AN: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda!

This is a request written for RoZo Forever 1 & 2! ^_^ Hope you enjoy this! I'm not sure how I've done...not the first cheating I've written, but definitely the hardest! This story involves adult scenes and language. Oh, and this is an AU!

Chapter One – The Last Morning

Robin smiled pleasantly across the table at her husband as they sat down to breakfast. It would be their last breakfast together for couple of weeks since Zoro would be being dragged around on tour again, and of course she just couldn't get the time off work. It wasn't the first time this had happened and it wouldn't be the last. Not that Robin minded being left on her own for a few weeks, in fact she was almost looked forward to it. To make things even better, not only did their separation mean some time to herself, but it had meant they'd made good use of last night.

They'd had a home cooked meal of perfectly rare steak with boiled potatoes and steamed fresh vegetables. For desert, they'd had some mint chocolate chip ice cream with a bitter dark chocolate sauce, which had gotten a little messy when Zoro had spilled some down his shirt. Of course, what's a better idea than to take your ice cream covered shirt off? The champagne may have helped move things along as well, but they never really needed an excuse. Most of the time, however, they did just enjoy lying in each other's arms. It had taken them a long time to get where they were, and they were happy.

Zoro smirked back at her before stretching his arms out as he yawned. They had been up rather late, hadn't they? In fact, Robin was pretty sure it had been at least four before they attempted to sleep, having read Zoro's alarm clock as she'd snuggled into his warm, slightly sweat covered, chest. He was always so comfy to wrap around, making it easy to just drift off – which was handy considering how quickly her husband had a habit of falling asleep. He could sleep anywhere, which was of course adorable, but ever so slightly problematic when he fell asleep along the couch and she couldn't wake him.

Robin passed him some coffee, admiring the view of her still shirtless husband. She had a hunch he was intentionally showing off. She did love when he was being so playful. She just wished he'd be like this at times that were a little more useful – being 'playful' when he was about to leave wasn't helpful, and while their friends were around wasn't exactly great either. All that would happen is that he'd end up grumpy at the fact she was ignoring him, and she'd end up apologising to them for him being rude. Although, she knew she was part of the problem considering how much she loved teasing him. Teasing him lead to him being adorable, which embarrassed him. Which was fine, when they were alone.

"So, how long before your lift arrives?" Robin asked, taking a delicate bite of her scrambled eggs and toast as she glanced at the clock.

"I've got about an hour, so I'll have a quick shower before I leave – can't have the Witch ripping my ear off because of last night." He smirked back, reaching across the table to pull her into a gentle kiss.

Robin accepted the kiss happily, momentarily wishing once again that he wasn't going. She could manage two weeks, and it wasn't as if she was going to be completely alone. She had her usual weekly visitor to look forward to, and most of her friends would still be in town. She would be working ten of the days that he was gone, her visitor would be present on two of the other days, and she could spend her nights reading in peace, even without her husband training or napping in the middle of their living room.

"Hmmm, then you should maybe go for that now before I stop you." Robin purred as she broke away, only for Zoro to steal another kiss before taking her advice.

Robin watched out the window as her husband of two years climbed into a waiting taxi with their orange haired female friend. Nami had once again dragged him off on tour to pay her back the money he owed her. He was determined that Robin wouldn't help him pay their friend back. He'd brought the debt into their marriage, and he was going to be the one to pay it off. Thankfully, she earned enough to pay the bills and put food on the table, but when Zoro finally finished paying Nami back, they'd be living a life of luxury. Obviously Robin didn't mind – she hadn't married him for his money.

Robin sighed, lifting her bag from her office floor as she stood up. It had been a long week, but tomorrow was finally Saturday. She hadn't yet told her 'friend' that her husband was away, but it had only been five days and she had been working. It wasn't as if they could have met up any earlier, not that she needed to. She never needed to, she just...well, the man was intriguing.

She'd went out for a drink one night while Zoro had been away, and that had been when she'd met him. She'd been sitting quietly at the bar with her latest book on the history of the Guinavie people, listening to the quiet tinkling of the afro-haired man's fingers on the keys of the piano in the distance. She had only vaguely been aware of the group of people sitting down next to her as she reached the midpoint of a chapter, but then he'd started to speak.

She tuned her attention onto him, pretending to be solely focused on her book as she eavesdropped on their conversation. He was being incredibly enthusiastic about some plans he'd drawn up. Plans for what? Was he an engineer of some sort? Maybe an architect? She slowly lowered her book slightly, looking towards him out the corner of her eye. He was talking about some sort of new material now? She'd rarely seen anyone so enthusiastic about something, let alone some design or the materials they wanted to use for it. Normally, the person sounded annoyingly smug in these situations, but this man...seemed almost...childlike in his excitement.

