A/N: I do not own One Piece or any of its affiliated characters.
Oh. She was a bad bitch. A bad, bad bitch. And she knew it.
Yeah, you know what you do to me. Teasing ain't fun for long.
Zoro leaned on the dining room table and pulled at the bandana on his head with purpose, trailing the fabric seductively down his neck and chest, staring at the object of his desires. It did little to remove the sweat from his skin, more like it just moved it around.
Let me love you, honey. Let me love you…
"Shitty marimo. Give it up. That bottle's not for you," Sanji growled threateningly from behind the kitchen counter. "I took it out specially for Hancock-san." The cook sighed dreamily and went back to chopping vegetables up for dinner. "You stink, too. Take a shower before coming back in here."
Zoro shot him a glare, looked longingly at the alcohol one last time and exited the kitchen. Oh well. He still had some reps he could do to take his mind off of his forbidden love with the treasure trove of top notch wine that magically appeared every time Boa Hancock decided to visit. Zoro could swear the cook had a secret stash. Maybe he'd rope Luffy into helping him look for the good stuff later…
"Swordsman."
Dammit. Sneaking up on me like that...
Zoro turned slowly to Hancock, doing his best to show the exact level of irritation he felt when she spoke to him like a servant. She didn't seem to notice (or care) and glided over to him.
"My shoulder hurts," she said bossily. "Fix it."
"Well, you see," he started off sarcastically, "I'd LOVE to. Except, I'm busy from now until eternity. And because of you, I can't even get a decent drink around here." He turned from her and continued walking. He didn't get very far before he heard the clink of her nails on glass. His head turned to look over his shoulder and he made eye contact with the exact bottle Sanji had just denied him a few moments ago. She smirked when his eyes widened with interest.
"What about now," she purred. He bobbed his head contemplatively.
"I might be able to find room for you in my schedule."
She smiled knowingly and slipped the bottle into her cleavage, sauntering away to do whatever the hell she did in between meals. Bug Luffy. Torture the masses. Bitchy empress type things he probably wouldn't understand. Zoro rubbed at his neck and fisted the bandana as he walked towards the bath house, ditching the idea of doing more reps. He'd save his energy for later.
Hancock glanced at Zoro from across the table to see if he was watching. Luffy happily accepted any food she pushed in front of him, but Zoro knew what she was all about. And she knew he knew. She licked her lips slowly, like she actually gave a shit about how good the food was. His meal was especially interesting tonight. At least he tried to make it seem that way by keeping his gaze off of her and her stupid methods of trying to get a reaction out of him.
"Hancock-swan~ is everything here to your satisfaction," Sanji asked adoringly. Hancock simply looked at him and he skipped away, yelling about how he now felt inspiration to make something for dessert. Zoro rolled his eyes and continued eating.
"Hancock-san, I'm glad you've decided to continue consulting Zoro for your neck issues while you're with us," Chopper continued with the conversation. "I'm no match for him. Even with all my anatomy studies I've never met someone who gives a better massage than Zoro. He always does an excellent job," he finished, beaming at his best friend. Zoro grinned back.
"We only have your word on that, Chopper," Nami whined. "He never gives me a massage."
"That's because you can't afford me," Zoro said simply. "Or, more like you could, but you refuse to pay up."
"Tch. Do you know how much money you owe me, idiot? You should be begging me to let you give me massages."
"Because you're constantly overexerting yourself while you lay around and eat in between islands, right," he joked. Robin's arms sprouted around Nami to keep her from killing him.
Hancock didn't say much of anything. Just continued to lavish Luffy with attention. Zoro shrugged and reached for his water.
"Besides. I can't be blamed for all the imaginary debt you spontaneously decide to…thrust upon me," he said suggestively, glancing at Hancock as he sipped.
Oh, there it was. That glorious look of disdain she reserved only for him. It was endearing at this point in their fucked up relationship, and Zoro savored it every time he did something that irked her enough to give it to him in public. Robin chuckled at their silent communication. Usopp and Franky looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Brook laughed and was punched by both of them when he attempted to make a skull joke. Nami sighed, shook her head and began gathering empty plates to take to Sanji.
Everybody suspected what really went down in the sick room every time Hancock mysteriously developed an "injury" and needed Zoro to "fix it". Except Luffy, Sanji and Chopper of course, and it was kept that way when Nami conveniently declared a night on the town whenever the snake princess needed a massage. There was probably some behind the scenes money exchange there.
Zoro put his glass down and got up from the table, going back to ignoring Hancock's attention seeking behavior. She'd just have to wait until later.
He casually reached over her shoulder for a plate, going out of his way to brush against the exposed skin of her left breast as he did so. He felt her shiver and noticed her thighs rubbing together impatiently under the table. He let his lips pause at her ear teasingly.
"Hope everything was to your satisfaction," he whispered gruffly, knowing it hadn't been.
"You're a real piece of work," Hancock spat angrily at Zoro, removing her dress. He watched from his place on the floor, every once in awhile taking a swig from the bottle she'd brought him.
