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I do not own One Piece.

AN: Hello readers! This is my first go at writing a smut, and a fluffy one at that. Let me know how I did!

Enjoy x

CHAPTER 1: GAMES

Sunlight glinted merrily on the glowing, turquoise waves as the Thousand Sunny floated lazily in the summery breeze, it's sails rippling contentedly as the ship gently rocked to and fro.

It was a gorgeous day on the Grand Line, not even a single feathery cloud speckling the azure sky above. The balmy air swept across Sunny's deck, ruffling the grass and sending sweet, earthy aromas swirling up Chopper's tingling nose.

"Aaaaah," he sighed, happily perched on his favourite spot; the homemade swing under the tree. He wiggled his little legs and leaned back, looking up at the young oak with shining eyes, gazing blissfully at the bright patches of blue still visible through the thick foliage. "What a beautiful day! If only it was like this forever."

"But, Chopper, that would be so boring!" said Luffy dispassionately. He lay at peace on the lush deck, his favourite red shirt tossed carelessly aside. "Although," he added, as an afterthought, "I could get used to this."

He stretched out his rubbery limbs as long as he could be bothered to reach, weaving his fingers and toes in between the dewy emerald strands. He closed his eyes with a sigh, enjoying the feel of the ticklish turf against his bare skin.

"All those awful storms we had will definitely be worth it if this summer spell keeps up for as long as it has!" exclaimed a bikini-clad Nami from one of the two nearby deck chairs. She took a long sip from the sumptuous raspberry iced tea that Sanji had beseechingly prepared for herself and Robin.

"Yes, indeed." murmured the raven-haired archaeologist, who was occupying the other chair. She savoured, for a moment, the glowing warmth of the sunlight on her cheeks before turning another page and absorbing herself back into the leather-bound book resting on her lap.

Everyone had gathered onto the sun-soaked deck this morning, the perfect weather too tempting to continue the routine errands, watches and tasks at hand.

Usopp had followed Luffy's lead, stripping off his shirt and sinking into the springy grass, though he had long since fallen asleep in the mellow, drowsy heat, snoring quietly and muttering mismatched phrases.

"Captain Usopp will save you, ma'am..." he mumbled, drooling slightly. "That goat is far too manly..."

Zoro and Franky were relaxing on a picnic blanket under the oak tree, playing a gung ho game of cards under Chopper's watchful gaze.

Brook was balanced haphazardly on a thick branch of the baby oak, his thin legs dangling high above the little reindeer's head, cheerfully fiddling a sweet, lilting tune on his mahogany violin. The permanent grin on his ghostly face appeared bigger than ever in the bright sunlight.

Sanji had spent most of the morning in the kitchen, visibly bouncing at the idyllic view of the ladies in their tight swimwear, preparing luscious trays of umbrella-topped drinks. He was now serving them lavishly to said ladies, completely disregarding Luffy and Zoro's complaints of parched throats.

"Nami-swan, Robin-chwan!" he gushed breathlessly, pushing the clinking glasses under their noses. "Would either of you care to taste my kiwi-melon mojitos? Perhaps the piña colada with a citrus twist? Why not some watermelon-mango punch with just a dash of coconut cream? I can do pineapples instead..."

"You know, I could really use something with cherries right now, please, Sanji-kun." interjected Nami, considering the matter but taking a garishly blue cocktail from his tray anyway.

"Anything for you, Nami-swan!" Sanji cried, whirling away, his beverages balanced precariously in fumbling hands.

"Oi, love cook!" yelled Zoro angrily, his eyes flashing. "This is the ninth time I've asked you! I could really use one of those cocktails myself, you know!"

"Sanjiiiiii!" moaned Luffy, the corners of his mouth drooping. "I want to taste! They sound so good!"

"Yohohooo." Brook hummed quietly from his perch. "If it would, ah, not be a problem for you, Sanji-san, may I please also sample a drink?"

But it was to no avail. Sanji had already danced away back into the kitchen to whip out every cherry cocktail recipe that he knew and every recipe that he didn't. Franky guffawed loudly, slapping his thigh.

