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Sanji exhaled a long, slow ring of smoke. “Margot Fontaine, sixteen,” he said, his voice thick with the memory. “On a star-filled night in late June. Backseat of my ’95 Neon.”
Zoro barked a laugh. “You lost your virginity with a chick in a parking lot in the backseat of a shitty-ass car? A fucking Neon?”
Sanji glared at him. “She wasn’t some chick. She was beautiful. Perfect.” He rolled his eyes and exhaled again. “Margot Fontaine…”
Zoro shakes his head. “You gotta be kidding me. Mister Romance.”
Nami laughed as she took a long drink of her beer, leaning back on the deck chair in the hot night air. “This is more fun than I expected. Okay, Sanji. Who’s next?”
Sanji glanced around. “Brook.”
Brook sat up straighter. “Yohoho, I shall strive not to disappoint,” he crooned with a mock bow. “My family was on vacation. I was a poor, inexperienced fifteen-year-old innocent. Innocent until Pelagia…”
Robin raised an eyebrow. “Pelagia?”
“A siren of the sea; a beauty; a creature of perfection. Pelagia Katsaros….nymph of the orisons of the heavens…and nineteen.”
“An older woman?” Robin’s voice held her smile.
“Indeed. And experienced in the art of love. A cabana in the summer. Salt spray in the air. My family stayed for two weeks. But my heart….it beats still in a seaside cabana with Pelagia.”
“Gods, you people are sappy,” Zoro grumbled.
“Shut up,” Nami said, good naturedly. “Brook, that’s beautiful. Who should go next?”
“Hmmm,” Brook considered. “Jinbe.”
Jinbe cleared his throat. “Not something I’d ordinarily share,” he muttered. “Annette Peterson. On a blow-up mattress on the floor of our first apartment. Twenty-six.”
Sanji choked on his wine. “Twenty-six?”
Jinbe nodded. “Not all of us were in a hurry, young man.”
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with twenty-six,” Nami said firmly. “What was Annette like?”
Jinbe paused, gathering his thoughts. “She was calm. Peaceful. The sort of person at home in serenity.”
There was a pause. “You guys rented an apartment together?” Usopp asked. “So this was…a long-term thing?”
“It should have been,” Jinbe said quietly.
“Should have been?” Usopp asked. “What, did you break your lease or something?”
“Broke my heart, I’m afraid. She passed away a few months later. There was an accident.”
The crew was quiet for several moments.
“Anyway. It was a long time ago. Let’s see, who’s next…Zoro?”
Zoro huffed. “Gonna be a disappointment to all you emotional sops.”
“Well, you have to tell us,” Nami said, leveling her gaze at him. “Those are the rules. The person you lost your virginity to, where you lost it, how old you were.”
Zoro grumbled again. “Yeah, whatever. Don’t know her name. Cost five thousand berries. Behind a warehouse. Sixteen.”
Sanji stared at him. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“What?”
“Your first time was with…a whore?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So…your first time is supposed to be…special.”
“Why?”
“Why? Why?? What do you mean, why? Because…because….” Sanji spluttered.
“Look, I was curious. Collected my first bounty.” Zoro shrugged. “Wasn’t that good. Plenty of other women were better, but…you guys wanted the first. So that was the first.”
“Plenty of other women? What do you mean, plenty of other women?” Usopp asked. “How…how many is plenty?”
Zoro raised an eyebrow. “Like, how many women have I bedded?” he asked.
Usopp swallowed hard. “I…I guess.”
Zoro shrugged. “Never thought to keep track. Why?”
“You don’t even…KNOW how many women you’ve….well, I mean, I don’t know either. Must be in the low hundreds by now…right? That…sounds right, doesn’t it?” Usopp asked shakily.
Zoro rolled his eyes.
Nami laughed. “So who goes next, Zoro?”
“Whatever. Luffy.”
Luffy looked up from a cricket he was playing with. “What about me? What’s going on?”
Zoro sighed. “These idiots want to know when you lost your virginity and with who and where.”
“Oh. A couple years ago, in the kitchen. With Nami.”
