Shades of Red and Green

Hey guys, I finished this a few weeks ago but hadn't gotten around to posting it. I'm super busy as finals approach so starting the next Stripped Bare chapter will have to be delayed until the semester ends. Until then, I hope you enjoy this little oneshot I wrote for the 30 lemons community.

Thanks nimblnymph for betaing!

Prompt: Being in denial

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Denial and Persuasion

It had all started with that stupid dream.

Nami had no idea where it had come from. She had never been particularly attracted to anyone on their crew before, especially the gruff and lazy swordsman, but she had woken up panting, shivering and tingling all over. The visions that her subconscious mind had conjured were emblazoned in her memory: his hands on her body, his hot mouth suckling at all the right places, his dark eyes watching her succumb, his powerful thrusts as he entered her body over and over...all of them so vivid that she found her body temperature rising every time she thought about him. Never had she awoken to find her panties drenched with her desire or her body aching so badly for a man's touch.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just any man that invaded Nami's mind from that point on. All she could think about was Roronoa Zoro.

And the worst part was that he knew it. He always caught her looking at him, like he could sense her before she even realized she was staring. Even if he was napping, he could somehow crack an eye open to find her gawking as the heated memories of her dream replayed in her mind. She would always turn away quickly, a mortified blush forming on her cheeks at being caught. When her eyes would dart back to check his reaction, he was usually smirking at her, those dark eyes full of amusement. The first few times he had appeared mildly curious, but now he seemed to enjoy catching her staring, and every time he did she would hurry away, intensely aware of the burning heat of his gaze on her back.

It wasn't that she liked him. Hell no, she didn't like him! It was just a stupid infatuation caused by the dream of a sexually deprived woman. She hadn't been with a man since she agreed to join Luffy's crew and years without so much as a kiss was clearly having an effect on her. It was just because he had a nice body...and even though Franky and Sanji had equally nice bodies and she didn't even spare them a glance didn't mean a thing. She didn't think his deep, gravely voice was sexy, and she didn't watch him handle his swords like they were extensions of his own body and secretly wonder if he was good with his hands in other ways. No, of course she didn't. Nami was not thinking about him on lonely nights alone in her room, and she was definitely not replaying the steamier segments of her dream when she slipped a finger beneath her panties to touch herself. Nami was convinced she was not interest in her green haired teammate. She was also convinced she was not adrift down the river of denial.

Unfortunately, it seemed the man she was not at all attracted to could see through her like a pane of glass.

Zoro was well aware of Nami's fleeting glances, of the way casual looks lingered just a little too long and scanned the length of his body before reluctantly turning away. He didn't know what had caused this little change in the crew's navigator, but he knew desire when he saw it. Apparently, Nami was trying to hide the fact that she was interested, which Zoro found quite amusing. Often times he could see that her attraction to him frustrated her. It seemed she had gone and fallen for him against her will.

Unlike Sanji, the swordsman was not one to chase women around in frivolous circles. Women got in the way of his training, and his current goal of hunting down Hawkeye had no place in it for a woman. However, Zoro was quite aware of Nami's beauty. Her slender body and voluptuous curves had caught his eye since the moment he'd met her and he would have to be crazy not to find her auburn hair and taupe colored eyes attractive.

For a while, Zoro was content with Nami ogling him from afar, enjoying the little game they played of making her blush every time he caught her looking at him. But after weeks of this, the swordsman wondered if this was all she would ever do. She either lacked the courage to approach him or had no intention of confessing to him at all. Zoro wasn't exactly sure what she wanted but he sensed an opportunity. If nothing else, he was going to call the woman out on her actions and see where things went from there.

His chance came when he found Nami alone in the kitchen after dinner. They had eaten several hours ago and the tables and counters had already been cleaned. Zoro had seen Sanji chatting up Robin and the dark haired woman was politely keeping the cook engaged. Everyone else was either on a distant part of the ship or in their rooms, ensuring that nobody would disturb them in the kitchen for a while.

