Theme: Relaxation

Author: Trynia Merin

Part of the 100 themes challenge on Orange and Green

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Eichiro Oda created One Piece, not me, and Shonen Jump owns it. I make no money from the writing of this fanfiction.

When last Nami remembered, the Straw hats and the Whitebeard pirates had joined in a fully raucous celebration of their victory in Alibasta. The alliance had worked, thanks to the efforts of Ace and his crew, and the various members had mixed and mingled to celebrate. On Vivi's royal barge, they had their party, which had gone well into the night and in the morning. Most people had fallen asleep where they lay, bottles of booze and other alcohol scattered about. Nami was warm and comfortable upon opening her eyes, with a blanket or piece of cloth thrown around her. The hard yet deliciously warm surface that she stretched out on was one that she did not want to move from. Plus the arm clutching her to the body of her living pillow felt strongly muscled.

Nami glanced down to see the swordsman of the Straw hats fast asleep under her, mouth wide open as he snored, dead to the world. One hand held his swords, the other clutched her close, and his head was pillowed on an emptied cask. She then realized that his coat was draped over both of them, and Zoro seemed naked from the waist up. Relief and shock filled her.

As she tried to move, Zoro's grip on her tightened. More specifically as she glanced down she realized she was wrapped in his coat, and Zoro's folded legs cradled her hips. Their lower halves were pressed closely together. He still wore his pants, and she remembered she was wearing just her bikini, having tossed away her clothes in a dance on the table with some of the other female members of the pirate crew. Her other hand clutched a bottle while the previous one rested on Zoro's scarred chest. He wore his pants still, and his boots as well as his haramaki, indicating that nothing had happened though she remembered kissing him.

From the taste of the air, Nami realized that the weather was calm, and lack of the sun told her it was still early in the morning. Only the presence of the morning star and the setting moon lit the ship, along with the streaks of clouds lightening on the eastern horizon. Not far from them lay Koji with his wife, both of them curled up in a blanket with bottles around them. They had drunk their own share. She thought she recognized Usopp and Chopper nearby slumbering, and Luffy stretched out on a bench with a bone in his teeth as if he had fallen asleep eating. A few guards on the ship's deck were keeping a bleary-eyed watch, and she knew that at least one of them had pried themselves from drinking to keep watch on the revelry.

What consumed her curiosity was where Sanji was? She recalled him spending time with Vivi, which was quite fine, but would he get into trouble if something happened? If she and Zoro HAD done it that was far from a problem because both of them had sought each other's company from time to time lately. But they had been unable to do much in the ensuing last week.

"Mmm," Zoro mumbled, closing his mouth as he licked his lips. Apparently, Nami's shifting had been enough to pull him out of deep sleep into a shallower cycle. That and his hand sliding down to grip her ass made her blush.

In fact, that first time they had been sexually intimate she had gone around avoiding Zoro for a bit. He had tried to seek her out, but she always pretended to have something else going on, so things had cooled off. They were arguing just as they had before, but Nami had stopped brushing up against him so much. Then a day or so later they were kissing heavily before Sanji almost caught them, and both agreed it was hard to keep up pretenses when they did not have much privacy on the ship. Now it was a given that they were best friends and lovers. Nevertheless, they didn't give any name to their relationship beyond the straw hats.

What was different this time was to be so open about having their hands on each other in public. Usually they kept their lovemaking behind closed doors, but the inhibitions were loosened with alcohol and both of them had gotten frisky while the other pirates drank and did much the same.

Nami shifted more, then realizing that her bare skin brushed against bare skin and cloth. No panties, and no bra because her breasts were stuck to Zoro's bare chest. Not that she was that inhibited with showing herself naked for the right price, but it explained why Zoro had wrapped her in his coat and it was draped over their lower halves. The bulge present by her belly was also quite obvious growing under the cloth of Zoro's dark black pants.

"Don't get up yet," Zoro murmured tightening his grip on her. "Wanna sleep a bit more."

"In THAT condition, idiot?" Nami asked, glaring down at him. He opened his good eye and glanced up at her.

"Don't speak so loud so early in the morning witch," he complained. "Not that I mind you squirming around… it feels good."

"Well you're hard," she murmured, sliding one hand down between them to where his pants were tightest.

"What's stopping you from doing something about it? It's your fault, casting you spells on me," Zoro grumbled, closing his eyes as he squeezed her ass in his hand.

"Well we aren't alone," she whispered.

"Everyone else is asleep and you've got my coat over us. Who needs to know?" he asked, smirking up at her. His hand pulled the swords under his coat after he let them go, and pulled the coat so it covered their waists but left their feet exposed. Sliding down her body, he gave her ass a squeeze, and rubbed her back with small circles. He lowered one leg, wrapping Nami's other leg over his hip and fumbled at his pants between them.

"Zoro…" she whispered.

"I want you, Nami," he murmured.

Surprised at his boldness, Nami didn't feel like arguing because she knew how her insides ached and the blood rushed south longing for that sword of his to bury itself inside her as its sheath. Zoro peered down at her, smirking as he encouraged her to help pull his pants down enough to free him. With a slight grunt, he positioned himself, peering down the coat to where she rolled to the side, and helped make sure he was carefully in place. Then she braced her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself onto him. A move in the wrong direction could cause him a bad injury even though there were no bones in his manhood.

Zoro only acknowledged the relief with a puff of air on her face and a concentrated look as he held her hips. However, the slight smile twitching up the corner of his mouth was enough for her to clench down on him as he filled her with his full length. Nami held her breath, shifting her hips the slightest bit so he was firmly seated and she closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure.

"Much better," he whispered in her ear, breathing into it. Smelling steel and his unique scent, Nami kissed his neck while Zoro licked along her earlobe and breathed deeply of her tangerine smell. Zoro's hips moved up and down at the same pace Nami's did, helping to keep a lazy fulfilling pace.

"Much… much better," Nami agreed, trying not to moan. Tangentially she thought of the fact that his coat was likely a gift from Perona, and he had admitted being intimate with the girl during the two years because he was lonely for Nami. Moreover, Nami had her own affairs in Weatheria with the kindly old man who was her teacher, because she was lonely. Now she was very grateful to Perona for the gift because it was something that Zoro insisted she cover up with after a good round of sex.

Perona had kept Zoro alive and sane. Zoro was a 'boy toy' to Perona in some ways, but she had been good to him. Nami could hardly hate her for that. In fact, Perona was someone to whom she owed a great deal. She made sure Zoro was safely back with the straw hats.

Zoro also knew that the clima tact and the bikinis that Nami wore had been bought for her by her teacher on Weatheria. He didn't fault her though he was a bit jealous. Nami's little gasps were music to his ears and he savored every one.

"c'mere," he whispered, pointing to his lips. Nami bent down as he bent up, and sized his mouth in a kiss. Zoro tasted of rum and rice, and she buried her groans in his mouth. He was the only man who kissed her under such intimate acts, showing his desire and love for her. From the first time they had slept together, he kissed her. Zoro himself admitted he wasn't in the habit of kissing many women.