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. One shot. PWP.

Rating: M (Just implications and some words)

Note: So this is inspired by the Kingdom dance in Tangled, a Nami line in One Piece Treasure Cruise and the fact that I want to slash a prompt from the drabble list. Prompt #88: "Come here" done. And if you want an idea on how bouncy the jig Brook's playing, play the one from Titanic (the third class party).

Summary: "Have you done enough feasting swordsman?"


LITTLE BITS AND PIECES OF HEAVEN

19 : Feast Your Eyes


The celebration was already in full swing.

Some of the townsfolk started dancing underneath the brightly illuminated town square as Brook began playing a jig with a borrowed fiddle.

It didn't take long for the other citizens to join the musician with their own instruments.

Usopp—who was standing on a makeshift stage—leapt down and ran towards the throng of dancers, shouting gleefully at his crew mates to join the fun.

With a loud and cheerful yell, Luffy bounded towards the dancers with a chunk of meat in one hand and Chopper on the other.

As if on cue, everyone was now pulling random bystanders and inviting people off the wooden benches and feasting tables to join the dancing.

Soon, the other Mugiwaras were doing the same. Franky offered a hand to Robin, who was sitting on the bench, clapping her hand in time with the music. The archaeologist smiled and conceded.

Sanji was about to ask Nami but his effort was thwarted by Usopp suddenly grabbing the navigator's hand to drag her in a circle he, Luffy and Chopper had made.

The cook shouted curses and threats but his voice was drowned by the music, laughter and clapping.

Zoro smirked from the sidelines, mentally thanking the sniper from whisking Nami away from the perverted cook's clutches. He took a swig from his mug and shook his head to refuse a pretty girl, and another, who were asking him to join the dance as well.

He silently observed his friends; spinning around and around, holding hands as if it they were just on the lawn deck of the Sunny, playing ring-around-the-rosy game. They were jumping and prancing to the lively beat with seemingly boundless energy. He can hear them laughing and cheering and he grinned at the fact that they are enjoying themselves.

They really should. After kicking the ass of the island's former tyrannical ruler and his ridiculous minions, they deserve it.

That was the reason why a feast was being held on their honor. Even if they repeatedly said they are not heroes and was just passing by without really any intention to free the oppressed island.

One steely eye settled on the orange-haired woman as Usopp twirled Nami around. Zoro watched her giggle girlishly when Luffy did the same, before their captain clumsily stepped on her foot. That earned the rubber man a fist in the face as his head hilariously ricocheted, almost hitting Franky's back before Nami went and grabbed Chopper's hand and they whirled together around laughing.

Her hair shone brightly under the yellow lights strung above the town square. She looked radiant, charming even (though he knows how deadly that charm is, he had seen men lured into their doom by that alone); more so when she threw back her head and laughed merrily as Sanji tried to seize her hand again in an attempt to dance with her and Luffy unwittingly intercepted by jumping on the chef's arms.

There was another frustrated scream, followed by a lot of curses and kicking as Zoro rolled his eye.

Stupid cook. Serves him right.

The music continued playing, it seemed endless. And instead of tiring the people out, it only served to make them more enthusiastic as they all clapped, cheered, stomped their foot with the music and laughed, louder than before.

Nami had finally relented and let the blond idiot dance with her and spin her around, thrice, before blood—as expected—spurted out from his nose. From what, Zoro did not bother finding out as he fought the urge to roll his eye again at absurdity of it all. Of course it was not helping that the mapmaker had donned a light blue lace bustier top (he heard her call it that during one tiring, laundry day), and her chest was practically spilling out of it.

Not that he was eyeing her… but yes.

If Nami was able to make him look… then he doesn't even want to think what it was doing to the other men within the vicinity with less restraint than him. Take swirly brows for example.

He studied her at the rim of his mug as he took another sip of his beer. She was trying to catch her breath, her hands on her hips, shaking her head as Chopper hurriedly took care of their fallen comrade. Surprisingly, there was a remnant of smile on her face as she watched everything before her as the others continued to zealously dance the night away.

Her chest heaved as she tried to get her breathing back to normal and he didn't missed the way the soft mounds in front of her bounced slightly at each movement. And the dainty gold chain she was wearing around her neck wasn't doing anyone a favor as it only guaranteed to catch anyone's eyes and lead it straight down to her cleavage.