Nami didn't hear him come in as she read a magazine she had picked up from the last island they had visited. Zoro could see the title of the article over her shoulder and nearly chuckled aloud when he saw she was reading about hot sex tips. The opportunity was just too good to resist.

"Hello, Nami," he said softly, his voice dropping to a register that was just a little deeper than usual.

The startled woman practically jumped out of her seat in surprise, her head whipping around and eyes widening as she saw who was standing behind her. "Z-Zoro!" she stuttered. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Apparently not," he replied as he casually took a seat next to her, seemingly oblivious of the fact that he was so close that their bodies were nearly touching. He grabbed an orange from the bowl of fruit in the center of the table and began to peel it silently. Nami pretended to go back to reading her magazine but he could see out of the corner of his eye that she was simply staring at the paper. His presence was clearly disrupting her concentration.

"Why are you reading that article?" the swordsman asked nonchalantly as he stripped the orange of the last of its peel before popping a slice in his mouth. "Are you planning to use those tips on somebody?"

Nami tensed beside him. He could see the blush rising on her cheeks and knew then that his assumptions had been correct. She indeed had been having less than pure thoughts all those times he had caught her looking at him.

She recovered quickly, using her flaring anger as a shield. "It's none of your business, you pervert." the navigator snapped as she flipped her magazine shut and stood abruptly. She was about to stalk out of the kitchen when his hand shot out to wrap around her wrist with surprising speed. Before Nami had the chance to protest, Zoro had tugged her back, reversing their positions so she was pressed up against the table, his hands coming down on the wooden surface to cage her body.

"It's my business when I keep catching you staring at me like you want to jump my bones," the swordsman uttered darkly, his voice low and sultry but carrying a hint of amusement at the crimson stain that was spreading from her cheeks over the bridge of her nose.

"I-I do not look at you like that!" Nami protested angrily as she tried to shove him away, only to discover she had little effect against Zoro's inhuman strength. He responded by pressing in a little closer until their bodies were flush against one another, her hands trapped between them. He could feel her heart beating rapidly and wondered if it was the adrenaline, the anger or pure desire that had increased her pulse.

"Oh yes, you do," he whispered. "You stare at me when you don't think I'll catch you, but I always do. You want me."

Zoro wedged a knee between her parted thighs and pressed up against her core. Her miniskirt offered little protection from his ministrations as the rough fabric of his pants dragged over the silky material of her panties, instantly stimulating the sensitive skin there. Nami gasped softly at the contact, instinctively arching into the touch. Zoro watched her respond with hungry eyes and found himself hardening in his pants at the sight of her yielding to him.

Nami's mind was quickly becoming fogged with pleasure as she found herself pressed up against him. The heat from his body and firm musculature was doing funny things to her brain. She had planned to tell him off and that his male ego needed a serious deflating, but the sentence died on her lips when he pressed against the soft spot between her legs, his knee grinding against her to produce wonderful friction. Suddenly, a familiar heat began to burn low in her stomach, the same heat that she had cultivated with her own fingers while alone in her bed and thinking of him. Zoro was right in front of her and apparently more than willing to make all her erotic dreams a reality, and from the way he was heating up her body with minimal touches, he was more than capable of living up to expectations. But it was a well known fact that the redheaded navigator was a stubborn woman.

Despite her body's obvious surrender, Nami wasn't so far gone that she couldn't put up a fight. She desperately pushed her growing lust to the back of her mind and fixed him with her most defiant glare.

"Just because I look at you doesn't mean I want inside your pants, you narcissistic son of a bitch! Maybe I look at everyone like that."

To her surprise, her little outburst only made Zoro chuckle. "Nice theory, Nami. But I know I'm the only one you look at that way. I've watched you. You don't go chasing after Sanji or Franky or Luffy and stare at them like you want to strip them naked."

