Hello Everyone! I am finally back with an update! ^_^

"Santoryu: Desire" was initially meant to be a one-off story but the readership and comments encouraged me to continue the story. Once again thank you all!

This time we add in another popular pairing to the mix... Nami! Now what will the Swordsman do? :)

Enjoy! :3

Chapter 2: Nami

Nami gave a long, deep sigh as she sat alone at the Deck of Going Merry, lost in her thoughts.

It had been weeks since she saw that, and she had not been able to get that image out of her mind.

Yes. The Cat Burglar thought that there had been a thief on board the ship when she investigated a noise that came from below the deck in the middle of the night, in the cabin right at the end of the ship, where the Swordsman's isolated chamber was. Zoro might have been a great swordsman, but the wry woman knew that he was wide open when in deep slumber. But it would be really embarrassing, not to mention and outright undermining of her authority on the ship as the Chief Navigator, if she did not actually catch any real intruder under the deck, so Nami chose to sneak into Zoro's room that night on her own. After all, the last thing she needs is non-stop, merciless teasing from the Mugiwara gang, especially that brat of a captain, Luffy.

Yet alas, a thief she had not caught, and in return, her wits and mind had been lost since.

For now, the image of the green-haired swordsman and the beautiful dark-haired archaeologist, hot, sweaty bodies entangled together in love and lust, remain firmly etched in her mind.

Nami flushed a bright red at the recall of the Swordsman broad muscular back, and the soft moans of her fellow female pirate reverberating over the cabin. Hair at the back of her neck stood straight, as she felt a strange sensation enveloping her chest, as a warmness spread out lasciviously between her legs.

Oh my god, no!

Nami flung her arms up in the air in dismay, placed two hands by the sides of her face and palmed her cheeks hard.

All these months of sailing with a bunch of sterile kids must be driving me crazy, thought Nami to herself, shaking her head voraciously.

That Moss Head? Attractive? Quit joking around! What did Robin see in that punk, anyway?!

The pretty Cat Burglar puffed up her face and blew all the air she could out of her lungs. Sure enough, the strange sensations in her body receded, but her chest remained tight and heavy.

"Nami-san? Are you alright?"

A woman's voice broke into her thoughts. Nami swung around and saw Nico Robin, standing before her, her eyes filled with concern.

Again that image flashed before her mind, and Nami, despite herself, flushed a hot red again.

"H-Hi Robin!" Nami stuttered, despite herself.

"Are you well, Nami-san?" asked Robin again, looking at Nami curiously.

"You seem to be flushing red and white all the time when I see you. Do you have a fever?"

A hand erupted from thin air and palmed Nami's forehead. The Hana Devil Fruit user may have been on board for several weeks now, but having some random body part materialise in front of you still needed time getting used to. Nami hurriedly swiped the hand off her forehead and stepped aside, smiling nervously.

"Yes, yes Robin, I am very alright. Just the weather is changing… the air is getting hotter and more humid. I think we should prepare for landing soon."

"Ah, I see," smiled Robin.

Nami studied the alluring archaeologist quietly. Nico Robin was beautiful indeed. Her jet black hair stood out against her lightly tanned skin, and figure slim yet full at all the right places. Just looking at her long, slender fingers and graceful forearms was already a pleasure, even for a woman. It would not be hard for this woman to have any man she wants.

But why the Marimo head?

"Mari-what, Nami-san?"

Shit.

"Oh nothing! I mean the Marines, I hope not to see any of them at the upcoming island we are landing on!"

"Ah, I see."

It was getting too awkward. Even though Robin had not been with the crew for that long, she must notice there was something amiss in her behaviour. She had better find an excuse to leave.

"Oh, well, seeing that we are about to land, I guess I must check out the terrain and some information, don't I? I don't really think that after that, erm episode, the Marines would be so free to come after us, but we had better be safe than sorry, right?"

Robin gave Nami a slightly wide-eyed look, as she kicked herself internally for saying the wrong things again.

"Yes, of course," Robin replied after thinking for a while, slowly.

"I am so sorry, for being a burden."

"Burden? No way! You are an asset to this ship! I mean, I can't be hanging around with these guys forever by myself! And Vivi… she has to return to her country some day. Don't say things like that."

Robin may look strong, but Nami understood under that cold, deadly assassin demeanour, lies a little girl desperate for a place to belong to. A place that did not just want her for her abilities as either spy, assassin, or archaeologist. A place where she could feel safe. A place where she was not used, like a tool.

She may not look like it, ever, but even that idiot of a Captain Luffy, knows that she wants to be saved.

