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Like a moth to a flame her eyes weren’t on his legs anymore.
Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as her face burned with the realisation of what she’d just done.
She’d just ogled Sanji!
Or, Sanji fell first, Nami fell harder.
Rating: M. Explicit.
This is for my lovely giftee @babuart for the @sanamievents annual gift exchange! One of her prompts was Sanji making Nami flustered and it just developed from there.
I’ve wanted to do Nami’s POV with falling for Sanji and I love to think it happened suddenly, like a slap in the face. Is this also just an excuse for me to thirst over Sanji? Yes, yes, it is.
Summary: Two idiots without braincells finally find someone holding them all.
Or, Luffy and Zoro break into the wrong apartment.
Rating: T
For formatting reasons, I'm not posting this here but I know some people follow me here instead of on AO3, so I thought I'd share the link! You can find this fic here.
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This is for our server’s annual gift exchange, @sanamievents , and Shz was my lovely giftee! Their prompt was jealously, particularly on Nami’s side and what better than to make them both jealous!
Summary: He was too blind to see that she had always been looking at him.
Or, three times Sanji was jealous and one time Nami was.
Rating: T
This can be found over on AO3.
“Another round?”
Both glasses were filled before she could answer but, then again, she never had turned down a drink before.
“What, you want us to know each other’s star signs and favourite colour?” She snarked, sitting on the bench.
Or, Nami and Zoro begin to make a habit of drinking shots and getting to know each other.
Rating: T
I'm still not sure if I'm going to post full fics on Tumblr, but I know some people follow me here instead of AO3, so I thought I'd share the link! You can find this fic here.
I realised I only posted one zonami fic last year and I knew I had this knocking around somewhere almost complete. So I tidied it up. Hopefully it’ll motivate me to complete/start other pieces.
Summary: Zoro liked to nap in the sun and sometimes, Nami joined him.
Rating: M
This can also be found on AO3 and FFN.
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She really should have noticed sooner.
Zoro slept in the sun. A lot.
Which wasn’t that ground breaking nor difficult considering they were out on the open sea and he liked to nap (a bit too much, in her opinion) but that wasn’t it.
It was that he moved around the ship throughout the day, chasing the sun and dodging shadows.
The reason she finally noticed was because when he’d finally got his act together and they got together, she’d sometimes join him. If she wasn’t lounging with Robin and had a spare moment where she just wanted to read, she’d sit next to him. It was peaceful and as long as it wasn’t too hot, the warm sun felt nice mixed along with a chilly breeze.
If he wasn’t in a deep sleep, he’d sometimes hear her approach and crack an eye in greeting but when he was, it was comical to see him wake up and do a double take at her presence.
But the most interesting thing was how, regardless of how deep asleep he was, he’d sooner or later realise when the sun had moved. If he was only resting his eyes, he’d notice within a few minutes before getting up and moving further down the ship to give himself as much time as possible before having to move again. If he was in a deep sleep, the longest she’d seen him go was ten minutes before waking and moving.
When she was with him, he’d nudge her gently, disturbing her from whatever she was reading to let her know they were moving. If she was deeply engrossed in whatever she was reading, she’d move with him to continue, but sometimes she used it as a timer. Spend some quiet time with him and when he moved, she’d go and do something else.
That little bit of information explained a lot. Like how he was so much more tanned than the rest of them, even though they all spent time outside. Why he moved around the ship throughout the day. Before she’d thought he did it to be annoying with the number of times she’d heard Sanji swear at him as he tripped over his legs, not expecting him there… and okay fine, she’d seen him move his legs out just before Sanji was about to walk past, so some of it was on purpose. But that seemed more opportunity than actually planned.
Yet, without fail, every time he moved, he’d settle back in and stretch languidly in contentment, sun warming his skin as he closed his eye.
It reminded her of a cat.
A big, grouchy cat.
.
.
.
Nami hadn’t come into the library with the intention of looking for Zoro but she found him anyway when she entered to find her book on sea patterns. She hadn’t seen him for a few hours and she’d figured he was either in the crow’s nest or further down the ship as it was late afternoon. But this was where he was instead, stretched across the bench, legs crossed, arms behind his head and topless as the sun shone through the window.