"And that, crew," he said airily, casually displaying his winning hand on the picnic blanket, much to Zoro's outrage. "Is why you should always bring your own drinks to the party." He took a deep draught out of one of the many cola bottles he had carried out onto the deck with him, smacking his lips as the caramel-coloured liquid fizzed on his tongue and streamed refreshingly down his hot throat.

"Oi, Franky, could you give me some of that?" Zoro grumbled, throwing his useless set of cards down and staring longingly at the cold bottles, drops of condensation running temptingly down their curvy sides. "Please, man?"

"No can do, buddy." said Franky, shaking his head, his blue quiff flopping from side to side. "These're for medicinal purposes. Unless..." His eyes glinted wickedly. "You beat me in the next game."

Zoro rather hurriedly reshuffled the cards as Sanji burst out of the kitchen yet again, his trays overflowing with frosty glasses, a strong smell of cherries following him out.

Luffy laughed loudly, affection for his crew bubbling over. He closed his eyes, only to open them slightly again after a moment, peeking at each individual through his long, black eyelashes.

Fluffy, easily amused Chopper with his boundless medical knowledge, adorably squeaky laugh and the unsuspectedly deadly fighting ability he reservedly hid beneath his warm fur...

Muscly, stern-faced Zoro who had both the inhuman abilities of being able cut mountains with his katana and sleep for three days straight...

Hulking, easy-going Franky who always smelt of fresh, musky cola and could both build a small boat and choreograph a short dance routine in less than five minutes...

Blundering, sharp-eyed Usopp with his quick wit and explosive pachinko sets that seemed to have the side-effects of turning his legs and long nose into jelly at every dangerous situation...

Striking, serious-faced Robin who could mercilessly snap the backs of an entire fleet of Marines in seconds but still captivate you with the gentle smile that appeared on her fine features as she sunk herself into the creamy pages of a new book...

Chivalrous, romantic Sanji who could whip up a five-course meal in a matter of seconds, breaking bones and major organs effortlessly with his iron legs but seemingly oblivious to when his own heart got stomped on...

Courteous, talented Brook and his beautiful music notes that still hung dancing in the air long after his instrument had been laid down to rest, much like the invisible, deadly slashes his blade would create, silently waiting in the air for their master's cue...

And Nami. Luffy let his eyes drift on her for perhaps just a second or two longer than everyone else.

Nami...bubbly, mischievous Nami. She could guide a ship through a hurricane without batting an eyelash.

She could go shopping with a hundred beri and come back with full bags and an extra thousand beri in her pocket.

She could take down an enemy with a fearsome lightning strike before they had even noticed the storm cloud brewing above their heads.

She could produce welts the size of baseballs on the back of your head when she was mad at you.

And, man, she could wear a bikini so damn well.

Luffy felt a slight twitch in his shorts as he discreetly continued to gaze at Nami's skimpily clad frame.

He felt a little guilty to be staring at her so lustfully. Sanji would be furious. He didn't think the rest of the crew would be entirely pleased either, although he knew they had all sneaked a peek at some point.

It's not like it's my fault, he sighed to himself. Who wouldn't be able to stare at a gorgeous body like that when it's on show? Especially when the top-piece is just a little too small...

His shorts twitched again. Luffy instinctively crossed his legs over, shuffling slightly on the grassy deck.

Lets not get lewd about it.

But it was true. The top half of her white bikini was visibly straining to cover up her voluminous chest. The majority of it was still unbearably easy to make out.

Unwillingly, his eyes flickered down. He could see perfectly the firm, round outline of each of her large, perky breasts, slightly curving up in the middle where her nipples were. What would it feel like to take one of those into his mouth and suck on it...?

Luffy hurriedly shook the thought out of his mind.

Jeez, don't get so carried away, he chastised himself, feeling the familiar arousal tightening his groin. He felt explicitly grateful that no one in his crew had eaten the Devil Fruit that gave them the power to read minds. The mere idea of this caused an uncomfortable heat to flush his cheeks.

"Are you alright, Luffy?" called Nami, much to his horror, glancing over at her captain with concern. "You look a little over-heated."

"M-me?" he spluttered, mortified. Nami cocked her head to one side, looking quizzical.

Luffy cleared his throat, habitually bringing his straw hat over his eyes as he pulled himself together. "Duh! Of course I'm alright, Nami!" he said briskly, shooting her a wide grin. "Just, uh, real thirsty."

