The aftermath of the fight had Chopper busy running back and forth, attending to the injuries of his crewmates.

Nami towered over a sitting Zoro. Her hand was grasping his chin quite forcefully as the other was busy cleaning the wounds on the side of his face.

It wasn’t really urgent nor necessary… but hell she needed an excuse to touch him right after the fight of their lives.

Zoro was glowering at her. And growling. And griping. She tightened her hold on his chin and he surprisingly winced slightly before scowling back at her.

“That will scar,” she murmured as she studied his injuries.

“Let it.”

She sighed and gingerly touched the slashes with her fingertips and Zoro was prompted to stop his usual biting remarks reserved for her as he took her action as a sort of truce between them.

He let his head lean slightly to her warm, soft palm.

"I'm ok Nami."

She nodded. And her attention suddenly shifted towards the other room where their captain was yelling for food even in his half-asleep state.

Nami took a deep breath and was about to march towards where the rubber idiot was when she felt something heavy fell against her chest.

Huh?

The navigator stared with wide eyes as green-colored hair suddenly filled her vision. She blinked. Once. Twice. But the image remained right in front of her.

Zoro had fallen asleep while sitting on bed…

…and his head had drooped down straight into her chest, nose first into her cleavage.

For a moment, Nami was unsure on what to do. There was a prickling sensation on her skin; spreading from her chest where Zoro was positioned, onto her arms and up her neck as her cheeks grew warmer and warmer by the second.

Oddly, Zoro seemed comfortable on where he is right now. He even snuggled closer, face burrowing deeper into her.

Yet Nami didn’t push him away, even if her head feels like it would explode from too much warmth.

Instead her arms went around him to cuddle him closer to her; relishing on this rare, hopefully not once-in-a-lifetime experience and how the former pirate hunter looked absolutely adorable snoozing against her breasts…

Usopp suddenly appeared in her line of vision looking downright surprised at what he's seeing. Before he can open his mouth to speak, Nami glared at him menacingly, then at the door. A silent command for him to shut his trap and leave her alone with a slumbering Zoro resting against her.

The sniper immediately high-tailed it out of there with a hand clamped on his mouth. Probably to stop himself from laughing or screaming as he searched for his friends to blabber what he had seen.

Before Nami can go back to savoring the moment… Zoro's arms suddenly went around her, pulling her closer before dropping down on the bed taking her with him.

"Zoro!" She yelped when they bounced on the mattress.

Yet Zoro remained asleep, his arms tightening around her as he enveloped her in a hug that there's no way in hell she can get away from.

She made a face. He was using her as his own personal pillow.

But she didn't mind. Not really.

Just think of all the belis she can charge him for this.

Plus it'll be so much fun to see what'll happen after he wakes up and finds her in his arms.

"He's sleeping again," Usopp plopped down the bench surrounding the Sunny’s library with an exasperated and exaggerated whine. “I need someone to wake him up.”

Nami barely spared him a glance as she hunched over her mapping desk, double checking the chart she had just finished. “It's his pre-dinner nap time. Good luck with that."

Usopp scratched his head. “I need his help to move some of the crates we got from the town earlier.”

Nami frowned a little, eyes still fixed on her map and still not looking at him. “Why don’t you ask Luffy? Or Franky? Or Sanji-kun?”

The sniper slumped further down the bench dejectedly. “Luffy is busy playing. Franky is busy tinkering.” He ticked off, staring at the ceiling blankly. “And Sanji… Sanji’s in a mood after Luffy accidentally slammed onto some of the crates earlier, breaking it and spilling the contents.”

“Hmmm… I take it that what spilled out is edible?”

“Yeah… and fell down the water…”

“WHAT?!” Nami immediately straightened up at that and slammed her hands on her table. “Are you saying our stocks’ allowance got wasted just like that?”

Usopp blinked at her disbelievingly. “Well… our food stock got wasted… but yeah, we did buy it so… money as well, just like you said.”

Nami scowled. “Alright. Where is Zoro?”

The sharpshooter immediately jumped up at that. “Crow’s nest!” He answered almost excitedly. If there was someone who can get Zoro’s ass moving… it’s none other than their orange-haired, sharp-tongued, devil of a navigator.

That was why he went to her immediately after Zoro ignored his pleas for assistance earlier.

Nami was instantly marching out of the library, with Usopp hot on her heels.