She’d be a fool not to appreciate the sight for a moment when she could. The sun casted him in a golden glow, lightening his tan whilst casting a shadow against the lines of his stomach, further highlighting the groves of his muscles. Yet it had the opposite effect on his face; the light skimmed across his features, already softened by sleep and she liked the contrast.
He was handsome.
And he was laying right in front of her section of books. She grinned to herself.
She walked over normally, sandals clicking against the wooden floor in the quiet room as anything else would wake him up and she was pleased to see not even an ounce of consciousness on his face when she reached him. She leaned over, obstructing the sun and pretending to choose a book, finger skimming across the spines.
It didn’t take long; he wasn’t as asleep as he appeared.
“Oi, you’re blocking the sun, it’s warm,” he said, voice gruff from not speaking for a while and squinting at her.
“You’d also be warm if you put a top on,” she retaliated, eyes flicking down to his bare chest for a second.
“Too comfortable to move.”
“Convenient.” She selected the book she’d come in for but her previous plans of leaving the library with it were abandoned. “Now scooch, I want to sit there.”
His eye opened again. “There’s a whole bench free.”
“True, but this is the only spot in the sun.” She smiled down as him innocently, batting her eyelashes.
“Don’t be difficult on purpose,” he told her, voice turning exasperated.
“But it’s so fun.”
He grumbled, irritated but let his eye close again.
“I said it was fun but I really do want to sit there.”
He ignored her, pretending to be asleep.
“There’s space for the both of us, don’t be selfish,” voice taking on a whining edge that she knew he hated.
He laid there a little longer, like she’d go away if he did but when he cracked his eye to look at her after a moment, he huffed, sitting up. He looked like a ruffled cat, agitated as he crossed his arms, back now to the sun. She took her seat next to him, ignoring his sulking and enjoying the way the sun warmed the back of her arms.
She didn’t look at him as she said, “I didn’t say you had to sit up.” She patted her thigh, inviting him to lay back down.
“Oh.”
That pulled him out of his sulking as he laid down again, his head now pillowed on her thigh instead of his arms.
“Yeah, ‘oh’. No need for a temper tantrum.”
“Then say it in the first place!” He complained, although it didn’t match the way his face relaxed and his head nuzzled into the skin of her leg, getting comfortable.
“No thanks,” she chirped, placing the bookmark on her unoccupied side and opening the book to the last page she was on.
If he was going to say anything, it was put to bed when free her hand ran through his hair. Her hand carded through his hair, working from his forehead back until she reached her thigh. She did this a few times and he sighed in contentment, which was the closest she’d get to a compliment.
For someone who, to her disgust, didn’t wash as much as she’d like, his hair was surprisingly soft and she liked that it was a little longer after their two-years apart, there was more to play with.
His breathing evened out shortly after but she still continued, liking the way it felt under her fingers. She carded her fingers through his hair a few more times before randomly picking a section of hair and stroking from the root to the end of his hair, working methodically through, occasionally parting as she went. The only time she stopped was when she needed to change the page or when he’d turned in his sleep, mumbling something under his breath as he faced towards her stomach. It freed up the nape of his neck and she took full advantage of the untouched hair there.
When she finished her chapter, she used the small break to look at him again. She thought about her previous description of him, how he chased the sun, the warmth, like a cat. Except that didn’t quite fit him; he was too large, too intimidating, to be considered the same as a household cat. He was more like a lion or tiger.
.
.
.
Nami was tired today. She hadn’t slept well the night before and by mid-day, her eyes were stinging even with the two coffee’s she’d had in the morning.
Despite that, the weather was too nice to go and lay down and her trees were calling. It’d been a while since they’d been tended to and there were a few stray branches that she wanted to snip off. Maybe add some fertiliser to the soil.
She’d barely started, not even one tree complete when she heard a voice call, “Nami.”
A very familiar, gravelly voice.
Peering around the tree’s, there was Zoro, arms and legs crossed, leaning against the opposite railing. He was almost halfway between the library door and Robin’s flower patch. She wasn’t quite sure how she’d missed him when she came up. It made sense though, the sun was high in the sky, Luffy and the others were rambunctious today that he’d get peace up here.