"Oh! Sanji-kun, please give Luffy one of your drinks! We can't have the Captain getting heatstroke, now, can we?" Nami pleaded earnestly with the blonde cook, seemingly believing Luffy's excuse. "Oh, and Zoro, too." she added hastily as the swordsman opened his mouth, looking mutinous.

"Of course, Nami-san! Anything for you, my mellorine!" sang Sanji as he strode away towards the boys, his eyes glowing with adoration.

Luffy sat up, accepting the cool refreshment from Sanji. He sat cross-legged on the grass, swirling the ice around in his glass and sucking absent-mindedly on the straw, staring around at his nakama for a second time. He bit back a giggle as he listened to Zoro and Sanji arguing yet again, while Chopper tried desperately to calm them down, Brook chuckling at them from above.

"That cocktail is the same colour as the marimo on your head, shitty swordsman, are you sure it's safe for you to consume?"

"Shut the hell up, at least my hair actually looks like a man's, Curly Eyebrow Princess."

"What did you just say to me, you decaying moss-head?!"

"You goddamn heard me, you perverted Goldilocks!"

"Guys, please, I think you're both beautiful, okay? Why don't we play some more cards...?"

It was then that Brook laughed so hard that he accidentally fell out the tree, landing in a heap on top of Sanji, Chopper, Zoro, Franky and the picnic blanket, the six of them suddenly becoming a yelling, complaining, swearing mass of limbs, bones and checkered cloth.

Luffy burst out laughing. They were the best bunch in the world, no doubt...he'd never had so much fun in his entire life.

Nami caught his eye and smiled at him as the members of their crew disentangled themselves from each other, some audibly grumbling, others anxiously apologising. Luffy jumped slightly, flushing again. Was it just his imagination, or did her smile seem to widen?

Nami went back to the iced milkshake that she was stirring with a cocktail stick. It had a plump maraschino cherry stuck on the end.

Fully aware that Luffy was watching her, she pulled the stick slowly out from the milkshake, letting some of the thick, pink mixture drip temptingly back into the glass, before lifting it painstakingly up to her lips.

Luffy stiffened.

Deliberative and suggestive, Nami then began ever so delicately to lick the remaining milkshake off of the cherry with the tip of her cat-like tongue. She glanced at Luffy as she did so, naughtiness sparkling in her eyes.

Her captain blushed, his heart beginning to pound.

Nami smirked and slowly slid the rest of the cocktail stick gently into her mouth, giving him a coy wink.

Luffy dropped his eyes, unable to stand it, feeling his face and neck burn. He must be the same colour as that damn cherry by now.

She was toying with him.

And it was working.

His imagination went into overdrive, scenes of that same, sensual tongue on his hardening erection, sliding it deep into her mouth, licking his pleasure as if it too were drops of cherry milkshake...

"I'm, er, gonna take a shower." Luffy announced, scrambling to stand up. He fanned himself and sighed, trying to be as casual as possible. "This midday sun is a little too much for these rubber toes. Oh, Sanji, could you pleeeease have a pirate bento ready for me when I come out?" he added, for extra effect.

"Coming right up, boss."

The ruse passed straight over nearly everyone's heads. Usopp was still fast asleep, Sanji was already retiring himself to the kitchen to prepare lunch, Brook was back up in the tree inventing melodies and Chopper, Franky and Zoro were all too engrossed in their latest card game to care. Robin nodded and smiled at him before returning to her book.

Nami, however, continued to gaze at him, her eyes blazing. The maraschino cocktail stick was still between her plump lips. She raised a seductive eyebrow at him.

Luffy bit his lip, forcing himself not to moan out loud. He knew she had seen but he turned hurriedly away anyway, half-running to the bathrooms.

Once inside the steamy shower room, he slammed the door behind him. He leant against it and slid wearily down onto the cool, tiled floor. Luffy glanced down at his shorts, thoroughly unsurprised by the large bulge at his crotch.

Damn it.

This had gone on for far too long now.

The strange tension between himself and Nami had begun from the second she'd broken down on Cocoyashi Island. He had felt a strange stirring in his heart as he watched her weep for him on the dusty footpath, pain radiating from each chocolate-brown iris. All he wanted was to see her smile again.