A moment of silence erupted suddenly in shouted questions. “With NAMI?” “How many years ago?” “MY kitchen?!? My NAMI?!” “Monkey D. Luffy!” The last was from Nami as she whacked him over the head. “What the hell is wrong with you?!?”
Luffy rubbed his head. “They asked. What, was I supposed to lie?”
“No, I just…I didn’t…that was your first time?!”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Why? Because you TELL somebody it’s your first time, you absolute idiot!” She pounded him on the head again.
“Ow! Quit it! Okay, next time I’ll tell you it’s my second time. Or, I guess…fifth time? Let’s see, by the fridge, on the counter, under the counter—”
Sanji lunged at Luffy. “On the COUNTER?!?! You….you….barbarian!”
Zoro laughed loudly. “Now you’ve gotta pick who goes next, Captain.”
Luffy grunted as he dodged Sanji’s fiery kick. “Okay…uh…Chopper!”
“You can’t pick Chopper! He’s a kid! He hasn’t….he….wait….” Usopp began.
Chopper looked up and blushed. “Well…there was this girl in Torino Kingdom….”
“WHAT??!?” The crew froze and stared at him.
“Her…her name was Iris.”
Franky began to laugh. “Damn, boy…we all go for power-ups over two years and you were out there getting laid? Good on ya, man!” He reached out with his beer stein, clinking it with Chopper’s mug of cocoa.
“Tell me about Iris,” Robin said softly.
“She…she was really pretty. She had green eyes.” Chopper smiled. “And…she…um…well, it was her first time too.”
Robin smiled. “That sounds lovely.”
“It…it was.” Chopper smiled. “How about you go next, Robin?”
“No thank you,” Robin said softly. “I’ll pass.”
Nami narrowed her eyes slightly. “You…pass? You can’t pass.”
“Oh, come now,” Brook said. “We’d quite like to hear it.”
“You heard her,” Zoro said, his voice firm. “She said no.”
Nami looked at him.
“Pick someone else.” There was finality in his tone.
Robin smiled at Zoro. Zoro nodded back briefly. Nami looked from one to the other. “Why?”
“I’m afraid it would rather dampen the mood,” Robin said gently.
“The choice is yours,” Jinbe intoned. “But we are friends here, you understand. You needn’t hide anything you don’t wish to.”
The Straw Hats quieted. “Robin,” Zoro said, his voice a good deal softer than most of the others had ever heard it. “You don’t have to. You can pick someone else.”
Robin was silent for a moment. “Four boys I’d never met,” she said quietly. “On the side of the road on a rainy afternoon. Eleven.”
A sea king could’ve heard a pin drop.
“I suppose you can see why I passed.”
“Robin-chan,” murmured Sanji. “I’m so sorry.”
Robin waved her hand. “It was a long time ago. I’m fine.”
“Are you?”
Robin met Sanji’s eyes in the gathering dusk. “Yes,” she said firmly. “I’m fine.”
Zoro took a long swallow of his sake and moved a step closer to her. Sanji glanced between them. “You knew already?” he asked Zoro.
Zoro shrugged.
“Is that a yes?”
“Does it matter?”
Sanji sighed. “I don’t suppose it does. But if you’re who she goes to to talk about these things…you make damn sure you’re a good listener.”
Zoro huffed. “If I need your advice, I’ll ask for it, dart-brow.”
Sanji rolled his eyes and turned back to Robin. “Should you need the services of someone…civilized, I’m only ever a breath away, Robin-chan.”
Robin chuckled softly. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Sanji-kun. Perhaps Usopp should go next?”
Usopp froze. “Um…I…well…I guess…yeah, there was that, uh…princess in…oh, what was it called…um…you know…Dressrosa?” he squeaked out.
Zoro harumphed. “What, Viola? You never slept with Viola.”
“I..uh…no, the…uh…..”
“Or Rebecca.”
“No, I….well…I mean…not…not Dressrosa, uh….”
“Wait, Mosshead, how do you know he—” Sanji froze. “Good gods, you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t.”
Zoro shrugged.
“Hmm,” Robin said with a smile. “I was fairly certain you’d slept with Viola, but I didn’t guess Rebecca as well. Interesting.”