“I thought you were in the crow’s nest,” she told him, walking towards him.
“Probably later if nothing happens.”
He looked comfortable and with the heat bearing down on her, it only made her eyelids feel heavier. Oh screw it.
“Zoro, scooch,” she repeated her words from last week.
He looked gobsmacked before outraged as her words sunk in. “You’ve got to be kidding, the whole deck is in the sun! And you’re doing your trees,” he argued.
“No, I mean-” she pointed at his crossed arms, refusing to say what she actually wanted.
It was clear he still wasn’t quite sure what she wanted as he slowly unfolded his arms but soon figured it out when she sat herself on his crossed legs. It took a bit of adjusting to get comfortable and she refused to look him in the eye as she draped one of his arms over her legs. His other arm moving by itself to settle around her back. When she did finally look at him, his raised eyebrow made her feel defensive.
“What?” she asked with narrowed eyes.
“It’s not often you wanna nap with me.”
Whilst she may sit with him, it was far rarer that she actually napped with him. She could count it happening on her hand, regardless of them being together.
“Ah Zoro, you almost sound happy. You want to cuddle?” She teased.
He huffed, “Shh. Sleep.”
She ignored him, eyeing the shadow she casted over his chest. “I’m going to ruin your tan sat like this.”
“Don’t really care.”
“The fearsome Roronoa Zoro has tan lines from letting his girlfriend sleep on him.”
With a grin smug, he asked, “Fearsome, huh?”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s what you took from that sentence?”
He smiled, closing his eye and although she was warm and comfortable, and tired herself, as she still looked at his skin, she thought-
“Have you put lotion on?” She poked his cheek, as if that would tell her the answer.
“Huh?” His voice was just starting to sound exasperated as his eye opened again.
“To protect against the sun?” She said it in such a way you could also hear the silent ‘duh’. “I’m sure Chopper lectures you about this.”
He looked at her blankly.
“I’m going to be all young and you’re going to look like a walking leather wallet!” She flicked her hair over her shoulder. “People are going to wonder how you got so lucky to land a jackpot like me.”
“Plan on sticking around that long, do you?”
He was trying to embarrass her, trying to get a rise out of her. Not today. “You don’t?”
Thin ice, he had to tread carefully and she bit down her grin as she looked at him.
He looked weary, knowing it could end in being punched. “I didn’t say that,” he cautiously settled on.
She cooed, teasingly pinching his cheek, “That’s so cute Zoro, who knew you thought about the future.”
“I thought you were here to nap?” He snapped after having the tables turned on him.
“I am, but I’ll make sure you put on lotion next time.”
She settled, head tucked into the crook of his neck and arms gathered in front of her, one hand on his chest. When he hummed in acknowledgement, she felt the vibration rattling through the skin of her palm.
They lapsed into silence and she was almost asleep when his hand found its way into her hair, idlily playing with her hair. It was almost like he was repaying her from the other week. She melted against him and if she could purr, she would. His hand was warm and when his fingers touched her scalp, little sparks shot down her back.
Normally she’d want to check the cleanliness of his hands before letting them anywhere near her hair but now… now…
She couldn’t focus or think of anything else other than how good it was. She leaned in, trying to get closer and gasped when he parted her hair. He did it again in a different spot before the pads of his fingers massaged her scalp and her hair would be greasy so much quicker because of this but she didn’t care. Not when it felt so good.
When his hand stopped dead, she groaned. “No Zoro, don’t stop,” she whined, trying to push her head into his hand and urge him to continue.
“Then stop wiggling.”
She hadn’t even realised she had been. “But it feels good.”
“Yeah?” He asked, voice low and it was a tone that sent shivers down her back. She knew that tone well.
When she looked up, his gaze was already trained on her. She leaned up closer again but this time, not to get his hand to move but to kiss him and he met her halfway
And oh. That was why he wanted her to stop wiggling.
“So much for napping together.”
“We’d be asleep right now if you would’ve stopped wiggling.”
“Then don’t play with my hair, you started this.”
“Stop talking.”
Before she could scold him for being rude, his lips were back on hers, demanding and she matched his pace, like that would make her point she was so rudely interrupted from. His hand dropped from the crown of her head to the base of her neck, his other moving from her legs up until he cupped her breast, rubbing her nipple through her bikini top with the pad of his thumb. She gasped and their kiss stuttered to a stop when he wouldn’t let up.