There was a moment when their eyes had met, determined black and helpless brown, and a spark had seemed to cut through the air between them, unsaid words spilling. Heart rates increasing, pupils widening.

And since then, Luffy had found himself taking much more notice of Nami than he had originally intended.

In the beginning, she was like any other crewmember, an extraordinary person that he wanted to share all his journeys with and would gladly sacrifice his own life for. But then he began to realise that with Nami, he wanted to share more than just spirited adventures around the globe.

Luffy often questioned whether love, dating and the like were even options for him. Wouldn't becoming the Pirate King require all of his focus? Pleasantly dizzying as it was to fall head-over-heels for Nami, he had been able to throw audacious thoughts of flowers, hand-holding and candle-lit dinners out of his mind for the time being.

But even if he locked away his true feelings, he could seem to do nothing about the burning sexual tension that ate viciously away at his insides, leaving him yearning despairingly after her.

As much as he adored Nami's personality, he couldn't ignore her beauty, her body, her raw sexual energy. She consumed his thoughts, his dreams. He was haunted.

And so, it seemed, was she.

On land, where they almost always got themselves tangled in perilous adventures and mishaps, there was no time to think about anything but survival and the enemy. But those warm days on the ship, when he was busy and shirtless, sweat glistening on his tanned skin, he would catch her staring at his lean, well-built body, wide eyes flickering over his defined muscles, travelling further down to come to a rest at the soft bulge underneath his shorts.

At first he would manage to ignore it, to turn away, to act like nothing had happened. But soon, the temptation would be too much. The sight of her hungry gaze turned him on. The bulge would stiffen. Nami would notice, a slow blush creeping across her cheeks, but she would only stare harder, the hint of a knowing smile playing on her lips until he finally felt it was far too dangerous to continue being in her presence and would leave hurriedly for the bathroom.

It always went on in the same fashion. Heated moments as they locked eyes across the room. Fiery brushes of skin as they passed each other by on the deck of the Sunny. The longing he could hear in her voice as she bid him goodnight. Accidentally on purpose peeks as she bent over, sat down or walked past him. Little phrases and requests loaded with second meanings.

"Oh, I'm so tense and worked up today. I could really use something to help me relax. Any ideas, Luffy?"

"Hey Luffy, could you button this up for me?"

"Luffy, do you think this top is too tight around the chest?"

"Is it raining, Captain? I feel a little wet."

Driving him crazy.

Luffy bit his lip as his hardness strained tight against the fabric of his shorts.

The milkshake incident of today.

His hands seemed to unzip his fly all by themselves.

Her little tongue licking the end of that shiny cherry.

His fingers were already wrapped around his rock-hard cock.

Thick, pinky milkshake dripping down her throat.

A thrill of pleasure flooded through his tense body as his hand brushed up the length of his member.

Her perfect mouth sucking on that cocktail stick, sliding it deep inside, her breasts pulled tight against a too-small bikini, hidden wetness pooling between her legs...

Luffy moaned out loud, unable to stand it. He let the images of Nami flood his mind as his hand moved swiftly and desperately up and down his throbbing dick, his pleasure already dribbling from its tip.

Nothing could arouse him like she could. He wanted her so bad. He wanted to push his hardness straight into her wet centre and fuck her until she was screaming his name, listening to her moan in wild ecstasy.

A muffled voice came through from the other side of the door.

"Luffy? Are you in the bath yet?"

Fuck.

Panicking, Luffy hurriedly whipped his hands away from himself and scrambled away from the door, diving into the large, square bath at the back of the room. This endeavour turned out to be rather painful as the deep tub was still completely empty.

"Just a minute!" he yelled, ignoring the stinging skin of the arm that he had landed on. Luffy hastily pressed the buttons of the little wall-set control pad at a random, concentrating only on filling the bath up as quickly as he could. A circular panel slid from the top of the dome-shaped ceiling, quickly followed by a powerful gush of water.

Shit, I must've set the pressure too high! Luffy despaired, vaguely remembering Franky's warnings about playing with the controls, before he was head-butted by the fierce jet. His skin began to burn.

And the temperature too. But that can't be helped now. At least it's filling up fast.