Zoro looked at her. “Interesting how?”
Robin’s smile grew. “Rebecca didn’t seem as…impressed, I suppose.”
Zoro huffed. “Yeah, well. Guess you’ll have to ask her.”
“If you’re impressive?”
Sanji choked on his cigarette.
Zoro grinned. “Suppose so.”
“Who the hell else did you sleep with?!” Sanji demanded.
“Well, Hiyori, of course,” said Brook.
“Raki,” said Nami.
“Perona,” said Luffy.
“Carrot,” said Robin.
Sanji’s jaw dropped. “You’ve…got to be kidding me….”
Zoro narrowed his eyes. “You people keeping tabs on me or something?”
“You aren’t DENYING it?!” Sanji yelled.
Zoro sighed. “Look, they were all consenting adults; what does it matter?”
“Well, most of them,” Robin said with a wry grin.
“The hell do you mean?” Zoro asked.
“Carrot?” Robin responded.
“What about her? She was eighteen.”
Robin snorted. “Oh, she absolutely was not. She wasn’t a day over sixteen.”
Zoro paled. “She…she never said…wait, how do you know?”
“Because I asked her, kenshi-san. Did you?”
“I….well….no. I just…assumed….”
“You most certainly did.”
“I…she….”
Robin laughed. “She seemed rather pleased by the whole situation though, wouldn’t you say? I’m sure she was fine.”
“She…with the….what….”
Robin took a sip of red wine. “I needed something out of the hold that afternoon.”
“Shit. You saw us?”
“Indeed.”
“When we were….”
“When she was bent over a barrel, panting your name? Yes, I’m afraid so.”
Zoro’s face turned red.
“Ah, now who’s the emotional one, swordsman?”
“Woman….you….” Zoro scrubbed a hand over his face. “You know what? Whatever. I’m a grown-ass adult. I have sex. Get over it.”
Robin chuckled. “Have you heard me judging you for it? I imagine most of us…scratch an itch when necessary, if I may be vulgar about it.”
Sanji paled. “Robin?”
“Mmm?”
“You….you….I…what?”
Robin glanced at Zoro and shrugged. “I what?”
Sanji glanced between Robin and Zoro. “Oh my gods. No. Absolutely not. Robin-chan, you wouldn’t….”
Robin laughed softly. “Oh for heavens sake. I’m not half as…busy as our swordsman here. I’ve been with all of three men since I’ve joined the crew. It’s not like I’m being promiscuous.”
Sanji’s already pale face went a lighter shade of white. “Three….three…men?”
Robin nodded and sipped her wine again. “Two if you don’t count a one-night stand.”
“A…a one….one-night…stand?”
“Are you alright, Sanji?”
“Yeah, I…I’m just…you know, having a STROKE,” Sanji muttered. “Who? Wait, do I want to know who? Gods, I…I don’t think I….gods dammit….who?”
Robin raised an eyebrow. “I’m confused. Do you or don’t you want to know?”
“I want to know.” Sanji steeled himself. “I’m ready.”
Robin’s smile turned amused. “All right. Chronologically, Shanks, Ace, and Law.”
Luffy perked up. “Oh, that’s kinda cool.”
Sanji was trembling.
“Cool? You think that’s cool?” Asked Usopp.
“Yeah. My mentor, my brother, and my cousin.”
Robin smiled. “Actually, I never thought of it that way. I suppose you’re right. Interesting.”
Zoro scoffed. “Well, you do have a type, don’t you, woman?”
“And you don’t?”
Zoro rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”
Sanji was beginning to recover. “And….and which one was…the…one night…stand?”
“Shanks. We had that beach party in Anguilla Bay?”
Sanji nodded, gritting his teeth.
“We were both drunk. He was quite gentlemanly about it. Sent flowers afterwards, actually.”
“Shanks.”
“Yes.”
“Shanks sent you flowers.”
“He did.” Robin smiled softly at the memory.
“Gods.”
Nami met Robin’s eyes. “That’s…almost romantic.”
Robin laughed softly. “Almost.”
“What was Ace like?” Nami asked.
