Note: This is basically a compilation of LawNa one shots, most of which can be found on my tumblr. I've left out the two I posted separately, though I may add them at a later date.

Moments Like These

Rough Sketches

It wasn't often that the ship saw quiet days, but when it did, Nami was always determined to make the best of it. The weather was perfect and the gentle breeze that swept across the ocean was relaxing. She lay on her stomach with her sketch book on the ground before her. The grass of the lawn deck tickled the bit of skin exposed beyond the hem of her shirt. The pen in her hand worked idly placing lines at random, and it wasn't until she glanced down at the sketch she'd made that she realized who she was drawing.

He was sitting a few feet away, his head bowed and the rim of his hat shielding his eyes as he took advantage of the peace long enough to nap. His sword was popped up on his shoulder with an arm loosely wrapped around it, and while he seemed relaxed, she knew he'd be awake at the first sign of commotion; he was an exceptionally light sleeper. He made a good subject, however, considering the fact that he wasn't moving. Without much thought, she continued with her sketch.

It wasn't uncommon for her to draw her crewmates; in fact she'd drawn them several times and they'd all taken a liking to them; enough that they hung the sketches in their room when she finished. Usopp particularly liked them due to the fact that she supposedly captured his 'true manliness', though she made it a point that she sometimes exaggerates when drawing anything that wasn't a map, just as she was with this drawing.

Instead of drawing his eyes closed, she'd left them open. She put more pressure around the bottom, imitating the tired bags beneath his eyes. As she darkened the lines around his jaw, her other hand reached for the box of pens next to her and with drew a shimmering gold one and a deep blue one. When she glanced back up, he'd shifted. His head had rolled to the side, his lips parted slightly as he slept.

Even asleep, his face was twisted in a scowl. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to make him such a way, but she discarded the thought. It wasn't any of her business. She turned her attention to the sketch and a small smile spread her lips.

In the drawing, she purposely relaxed his brows, letting them rest where she supposed they would normally. Instead of a brow, she drew his lips in a small smile, more accurately a smirk. While the picture was distinctively him, the difference was astounding. The overall expression was much softer than she doubted he'd show any time soon, but the more she examined her work, the more she wondered if it was possible to bring it out.

She started on the feathered collar. It was the hardest part, but a few moments later, she was satisfied with how it had turned out. Despite the amount of black, she'd managed to add enough detail to tell where each individual feather lay. His hair was easier. She did the outline in black, but when back over it with the blue pen, shading it in with precision that had come from years of map drawing.

His eyes were her favorite part, however. They were brilliant gold, and she paid careful attention to where she dabbed the specks of amber that shone through when the light hit his eyes at the right angle. Of course, she felt the sketch didn't do them justice; the real thing was much more captivating, but it was close to the real thing as her artistic skills would allow. With a flourishing stroke, she scribbled her name at the bottom as she always did with her drawings.

She spared her work another appraisal, she noticed that she'd put much more effort and detail into this particular drawing than she had with the ones of her crewmates. She wasn't sure why, but her mind had subconsciously forced her not to settle with a simple sketch; there was almost as much meticulous detail in the work as there were in her maps. With a small sigh, she pushed the thought from her mind and and placed her pens in the box.

When she turned her attention back to her sketch book, it was gone.

Her brows drew low over her eyes as she glanced up to see that he wasn't leaning against the railing anymore. She had a vague idea of what happened, but the sound of paper tearing behind her told her where he'd gone. Her body went rigid, and for a moment she was afraid he'd torn the picture itself, but when the sketchbook was dropped onto the ground in front of her once more, she noticed that the page had been removed.

"This is really good, Nami-ya."

She could tell by his tone that he was impressed, though she didn't care about that. In seconds she was on her feet. "Give it back."

He raised a brow at her, though his expression remained impassive. "Why?"

"Because I said so!" She countered. Her words were chosen carefully; she'd learned the hard way that he'd instantly turn things around if given the chance. To say 'it's mine' in response would only inflate his ego.

She made a grab for the paper, but he effortlessly pulled it out of her reach. This time she jumped in an attempt to reach it from where he held it over his head, but her hands fingers fell short a few inches, and she ended up closer to him than she would have liked. He was smirking now, obviously amused by her failed attempts.

"That's not a reason."

"It is a reason, now give it to me!"

Her face was flushed from embarrassment and she resisted the urge to stamp her foot like a child. She knew that if it came down to it, if he really had every intention of keeping it from her, she'd stand no chance of getting it back. A physical approach was not the best option; not only would he easily overpower her, she'd run the risk of ripping the page. She would have to settle for a way that was more her; distract him long enough to steal it back.

"But Torao!" She whined. "How else am I supposed to remember you when you've gone back to your own crew."

She purposely pushed herself closer to him and pressed her body against his. She let her hands rest on his chest and glanced up at him in an attempt to look as seductive as possible. At first, she thought the ploy had worked; he tensed at her touch. His eyes widened a fraction, and she felt his arm lower in response, but the second she made a move to grab the paper, he stepped back. She nearly lost her balance, as his body had been supporting most of her weight.

"You're not getting it back, Nami-ya." He stated and carefully folded the paper before slipping it into his pocket. "If you want it so badly, draw another one. You seem to have memorized my face well enough."

She gaped at him. The blush intensified and her gaze hardened as she regarded him and his response. "Why can I have it back?"

"Because I like it," he said simply. "And because I find your reaction amusing."

She resisted the urge to slap him for the last statement. "Fine keep it."

He snorted in response leaned down until his face was level with hers. "If remembrance is what you want, I have a bounty poster. You're just embarrassed I caught you."

Nami huffed and forced her gaze to the side. "I was only saying that so you'd give the drawing back."

"Are you trying to say you could forget about me, Nami-ya?"

Her words were ice as she responded. "Yes."

She regretted it, however, when he smirked and leaned even closer. "Go ahead and try then."

Before she could respond, he pressed his lips to hers. She tensed at the contact and her blush darkened, but she relaxed a moment later. When she leaned forward and tried to push herself closer, he pulled away abruptly. His smirk broadened at the frustration in her eyes. Without a word, he turned away from her. He raise his hand in a silent wave, and he couldn't help but chuckle that the irate huff she gave in response.

"Arrogant bastard."