The man must have been well over six foot tall, and the broad shoulders of a rugby player – make that two rugby players. He was sitting two seats away from her with a woman on each arm, surrounded by laughing men. They were an odd looking bunch, but her friends were unusual, so she couldn't exactly judge them for their appearances. The man himself was wearing an open Hawaiian shirt, exposing a broad chest, covered lightly in sky-blue hair, matching the shade of his Elvis-style blue hair, showing its colour to be intriguingly natural. She glanced down and giggled. She had no idea how he'd managed to get in the door in his current apparel – he was wearing Speedos. The giant man was wearing a very small pair of Speedos.

She smiled mysteriously across at him as he happened to glance in her direction. He was definitely starting to pique her interest, and maybe she could pique his a little if he proved to be fascinating enough. She watched him smirk back at her before climbing – in his case, stepping – off of his barstool, leaving the two women who'd come in with him watching after him in confusion. The men he'd come in with started elbowing each other and grinning as he sat down on the other side of her, asking if the seat was taken. She'd calmly told him that it was not with a playful smile, and he had proceeded to introduce himself with an equally playful smirk.

"Ah, Franky – how've you been since I saw you last? My husband will be disappointed he's missed you again." Robin smiled coyly as she opened the door, just after lunch on the first Saturday of Zoro's absence.

"Oh, I've missed him again? He must be SUPER busy! What is he up to this week?" Franky smirked, waiting patiently for her to let him in – this being their usual routine in case the neighbours decided to start questioning his weekly presence.

"Ah, well, he left last Monday morning and shall be away until next Sunday, so I'm afraid I've been a little lonely this week. Would you like to come in for some coffee? Just if you have time – I know how busy you are, and I could perhaps phone my husband to let him know you were here? You could tell him whatever it is that you came here to?" Robin smiled hopefully, knowing exactly how nosy her neighbours were.

One of these times Zoro was actually going to talk to one of them, and then they'd let it slip that a 'Franky' came looking for him every Saturday. Zoro, of course, would think they were idiots since he didn't know a 'Franky', and then another neighbour would confirm it. He would then ask her about Franky, but she could play dumb. There had been a couple times in the past where he'd been suspicious of what she'd told him she'd been doing all day while he'd been at work. Usually she told him she'd been reading, then she'd pick up her book to 'continue', and occasionally she started from exactly where he'd last seen her finish. He had annoyingly good eye sight for a one-eyed man.

He'd still believe her over the neighbours though.

She stepped back into the apartment, letting the much taller man in the door. She led him through into the kitchen and clicked the kettle on, a large hand sliding seductively around onto her stomach as she did so. She smirked as she felt him start to kiss her neck as his well-practised nibble fingers started on the buttons of her white shirt. She turned her head to him as the kettle began to boil, allowing him to claim her mouth.

Robin sighed as she claimed her lunch from the busy cafeteria. Franky would be back over tomorrow, and Zoro would be home on Sunday. Franky would be fun as always, but she had no idea how Zoro would be when he got back. If he was sliced up badly, she'd have to refrain from even teasing him in case he ignored their young Doctor's advice against taking part in any physical activity. If he was tired, then he'd fall asleep along the couch, and she'd spend the night alone in the bed with him in the living room, dead to the world.

However, if he was in a good mood, she'd have to be up for a very passionate evening, even after a playful afternoon the day before. She had managed both her lover and her husband in one day a few times over the last five months, but she was sure Zoro had noticed something off about her. Maybe she hadn't sounded quite convincing enough? Maybe it was because she'd changed the bedding, like she usually did of course, but had she been obviously more tired than changing a bed and doing some laundry should have made her?

Oh well, he hadn't caught them – she didn't know what she'd do if he did. She didn't even know how he'd react. He could be furious and slice them to pieces if he still had a hold of his katanas, which would be perfectly normal considering his job. Or he could just be completely speechless. What if he just stared at her, looking completely betrayed? How would she react to him just staring at her like that? It would be easier to just be sliced up – it would be a quick, clean death with the perfect sharpness of his katanas, considering how well he took care of them, and she probably wouldn't have time to panic with his overly fast strikes. He was a particularly brilliant specimen when it came to swordsmen.

Robin groaned as Franky ran his fingertips over her sensitive skin just above her hip, searching for the zip of her skirt. She'd already had to warn him in the past about ripping her clothes, as exciting as that was. She heard the zip and felt the skirt fall to her ankles, leaving her standing in her pale blue silky underwear, to the sound of the kettle clicking. He slid a hand slowly over her briefs and down the inside of her thigh, forcing another moan to escape her as he moved his hand to allow him to slide his arm under her knees.

She heard him smirk as her feet left the cold grey slate floor tiles, her arms encircling her lover's thick neck as he lifted her up onto the counter, pushing aside the offending coffee mugs as he did so. She heard a smash as one of the mugs continued across the counter, falling over the edge and onto the floor. She didn't even have time to lecture him as he slid a finger below the top of her silky thong, teasing her unbearably as he stroked her soft skin.

