Title: She Spider
Pairing: Zoro/Robin
Setting: New World.
While listening to: She Spider - Mew
One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda.
It felt like something was pressing hard on his chest, and that left him inhaling and exhaling painfully. But it was nothing, nothing at all. He wondered how physical could emotional damage felt. It was terrible, incomparable to the fatigue he had taken from Luffy back at Thriller Bark.
This tore him to the core. He was literally kneeling on the floor, gasping. He didn't want to look up at her, not anymore.
There were scratches on her skin. Her body was tangled up in her long black hair and the messy white bed sheet. Her expression was confusing and in a way, both happy and hurt. It was the look she had given his former boss, Sir Crocodile, before she was left to die in the historical ruins of Alabasta, before Luffy had spared her and gave her another life.
He cursed Luffy under his breath, for bringing her abroad for nearly two and a half years now.
She crawled on the bed, her fingers slowly moved to touch the bleeding wounds on his back, where she had sunk her sharp nails. He moved away, resisting the urge to lift a hand. He didn't want to hit a woman, he will never hit one. Especially the one woman whom he had ever crawled in sheets with during cold nights. All he did was give her a furious glare, in which she replied with a smile, devious and seductive at the same time. That same smile which seemed to pull him like an invisible, strong chain. Even stronger than what he had trained for every single day.
She folded her hands, and multiple hands sprouted on the floor, around him. It managed to get him to stay still at his place. She crawled towards him, leaving the bed and folded her legs in front of him. He gasped when she caressed his chest. She looked into his eyes, and eventually pressing her forehead to his. In between heavy breathing, she heard heartbeats.
"Don't leave, just yet."
No! This ends now! But no voice came out of his throat, none at all. He had wanted to end this a long time ago, but he was clinging to this so desperately. All he sought was something more than just this. He wanted this forever if he could, but she was a pessimist, and spoke of deaths too casually. When she told him she was ending their little secret affair, he almost died of feeling breathless.
But still, she invited him every night more often now, and no matter how angry he was with her, he seemed to fell into her lap, pulled into her space like hypnosis. Like a she spider, she kept him tangled in her web, still. And sometimes, literally. It wasn't just the mind-blowing sex that kept him coming back. It was that certain urge he constantly had - he longed for all the fine things that comes packaged with it, like how she run her fingers through his moss green hair, like how she provided her lap for him to lean on, or sometimes, how she breathed into the crook of his neck when she sleeps. It was almost the feeling of being wanted.
The kind of feeling lonely people, young or old, look for around the world. Some travelled down mountains of feelings to seek love. Some fell into the depths of their mattress out of loneliness. And he had found it on a ship called Thousand Sunny.
Although he was sure it was not even a real relationship, to begin with.
He felt a warm drop of tear fell from her eye, onto his thigh. "Damn, woman..."
"Don't go now."
"Leave me alone."
Her smell was too intoxicating and hypnotizing for him. He saw bite marks on her neck, along with some hickeys. As much as he wanted to smile seeing his mark on her, he still had to refrain herself.
"That's not fair."
"And you're not being fair with me, either."
She was half-crying when he kissed her.
If only she wasn't a she-spider.