His gaze trailed upwards. Her long orange hair was loose and the curling tresses looked wild as if someone had deliberately tousled it by raking their fingers through it. There were errant strands sticking against her neck due to sweat. She was breathing through pursed lips and her face was flushed prettily.

She damn looked like she had been thoroughly kissed.

Or even better…

She looked exactly the way she does after a night of having his way with her.

Something instantly stirred inside him and he can feel himself starting to swell at the thought of taking her again… probably tonight if possible.

He didn't realize he was biting at the rim of his mug; not until he gritted his teeth when a love-struck fool approached her to try his luck.

He composed himself and shifted his attention to his liquor. It's probably best to just enjoy his drink and temporary peace for now. He still got a barrel—scratch that—or two, to finish up before he was done feasting for the night. Besides, with all the merriment going on and knowing his friends… this could go well until dawn.

Zoro refilled his mug, momentarily glancing back at the crowd to check on Nami and the others when his eye met hers.

She must've refused the man earlier, as she was standing alone now. He saw the way her face lit up when she saw him looking and an enticing but rather devious smile appeared on her lips.

He fixed her with a stare, even as he tipped his mug back to drink his beer.

There was a tap on his shoulder and he was a bit peeved at the interruption. He grudgingly tore his eye away from Nami. A lovely girl was standing beside him with a shy smile on her face. She was asking him if he wanted to dance and he immediately shook his head to turn her down, trying his damnedest to be polite as much as possible.

He went back to drinking and refusing another girl's invitation to dance again. He was well on his way to his fourth mug when he felt someone swiftly sidle closer to him. The distinct scent of mikans gave her away and Zoro wasn't a bit surprised to find a pair of smooth, shapely legs just in line with his unimpaired vision.

"Are you done making pretty girls cry tonight?"

He lazily flicked an eye up on her face and scoffed.

Nami was smiling cheekily as she took the liberty of sitting on the table where he was drinking, nonchalantly crossing her leg over the other and setting one strappy heeled foot on the space beside his seat, letting the other just dangle in mid-air.

She placed her elbow on her knee, resting her chin in her hand as her brown eyes trailed over him up and down slowly.

Zoro threw back his drink draining the mug's content in one gulp… before letting out a loud belch knowing it would ruffle her feathers.

The navigator's face scrunched into a frown at his uncouthness. "You are such a pig Zoro!"

His grin was wide when he saw her expression.

She stuck here tongue out at him. "Have you done enough feasting swordsman?" Nami inquired as she observed that the table was almost food-free.

When he didn't answer again, she decided to poke his leg with the pointy heel of her shoe. "Well… have you?" She probed as she poked him again, prompting him to clamp down a hand around her ankle.

"Nope," Zoro replied. "Not yet."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Please don't tell me what you wolfed down earlier and the three barrels of booze were still not enough?" She keeps forgetting how Zoro is just like their gluttonous captain… his appetite was just a voracious.

The smirk that appeared on his face set off the alarm bells inside her head as his thumb started rubbing the inside of her ankle, just below the strap, sending a wave of warm pleasure all over her body.

"There's something else I want to feast on tonight."

Nami's breath hitched at that. With one arm he managed to scoop her up by the waist as he stood up, growling a 'come here', before throwing her over his shoulder.

"ZORO!" She yelped, smacking him on his back, even as she hooked an arm around his neck.

Zoro quickly glanced around to see is anyone can see them. Thank heavens all of their nakama and townspeople were still in the reveling zone; partying their hearts out.

He chuckled as he started walking away from all the merrymaking. He surreptitiously slid a hand inside her short skirt to give her ass a slap.

Shivers ran up and down Nami's spine as an excited moan escaped her before she can even stop herself. Her insides started to throb in anticipation in what he might have in store for her tonight.

She pushed herself off his shoulder a little so she can look at his face. "At least know where you are going Zoro."

"Does it really matter where?"

"At least somewhere with a bed idiot."

They rounded a corner of a random dwelling, just as Brook started playing another jig and the whole town erupted into cheers and clapping again.

"We don't need a bed Nami," He whispered huskily. "You're not sleeping tonight."

The heat she was feeling immediately shot straight into her head. "Oh fuck." Nami gasped, biting her lip as Zoro started planting wet kisses on her jaw and neck.

"Yeah... all night long." He assured her as he crushed her lips against hers.

This is definitely going to be one night she wouldn't mind losing sleep.


The End –


R and R please.