The Mugiwara team did it. They may be on the run, and their bounties have grown multi-fold in their heist to save a top-bounty criminal like Nico Robin, but like their Captain, they never once regretted it. But Robin with her horrendous past, was not as sure. Nami had her trust issues as well. She understood the time needed to work those issues out, to not let cognitive biases and insecurity fester.

Robin must have read the furious internal dialogue that Nami was having for she broke through the awkward atmosphere with a broad smile and light chuckle.

"I guess in the very least, I can be a companion for our dear Navigator, may I say so thus?"

Nami's face lit up, glad that her lack of grace in choice of words did not seem to affect Robin too much. She extended a hand out at Robin, pointing towards a speck of green that could be seen amongst all the water of the deep blue sea.

"Come! Let us prepare together!" said Nami. Robin grinned and took Nami's warm hand, gratefully.

The Going Merry landed safely at a small, lightly inhabited island. Most of the islanders were fishermen, and there were some small mines in the center of the island. It seems that the crew would have to sail upwards a little more, to reach a larger country. But for refilling supplies safely and out of sight from the World Government, the quiet fishing island was perfect.

Nami was exhausted from all the haggling and bickering with the villagers for supplies. One may trust the Mugiwara crew in fighting, just not in the art of monetary negotiation warfare! God knows how they had survived without her holding the purse strings. All that food, water and fuel wasn't there for free and all the men are simply clueless to prices! No wonder they spent all of their treasure in just a matter of days. The thought of all that wasted money rattled the Cat Burglar to no end.

"Meat! Meat!'

Nami could hear her clueless Captain's excited yells in a distance, from the ship. The villagers were very hospitable, and the Mugiwara team had helped to kick a few rogue pirates out of the town the process of refilling supplies. Never shy away from a fight, that's the spirit of the boys of Going Merry!

Nami however, was more than happy to have the ship all to herself. With the crew gone celebrating, this meant that the ship's bath was empty, and with fresh water just loaded on, she was free to have a long, steamy, hot bath, all by herself! No more worries of the boys banging down the wooden door screaming for their turns. Heavens!

The pretty Cat Burglar wasted no time filling up the bath with hot water. She was able to purchase a small vial of lavender and chamomile bath essence, and eagerly emptied its contents into the swirling water. The fragrance of flowers soon filled the bath room as Nami watched steam from the piping hot water rise up from the bath and fog the air. Tonight would be a cool night, and nothing beats a hot bath in cool weather.

Nami eagerly stepped out of the bath, for she had not collected her change of clothes. She would need her towel, and oh, why not get some sake and a small slice of cake? Swiftly Nami collected all that she needed and darted back into the bathroom, closed the door and latched it.

"At long last!" exclaimed Nami happily, as she stretched her arms upward, feeling the tension from her back slowly easing with each pull. Steam from the bath by now had completely misted all over the room, and she could barely see the wooden edges of the bath from where she stood.

Nami skipped merrily towards the bath and placed her tray of sake and cake at a spot where she might conveniently reach for it when she gets into the bath. She then collected the wooden pail that lay beside, cheerfully humming a song as she fills it with fresh water from the tap. Satisfied that everything was in order, Nami began pulling her tank top over, revealing a pair of large, luscious breasts.

"Hmm," she murmured to herself, cupping her left breast as she checked herself out at a mirror.

A tiny, pink nipple stood erect out at her, stimulated by the cool air touching her skin. Nami gave her own nipple a light pinch, before reaching for her waist with both hands to peel off her skirt and panties.

"I wish I've got Robin's chest," Nami sighed wistfully, as she cupped both of her breasts again.

Knowing better not to jinx her growth hormones, Nami gave up after a while and sat down on the little wooden bath stool, and began soaping herself. She intended to give her body a good, thorough scrub down, making sure that all the grime she had accumulated over the last few weeks out in the salty sea be dissolved into soap suds. She was making good progress, until her hands brushed over her nether region.

"A-ah."

A soft moan escaped involuntarily from her lips. Nami swiped her hand over, and found that she was aroused. Gingerly she looked at the mirror, and saw she was in a position not unlike how she found Robin in Zoro's hammock.

Her knees were raised as her legs splayed wide open for her lover to enter. With each thrust of her lover's hips, her legs crossed at the knees and gripped the man's steely waist, as she squirmed in pleasure. But the green-green haired man would throw her legs wide open, holding them apart by the ankles as he pounded at her mercilessly. The black-haired beauty could only surrender her body to her assailant as she threw her head and outstretched arms back, gripping the netting of the hammock in ecstacy. The sight of her luscious breasts bouncing up and down must have been too much of a sight for the swordsman to bear; releasing her legs he reached and cupped what he could of them, and the cycle repeats itself over and over again. Her womb was being defiled by this man, and the archaeologist could only scream for more.

