A/N: And another one bites the dust. Prepare to get a cavity you guys, because this sugary goodness is off the charts. I should be finished the next chapter in freak show today, so look forward to that, too!

On that note, I would love to dedicate this to the 600th reviewer, which so happens to be Iloveallanime16! I'm fairly certain you weren't expecting this, but if there's one thing I love more than lovey-dovey-gushy-wushy romantic things is surprising people. So bam!

600 reviews... That's crazy. You guys all rock. You're all my favourites. You are all the reason I'm eager to write all this mushy goodness, even if I dont update as often as I once did! So bask in the sugary sweet bath of LuNa!

Enjoy! :)


Of Sweet


"Nami-swan, want to see something funny?" Sanji asked me, setting a small plate of treats in front of me as I sat at the kitchen table.

I picked one up, hoping to satisfy the growling of my stomach -apparently, I didn't eat enough at breakfast. Maybe my own words were coming back around to bite me in the ass. There was once a time I had told Robin "The longer you hang out with your loved ones, the more you become like them." Maybe I was becoming a glutton like Luffy. Maybe I would just start eating and eating until I became round like a balloon.

Nah.

"What is it?" I asked Sanji as he retreated back to his counter. He returned with a fruit in his hands. "Do you know what this is?"

"A citrus fruit?" it wasn't too hard to guess.

"This is the sourest fruit in all of the Grand Line. Oddly, it prospers in cold climates. Which is why this last island had some. I plan on giving it to Luffy."

"You can try, but it's not going to work," I shrugged. It was a good idea. But anything Sanji offered him was inhaled, not eaten. "The man downs those kinds of things without even chewing."

"You're probably right," he sighed.

"Are you going to incorporate that into a dish?" I asked.

"Well, add a bit of salt, and sour turns sweet. So I could," he replied. "I got a few of them. Did you want one?"

"You know what? Yeah," I held up my hands and he tossed one to me. Maybe I could make him eat it. "Thanks. I'll have it later."

"I really do recommend the salt," he warned me.

"I'll keep that in mind," I nodded, tucking it into my sweater pocket.


"Of course you're here," Luffy said, finding me as I groomed my mikan trees. Franky had set up the greenhouse again. It was warm in here as opposed to the decks below, which were lined in a coat of white snow.

"Need something?" I asked, stopping to peel a mikan. I split it apart, putting a small piece in my mouth. I passed Luffy the rest of the mikan, and he took it graciously.

"Just your company. And some warmth. Brr, it's cold downstairs," he leaned against the glass of the greenhouse.

"I know. I can't wait to get back to the warm islands," I muttered, picking more mikans off and setting them down in the basket by my feet.

"Nami, what's this?" Luffy asked.

I looked over at him, to see him holding the fruit that Sanji had given me earlier. "That's a sour fruit."

"So why's it been picked?" Luffy asked, referring to the mikans when they weren't quite ready yet.

"This one is supposed to be sour, Luffy," I placed another fruit in the basket, then crossed over to him, crouching down and taking it from him. "Did you want to try it with me?"

"Mm," he said, crossing his legs and waiting patiently as I pealed it. The skin was tougher than my mikans, so the process took a little longer, but he hummed as he waited, letting the time pass idly and without a care.

"Let this rest on your tongue a moment before swallowing it, okay?" I took two pieces, placing one in his hand. "We'll do this at the same time, alright?"

"Okay," he said, sniffing it quickly before he looked at me with anticipation.

"On three," I said, mentally preparing myself. I didn't think that Luffy had any idea what he was in for. "One… Two… Three."

He placed it in his mouth, but I chickened out at the last moment. He cringed, wincing and shaking his head. His eyes even watered up a little –that's how sour it was. I almost felt bad as he squirmed. He swallowed though, before stretching his hand out and grabbing a mikan, hoping to offset the sour with the sweet.

"Why didn't you eat it?" he asked, eating the mikan greedily.

"I couldn't, I'm sorry," I laughed. "How bad was it?"

"Nami," he crossed his arms. "You have to eat it. Now. To be fair."

"After seeing your reaction, I'm not sure if I want to," I admitted.

"Fine, then let me eat it all," he said, reaching to take the fruit. Sour or not, I shouldn't have been surprised that he wanted more.

"No. I should do this," I took a deep breath, then placed the piece in my mouth. Little did Luffy know, I had switched out the sour fruit for a piece of mikan. His eyes widened as he watched me swallow it without any outrageous reactions. I frowned down at the fruit in my hand, "Sanji lied, this isn't sour at all."

Luffy leaned in, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, but he pulled back before our lips met. "Nami, you ate the mikan, not the sour one. I can smell it."

Damn it.

"Okay, I'll eat it for real this time," I promised.

"I'm not so sure I can trust you. We'll eat it together," he took the fruit from me.

"On the count of three again?" I asked.

"No, Nami. Together," he stressed the word.

He took another piece and after only a slight moment's hesitation, shoved it in his mouth and pressed his lips to mine. We both cringed at the same time, knocking our foreheads together. Luffy fell away, laughing.

"Maybe we should stick to mikans," I said, rubbing my forehead and shaking my head as if that would get the taste out of my mouth any quicker.

"They are a little sweeter, aren't they?" he agreed.

"Want to share a sweet kiss then?" I asked, reaching for the basket.

But he stopped me, pulling me back to his side. "Sweet or sour, Nami, I just wanted a kiss."