way she usually does when she was about to chastise him. However, the sudden defiant movement made her wobble a bit and Zoro automatically reached for her arm to steady her.

"Not drunk my ass," he voiced his earlier thought.

"You're the one to talk." Nami grumbled while holding on to him. She drew closer and sniffed. "You reek of alcohol swordsman." She scrunched up her nose in disgust.

Her insult didn't even faze him. With a shit-eating grin he said, "I should say the same to you."

Her brown eyes widened in horror. She looked offended and mortified at the same time. True, he can smell the liquor on her, enough for him to deduce that she probably drank more than just a feeew (to quote her) drinks as she was claiming.

Nami smacked him on the arm lightly. "Not as much as you do baka! Did you take a bath with sake or something?"

Zoro just chuckled at her attempt to drag him in a midnight banter. As much as he wants to engage in their usual verbal play, his head is already buzzing from all the liquor he drank.

He was already following her down the road to inebriation and ready to pass out anywhere.

He was done with this night.

Nami must've sensed it given the way a sly smile appeared on her lips.

Grabbing his shoulders for support, she tiptoed so they were almost face to face. "You are drunk too, aren't you Zoro?" The mapmaker whispered in his ear.

"And what if I am?" Zoro drawled.

She threw her head back and laughed. "So you do get drunk!"

"You wish witch." She laughed again and his arm instantly went around her, just in case she topple-over from dipping her head back too much. He can just imagine the havoc it will cause when she falls and crack her skull on the floor of the Sunny's kitchen while with him.

Ero-cook will definitely murder him before dying from a broken heart if that happens.

All of a sudden, Nami grabbed his face.

"Oi!"

The orange-haired girl huffed. "Don't deny it Zoro. You look like you're about to fall asleep on your feet."

"Hnnn…"

A mischievous smile appeared on her face, as her thumbs gently rubbed at the corners of his eyes. "You know, your eyes slant more when you had too much alcohol," Nami told him in a soft voice. Then a frown marred her features, as she traced the scar running over his left eye. "Or in this matter… your eye…"

His breath got stuck in his throat. He had no idea that she actually paid any attention to him. He can feel his face heating up and it's definitely not because of the booze in his system.

She proceeded to cup his face in the palm of her hands. "And you would smile more. Probably because all that liquor you chugged down help loosen your stoic smiling muscles." Nami daringly use her thumbs to push the corners of his lips up in a lame attempt to make him smile.

Zoro just stood there staring at her, completely perplexed.

Then Nami clapped her hands with his face between them.

"DAMN IT NAMI!"

"Hahaha! Oooops you still felt that!"

"Temee…" With a growl he grabbed her wrists, in case she decides to repeat the action again. "Of course I did!"

"Oh alright," she said in a condescending tone. "I guess you're not really drunk… just supeeer close to it." She mimicked Franky's voice while patting his arm with her free hand to appease him.

"Why would you even think that?!" Zoro snarled at her.

"Why else would you be here in the middle of night, in your sleeping trousers and raiding the fridge?"

"I just wanted some water!" Zoro explained through gritted teeth. The one damn bad thing about this feisty cat thief is that she can really be insufferable… sober or not. "I'm gonna go nap," he mumbled before their conversation turn into a squabble. He doesn't have the energy for it to be honest.

"Hah!" Nami snickered. "There it is. Your own version of 'I'm drunk'."

His good eye narrowed.

"Your eye is slanting so much more now Zoro!" She chirped. "Getting drunker by the minute?"

"Shut it witch or I'll pour all the remaining ice cold water on you to sober you up." He threatened.

He was rewarded with a snigger and she took a step back. It was then that he realized that he was still holding her.

Zoro let her go and made a grab for the pitcher to refill his glass. He ignored the fluttering feeling in his chest from their exchange earlier.

"Hey. Why didn't you join me tonight Zoro?" Nami nudged him with her shoulder to get his attention.

It was his turn to be startled by her question.

"We could've have drunk the whole bar under the table you know," she continued on. "And I could've taken home more berries from the bets if you were there."

Of course she would be interested in money more than anything, as usual.

"I know you'd just find a way to get your hands on my winnings if I drank with you," he muttered glumly.

"Damn right of course!" Nami beamed at him. "Though you should be thankful it's just your money I want to get my hands on." She said rather suggestively, poking him on the chest.

Zoro nearly choked at her statement. What the hell did she mean by that?!

