Quite the Experience
AN: I own nothing in this story. This is for Pumpkin Zucchini. Please R&R.
Crocodile was tired of meetings and papers.
Running an extensive criminal syndicate like Baroque Works took a lot out of a man, even a Logia like him.
No, what Crocodile wanted now was rest, preferably in a comfy bed and with the woman currently manning her station outside his office.
She greeted him, as always, with an enigmatic smile.
Opening the double doors, Crocodile turned to her.
"I don't want to be disturbed and cancel the rest of my meetings for the day, understood?"
Ms. All Sunday nodded, a pair of disembodied hands taking care of the work for her.
"Will there be anything else?"
"Not unless you'd care to join me," Crocodile said.
Crocodile half expected her to simply leave right there but she surprised him yet again by nodding slightly.
"It would be quite the experience."
The first thing that met Crocodile's gaze when he burst the door of his office open was a mound of paper covering his desk. With a wave of his hand a storm of sand sent them fluttering every which way. Turning his attention back to his right hand woman, desire lit up his eyes at her disrobed body.
Her smile was now a knowing grin and a pair of hands drew him towards her, a few more taking his coat and shirt off while a pair of fingers teased at the button of his pants.
"Nico...Rob-" but Robin placed her right hand on his mouth, shaking her head back and forth.
"Here I'm Miss All Sunday, remember? And she is quite different from who I really am. Now lay on your desk."
Doing as she said, Crocodile watched as she banished her extra hands and lay on top of him, kissing along his muscular body.
This woman was truly unique, Crocodile thought to himself. He was glad he had found her all those years ago.
Still something was off. She had always spurned his advances before, deflecting them with a smile or a narrowing of the eyes.
Why was she so amiable now?
But then she raked her fingernails down his back and meshed her soft lips to his own and any concerns he had vanished like an Alabastan mirage.
Poke. Poke.
"What the deuce is up with him?" Mr. 2 Bon Clay screeched, poking Crocodile's slumbering form a few more times.
The most feared man in Alabasta even had drool escaping his half opened mouth!
Ms. All Sunday spared a glance at her boss, an enigmatic smile on her face.
"Not enough sleep can do strange things to a person, Okama-kun." The woman left then, off to do who knows what.
Bon Clay shuddered a little at how creepy she was before returning his attention to Crocodile, not noticing the pink mark along Ms. All Sunday's collarbone as she walked away.
"A most interesting experience indeed," Robin said quietly, her smile brighter than before.