She stomped her way to the crow’s nest. Her high-heeled shoes making angry tapping sounds against the wooden floor that Usopp felt a teeny, weeny pinch of guilt that he had to sic Nami on his green-haired friend. But he wanted this task done before another crate fall victim on Luffy’s antics.

The navigator passed by the galley. The look on her face made the activity inside halt for a few seconds. Sanji and Robin’s gazes—who were cooking and drinking coffee, respectively—followed them and they both stared at Usopp curiously. He responded with a sheepish smile and a shrug of his shoulders.

Nami banged the door opened and made her way down the stairs and across the deck, her knuckles bopping Luffy’s head hard as she walked past him.

“Ouch Nami! What did I do?!”

“Well talk later you idiot captain.”

Luffy rubbed his head, pouting as he looked at Usopp questioningly.

“That is for the crate you broke.” The sniper whispered and he could swear Luffy turned pale.

Nami was now halfway up the rope ladder leading to the nest and Usopp scrambled to follow her.

Someone needs to be in there in case she goes ballistic and stab Zoro with whatever it is that she was holding in her other hand.

Usopp cringed when she finally disappeared up the nest’s hatch with a shrill cry of Zoro’s name. He can see Luffy doing the same from way down below the deck.

He debated whether he should continue climbing or to stay put, perched along the ropes and leave Zoro to his fate.

Kami bless his soul.

But that irritating, gnawing feeling of guilt was kinda getting to him.

Damn it!

He continued climbing—as fast as he can. Why wasn’t there any shouting?! Zoro should be yelling back at the map maker for disturbing his sleep!

Did something happen? Is one of them dead? Kami knows how vicious those two can be at each other. Damn it!

And it was all his fault!

Usopp hurried up, panting when he reached the room. His eyes turned wide when he saw Nami standing beside a still sleeping Zoro, her arms akimbo, her glare on the swordsman sharp enough to maim the katana wielder on the spot.

“Nami?” Usopp called her.

Nami averted her eyes and fixed her deadly glower on him.

He shrank back at the intensity of it. “Uh, I don’t like that look on your face.” He whispered, cowering.

The orange-haired girl cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Please don’t stab him Nami.”

“Idiot! I’m not going to!” She hissed at him.

“Oh… ok…”

Nami made a tch-ing sound and Usopp peered at the prone figure on the metal floor. Zoro was snoring like there was no tomorrow. There was even a snot bubble on the verge of popping on his nose.

“And since he’s being an ass and doesn’t want to wake up…” a wicked grin was forming on Nami’s lips. She held her hand up and showed Usopp what she was holding. “Then we better make this worthwhile!”

Usopp’s eyes widened and he suppressed a snicker behind his hand. “Nami I have to admit, I love how evil your mind works!”

She grinned and Usopp returned it.

She uncapped the marker she had conveniently brought for this purpose. Stealthily she took a step towards the slumbering, snoring man.

“This is for being a pain the ass,” Nami announced as she bent down to start drawing on the snoozing Zoro’s face.

The tip of her marker barely touched his face when Zoro suddenly moved. With lightning speed, he had knocked Nami’s legs from under her with his own.

“Eeep!”

“You witch!” Zoro’s grin was feral as he gazed at the woman who fell on top of him. His hand was grasping her wrist to prevent the marker she was holding from touching his face.

“You think you can get away with this?”

“Of course!” Nami huffed as she tried to wiggle away from his grip. “That’s what you get for sleeping like a damn log!”

“Dream on,” Zoro smirked. He let his free hand tangled along her orange locks. “And this is what you get for even thinking about it!”

“Zoro wai—mmph.”

He slammed his lips against hers.

In the blink of an eye Zoro had reversed their positions without breaking the kiss and the navigator was now under him… pinned down the metal floor…

“Zorooo…” Nami murmured against his lips. When she felt his hand slid inside her skirt to try and pull her underwear down, she smacked him on the shoulder to get him to stop and focus. “Just… wait…”

Zoro drew back from her, his face scrunched into a frown. “What?!”

“Uhm…” Nami shifted her gaze towards the hatch where Usopp was standing, frozen on the spot.

Zoro followed her gaze.

Usopp continued staring at them looking stunned at what he witnessed.

“Why do you always sleep like that?”

A nose bubble popped as Zoro jerked at the sound, dozily muttering a ‘huh?’ when he realized whose voice invaded his subconscious.

