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“Ready for bed?” Zoro murmurs quietly against Robin’s neck as he appears behind the raven-haired archaeologist, his strong arms encircling Robin’s waist.
“Zoro!” Robin breathlessly gasps, spinning to face her partner, her heart thundering wildly in her chest.
“Did I scare ya?” the swordsman chuckles, resting his chin to the top of Robin’s head, his warm breath tickling the archeologist’s face.
“Yes,” she laughs, pressing her back firmly against Zoro’s broad chest, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her partner’s heavily muscled arms wrapping around her upper body. “You’re extremely quiet when you choose to be,” Robin continues, spinning to face the green-haired swordsman, winding her own arms around Zoro’s neck.
“Wouldn’t be much of a swordsman if I wasn’t,” he smirks, stealing a quick kiss from Robin in the process.
“Did you need something in particular, or did you just come to say goodnight?” the famed archaeologist inquires, rubbing one hand down Zoro’s cheek.
“Come to bed with me,” Zoro propositions, grasping Robin by the hips before setting his partner to where she is sitting on the railing of the Sunny, her back facing the ocean.
“But Franky and Usopp are already in bed! There’ll be no one on watch,” Robin reminds, her heart dropping at the mention of their current drop in crew members. “For everyone’s safety…”
“No safer place for you to be than wrapped in my arms,” the first mate challenges, locking his gaze on Robin’s.
Damn, she couldn’t argue that point, knowing it to be absolutely certain without a shadow of a doubt.
“You’ve got me there,” Robin dramatically sighs, taking Zoro’s offered hand in her own and then leaping from the Sunny’s railing before she pulls Zoro behind her towards the swordsman’s bed in the crow’s nest.
Robin lies next to Zoro in his bed up in the crow’s nest, her head resting over the center of Zoro’s chest. The swordsman’s heartbeat is strong, comforting, and steadfast, much like the man it belongs to, offering Robin a sense of security. Zoro’s arms are wrapped securely around Robin’s chest and waist as he pulls the raven-haired archaeologist tightly against him. His right hand rubs comforting circles down Robin’s stomach and hips, eliciting soft moans of delight from the female Devil Fruit user.
“Comfortable?” Zoro inquires, his voice gravelly and thick with sleep and his own comfort.
“Extremely,” Robin happily sighs, tracing the outline of the cross-body scar Zoro received all those years ago from Dracule Mihawk. “How about you?” she questions, her crystal blue eyes beginning to softly close.
“Absolutely no place I’d rather be,” Zoro whispers, gently kissing Robin’s cheek as he lovingly gazes at the woman beside him. “Stay the night with me going forward,” the swordsman murmurs, closing his chocolate-colored eye.
“From here to Wano?”
“Yeah, for starters. Then we’ll see how we feel from there, if that sounds alright with you.”
“You’d really want me to spend every night with you?” Robin asks in surprise, turning to face the swordsman.
“I thought I made my intentions towards you clear. Other than becoming the greatest swordsman in the world and seeing Luffy become King of the Pirates, the thing I want most in this world is you, Nico Robin,” Zoro reveals, a statement that entirely takes Robin’s breath away.
They’d spend the rest of the nights on the way from Zou to Wano snuggled in bed together, their bond growing even stronger by the day.
Tenderly and securely wrapped in Roronoa Zoro’s strong arms is easily and undeniably Nico Robin’s favorite place to be.