This stuff really isn't that great.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied nonchalantly. They stared into each others eyes when the dress fabric fell completely to the floor, her flawless body glowing in the dim light of the room. He lifted the bottle slowly to his lips, watching her slither over and crouch so she was at eye level with him. She was still frustrated with the inhuman amount of control he had over his emotions, which was what he wanted. Hancock was best when she was good and hot and lusty.
"Stupid swordsman," she whispered, tugging the bottle from his lips and replacing it with her mouth. He allowed her to sample what she'd brought him as "payment", some of it dripping down his chin and neck. She pulled away and dropped her head to lick up the trail it made. He rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes.
"You should give me better names considering how nice I am to you," he said, ignoring her growling when he pushed her face away and stood up to move the bed to the middle of the floor. "Lie down."
"Carry me," she ordered, the back of her hand flailing to her forehead dramatically. "I think I sprained my ankle on the way here."
Zoro's usable eye softened slightly. She knew he was a sucker for the damsel in distress routine. Also, her splayed legs gave him a nice view of…
He sighed, walking back over to her. She watched him the whole time, eyelids hooded and sexy. He bent down and she embraced him, moaning softly in anticipation of what was coming. It was hard to pretend to be indifferent to her, especially when she was practically throwing herself at him. But he secretly enjoyed their foreplay. And since the ship was a hard place to be alone in, they tried to take full advantage of every opportunity.
"Do you realize how convenient it is that you get horny every time we reach an island?" He asked sarcastically, placing his hands under her ass and neck respectively and lifting her into his arms. Her long hair barely left the ground.
"Do you realize how little I appreciate your smartass commentary?" She replied with a glare. He smirked and set her gently on the bed.
"I'm just saying. It's nice that you're so courteous of everyone else on the ship," he pressed a kiss to her shoulder as she positioned herself face down, "even if it means going without for awhile."
She pressed her face to the pillow, trying to hide her slight blush at his disguised praise. "As if I could partake in such vulgar activity with everyone else around." His boots traveled across the floor again to pick up the bottle. He came back and sat on the bed beside her, using one hand to drink and the other to gently massage her neck.
"So you actually did something to it this time, huh?"
"It hurts…when you go lower…" She said a little pained, gripping the thin sheet. Zoro finished off the bottle and set it on Chopper's desk.
"I know. I can feel it. You fucked up your trapezius. Probably slept on it wrong." He rubbed his hands together so they wouldn't be cold when he touched her.
"Well, the makeshift piece of trash your shipwright threw together and called my bed might have something to do with that," she mumbled into the pillow, humming with pleasure when his hands made contact with her skin.
"Well, I think you're a spoiled fuckin' brat and should be grateful we even put up with you and your bullshit. We should just make you sleep on the floor," he retorted. He moved one knee onto the bed so he could get better leverage. His hands kneaded mercilessly at her back, powerful fingers expertly ridding her of uncomfortable knots. She groaned with a mixed sensation of pain and absolute bliss. This was her favorite part. The sex was good of course, but just having him touch her like this…with all his beastly force making her melt into a puddle of tenderized flesh…
"Ah…AHHHHHhhhh…" She moaned loudly into the pillow and arched her back into his hands, an orgasm that had been marinating for the past few days finally finding itself and making her feel absolutely fantastic. He rubbed her spine encouragingly and watched her hump the bed, waiting patiently for her to come back down from her high. When she had calmed down a little, he moved her hair from her neck and kissed it, running his hands over her shoulders.
"I win," he whispered against her ear. She just glared at him through hazy eyes and let her face flop back to the pillow. He laughed a little, his hands moving to caress the brand of the Tenryuubito. She didn't tense up, which was an improvement. Trust was something they were working on.
His first time seeing it, he hadn't really been able to comprehend the amount of emotional trauma it represented. Hancock's behavior towards men, all of her quirks that had originally made him hate her, the way she could never really let anyone see the human being underneath all that bitch; learning the reason behind it gave him a new perspective. He could appreciate that, despite how different they were from each other, she had been willing to open up to him.
Zoro kissed the center of the mark, slowly moving one hand over her butt. It came to rest protectively over her womanhood. She moaned quietly and moved against him, urging him to do more.
"It's nice that you're so eager tonight, but unfortunately my services end here," he said in teasing disappointment, planting a final kiss on her butt cheek and standing up. She whirled her head around and stared at him, disgusted with his timing. When it looked like she was going to protest, he held a finger up and grinned.
"Unless, of course, you're willing to pay…"
She silently regarded him on her elbows, giving him her signature 'are you fucking kidding me' look. To his surprise, she wordlessly slipped off the bed and gave him a sexy smile as she walked past and out the door. Curiously, he stared after her as she walked into the kitchen, then realized he should change the ruined bed sheets. She walked back in as he was putting the pillow in a fresh case.
There she was, unashamed as a naked woman could be leaning on a door frame with a bottle of sake between her teeth. She held two more in her hands. He stared at her, then caught the bottle she threw to him. Carefully, she brought her empty hand up to take the one in her mouth.
"Figured these might be more to your taste. I don't much care for the shit your cook sets aside for me anyway," she said with a knowing smirk. "Feel like drinking with me?"
It was taking every ounce of his self control to not fuck her where she stood.