It's my first story, but don't be afraid to flame. Although concrit would be preferrable.
She lay on on top of him, her back pressed against his bare chest. His chin rested on the top of her head and his hand absentmindedly roamed her body like a hungry animal. The air was heavy will the smell of cigarettes with only the faintest traces of wilting flowers breaking through the haze. Her hands were on the rumpled sheets of the bed they lay upon, fingers twitching ever so subtly. The room rocked gently with the ship's movement, the only source of light a blade-thin ray of sun reaching through the curtains.
"Nico Robin…" Crocodile rumbled, tilting her chin back with one calloused finger to kiss her forehead. "My Robin..."
Robin remained silent. She wondered where the rest of the crew was. She wondered if they were trying to find her. She wondered if they had survived the surprise attack. Crocodile raised his hook and traced loops over her bare stomach, the tip barely scratching skin.
Crocodile's hand rose past Robin's breast and brushed the asterisk scar just below her collarbone; the scar that had come from the stab wound Crocodile had delivered to her back in the Royal Tomb. Robin involuntarily shuddered as he fingered the pale scar the way a beast would paw at its prey before snapping its neck. She couldn't see his face, but she knew he was grinning that smarmy grin she had grown to hate over the years.
"You know I'm sorry." Crocodile whispered, his fingers never leaving the scar.
Lies.
Robin closed her eyes. "I know." She could feel him smile into her hair as he drank in her scent.
"I love you."
Lies.
"I know."
It was all nothing but lies. Yet Crocodile continued to hold up the ridiculous charade. Robin knew a lot of things, but she didn't know why he decided to keep her alive. She grimly imagined that Crocodile wanted to keep her as his own plaything, nothing more than a toy or a tool, a position not much different from the one she held in Baroque Works. He would probably kill her later after he had his fill.
Robin didn't move as Crocodile flipped over so he was on top of her, his weight nearly crushing her delicate frame. He aggressively kissed her neck, teeth scraping skin, later moving up to her lips. Robin tried her best not to shudder lest she anger him. She knew better than to disturb a beast while it was feeding. It was probably the most idiotic thing any human being could do. So Robin did nothing as Crocodile explored her bare skin with his hand and mouth ravenously while his ice cold hook threateningly rubbed against her side, daring her to make a sudden move.
"I love you, Nico Robin…" Crocodile whispered as he kissed her with manipulative passion.
Lies.
"I know."