She felt Franky start to slide her underwear down her legs, running his fingers down her legs tauntingly as he did. She kicked out playfully, 'forcing' him to pin her legs against the counter with his own. He started to kiss along her jaw towards her ear, making her giggle slightly as he gently blew air across the delicate skin of her neck. He was such an unbearable tease, but that's what made this all worth the risk – she would never expect this of Zoro.

She hummed happily as he gently nibbled her ear, before starting to kiss down her collarbone. She sighed as her chest broke free, one of his hands having made its way to her back without her even noticing – how could he even do that? And he could always manage her bra with one hand, most guys struggled with two? How could he be this-

"Fra-" She groaned, his lips capturing her left nipple, his tongue flicking the tip before his teeth tugged gently on the hardening peak.

She felt a finger slip between her folds, causing her to gasp as the pleasure of his tormenting pushed her closer to the edge. She whimpered as he slid his finger inside, wanting more. How was one ever going to be enough? He was moving so slow! What was he doing?! Her hands moved up his neck, her fingers entangling in his hair as he continued to assault her senses. She felt the second slip in, causing her to groan as he started to give her what she wanted from him.

She started to giggle as he threw her onto the bed, the high of her climax still affecting her as he started to climb on top of her. She'd have the kitchen to clean, but it was all worth it. She felt him position himself at her dripping entrance, moments before he thrusted deeply into her. His mouth claimed one of her breasts as they bounced freely, while one of his hands held hers against the rigid metal frame of the headboard. She was perfectly pinned under him as he held her hip with his other hand, his legs pinning hers. She could feel herself coming closer with every deliciously deep thrust, each eliciting another slightly louder moan of pleasure. She didn't know how much longer she had, but she knew she'd be ready again in minutes considering his perfectly trained mouth actions.

Robin sighed in irritation as light fell on her face. Why was he switching the light on? She was so close, and he wanted to stop now? Franky was tense over her, his entire giant mass motionless. What on earth was he doing? She knew he wasn't finished, she could feel his solid form trapped within her. He always seemed to have a limitless amount of energy for a man in his late thirties. Only Zoro seemed to rival his energy, and Zoro was certainly more passionate when it came to sex, even if Franky was the more playful.

"Robin?"

Robin tensed.

"Shit. Who the fuck is this?"

She lay there motionless, unable to say a word. She couldn't even turn her face to look at him. She couldn't even give her husband the courtesy of looking at him as she lay there in their bed, another man on top of her. What was she doing? She wasn't even sure if she regretted it, but she certainly couldn't look at him. He'd left her alone. He could have let her help him, but he was too damn proud. Now look where they were. It was as much his fault as hers. She'd had to find someone else. That wasn't her fault.

"Robin! Who the fuck is this bastard?!" Zoro roared, storming into the room.

"He-Hey, Zoro-bro...I-I-"

"'Zoro-bro'?! 'Zoro-bro'?! Get the fuck off of my wife!" Zoro yelled, hauling the giant off of the bed as if he weighed next to nothing, his monstrous strength suddenly overly obvious to the two that had moments before been enjoying themselves.

"Zoro, you're home early." Robin replied coolly, refusing to let her terror show as she lay naked on the bed, not bothering to cover herself as she began to sit up.

"Yes, I'm home early! Now who the fuck is this guy, Robin!?" Zoro exclaimed threateningly, throwing their covers over her to hide her from the other man.

"His name is Franky." Robin replied matter-of-factly.

"Well, what the fuck was 'Franky' doing on top of you in our bed!?" Zoro yelled, his red face reflecting his fury.

"You have to ask? I could have sworn you just walked in on us, so surely you already know the answer?" Robin replied, holding his gaze.

"You better have a better answer than that." Zoro replied worryingly calmly, shadow falling menacingly over his face.

"And what would be a better answer, Zoro-kun? You found us in bed completely naked." Robin replied, mirroring his sinister calm.

"I can think of plenty. A damn good example would have been that bastard forcing himself on you." Zoro replied, a bitterness to his still calm voice.

"Would you have believed me, Zoro-kun?" Robin asked, already sure of the answer.

"I'd have tried to, trust me." Zoro glared, an almost demonic aura growing around him. "It wouldn't have been bloody easy, but it would have been better than that shit you just told me."

"What, exactly, have I told you?" Robin replied, uncovering herself to step off of the bed.

"Just shut up. I've had enough of your damn mind games, Robin!" Zoro shouted, breaking the slowly rising tension.

"Then go!" Robin yelled back, pushing against his unmoving muscle, fed up of his pride, his stupid constant selfish pride that always made her so lonely.

Right...not sure how that went...but I hope you liked it :)

I'm also posting the first chapter to another story today – no lemons, and a lot less graphic...but it does involve some minor language, some adult themes and some 'minor' violence towards the end. It's called 'Three Years Apart'.

And just a little reminder for Zorobin fans, there is a poll on my profile for anyone who wants to take part! ^_^ You don't actually need to be reading the story - the sketches could technically stand on their own too! ;P