The way he said "naked" made Nami tingle in places she'd rather not name, but she still wasn't ready to give up. She was about to reply with another acidic remark when his knee pressed up against her a little harder. Her brain instantly short circuited at the contact and before she knew what was happening, Zoro had placed two fingers under chin, lifting her face as he lowered his own. Her responses were too dulled to push him away and all she could do was gasp as his lips brushed across hers, making the tingling sensation in her body intensify.

Zoro felt her lips part in surprise and took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He was rewarded with a whimper, a delicious sound so unlike any he'd ever heard his teammate make. He had cracked through her tough exterior and discovered the vulnerable woman beneath, and he found he liked this new Nami tremendously.

He began kissing her aggressively, tongue stroking hers before exploring every corner of her sweet mouth. When he drew her tongue into his mouth and began to suck on it hungrily, Nami couldn't hold back her heated moans and the sounds of her pleasure caused him to growl in reply. His spare arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as his knee began a steady grind against her sex, making her back arch and her body tremble.

There was something so appealing about dominating the usually temperamental navigator. Her scathing remarks had been replaced with lusty moans and her soft body shivered against him like a leaf in the wind. He had weakened her in a battle that had no use for the swords strapped to his thigh, but even without his steel bladed weapons, he was sure this was a battle he was going to win.

Nami's body was on fire. The second their lips touched, fireworks exploded in her brain, ensuring rational thought and the ability to fight were completely eradicated. His kiss was domineering but not overpowering, a perfect mix of teeth and lips and tongue and Nami distantly wondered how the hell he had learned to kiss like that. Her hands had gone from trying to push him away to clinging to him desperately as she tried to keep herself from being swept up in the flood of fire and heat and passion.

He released her mouth from its captivity, pressing soft, lingering kisses at the corner of her lips before pulling away completely. She was flushed pink, radiant skin glowing, and her luminous eyes were slow to focus as they fluttered open. Zoro smirked at her disheveled state, fingers ghosting across her cheek to tuck a stray auburn strand behind her ear before letting his hand fall to her bare thigh. His fingers began to trail up her leg, working their way under her skirt until they were playing with the edge of her panties. The silky fabric was damp with her need and Zoro dropped his head into the crook of her shoulder as he growled softly, incredibly turned on by the way he was effecting her.

He let a single finger trace her cleft, sliding smoothly over the damp silk. He could feel the flesh beneath pulsing slightly, and the heat of her sex threatened to burn his callused fingertips. Nami moaned in response, hips pressing against his finger eagerly as her body craved more.

"If you wanted me, you should have just asked," he rasped against her ear, his voice thickened by his growing arousal for her, the proof hard and hot against her thigh.

"That's not the sort of thing you just ask someone," Nami replied between panting breaths.

Zoro chuckled against her skin as his hand crept towards her hipbone, fingers gathering the material of her panties and tugging it down over her hip. "If you're too shy to tell me what you want," he whispered. "I'm going to have to guess."

One second, Zoro was standing in front of her, and the next he was on his knees. Her underwear had been removed and was now dangling off the ankle of the leg that he was currently lifting to sling over his shoulder. His hands lifted the hem of her skirt, bunching it over her waist to expose her most intimate place, her mound shaved smooth of every hair. Before she could fully process what was happening, his face was centered over her core as he gazed up at her, a devilish smirk on his lips. The hot breath washing over her sensitive body snapped her out of her daze and she finally realized what he intended to do. They were in a place where anybody could walk in, a place where they ate food, a place that was Sanji's domain. All of these were very good reasons why they should stop what they were doing immediately.