He blinked and blearily stared at the orange-haired woman standing in front of him, with arms akimbo.

Nami sighed wearily. Their swordsman IS a bulky man. And it wasn’t helping anyone when he’s lying on the lawn deck like the useless buffoon that he is, spread eagle and without a care in the world.

“Why do you have to lay down sprawled like that?” She nudged one booted foot with her own. “Can’t you situate yourself in some far corner of ship instead?”

Zoro was scratching his head as he sat up and yawned loudly as he ignored her complaint. Without another word he stood up from his position and moved towards the side of the ship. He unceremoniously dropped down—heavily—on the soft grass and leaned back against the railing, intent on catching his nap again.

Nami frowned. Ok… she had to give him points for actually for transferring without any snide remarks he usually likes to throw at her when she’s bitching on him.

She gave his foot another nudge before he can drift off again.

“Your legs are still in the way Zoro!”

This time Zoro opened his eye to glare at her.

She prodded one of his still spread legs with her heeled foot. “We can’t have Luffy or Chopper tripping on them and falling overboard!”

Zoro continued glaring at her before letting out a disgruntled noise. Nami folded her arms across her chest as she impatiently tapped her foot, waiting for him to yield.

Then he exhaled noisily (which sounded like his usual grumpy way of conceding to her). But instead of removing his legs out of the way, he lifted his arms and beckoned to her. “Come here.”

Nami looked surprised at the invitation. “Huh?”

Zoro made a tsk-ing sound before giving her a curt nod, inviting her again to his open arms. “Come here,” he repeated.

She pouted, looking reluctant at first as her eyes surveyed the deck and the ship. No one was loitering around since they were docked in the port and most likely, the majority of crew was probably frolicking around the town doing Kami-knows-what.

The navigator rolled her eyes as she acquiesced to his request and stepped between his legs. She sat down on the available space in front of him. “What now?” She asked with one eyebrow raised.

His arms automatically wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him in a somnolent yet soothing embrace.

She let a smile spread on her lips at his action.

A satisfied hum escaped her when he dipped his head down slightly to plant a kiss on her shoulder before leaning back on the railing again to doze off.

Nami completely forgot she was chastising him for his choice of sleeping spot and position earlier as she closed her eyes and she settled back against him to savor the feeling of being in his arms. He tucked her head under his chin mumbling about something she didn’t catch.

She felt his breathing even out as he fell back asleep almost instantly. The slow rise and fall of his chest beneath her was so relaxing.

Surrounded by the calming presence and the scent and sound that was distinctly Zoro’s, she felt her eyes grew heavy as sleep temptingly pulled her into its sweet, lulling embrace.

And she let it… did not even bother to fight it.

A satisfied sigh escaped her as her head lolled slightly to side, luscious pink lips pursed as she tried to catch her breath.

Her chest heaved up and down, slowly, as her body started to relax after such a tiresome activity.

She vaguely felt the mattress dipped as a body plopped down heavily beside her. She can hear his strained breaths… its rhythm matching her own still panting ones.

Nami let out a small, exhausted giggle; lifting her hand to playfully poke her companion’s cheek.

“Stop that,” Zoro grunted as he tiredly swatted her hand away.

“Why?” She asked in a breathy voice, frowning at his crabbiness. She gave his feet a light kick before rolling to her side and draping a leg over his. “Are you already spent?”

“Hnn…”

“Is this all Roronoa Zoro’s capable of?”

Zoro sharply turned his head towards her. “Excuse me?”

She laughed at his affronted expression. “Now I know you have your limitations.” She teasingly whispered against his lips as she wrapped an arm around his waist.

He just snorted in response, closing his eye and pillowing his hand behind his head.

Nami smirked as she watched him. She kicked the blanket carelessly strewn over them to her feet and moved to straddle him.

His eye flew open when he felt her weight on top of him.

“Nami!”

“Don’t tell me I’ve already worn you out?” She grinned impishly, reaching up to twist her hair into a messy bun; giving him a nice, full view of her naked body. “And just when we finally made it into our new bed!”

They had started getting frisky while unpacking their things from the boxes in the living room after much playful teasing and bantering. It didn’t take too long and they ended up rolling on the floor of their new place in a tangle of heated bodies and fervent kisses before taking into the couch then finally making their way into their new room.