“Energetic.”
Sanji choked again.
“Ace was…nothing of substance, really. We met up a few times when our paths crossed. It was just for fun. Neither had any expectations, not of each other and not of exclusivity.” Robin shrugged. “An…enjoyable diversion.”
“And Law?”
Robin sighed. “Law was…different. He’s sweet. Understanding. But he doesn’t know what he wants. And I was rather tired of waiting in the wings for him to make up his mind. There was a bit too much of his past still tied to him. Too many places in his soul he couldn’t turn the lights on and look at. Or perhaps we both had too much baggage. Either way, he’s quite a…generous lover. Attentive.” Robin smiled. “Thorough.”
“Oh?” Nami asked, a glint in her eye. “HOW thorough?”
Robin smiled mysteriously.
“Yohohohohoi,” laughed Brook. “That devil!”
“Anyway,” Sanji groaned, scrubbing his hand across his face. “Now that I am…COMPLETELY traumatized, weren’t we hearing Usopp’s story?”
Usopp blanched. “Uh….I…uh….um…..”
All faces turned toward him.
“I….”
“Usopp,” Robin said gently, resting her chin in her hand, elbow on the table. “Are you a virgin?”
Usopp’s eyes went wide. “No!” he thundered. “No, I….I mean….I guess…it depends on what you count as….uh….”
Zoro huffed. “The left-handed stranger don’t count, kid.”
Usopp swallowed hard. “Well, I….”
“So you are?” Robin asked.
“I…um….I….” Usopp paused. “Yes,” he said in a small voice.
“May I ask why?”
“Why what?”
“Why you’re a virgin?”
“Oh….like…a…reason?”
“Mmm-hmm. Personal beliefs or lack of desire or….?”
“No, no, it’s not that,” Usopp stuttered. “It’s…I mean….”
The crew waited.
“I don’t….like….” Usopp gathered his courage. “Girls are…hard to talk to.”
Zoro furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
“What do I mean?! Like…what if they…what if they laugh at me? Or they don’t…like me? Or…or what if…what if….?”
Zoro rolled his eyes. “News for you, sniper king: girls are humans. If you can talk to humans, you can talk to girls. It’s not that hard.”
“Yeah, but what do….I mean…” Usopp squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “Okay. Zoro.”
“What?”
“You’ve gotten…lots of girls.”
Zoro grunted.
“How do you…like, what do you say?”
“What do I say? I just…” Zoro shrugged. “You just talk to them. Be confident. Gauge their interest. Take it from there.”
“So you just walk up to some girl…some…woman…and say, ‘hi I’m Zoro, do you want to go have sex?’”
Zoro rolled his eyes. “Well, I sure as hell don’t say THAT.”
“Well, what do you SAY?”
Zoro shrugged. “Say hi. Get their attention. They’ll let you know what they want if you take the time to notice.”
“What if they aren’t interested?”
“Then they aren’t interested.”
“Girls are probably NEVER not interested in YOU, though…”
“Eh. You might be surprised. I’ve been shot down more than enough times.”
“What do you do?”
“Depends. If she’s just not…receptive to what I’m doing at the moment, I might pivot. Try a different tack. If she’s not interested period, you wish her a pleasant night and move on.”
“How can you tell?”
“How can I tell? What, that she’s not interested? It’ll be in how she acts. How she talks. Where she’s looking. Body language. Doesn’t take a genius.”
Usopp shook his head. “I still don’t know how you….like…what do you…do though?”
Zoro sighed and shook his head. “There isn’t a script or something.”
Robin smiled taking pity on Usopp. “Try. Right now.”
“Huh?”
“Pretend you’ve seen me at a bar or a café or something like that and you’re interested in making a move. Give me your best line.” Robin sipped her wine, eyes on Usopp.
Usopp’s eyes widened. “O-okay. I….I guess I could…try.” He walked timidly up to Robin and rapped his knuckles lightly on the table. “Hey…uh…pretty lady? I…did I ever tell you about the time I…uh…defeated the kung-fu dugong army?”
Franky spat beer laughing so hard. “Well first off, ya don’t say THAT.”