"Z-Zoro," she panted as he inhaled deeply, eyes drifting closed as he savored the scent of her arousal. "We can't do this here. What if somebody-"

Her protests were abruptly ended when he let his tongue dart out to flick over her swollen clit. Her entire body jolted and she cried out softly, her hands gripping at the edge of the table on either side to steady herself. He repeated the action, tongue tapping against her pretty pink pearl as his hands pressed against her hips to keep her still. He was well aware that this wasn't the best place to be doing this, but that made it even more exciting. The fact that this was where the bastard cook was most comfortable somehow made pleasuring Nami even more thrilling. While he was sure the rest of the crew was elsewhere, the prospect of being walked in on made licking her even more enticing.

Nami knew she should make him stop but she couldn't find the words, not when every touch of his tongue made fiery pleasure burn along every nerve ending. This was better than her dream and he'd only just begun, zeroing in on giving her mind numbing pleasure right where she needed it.

Her flesh was soft and slick as he circled her clit once more before letting his tongue delve into her core. She was juicy and sweet, better than the orange he had so recently peeled. Her thighs quivered as he lapped at her hungrily, her body so sensitive and responsive to his touch. She was delicious, intoxicating, the best meal he'd ever had in this kitchen, and he wasn't going to stop until he'd had his fill.

His thumbs slid to the plump outer lips of her sex, spreading them wide and revealing the tight little hole that he could actually see contracting rhythmically with her every shuddering breath. The pink tissue glistened with her liquid arousal, making his own throb within his pants. He let out a low sound of admiration, eyes drinking in the sight of her a moment before leaning in and ravaging the sweet flesh.

Nami cried out, louder this time as her hands flew to his shoulders, trying desperately to hang onto something as he went wild, tongue swirling within her tightening core before pulling back to suckle mouthfuls of her tender sex. His movements were uninhibited as he greedily feasted on her, slurping at her pussy and letting out pleasured growls like a dangerous animal. He was totally lost in the moment, making her head spin with the skilled ministrations of his sinful mouth. She couldn't stop the moans that continued to fall from her lips, her volume steadily increasing as he brought her closer to the precipice of ultimate pleasure.

The navigator's moans were a sweet siren song, driving Zoro on as he plundered her most sacred place. She was shaking now, legs threatening to give out, but he wasn't done with her yet. He sucked her clit into his mouth and worried the hard bud with his teeth before tugging on it gently. The action finally had her knees buckling as she collapsed, but Zoro lifting her easily with his hands on her hips and set her on the table, making sure her pelvis was right at the edge. As she laid back on the smooth wooden surface, the bowl of fruit was overturned, scattering oranges and apples in all directions.

Even so, her eyes never left his as he straightened to loom over her like a predator. He wore an expression of absolute desire, and she could see the sizable bulge in his dark pants. His lips were glossed over with her juices, a sight that made the heat flare in her core all over again. His hungry stare paralyzed her, and she could only watch breathlessly as he advanced, bending over her form to once again seal his lips against hers. She moaned into his mouth as the slickness of her desire mixed with the wetness of their mouths. She could taste herself, a sweet and musky spice along with Zoro's own unique flavor and a hint of orange.

She arched up against him, overcome by the eroticism of it as well as the pure fire behind their dueling tongues. Just when she thought their kiss couldn't get any sweeter she felt a single finger push into the liquid heat of her womanhood. Her body immediately clamped down on him, flexing around the digit tightly and sending pleasure coursing through her so intense that her cry could have easily been heard through the closed kitchen door if Zoro hadn't swallowed up the wanton sound.

The swordsman growled against her lips as her sex contracted around him fiercely. She was blazing hot, a paradise of liquid tightness. He began to pump in and out of her slowly, matching the rhythm to his tongue stroking against hers. He devoured her feverish moans with the same passionate urgency he'd had while drinking her sweet nectar. The way her tight body squeezed his finger and sucked him in deeper only made him piston into her harder. She responded with an eager thrust of her hips into his hand, impaling herself deep on his finger, her sex so wet that her arousal began to seep down her thighs and onto the table.