“Maybe we should move this somewhere private.”
He moved his kisses to her jaw with the interruption. “This won’t take long and then we can nap.”
“The crew,” she uttered out, trying to contain a whimper when his hand slipped underneath her bikini top.
“I’ll hear them coming from a mile away, they’re hardly quiet,” he assured, fingers moving with experience and she squirmed, thighs rubbing together.
“Fine, but let’s be quick about this.” She tried to sound put out, like he’d convinced her but it was hard to do when she was already panting.
“Huh,” he said, almost to himself and ignoring what she said, his hand stilled, “I never thought you could tan.”
She followed his gaze until she saw a patch of uncovered skin from where her bikini top had shifted and although subtle, there was a feint line. “You’re a bad influence.”
He smirked, almost like that was an achievement and kissed her again. She tilted her head to find the right angle and their lips slotted together. For someone that carried a sword in his mouth, his lips were never chapped. She slipped her tongue between his lips and his soon joined her.
“I miss the days you used to wear skirts, would’ve made this a lot easier.”
“Stop you’re whining and get to work,” she whispered and instead of being annoyed, he smirked when he opened her jeans one handed, with practised ease.
There wasn’t time for teasing and their position certainly didn’t allow for it, she was very aware that someone could come up there any minute. He was too when his middle finger slipped between her lips and whilst they hadn’t done much, she was wet. Maybe it was the thrill of getting caught, which she blamed Zoro entirely for turning her into a pervert.
His finger stroked between her lips, spreading the wetness and she let out a shaky breath which turned into a sharp gasp when his finger circled the bundle of nerves at the top. Her legs widened, trying to make space for him, to get him closer and she was too lost in the sensation of his fingers on her to feel embarrassed about her position.
“Zoro,” she moaned far too loudly.
“Feel good?”
He didn’t wait for her to respond as he kissed her instead, swallowing her pants and using them to spur him on. He teased along the folds a few more times until he started to find a rhythm.
After being together for a while now, he knew what he was doing to get her to orgasm and to get her to a good one. As they were doing this on the sly, he focused on the bundle of nerves, slowly circling with the pad of his finger. It started gentle but as the he was building speed, he applied more pressure, not taking his finger off for even a second.
They were both too focused on other things to kiss properly now but she still pressed them into his neck sporadically, both because of how good he was making her feel but also to try and contain the sounds that were falling from her mouth. There was also part of her that liked how safe she felt, liked being this close to him whilst he was making her see stars.
Her hand tightened on his shoulder as the pressure in her stomach was building and she could hear herself in a mixture of moans and calling Zoro’s name. She trusted that if the crew were close by, he’d have quietened her. Her back arched as the wave came crashing over her and his finger didn’t stop until she moaned weakly, trying to close her legs.
She sat there, curled into him and when she finally managed to open her eyes again, he was looking down at her fondly. It wasn’t a look many were lucky to see on his face and it made her feel warm. He leaned down to press a kiss onto her forehead and she hummed.
“You okay?” He asked, comfortingly stroking the outside of her thigh.
“More than okay,” she assured, still soaking in the last wisps of her orgasm.
With her head on his shoulder, she looked up at him. “What do you want?” She purred, hand smoothing over his pec, only for her fingers to play with the puckered skin of his scar.
“Later,” he said, arms tightening around her as he settled again.
“Really?” She could still feel him pressing into her backside.
“Too messy and I don’t want to move.”
She could relate, she thought as her thighs rubbed together. Then again, it was nothing compared to the mess he’d make and she could somewhat ignore it. Especially as she felt her muscles go lax from the warmth of the sun.
He yawned one more time before his head tilted back to rest against the railing. She stretched in contentment, the sun warm on her skin and her head settled back into the crook of his neck. The sounds of the crew’s natter in the distance and soft waves hitting the ship lulled her into a dreamless sleep.
Maybe they were both like cats.
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Sometimes, all I want to do is talk about how attractive Zoro is and write about nothing with these two… and okay fine, I wanted them to cuddle damn it.