“Well, that’s the problem! What do I say??”
Robin glanced at Zoro. “Kenshi-san?”
Zoro grunted, meeting her eyes.
“Would you mind terribly?”
“Would I mind what?”
“Show him how to do this?”
Zoro regarded her impassively. “What, pretend I’m trying to pick you up?”
“Yes, if you would be so kind.”
Zoro sighed. “Yeah, whatever. I guess.”
Usopp took a step back and watched, biting his lip, fidgety. Zoro’s eyes slid over Robin, then a small smile tugged at his lips. He sauntered over to her and leaned with his back to the rail, obliquely to her. He nodded at her. “Drinkin’ alone?”
Robin glanced at him, taking another sip and playing along. “Perhaps.”
“Hmm.”
Robin raised an eyebrow.
“Only two reasons I can think of for a woman like you to be here by yourself.”
“Oh?”
“Either you feel like losing yourself in a crowd or….”
“Or?”
“Or you’re bored.”
“Am I?”
Zoro’s smile grew into a cocky grin. “Which makes me curious.”
“Does it? Curious about what?”
“Curious about what kind of man lets a woman like you get bored.”
“Are you suggesting you could do better?”
Zoro cocked an eyebrow, his smile widening. He pushed away from the rail, pulled a few berries from his wallet and left them at her table, enough to cover her drink with a tip, met her eyes for a moment, and walked away.
Robin leaned back in her chair to watch him go, finding herself beginning to echo his grin.
“What the FUCK?” Sanji’s voice was full of equal parts surprise and indignation. “That…you….for gods sakes, what the hell was that?”
“And then you just LEAVE?” Usopp demanded.
Zoro furrowed his brow at Usopp. “Well…sort of. I’d leave the bar and just…wait outside the door for a bit. If she’s interested, she’ll follow. If she isn’t, she won’t. But, in this situation…” Zoro glanced at Robin and winked. “She’s interested.”
Usopp looked at Robin, slack-jawed. “You’d…if that was real, you’d follow him?”
Robin looked Zoro up and down, a soft smile still on her face. “You know, I do believe I would.”
“Unbelievable,” Sanji grumbled.
“Damn…Zoro’s got moves,” Franky laughed.
“Yeah but..once she’s outside with you, what would you do then?” Usopp demanded.
Zoro looked at Usopp. “That depends on her. If she seems…unsure, then maybe I suggest a stroll to a coffeeshop or something. Or if she’s the type who needs a little more thawing, maybe find a park bench and admire the night. Whatever.”
“In this situation?”
Zoro grinned. “In this situation? She’s ready for more. I’d go for a kiss. See how she responds. Gotta be ready to switch it up if I misread it, but…I didn’t misread it.”
Robin laughed softly, standing to join him. “So, I’ve followed you out? Shall we continue our little demonstration for Usopp?”
Zoro smiled, falling back into the role. “Hey,” he said, voice softer this time.
“Hey,” Robin responded, a twinkle in her eye.
Zoro reached out a hand toward her and Robin stepped closer. Zoro slipped his hand around her waist, watching her face to see her reaction. She slowed, but didn’t pull away. Zoro turned, repositioning them slightly, and in a moment, she was quite nearly against the cabin wall. She met his eyes with a glimmer of equal parts excitement and uncertainty. Zoro met her gaze steadily, his other hand tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Still bored?” he murmured.
“Not especially,” Robin responded softly.
“Then let’s keep it that way,” Zoro breathed, closing the distance, his hand still alongside her cheek as he watched her eyes for another moment before dipping his head, first brushing his lips against hers, pulling back for a beat, seeing the flush in her cheeks, feeling the tension in her body, but not feeling any indication of her pulling away. He ducked his head again and kissed her, his touch tender at first. When she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, he deepened the kiss, his arm tightening around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His hand at her cheek migrated back to tangle in her hair. When he felt her breath hitch, he pulled away just enough to meet her eyes. “You okay?” he murmured.
Robin smiled in response.
Zoro grinned back and stepped away from Robin to face Usopp. “Like that. That’s all. It’s not hard.”
