Summary: I love you
Not only for what you are
But for what I am
When I am with you - Roy Croft
Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I do not own One Piece. I wanted to own Zoro though.
The first time we made love will always be engraved in my memory.
The feel of his well-built chest and abs, his arms strong and muscled, his lips gentle but passionate in my body made me lose all shred of common sense and sanity within.
All I ever wanted was to feel him.
To feel him touch my body with his rough yet gentle hands.
To feel our body heats mingle with each other.
To taste heaven when we reach our climax.
He knew I was a virgin and so he tried to be tender with me.
I never knew that he has some kind of experience with the art of love making, he just laughs at me when I pointed it out.
But then again, I never knew he loves me.
He never knew I love him.
Not until we finished making love.
Not until I lean on his chest and he put his arms around me.
Not until he whispered THAT three-letter word I've been dying to hear since I realized I am in love with him.
Not until I told him that yes, I am also deeply in love with him.
And not until he said while looking at my eyes, with a voice laced with too much emotion, especially love and passion,
"Will you marry me?"
To which I answered with tears-filled eyes,
"Of course you baka."
Many love makings happened afterwards.
But nothing will ever compare to the first time.
And the thought of that makes me smile.
Oranges and Spades.