And to be honest, this kind of housewarming party… beats the one she’d been planning to host in the coming weekend.

Zoro’s hands immediately grabbed her hips and he managed to sneer up at her. “Of course not.”

“Then why are you still lying down there Zoro?”

“Woman, don’t you know what breather means?”

Nami chortled, one finger tracing his muscled chest, still glistening with sweat. “You need one? I’ve seen you do almost a thousand reps and it was not enough to drain the strength out of you.”

She covered his body with her own.

“Yet you’re finally drawing the line here?” She taunted with a peck on his chin.

“Fine!” He growled at her, the arm behind his head moved quickly around her to pin her body against his as he sat up abruptly.

“Whoa!” Nami squealed before laughing out loud, loving how easily she can rile him up when it comes to questioning his endurance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer, planting a soft, appeasing kiss on his lips. “I’m only pulling your leg, babe.”

His eye narrowed dangerously at the nickname.

She laughed again and brushed her lips against his.

Zoro’s hand tangled along her orange locks, as he pushed her closer, unraveling the messy bun she made earlier. From the way he was kissing her back… it was enough to tell her that he didn’t need any more convincing for another more round.

She was enjoying how their embrace was slowly turning passionate when he suddenly shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, feet planting down the floor with a thud.

“Zoro?” Nami drew back from him, surprised.

He stood up suddenly, easily lifting her up with him. His hands grabbed her at her ass, kneading it gently as she hooked her legs around his waist.

“Where are you going?” She raised an eyebrow as he headed towards the door.

“I need some water.”

Nami pouted and ruffled his hair as he stepped out of the room. “You don’t need to take me with you!” She complained as he made his way towards the kitchen, past the still half-unpacked boxes scattered here and there.

“Oh I do. Aren’t you thirsty?”

“Not really.”

He smirked. In a very naughty way, reserved for her eyes only.

“You will be after I’m through with you.” He promised; the corner of his lips quirking up.

Nami brought down the newspaper she was reading on her lap, lips jutting out in a pinkish, exasperated pout.

A snore thundered from across the other side of deck and she sharply flicked her gaze at the source.

The idiot swordsman was snoozing for the umpteenth time against the Sunny’s railing.

Another snore came from him and Nami felt a nerve twitching on her forehead from irritation.

That’s the third fucking time and she can only take so much.

Standing up from her deck chair she marched towards the slumbering man.

She pondered on whether she would punch him awake or just screech at his ear—she knows how much he hates that.

With one hand fisted, she stood in front of her still dead-to-the-world nakama.

Nami took a deep breath, mustering the strength to hit him with enough force to knock his non-existent brains out.

Or miraculously correct his busted inner compass.

Then she paused.

Because Zoro immediately stopped snoring the moment she was near him.

Nami blinked. Earlier he was sleeping with mouth wide open, snoring like a pig…

And now…

Now he seemed to settle back more comfortably, the features of his face softening as his head dipped on one side. His eye was still closed… his breathing even.

He was still asleep.

Did he… felt her presence or something like that?

Haki? She thought, glancing at her hand. If that’s the case then it’s futile to whack him awake.

Nami studied him for a moment. He looked like he was still deep in his sleep.

She crouched down beside him and cheekily poked his cheek.

When she did not receive any reaction, she repeated it again.

She watched his brows furrowed as he stirred to wakefulness.

Nami grinned. One more poke and she’s absolutely sure he will be shouting bloody murder at her for disturbing him.

Well… as long as she annoys him then she’d call it even. He did irritate her earlier with all his uncouth snoring.

Her finger pressed into his cheek again.

Zoro turned his head towards her direction, one eye still close with a deep frown on his face...

And surprisingly clamped his mouth around her finger, sinking his teeth lightly on the soft flesh of her digit.

Nami shrieked. And Zoro's eye flew wide open. They stared at each other in shock before Nami tugged her finger... 

... or tried to.

Good grief! Zoro just bit her finger with the same teeth that he uses to hold one of his swords! 

Panicking, she tried to wiggle it to see if he hadn't severed it. Her face heat up when the tip of her finger grazed his warm, wet tongue.

Good heavens. What is that burning sensation racing across her arm to her face? 

“Damn it Zoro! Let go!”

Zoro was too flustered to react. He honestly thought it was Usopp or Luffy, out to disturb his sleep again just like they always liked to do.