He coughed to clear his throat. Turning away from her, he seized his glass and drank the water in one gulp. He decided to just ignore what she had just dropped on him. "Good thing I decided to drink in another bar then."

She feigned a sad look at that. "Ouch. I'm hurt Zoro. You'd choose isolation over a friend?"

"Nice of you to think I drank alone."

Silence suddenly enveloped them.

Nami quirked an eyebrow at him. "The lone wolf finally learned how to make friends?"

Zoro snorted.

"Oh," she looked a bit astounded. "You mean you… you like… went somewhere where you can…"

They blinked at each other for almost a full minute before her implication dawned into Zoro. "What?! No!" He looked just as stunned as her. "Of course I wouldn't… it's not…" he stuttered, unable to give her an explanation.

Well that suddenly sobered both of them up a bit.

The former pirate hunter felt all his blood rushed up to his face. This is embarrassing.

He rubbed a hand on his face before clearing his throat. "Usopp and Luffy joined me for a while. Then Franky, before he headed back here. Then Brook. That's what I meant by I'm not alone."

It's not like he owed her an explanation but he didn't want her to think that he actually hang-out in bars to pick women up…

… Or that he deliberately goes in brothels to get laid.

Nami worried her lower lip looking deep in thought. "Oh okay…"

Damn it!

"For a moment I thought you'd rather spend time with a stranger than with me."

A disgruntled sound escaped his lips and he swiftly averted his eyes to avoid her gaze. How do one respond to that? What should he say?

Should he tell her that he actually wanted to spend time with her? That he wanted to accompany her at the bar where she went earlier and spend all night sitting beside her as they drink the stocks empty and win every single drinking competition thrown their way?

But that he didn't? Instead he forced himself to look for another pub or tavern far away from her.

Because recently, he realized that being with Nami… was a bit disconcerting.

She stirs up certain emotions inside him that he was not too familiar with.

And it was throwing him off. Because he had no idea how to deal with it or how to handle it.

He shook his head to brush all the thoughts in his mind away.

This should be dealt with some other time. When they are both sober and in their right minds.

Tonight was not the night for this.

Nami suddenly pressed into him.

"Hey!" He glanced down, his lone eye meeting her half-lidded ones.

Great. The alcohol already took its toll on her. Nami looks like she's about to pass out.

"I could use some water too Zoro," she murmured, resting her forehead against his chest.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt the familiar, warm sensation crept slowly all over his body. She was too close for comfort now.

"Go get your own glass then." He grumbled.

He felt her pout as her lips touched his bare skin. "We can just share." She suggested in a tone that he knows so well. He recognized it as the one she constantly uses whenever she wants a favor from the cook or any other man she wants to twist around those devious fingers of hers.

He scowled. Like that would work on him…

Then he felt his resolve crumble a bit when she shifted closer and the scent of mikans mixed with alcohol assaulted his nose.

It was enticing. It makes him want to try and see if she tasted like she smelled.

His thoughts were cut off when she suddenly grabbed the glass in his hand.

Ever alert, Zoro held on to it.

She lifted her head up and their eyes locked. Nami tugged at the glass and he tugged back. She was no match against his grip of course. But he had to give her points for bravely trying.

Then she did the unthinkable. She wrapped an arm around his waist and pushed him back so she was now essentially pinning him between her body and the kitchen counter.

"Nami!" He rumbled the moment he felt her bountiful chest against him.

Nami smiled cheekily at him and she quickly snatched the glass out of his hand. "See it's not bad to share Zoro." She tossed back the glass's content before placing it back down the counter.

He answered her with a glare. She has yet to get herself off him.

Nami was gazing up at his face, smirking at her victory. Then he watched as it slowly disappeared as she blinked up at him. Nami looked like she was pondering about something.

"Zoro," she called his name in a way that it set off every single nerve in his body, sending it into overdrive.

"What now?" He asked in a raspy tone.

She was silent for a few seconds. But there was a gleam in her eye that he wasn't sure he liked. "I'm drunk... and you're drunk as well right? Can we just leave it at that?"

His eyebrows drew close to each other. "What are you even say—"

And she cut him off by capturing his lips with hers.


The End –


R and R please.

Just a fun suggestion. Try listening to Bitter Sweet's Drink You Sober. The music is perfect for a ZoNa sexy time. And i will help you imagine what possibly took place after the last scene. Unless I'm able to write it as a bonus one-shot. Hahaha!