At last his lungs protested the lack of air and he released her lips, staring down at her to find her looking at him with lust-glazed eyes. Her sweet little mouth was parted enticingly as she panted his name. He had been unprepared for how badly he wanted her. Sure, she was beautiful with the body of a goddess, but he found himself totally captivated with her. Despite the near painful throbbing of his cock, he wanted to watch her come undone for him before he entered her. He wanted to feel her body release with his finger wedged deep inside her. She was flushed and writhing and helpless, spread out on the very table they had eaten dinner on mere hours prior, and something about those combined facts had Zoro aroused in a way he had never been before.

He gently eased a second finger inside her, his groan joining her feminine sob as her sex tightened even more. He continued to pump into her deeply, dark eyes trained on her face as he hovered over her.

"Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken with lust. "Is this what you pictured every time you stared at me?"

Nami could see Zoro's lips moving, but her mind was so fogged by the incredible feeling of his digits twisting inside her that it took her a moment to process what he said. It took another moment for her to compose an answer. Her lips seemed to sluggishly form the words between sharp cries and long, heated moans.

"Yes," she breathed, absolutely dizzy with the sensations he wrought upon her. "It's even better than in the dream."

Zoro wasn't sure what her answer meant. For all he knew, she could be so caught up in what they were doing that even she wasn't sure of what she was saying. Even so, the thought of Nami laying awake at night and thinking about him was a boost to his ego. He wondered how long she had fantasized about being with him before this moment.

He crooked his fingers inside her, rubbing a special place that made her entire body shudder as she cried out. The sound was so damn sexy that Zoro couldn't help but moan in response. Despite the heavy door to the kitchen being closed, if she continued being so loud she might attract attention.

"Shh," he hushed, knowing Sanji's ears were especially sensitive to the cry of female voices. If he thought anything was wrong, he'd come rushing to the rescue. He slid his fingers in and out of her a few more times before curling them once again to stroke the especially sensitive place inside her. The action produced a similar result and it appeared that as long as Zoro kept pleasuring her in such a way, the redhead would be incapable of staying quiet. Since the swordsman had no intention of stopping, he solved the problem a different way. He firmly placed his free hand over her mouth, muffling her next moan as he continued to rub twin fingers back and forth over the patch of sensitive tissue.

Nami squirmed and trembled as Zoro expertly found her G-spot and proceeded to tickle it with dexterous fingers. She was aware he had told her to quiet down but couldn't seem to stop moaning, not when every little action inside of her made searing jolts of pleasure sizzle through her body. The hand placed firmly over her mouth was somehow even more arousing as he silenced her firmly. He was still looking down at her with a mixed expression of awe, smugness and burning lust, eyes flicking down to watch his fingers stretching her tight hole before moving back to her face. She loved that he was watching her so intently, that he was drawn to her in this moment. His dark eyes, so much like the ones in her dream, drank in every inch of her, the orbs hazy and hungry as he ravished her.

Her temperature spiked even higher when he spoke, his voice raspy and sexy and utterly delicious. "You're so tight and wet," he breathed, twisting his digits inside her for emphasis. "I want to feel you come for me."

Nami's shuddering moan was muffled by his hand, but the sudden tightening of her sex around him was enough to show that she definitely liked the way he was talking to her.
"I want to feel how tight your hot little pussy can get," he continued, speeding up his ministrations as he spoke. "I want you to come hard, right here on the table."

Nami couldn't have denied his request if she'd tried. His fingers worked their magic over all the right places, and the pressure of his hand over her mouth, pressing her down and silencing her made her feel like he was completely dominating her. It was a new and wonderful sensation she hadn't let any other man give her. Under his heated gaze, she finally fell apart, pleasured screams drowned out by his hand as she began to convulse.

