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Late Night Escapades

"He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall."
― Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus

"We should stop this..." She whispered, letting out a breathy moan as her lover's lips brush against her neck and nicked her skin slightly.

Zoro just simply glanced up at her and met her mesmerizing eyes for a second before speaking. "What did you say?"

"Stop this." She repeated, finding it hard to speak as she was trapped in his heated gaze.

The swordsman just gave her his signature devilish smirk before leaning in and capturing her lips in a slow passionate kiss. She responded on instinct - her succulent body pressing against his muscular build as if the proximity they were in could get any closer.

Never had she felt like that other than being in this man's arms, so wanton and needy. He basically turned her into a puddle of lust and had her returning his passion with equal fervor. When they had first did it, it scared her. Now, she craved it.

She would have been embarrassed had it not been from his arousal pressing against her, which showed that he was affected by her presence too.

He let out a low groan as she tugged onto his hair, rubbing her flesh against his sensitive manhood. He had missed this - the intimacy, the flame of their lust that hadn't disappeared even after two years. The fact that they were acting like savage animals, unable to keep their hands off one another only served that the flame had burned brighter.

When he first saw her again after two years, he could barely hide the fact that he was gawking. She had developed even more, her curves more prominent and the provocative clothes that accentuated her shape were not helping. It left nothing to imagination and it brought up some pretty heated sessions they use to have.

It was certainly painful to harbor a hard-on till it was nighttime, he had learnt today, despite the fact that they were underwater would demand them to be on high alert for even more dangerous threats that could burst their bubble.

Both literal and metaphorically speaking of course.

"What if something were to happen? We're suppose to be on guard." She whispered against his lips, her emotions laid bare for him to gaze at. Nico Robin was a truly beautiful woman and he couldn't believe that he detested her presence when they had first met. He shook his head, knowing that he had almost let what they had go.

She was his personal definition of a siren; her infuriating ways and default amused look laced with dark humor that certainly sent people into panic many times. The title 'Devil Child' certainly fit her, from the way she could drive people to an early grave.

"Love-" He moved to unzip her top- "Even if you were on duty alone, you'd be reading and just say some snarky line about how we might die when crisis strikes so I don't want to hearing you complaining. It's the only time for you and me."

He emphasized before he did a quick work of allowing himself to be re-accustomed to her taste. His tongue flicked out to lick her hard nipples while his other hand massage her other breast, showing it equal love. In between his ministrations, his other hand roamed downward, leaving a trail of goosebumps down her back and squeezed her ass.

The Historian jumped slightly, making the green-haired chuckle. Robin gave him a playful glare, although she tried to fight a smile. Her fingers roamed the well defined planes of his chest and the scar that stretched diagonally from his left shoulder down to his right hip before she moved to grip his muscled back and whispering his name along with a few choice words in a hoarse voice as he pleasured her.

"Robin..." He murmured as he pushed her onto the matted floor, untying her sari skirt, his eyes raking her naked form. "Well this is certainly less of a handful than your previous outfits..." He laughed softly, leaning down and giving her a kiss while interlacing their fingers together.

"Whatever do you mean, ?" She rose her eyebrows in mock anger. "Are you suggesting I wear horrible clothes?"

He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "I just prefer easy access so I can get down to pleasing you."

"Well you're certainly not keeping to your promise, she gestured, knowing that her eyes had darkened further from the overwhelming lust she was feeling. "Aren't you still half-dressed?"

As she said that, she reached towards the red sash that held had held his swords, that now leaned against the wall.

"Desperate, aren't we?" He quirked an eyebrow, undoing his sash tortuously slowly, watching the older woman gulp slightly as he pulled the long green coat and haramaki over his head, revealing more skin to her searching eyes.

Robin hated to deny that he was a handsome specimen of a male. He had grown in height that almost rivaled hers and his physique had certainly gotten so much better. Unable to help herself, her hands moved towards the waistband of his trousers and underwear, tugging them down simultaneously for him with trembling fingers.

She wanted- no, she needed him this instant.

Robin shivered as she glanced at his well-endowed form between his legs. She shook herself slightly, pulling him back down and allowing his large frame to cover hers. Skin against skin, a film of sweat covering both their bodies and most notably she was dripping wet in her nether regions.

"Get on with it already." She whispered, instinctively parting her thighs. "I need you Zoro."

Zoro let out a growl, hearing her words that were very much a turn on for him, for she desired him when men would willing fall to her feet just to be with her for a night. He let out a moan as he entered her with a liquid thrust.

Robin hissed, wondering if he had gotten bigger or had the two years of celibacy made her tighter. She could barely think of anyone filling her up so much that it hurt to be stretched like that. She whimpered slightly, trying to get to the sensation as her fingernails dug deeper into his skin.

He looked at her for confirmation and she just gritted her teeth and nodded before she slammed her lips against his, knowing that the following moans would be really hard to hide since she knew that she wouldn't last long.

His grip became brutal and he held onto her before pulling out and thrusting into her hard. It felt so amazing that Robin didn't give a damn what sounds were coming out from her mouth. Her looks were the least of her concern, even if her hair was just spread around her in a disarray or the fact that her breasts were just bouncing up and down, under his lustful gaze, it disappeared. All that mattered was the pleasure that she was giving and receiving and the rest of the world could be damned to Hell.

The main top room was alive with noise- Zoro's painful grunts, her cries that were muffled by her fist and the sound of skin slapping against one another. It amazed her on how deep he was reaching and she quickly lost herself in the sensation and moving her hips to follow the rhythm that they had set up.

"I think I'm going to come." His face contorted into a frown as he thrusted deep and hard into her, making his hard flesh connect with hers.

"Just do it. Don't hold back." She begged between breaths, and on affirmation, he thrusted into her even faster, scrunching his face as he reached his climax.

His final thrust brought him against a delicious spot inside her and making her scream out a hoarse cry as her orgasm washed over her. It was violent and... mind blowing, from the lack of better words, that it took her breath away and left her boneless and immobile from the experience.

Zoro slumped against his lover, breathing heavily and yet careful not to place too much weight on her. He didn't want to crush her and he had an inkling that even if he was all muscle, he wasn't the lightest feather of the brood.

Comfortable silence took over the room as they recovered from their passionate session. The swordsman glanced out of the window, seeing that everything was still calm and pitch black with not a hint of danger.

"So," His smirk making an appearance again, the kind that made her know that he was up to something dirty. "Do you think there's time for a round two?"

She let out a peal of laughter as she felt his manhood stir before giving him a devious smile.

"We can compromise."

This is my first One Piece fanfiction of my fantasies of Robin and Zoro. I swear, I blushed the entire time I wrote this. I've loved this anime for 8 years and you can tell I'm late in being inspired to write something. I hope you've enjoyed and tell me:

Would you like another? ;)

P.S. To those that started shipping Robin and Zoro...

Welcome Aboard :D