Chapter 1
"Hey, Sanji says lunch is ready," Zoro's voice rang through the cabin.
"Oh. I'll be right there," Robin replied.
"Alright," Zoro responded. The door closed behind him as he left the library.
Robin collapsed to the ground, clutching her chest. Her nipples pressed against the soft fabric of her shirt, and she felt a dampness between her thighs. Damn! she thought. Why did she feel like this every time she was near him? She was always calm and in control. Being on the run from the world government for most of her life had forced her to keep cool-headed in even the most intense situations. But not around him. Just the thought of that scarred but handsome face, those worn and familiar features, those strong muscles, both soft and hard at the same time, had her legs shaking and her heart pounding.
Zoro leaned against the wall, gnashing his teeth in frustration. He felt lightheaded, and there was a heavy feeling in his groin. Why did Sanji have to make him go get Robin? Every time he was near her, her lily perfume would drive him crazy. He was disgusted with himself. He knew a true swordsman wouldn't let anything distract him, but he couldn't seem to focus on anything when she was around. In fact, he almost killed himself once when he realized she was watching him lift up a boulder. He'd laughed it off with her, but inside he was burning with embarrassment and confusion.
