A/N: This is in Sanji's point of view, so the descriptive language is adapted to his personality. I don't normally speak that way.


Sanji frowned. What was wrong with Nami-san?

'Did you notice?'

'Notice what?'

'Luffy and Nami, they were acting odd.'

'How?'

'I dunno. There's just something weird.'

Sanji wasn't bothered much by Luffy's odd behavior. The rubber boy was a little crazy and did strange things that surprised them all on a regular basis. So, in a way, his irregularity was normal in and of itself.

However, Sanji was a man to please all lovely ladies, and Nami and Robin were queens in his eyes. He was devoted to serve them and make their lives easier and pleasurable. So when the stupid Marimo was the one to notice that something was wrong, it was a huge blow to his ego.

Sanji watched the rest of the morning. He wanted to know what was wrong with his precious Nami-san, and if it was something he could help with he could hold her close and let her tell him all her secrets. He wanted to be there for her. (He wouldn't admit it out loud but the idea of her pressing her breasts up against his chest also appealed to him.)

She acted normal – completely normal. It didn't seem like anything was wrong. It frustrated him and grated on his nerves so he decided to get to the root of the problem.

So he made tea. It usually calmed frayed nerves and helped him relax. He was going to go give the tea that he made with great care to the navigator and then ask her what was wrong. Then maybe they would have a long heart to heart chat and get to know one another.

Sanji whistled as he left the kitchen with the tray. Robin-chan was lounging around on the deck with one of her many books, seemingly just enjoying the nice weather. He approached the black haired woman with a small smile, "Robin-chan, would you like some tea?"

"No thank you cook-san," Robin smiled at him, and his soul lifted just a little bit higher.

"Well, have you seen Nami-san?" he asked.

"She left a little while ago with captain-san."

He then frowned. What was so important that the two of them left to be alone? Together, for that matter. He knew that the two of them were close, but what Zoro had said earlier came back to haunt the cook.

"Do you have any idea of where they might be?"

"I think they went to the women's quarters."

"Thank you, Robin-chan," Sanji said before turning to head in that direction.

"You're welcome," she chuckled, but the way that she laughed gave Sanji a feeling that she was anticipating something. What that was, he had no clue.

Knocking respectfully, Sanji tapped his foot lightly against the deck. He couldn't hear anything from behind the door. Usually Luffy was a rather loud person, so it was strange that there was no noise coming from inside the room. Maybe they're not in there … but just in case …

He knocked again and said in a clear voice, "Nami-san? I'm coming in."

When he pushed open the door, he found something that he had not been expecting. He had to check to see if he was actually seeing the scene playing out in front of him and not hallucinating or having a day-dream gone wild.

It was painfully obvious that Nami was caught up in sexual activities, and he couldn't tear his gaze away. The tray slipped from his fingers in his shock and spilled the scalding tea all over him, but he hardly felt it anyway – his entire body had gone numb. The cigarette fell from his mouth, and was put out in a hiss by the tea all over him and the floor.

Nami was … oh god … Nami was … Nami was gorgeous. He couldn't really begin to describe how sexy she looked with her hair all tussled up and face flushed. Her eyes were shut tight and mouth half open from soundless pleasure. Her skirt was pushed up onto her thin stomach, revealing a curvy waist and ginger curls above her weeping womanhood. Her back was arched and she clung to her partner, who steadily thrust in an out of her, kissing her was a passion that Sanji had never seen in the man.

Blood started to pour from his nose and his pants started to feel unbearably tight when she let out a little mewl of pleasure, urging him to go faster. A finger started to stoke her clit, and she only responded more to him. Then the both of them seized up and Sanji could only watch as she shuddered and shook as her orgasm overtook her.

… That's when he realized that it was Luffy in her arms. It was Luffy with his penis deeply embedded within her womanly treasure, head on her shoulder and arms still embracing her. It was Luffy that she chose. And it was Luffy that was her first. Not Sanji.

LUFFY!

Before Sanji could run over and kill the rubber man, Nami finally regained some of her awareness and caught sight of Sanji in the doorway. She stared at him with half-lidded eyes for a few moments, and he could only blink in shock in return. Instead of shouting at him or apologizing or something like that, she just unclenched one of her hands from the back of Luffy's shirt and waved at him.

Waved at him.

Embarrassed and angry, Sanji fled. He ran and made it to the main deck before he encountered the rest of his Nakama. They all looked over at him in his pitiful state, and he could only stutter out what he had seen.

"Luffy! Nami! Together!"

Now his explanation was akin to caveman bumbling, so obviously none of them understood what he had been trying to get across. "Sanji, are you alright?" their small doctor asked. Apparently the trio had resurfaced hardly a minute prior.

"Spit it out Ero-cook," the stupid Marimo growled at him. Sanji wasn't in the mood to put up with his crap so he snapped at the Swordsman while plugging his bleeding nose with his hand.

And then he heard laughter. Sanji froze in spot as a feeling of dread crept through his body. Slowly, he turned around with tears spilling out of his eye. There was Nami, accompanied by the shitty perverted (it was weird to add that to the description) rubber boy. Both were laughing hysterically, leaning on each other so that they could keep upright.

And the shitty kid had the nerve to laugh at him. And he … he had touched Nami-san, corrupted her, put his freaky rubber hands on her, and he had the nerve to laugh at Sanji, who spent his time endlessly serving the women of the crew.

Enraged, Sanji went to kill him.

"I'll kill you! You shitty rubber perverted shithead!"

Zoro on the other hand, was completely and utterly shocked. Chopper's explanation coupled with Sanji's reactions … obviously his captain and navigator were up to some pretty naughty things in their spare time.

He then smiled. Well, his captain was a man after all, and in a sense he was happy for the two of them. Nami was positively glowing, absolutely stunning, and she was smiling the whole time as she was bombarded with questions. It was obvious that the two of them made each other happy, and it went beyond simple lust. He dared to call it love.

He then realized that everyone hadn't actually seen it coming. And from Nami's answers, this wasn't a new occurrence. To keep it from the crew, they must have been really, really quiet.

Well, as long as everyone (with the exception of the melodramatic cook) was safe and happy. All's well and ends well.