Usopp, Sanji, Franky, and Brook all sat slack-jawed. Jinbe harumphed. Luffy had gone back to playing with the cricket.
“Well, what if…what if….what if you…if you went to…to kiss her and she didn’t…like, what if she didn’t want it?” Usopp stuttered.
Zoro shrugged. “Go with it. Pivot.”
“Pivot.”
“Yeah.”
“Pivot?”
Zoro sighed. He turned to Robin. “Okay by you?”
She smiled. “Sure.”
Zoro leaned in to kiss her, and this time she pulled away slightly, tensing and turning her head. Zoro stopped. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Got carried away.” He took a step back, a soft smile playing on his lips and eyes. He took a deep breath and turned, leaning against the wall next to her. “Beautiful night.”
Robin exhaled and nodded. “It is.”
Zoro was quiet for a moment, looking up into the sky. “What’s your favorite?” he asked finally.
“My favorite?”
“Constellation.”
“Ah. I’ve always been partial to Cassiopeia.”
“The queen. Makes sense.”
Robin glanced at him surprised. Zoro met her eyes, his smile growing warmer. He pointed to three stars in a loose triangle. “Queen on the throne.” He glanced at her again, reaching an arm around her shoulders slowly, taking her hand in his and guiding her hand to point north. “That one’s mine,” he breathed quietly. “Draco. The dragon.” He traced the undulation of the starry lines along Draco. “See how it moves across the sky? Bringing you back to the center?” His voice stayed soft. “Wherever you are, you can follow that curve; it’s a guide. Something familiar. Reliable.” His voice softened further. He paused, his hand still guiding hers in the air. “Sorry,” he said again, stepping back slightly.
Robin turned to meet his eyes. She smiled and moved closer to him. “Don’t be,” she murmured.
“Holy fucking gods,” Sanji muttered. “What the actual fuck?”
Zoro laughed. “It’s not rocket science for gods sake. What, don’t you know how to interest a woman? Thought you of all people…”
Usopp looked stunned. “And if she…” he gulped hard. “If she still wasn’t interested?”
Zoro shrugged. “At that point? If she wasn’t, I’d offer to walk her wherever she wanted to go, make sure she got home or wherever safely, wish her a pleasant night, and be on my way. Nothing to gain by being a dick about it.”
Usopp looked at Robin. “So…would that…would that have worked? Like…would you be…”
Robin quirked an eyebrow. “Yes, I believe that would have worked.”
“What then?” Usopp asked Zoro.
Zoro grunted. “Hold her hand, probably. Walk to the nearest inn. Pay for a room.”
Sanji spluttered. “You’d have met her fifteen minutes ago!”
“So? What’s your point?”
“My…my point is…a lady should be…wooed!”
“Yeah. That’s what that was. Wooing her. Or whatever.”
“I….you…she—”
“Look, if it’s any consolation, if she responded like that to the kiss, I probably wouldn’t be taking her to an inn. Maybe, maybe not.”
“Well what would you be—” Sanji froze.
Robin grinned at Zoro. “In the West Blue, they call that a wallbanger.”
Zoro laughed aloud. “Yeah. Might be a universal name.”
“You would NOT,” Sanji insisted.
Zoro rolled his eyes. “Why the hell wouldn’t I?”
“She’s a LADY!”
“Well…yeah? I’m not out here picking up men…”
“That’s…that’s not what I….” Sanji stuttered. “Robin-chan, Nico Robin, darling, you…you wouldn’t….”
Robin shrugged. “Honestly? If he was that smooth in a real situation? I probably would.” She looked Zoro in the eyes, her smile broadening. “Yes. Yes, I believe I would.”
Zoro’s grin turned wolfish. “Oh you would, would you?”
“Mmmm.”
He took a step closer. “Wanna define that ‘mmm’ for me, woman?”
“I don’t believe I need to, swordsman.”