Emerging from the depths of the now-full bathtub, his hair dripping steadily into his eyes, he then squeezed out a ridiculous amount of bubble-bath from one of the small bottles nestled in a basket on the side of the tub and impatiently lathered it up into a quivering mass of sweet-smelling foam that floated on top of the steaming water.

Once he was satisfied that it looked like he had been in the bathtub the whole time, he leaned back, double-checked that everything sensitive was covered up and called out, "Yeah, come in!"

The door creaked open and in walked Nami.

"Nami!" Luffy yelped, scandalised. He swallowed a considerable amount of bath water in his shock, sending the watery foam flying. Nami strode into the sweltering bathroom and stood with her hands on her hips while Luffy tried desperately to hide both his manhood and the fact that he was choking on chamomile-scented bubbles.

"Hey, Captain." said Nami, looking over at him, amused. "Why are you so jumpy today? Sanji just sent me to ask you whether you wanted duck or octopus in your dumplings. Or both. Well, technically he asked Franky to do it, but..." She met his gaze with a wicked glint in her eyes, crossing her arms together so that her breasts strained even tighter against the bikini top. "I said I would."

"Oh, really?" said Luffy weakly, rubbing his chest and sinking back underneath the foam. "Why's that? You looked pretty happy on that deck chair with Robin."

"Oh, well yeah, I was..." said Nami, taking a step forward. She began to glisten slightly as the hot steam condensed on her peachy skin. She pulled her hair out of it's tight ponytail, the amber-coloured strands coming to a rest on her smooth shoulders. "But I just thought I'd come check on you. You seemed a little flushed out there. I was worried you were getting sick."

"The weather..." Luffy muttered, colour rising in his cheeks again. He pretended like he could not see her smirking, like he did not notice her inching closer and closer to the tub, as if he was not conscious of her chocolate-brown eyes smouldering sexily at him.

Dammit, Nami! he thought angrily. You've got to quit cornering me like this.

"Yeah, it's sooo hot out there, isn't it, Cap?" Nami cooed sweetly, perching herself strategically on the edge of the bath and patting him on the head. Luffy stared determinedly in front of him with what he thought was a dignified expression, well aware that he was making himself highly obvious but choosing not to care.

Nami dipped her fingers into the searing foam. "So then tell me why," she said quietly, taking her wet hand and using it to turn his face to look at hers. He felt his skin burn where her fingertips touched him. "This water is even hotter than the air outside?"

Luffy locked his gaze with hers for a moment, unable to respond.

And then suddenly, as if some invisible force had compelled him to do so, he grabbed her roughly by the waist and pulled her into the tub with him. A moment later, Nami emerged spluttering from the water, gasping for air.

"Luf -!"

That was all she had time to cry out before Luffy's lips attacked hers, his strong hands fiercely pressing her bikini-clad frame against his own bare body.

A frozen moment of warmth and fireworks as their mouths collided, moulding effortlessly together.

And then, without warning, all the pent-up tension, frustration and lust inside of him exploded in a tsunami wave of desire.

Luffy pushed his tongue aggressively between Nami's lips, electricity shooting through his veins. She sighed in pleasure and darted her own soft tongue into the sensitive areas of his mouth.

"Luffy." she moaned as his hardening manhood brushed over the bare skin of her stomach. She bit lightly on his lower lip, twisting her fingers into his damp hair. Luffy shuddered in exhilaration, his own fingers tightening desperately on her waist, one hand brushing down over her voluptuous backside.

They made out breathlessly in the clouded bathtub, melting into each other's bodies, their tongues battling for dominance. Every nerve in Luffy's body was on fire as he held Nami, sighing fervently against her dripping skin and listening to her impassioned moans in his ear as his throbbing dick rubbed hard against the thin fabric between her legs.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Nami broke away and stared questioningly at him, her breathing heavy. A small thrill of fear ran through her body. Luffy's eyes were flashing, his mouth set. He was angry with her, tempered by her teasing. But the trepidation only made her hotter and more impatient.

"You've been toying with me, Nami." Luffy growled, gently moving his hips gently forward. She bit her lip, her back arching slightly as his length brushed over the little button above her centre.

"Luffy, I - " she tried to say, but he silenced her with another rough kiss.