Before she knew it, Nami found one hand at her breast, rubbing at a nipple, and the other, stroking the swollen lips of her womanhood. She had only watched the couple for a few minutes. But now the entire scene appeared to be playing out in her mind's eye.

She could not stand it any longer. Adjusting her body on the stool, Nami spread her legs as wide as she could, as she began rubbing her clit with her fingers. The nether flesh bud responded almost immediately, engorging itself in blood as it summoned a trickle of warm liquid from her insides. Nami rubbed the lips of her opening together with her clit, as she felt the pleasure course through her lower body.

Even in sex, the swordsman needed precision and control, All the pleasure was making it harder for his manhood to stay within the slippery insides of his lover. Something had to be done. Reluctantly, he eased himself out of his beautiful lover, keeping her legs apart by the knees. The dark haired beauty whined, not understanding his intentions as he eyed the honey that was dripping out from her womanhood. He bent his head down, and clamped his mouth over his lover's sex.

"A-ah!" Nami cried out, as her hands worked furiously below her.

How wonderful it must feel, to have your lover pleasuring you in every way possible!

Nami had just let her imagination gone wild, but everything felt so real for her now. The sexual tension she had always felt for this irritating Marimo man; always walking around shirtless at the worst of times, or bumping into her half naked when she was just trying to sun-bath. But who was she kidding when she barked at him for being a pervert, when those abs looked so tempting to touch?

And now with the image that she saw of him holding the legs of the beautiful Nico Robin apart as he pounded down at her in his hammock the night she thought she was going after a burglar-Nami could no longer see the Marimo as not a man. Her body began aching at all the wrong places.

Faster and harder her hands went, and wantonly, Nami let her moans grow louder. She was climaxing, her womb clenching at the thought of the swordsman's powerful, chiseled body pounding down on hers. Nami shut her eyes tight, and at the moment of climax, she let out a loud cry..

"Z-Zoro!"

The climax swept through every inch of her body like a tidal wave as Nami felt her sexual frustration shudder and melt away in release.

The sensation and feelings that came with the climax soon ended as Nami eyed herself, legs splayed but closed at the knees, her hand covering her womanhood endowed with soft, bronze-gold curls. Her body was still a teenager's, thin and gangly at where there should be curls.

Unlike Sanji or the rest of the crew, Nami never caught Zoro staring at her body. She almost thought that perhaps Zoro did not fancy women; but she was obviously very wrong.

Nami gave a loud sigh. She may have released the tension she had felt in her loins, but the strange feelings in her chest had not gone away. In fact, the thought of Zoro and Robin together, made those gnawing feelings worse.

What was this that she was feeling? She couldn't have fallen for the stupid, brusque Marimo, did she?

Nami rinsed herself over and wrapped her body in a towel. Maybe she would grow out her hair a little, so she could look less like a girl and more like a woman. She took one last glance at the fogged-up mirror and made her way to the bath.

The steam was making it difficult for her to see, as she cautiously felt for the bath's edge with her bare feet. She dipped first a foot in, checking the water's temperature. It was just right, and that cheered her up quickly. Merrily she threw off her towel, and waddled into the water.

"Ahh…"

The temperature of the water was just right and soothing to the skin. Nami lowered her body fully into the water, feeling the luscious scent of flowers seeping into pore of her skin.

The bath was about the length and breadth of two persons, making it enough for two or three people sitting upright in the bath. The warm water felt so relaxing that Nami felt as if she was floating. Casually, she stretched her body length across the pool, feeling as if she was able to swim in the tiny bath pool.

Having the bath to one self on a tiny ship was such a luxury! The thought of that excited Nami so much that she threw herself across the water to see if she could actually float. But instead of meeting liquid bliss, she found herself slamming against something warm and hard.

"W-what?!"

Nami spluttered in shock, as her breasts and hands landed against the obstruction. The steam was obstructing her vision, but she recognised the sensation.

It was… a man's body!

Nami's eyes widened in horror, her mouth gaping open. But before she could scream, the man swirled behind her, grabbed her by the waist and covered her mouth firmly, with a broad hand.

"Shh!" hissed a familiar voice. "Don't scream!"

Nami's heart almost stopped as her body froze at the realisation of the man's identity.

"It's me, Zoro."