Zoro kept his eyes on hers for another moment. Robin took another step toward him, closing the distance and slipped her arms back around his shoulders. Zoro grinned rakishly and cupped her cheek with one hand, his fingers burying themselves in her hair. Robin kept her eyes on his until he ducked his head just enough to press a hard, feral kiss to her waiting lips. Robin tightened her grip, sighing into the kiss. Zoro’s other hand drifted up her side, migrating slowly from her waist, up her ribs, and back down again. Robin made a little needy sound, and Zoro tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Robin broke away from the kiss, inhaling hungrily. Zoro turned his head and kissed her neck. Robin closed her eyes and relaxed into his touch, tilting her head to give him more room.
Usopp and Sanji stood frozen, but Brook turned to Franky, clinking his wine glass against Franky’s beer stein. They grinned at each other, both leaning back in their chairs to enjoy the show.
Zoro’s hands slipped further down to her thighs, his hands tightening around her. Robin moaned softly, turning her head to nip at his earlobe. Zoro groaned. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured. “Say the word.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Robin whispered.
Zoro growled low and hoisted her up, boosting her against the wall. Robin laughed delightedly and tightened her grip around his neck and shoulders, giving herself leverage while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Zoro pressed close to her, kissing her shoulder and collarbone greedily. Robin let her eyes drift shut again. “Robin,” Zoro whispered. She opened her eyes. His right hand drifted between them and, after a moment, she gasped at his touch. He kept his eyes on her, judging her reaction. Robin, breathless, nodded. Zoro grinned and moved his hand again. Robin squeezed her eyes shut, tilting her head back against the wall, biting her lip to keep from crying out. “Eyes on me,” Zoro whispered. Robin’s eyes snapped open and she met his, her cheeks flush, lips parted as she fastened her gaze on him. Zoro’s hand moved with more urgency and Robin’s breath came faster, her pupils dilated. “Gods, woman,” Zoro murmured. Robin was breathing hard now, Zoro’s face inches from hers, and with a sudden hitch and a shudder, Robin cried out, tightening her arms around him, arching her back. “Fuck…Robin,” Zoro groaned. Robin ducked her head down and captured his lips with a greedy kiss; Zoro returned the kiss hungrily, his hand moving again to his own fly, fumbling a moment, and then Robin was gasping, his name on her lips as he began to move in her.
“Zoro…oh gods….oh gods….” She whimpered.
Zoro deepened his stroke and Robin jerked against him, crying out, one hand shifting to grip his hair. “Oh my gods….” She moaned. “Oh my gods, yes….oh gods…Zoro…Zoro….”
Zoro growled against her as Brook and Franky exchanged a glance. Brook raised his wine glass in toast to the lovers as their passion became more frenzied against the cabin wall. Sanji had long escaped, florid and horrified. Nami hummed evaluatively as she reached over to cover Chopper's eyes.
Zoro’s hand moved between them again and Robin froze a moment, muscles contracting before crying out loudly, “Oh my fuck, Zoro….oh….oh please….please don’t…don’t stop…..” She was breathless, and as he continued his rough movements, her breath hitched and she nearly sobbed when her whole body seized with pleasure, clenching around him, pressing herself against him, his name on her lips. Zoro thrust once more, moaning with his own release and holding her there against the wall, his forehead pressed against her shoulder for a few moments before he slowly let her down, panting.
“Holy fucking gods,” he murmured, his lips grazing her temple.
Robin kept her arms around his neck and leaned her head weakly against him.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
Robin met his eyes, cheeks pink, hair tousled. She swallowed hard. “I’m…I….”
“Robin?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She smiled and kissed him. “You didn’t hurt me,” she whispered. “I am…very, very okay. Are you?”
Zoro scoffed. “Fuck yes, I’m okay.”
Robin grinned and traced his cheek with her fingertips. “That was…quite a demonstration, kenshi-san.”
Zoro chuckled low. “Yeah.”
“May need to repeat that sometime. You know. For Usopp’s research.”
Zoro laughed at that. “Fuck Usopp.”
“Now what kind of attitude is that?” Robin murmured playfully. “Don’t ‘fuck Usopp,’ kenshi-san.”
Zoro nuzzled against her neck. “No?”
“No. If you’re fucking anybody around here, I’d much rather it be me.”
Zoro froze a moment, then a wide grin broke across his face. “Yes, ma’am.”