"You like your games, don't ya, Miss Navigator?" he whispered, thrusting his hips lightly forwards again. The fingers still entwined in his hair clenched painfully tight against his scalp. Luffy hid a smile.

"Mmm." Nami sighed, her rosy lips parting in pleasure. Impatient, she tried to grind her hips against his crotch, loving the sensation, wanting more, but Luffy's grip on her waist suddenly became iron-like and she found that she could not move.

"Well, guess what?" he murmured huskily, brushing her neck with his lips. This sensation, coupled with the incredibly pleasurable feel of his hardness rubbing slowly over her centre caused Nami to cry out in sheer frustration. "I know how to play too."

"Oh, fuck me, Luffy, please!" Nami moaned, struggling against his tight hold.

Luffy hushed her with another kiss, but it was softer than the last. Burning arousal was coursing through his veins. The adrenaline rush that had driven him to drag her into his arms was fading fast, replaced by uncontrollable need.

Her body, her moans, her words, her warm and wet skin...they were breaking him, tearing at his resolve, brushing away his annoyance, and he found himself sighing, "Yes, Nami", and pulling down her little bikini bottoms.

There was another knock on the door.

For the second time that day, Luffy found himself choking on foam.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Nami whispered, looking panicked, untangling her fingers from Luffy's hair. His hands fell hurriedly off of her body as she clambered out of the tub, snatching a fluffy towel from the selection on the wall and quickly wiping the bath water off of her skin and out of her hair.

Luffy, meanwhile, was lathering up enough fresh bubbles to cover up his rock-hard erection.

As soon as Nami had deemed herself dry enough, shoving the soaked towel in a nearby laundry hamper and scraping her damp hair back into a tight ponytail at lightning speed, she stood in the middle of the room with her arms folded as if she had been there the entire time. There was another knock, louder than the first.

"Come in!" Luffy called out in a voice as laid-back as he could manage.

The door swung open and in plodded Usopp, looking rather drowsy.

"Sanji made me wake up and go find you two for his order, you've been gone for like a million years, Nami." Usopp grumbled as he trudged inside, rubbing his eyes wearily.

Luffy felt a little relieved. Usopp was not usually one to pick up on anything suspicious.

"Oh, I was just leaving!" Nami fluttered, letting out a slightly anxious laugh as she nervously tucked behind her ears the damp bangs that had not quite made into her messy ponytail. Usopp's eyes opened a little wider. He looked curiously at her.

Luffy winced. Too obvious, even for a dozy Usopp.

"What's up with you?" Usopp demanded, raising his eyebrows at Nami. "You sound a little weird."

THUNK!

"On second thoughts," Usopp gasped, doubling over and clutching his throbbing head. "You sound just fine."

"Yeah, I'd better do." Nami muttered threateningly, starting to walk out of the bathroom. She turned around and glanced at Luffy. A spark ran through his body as their eyes met, her chocolate irises sparkling shyly. He felt himself blushing.

"I'll tell Sanji to make duck, then, okay, Luffy?" Nami said, her tone becoming oddly gentle, turning away to hide her smile. "We got a fresh supply of meat on the last island."

"Mmm yum, duck!" Luffy cooed, looking excited, but still sounding a little half-hearted. Usually he would feel ready to fly off of the watchtower at the thought of Sanji's food, but even the appeal of that had lost its leading place to the electric enticement that was Nami.

He watched her leave, perfect curves swinging behind her as she went. She was beautiful.

A burst of happiness suddenly flooded through him and a much more Luffy-esque beam spread over his face.

"Hungry, are we?" Usopp said, looking amused at Luffy's joyful expression. "You'd better finish up soon, Sanji's food doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"Yeah, I know, I'll be done in a bit!" Luffy replied, grinning. His hand played absent-mindedly with the bubbles still floating on the surface of the water. They had previously been dripping off of Nami's silky skin.

"What were you two even talking about for so long in here?" Usopp asked as he turned to follow the girl in question out of the door.

Luffy smiled to himself.

"Games." he replied.

Phew! I just love Luffy x Nami. Heart eyes upon heart eyes.

So how was that? Let me know in a cheeky review or two, I'd appreciate it!

Chapter 2 coming at ya x

- ElysianPipedreams