Zoro groaned as he watched her succumb to pleasure, the sight unbearably sexy and making him yearn to replace his fingers inside her with his cock. Her eyes drifted closed and her body began to shake, but it was the vice-like grip her womanhood had on his digits that really turned Zoro on. He could feel the tight ring of muscles contracting rhythmically as her orgasm pulsed around him, her canal growing even wetter as a small amount of warm fluid gushed over his fingers. Never had Zoro found a woman in the throes of passion so beautiful. Nami's body was so wonderfully responsive, her pussy so tight and hot and perfect, that he was determined to repeat this process all over again, only this time he was going to fill her up with something much better than his fingers.

He watched her ride out the wave of bliss, working his fingers in and out of her slowly to ease her down from her high. Only when he was sure she was done sobbing beneath his hand did he remove it, watching her gasp and shudder as she tried to recover from her climax. Her eyes fluttered open and took abnormally long to focus on him as her chest heaved with every breath. Zoro smirked down at her, loving how completely disheveled she looked.

He eased his fingers out of her, noting how her body seemed hesitant to let him go, slick muscles tightening their grip around him. Nami whimpered as he withdrew, still sensitive enough that every little touch made her tremble. Zoro found his fingers to be absolutely drenched in her juices, the digits shiny and wet. Making sure she was watching, he raised his fingers to his lips and began to lick them clean, making soft, pleasured sounds as if he found her to be one of the most delicious things he had ever tasted.

Nami watched him breathlessly. Never had a man put on such an erotic show for her. He seemed to absolutely love her flavor, licking up every drop before letting one hand fall to the fly of his pants as the other slid under her thigh. Nami knew what he intended to do as he lifted her leg and spread her wider, giving him room to stand between her parted thighs. His predatory expression told her that he had given her pleasure, and now he was going to take his. In the back of her mind, warning bells screamed that they were still inside the kitchen and had been lucky enough not to already have been caught. Having sex right here was asking for trouble, and yet Nami knew she wouldn't deny him entry into her tight body. She craved him as much as he did her.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. Zoro instantly released her leg and had the sense to tug her skirt back down to its proper place and snatch her panties still dangling off her ankle and shove them in his pocket. Nami only laid there stunned, unsure of what to do, but when the door flew open to reveal a panicked looking Sanji, Zoro had a story ready.

"Oh, good, you're here," Zoro said, pretending to be glad to see the cook when really he was just the opposite. "She said she got dizzy and fell. She knocked the bowl on the table over when she tried to catch herself. It's a good thing she didn't hit her head."

Whatever suspicion Sanji had towards the swordsman was forgotten as he immediately rushed to Nami's side and began to fuss over her. "Nami-swan! I thought I heard you cry so I came to check on you! You don't look well at all! You're face it all flushed. Do you have a fever? You're skin feels very hot! Are you coming down with something? Should I make you anything to eat? We should get you over to Chopper so he can make you some medicine. Oh, but we shouldn't move you! I'll bring him here! Do you-"

Zoro was already out of the room, making good use of his chance to exit without having to endure Sanji questioning him when Nami's temper blew. "Enough!" she exclaimed, exasperated with the blond cook's endless questions. "Sanji, I'm fine. I just got a little dizzy. I just need to go lie down in my room for a while."

"But Nami-swan, don't you..."

Zoro couldn't hear the rest of their conversation as he walked away chuckling to himself. Once the navigator managed to disengage herself from the idiot cook, he was sure she would return to her room and he would be waiting for her. He was nowhere near done with her yet and he intended to have his way with her before the weight of what they'd done settled in and she changed her mind. He had never pictured bedding the beautiful woman, but now that he knew how much she desired him, he was going to give her just what she wanted in every position he could think of.

He slipped his hand into his pocket, fingering the damp silk of her panties. He hoped Nami was prepared for what she had gotten herself into. He knew a whole lot of positions, and showing her how he could pleasure her in every one of them was going to take some time. Zoro wondered if she would mind being sleep deprived for the rest of the week.

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Someone had asked if these were all interconnected stories. These are all independent oneshots that have nothing to do with each other. My take on Nami and Zoro's characters differ slightly in each one depending on the situation. In other words, what happens in one story, does not affect the next.