Prompt [tumblr]: from BlackBarBooks: HEY! I would like to ask for some lemonade~ How about Sanji and Zoro decide to do some 'roleplaying': as in pretend not to know each other when they are actually dating? AU or MerrySunsetting is your choise! C: (p.s Bonuspoints if they have outfits on or 'roleplay' their meeting in public with an audience.)

*nervous laugh* So, this kind of turned into something else. I just let my inspiration go where it wanted to take me. I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless!

Rated M.

I do not own One Piece.

Nami quietly slunk into the bathroom, being sure to shut and lock the door behind her, even double checking to make sure that none of her crewmates would be able to gain entry. The last thing she wanted was to get caught in the midst of her shower.

Normally, the redhead preferred to soak in a nice relaxing bubble bath, but every now and then, she found herself craving the constant rhythm of the water beating down on weary skin. It was both soothing and stimulating, the perfect combination of sensation to offset what she had planned for her evening.

Turning on the faucet, she let the water heat up as she slowly undressed, neatly folding and stacking her clothes on the sink. Once she had completely stripped, she reached out with a tentative hand to check the temperature, and then stepped under the spray. Nami shivered and sighed as soon as she felt the water hit her head, neck, and back; immediately soaking her hair and plastering it to her skin. This shower ritual had become so routine for her of late that her body knew what to expect the moment that it was subjected to the familiar stimulus. Her skin tingled with excitement and she just barely managed to get her hair washed and rinsed, and her underarms, bikini line, and legs shaved before the wait became completely unbearable.

Leaning back against the tiled wall of the shower, Nami rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes, snaking her right hand down her body, gently caressing the curves of her stomach and hips, before finally finding her goal. Without any hesitation, she burrowed her finger underneath the folds of skin, easily finding the small bundle of nerves hidden inside, and began to rub as she called up her favorite fantasy.

It had surprised her, the first time that she had found herself fantasizing about her crewmates. Really, it shouldn't have come as such a shock. The months the Straw Hats spent at sea could get lonely, especially when she had no one to share a bed with-a girl had needs after all-and she spent so much time surrounded by, really, rather attractive men her own age; so the fact that any of their faces would come to mind when she was indulging in a little alone time really wasn't all that strange. No, what had taken her aback wasn't that she had envisioned her crewmates, or that she didn't imagine herself with them; it was that she imagined them with each other. Namely, Zoro and Sanji.

Whenever she attempted to rationalize it, she always, always, came back to their looks and personalities. Luffy was too goofy to picture having sex and Usopp was just too awkward. Chopper was an animal; and she had absolutely no interest in bestiality. Robin was like a sister to her, and Brook was way old. And finally Franky...well, she wasn't even sure how those things worked for the cyborg. By contrast, Zoro and Sanji were both her age, attractive, and acted mature enough most of the time that the mere thought of either of them naked didn't give her shivers or fits of giggling. Not to mention, that their constant bickering and sparing created a sort of electrical tension that was often too much for her sex-starved brain to handle. Yes, they were perfect.

Nami hummed to herself as her fantasy unfolded behind her eyelids. In this particular daydream, the swordsman and the cook had never met. Her imagination shamelessly took the dueling pair to a far away kingdom. Sanji was a prince and Zoro was his dutiful bodyguard. Both of them looked so handsome in their medieval style garb, but Nami's mind didn't linger on their wardrobes-they wouldn't be wearing them for long.

Sanji and Zoro had just finished training, and they were in the blond prince's chambers, both of them slick with sweat and still slightly short of breath as Zoro helped Sanji undress. True to training form, Zoro was already shirtless, his body a tanned, muscled piece of chiseled perfection in only closely fitting pants; his powerful muscles flexing and stretching beneath his skin as he deftly untied the drawstring on Sanji's pants.

Nami bit her lip as she pictured the article of clothing briefly snagging on Sanji's hardened cock before Zoro freed it with a tug to let the fabric fall and bunch around the blond's ankles. She had seen the boys get accidental hard-ons during their sparring before, and it was all the pretext her mind needed for her torrid plotless pornographic fantasy.