But Nami?

His eye looked down on the finger in his mouth. His face turning to ten different shades of red.

"Ouch! Zoro let go!" Nami cried out again and that snapped him out of his stupor. 

He immediately released her finger, scooting back as far as the Sunny's railing would let him.

"I-I-I thought you were Luffy! Or Usopp!" He blurted out. 

Nami glared at him. "Why would you think that?!" She snarled and looked at her finger, now slightly coated with his saliva. "Eeeww. Gross Zoro!" She looked pained and about to cry.

"Are you alright?" Zoro reluctantly scooted closer. "Did I... bit you hard?" He didn't know why in the seven seas that supposedly innocent question made his face heat up more.

Nami stared at him, cradling her abused finger in one hand, her face turning as red as Zoro's.

"Of course not you idiot. You nearly bit off my finger!"

"Lemme see!"

"No!" Nami quickly stood up and ran towards the toilet under the stairs, slamming the door shut.

Inside Nami turned the tap on and placed her finger under the running water. Kami knows what Zoro puts in his dumb mouth. She closed the faucet and studied her finger. His teeth marks still remained embedded on her skin. 

A vague image of him leaving them in other more delectable parts of her body suddenly crossed her mind.

Fuck. She cursed and opened the faucet again, letting the water pour down on her finger as she rubbed it hard. What was that?! Damn Zoro! This is his fault!

There was a knock on the door.

"Nami?" 

"WHAT?!"

"Do... do you want me to call Chopper?"

She stilled. Well that would just cause more drama wouldn't it? Chopper would reprimand Zoro, then Sanji will find out. The two will exchange blows. Then Luffy will find out and he’ll probably chastise Zoro for hurting her.

It doesn’t really need to blow out of proportion.

Especially since it was an accident.

Though accident or not… she will make Zoro pay for this. 

"Nami? Hey, sorry alright?" Zoro said through the door. She can imagine him frustratingly scratching the back of his head. 

She opened the door. And he visibly flinched.

"It really hurt Zoro," she mock-pouted and Zoro, as much as he wanted to point out that it was really her fault, bit his tongue. "Weren’t you supposed to know who's lurking beside you or something?"

"You are the only one on the deck with me. I don’t need to be that guarded… unless you are planning to stick a knife on me or something!"

 "Well you still should’ve known it was me! That’s what hakis are for!"

Zoro growled an expletive under his breath.

He flicked a glance at her hand and sighed, muttering another apology. 

Nami puffed her cheeks. Zoro was looking guilty enough to make them even.

But she wouldn’t be Nami if she didn’t try to one up him. Or squeeze favors. Or make him cringe and feel uncomfortable.

That’s when she'd call it quits. 

Then Zoro mistakenly and ignorantly put a nail in his coffin by saying, “Let me make it up to you alright?”

Nami instantly smiled, lifting the finger he had bitten so he can see the mark he left. She saw him grimaced and her smile turn evil.

"You better kiss the boo-boo away Zoro."

"…WHAT?!"

“It really hurts.”

Zoro glowered at her. “No.”

She pursed her lips. "Alright call Chopper. Let’s let Luffy and Sanji-kun and the others find out what you did."

“Temee…”

Nami shrugged. "Or we can forget borrowing money the next time you are broke and wants a barrel of whatever concoction you currently fancy."

"You evil witch!"

She grinned impishly and wiggled her finger, feigning a hurt look. “Ouch!”

Zoro look livid and she smiled in triumph. 

Nothing beats getting his boxers in a twist. 

He grabbed her hand and a laugh escaped her. She didn't mean that of course. She had teased him enough. 

"Zoro I was just kid—"

And her words got stuck in her throat when he brought her finger to his lips... … and kissed it.  "—ding..." The last syllable of her sentence came out in a sharp exhale of breath as she stared at him with eyes wide. 

They held each other’s gazes. Zoro still has his lips pressed on her finger while Nami was gaping at him.

Electricity raced up from the tip of her fingers, up to her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

DAMN. IT.

"Aaw! Really now?" Franky's voice boomed from somewhere above and Zoro and Nami stiffened. The shipwright was making his way down the stairs from the Sunny’s helm with their newest member in tow. 

"Sorry to intrude." Jinbe bowed down, a faint blush appearing on his cheek as he followed the cyborg. 

Nami and Zoro remained where they are… motionless.