She let out a heated breath as Sanji crashed his lips against Zoro's, eagerly forcing his tongue inside. The two of them remained pressed together for several minutes with Sanji grinding his erection against Zoro's tented pants until the green-haired guard couldn't take it anymore.

With a feral growl, Zoro grabbed a hold of Sanji's shoulders and forced him to back-peddle across the room until he was pushed backwards on the bed. Zoro made quick work of his own pants, ripping them from his hips to reveal his thick, throbbing cock. Before Sanji could so much as make a sound, Zoro grabbed his legs just below the knee and forced them upwards, sending the blond sprawling on his back with his flexible legs touching his chest. Sanji moaned, his pert nipples visible through the thin silk of his shirt as his chest heaved with excited panting breaths, prompting Nami to make a similar sound as she pictured it.

Zoro took a moment to align himself, and Sanji and Nami both felt their breath catch in their throats as they waited for the inevitable plunge. Nami brushed a fingertip between her legs in perfect unison with Zoro's teasing of Sanji's entrance, her eyelids fluttering as she imagined how it must feel for Sanji to be kept waiting on the edge of pleasure. Then, finally, Zoro thrust in.

Nami gasped and leaned her head back, knocking it against the tile wall as she plunged her finger inside in time with her imaginary Zoro's movements. Her entire body trembled and shook as she imagined what it must feel like for Sanji to be so completely filled. As Zoro thrust into him, Sanji reached down and began to stroke his own member, causing Nami to feel a rush of tingling, itching feeling that condensed and electrified the wet, heated skin beneath her fingertip. She tried to convince her body that she was feeling what Sanji was feeling, that she knew what it was like to simultaneously have Zoro's massive cock inside of her while being able to relentlessly stimulate a pulsating shaft of pure feeling that could fit within and fill up her entire hand. Nami's hips bucked forward as she felt a particularly powerful throb of pressure in conjunction with the image of Sanji gripping his own cock tightly, pressing his thumb masochistically against his weeping tip. The redhead shuddered, each breath coming as a desperate gasp. She was so close, so close. Then Zoro gave a particularly powerful thrust, completely sheathing himself within Sanji's tight heat.

"Ngh...Zo...ah...San..."

She squealed breathlessly, trying her best to keep her voice down as her pelvic muscles flexed and throbbed and thrummed with pleasure at her orgasm. Nami jutted her hips forward as far as her flexibility would allow, her back arching completely until only her shoulders were in contact with the shower wall. She held the pose for several minutes as she rode her high, her body gradually relaxing as it settled down from its self-induced euphoria.

Nami stood under the water for several minutes, letting any fluids wash away. She smiled to herself. That had been a good fantasy, but next time she would have to try a little bondage. As she shut off the water and grabbed her towel, she couldn't help but to lament the fact that it was so unlikely that Zoro and Sanji would ever end up together. They really did make for an attractive couple.

Meanwhile, down in the lowest levels of the Thousand Sunny, hidden away in one of the store rooms, Zoro let out a violent, loud sneeze. Sniffling, he wiped at his nose with the back of his hand and frowned.

"What are you making that stupid face for, shitty swordsman?" growled Sanji.

Zoro glowered at him. "I sneezed."

"So? Maybe you're getting a cold."

"I never get sick. Someone must be talking about me."

Sanji was mid-eyeroll when he sneezed as well.

"See?" said Zoro. "They must be talking about you too."

"Whatever." Sanji waved the comment away with a more successful, uninterrupted roll of his eyes. "You're so fucking superstitious, Marimo."

Zoro bristled at the rude remark, advancing on the blond, ready and willing to fight only to have his arguments silenced by a firm, passionate kiss. After several minutes, Sanji pulled back and grinned at him.

"Forget about the sneezes, Moss Head," he teased. "Let's fuck before the others come looking for us."