Warning: sexual implications of the Frobin sort.
That cucumber, that damn lucky cucumber.
Franky's eyes were nearly bugging out as he stared shamelessly at Robin, not bothering to be discreet whatsoever. He was breathing rather loudly and if Sanji were there, Franky would have been booted overboard long ago for "leering inappropriately".
Robin didn't seem to notice his ogling. Or she did, but just didn't bother to acknowledge him.
Her tongue ran up the side of the vegetable, leaving a moist trail that slightly gleamed in the lighting of the room. She ran her lips fleetingly around the top- those deliciously soft lips that probably felt like silk.
Franky whined and leaned foward.
She smiled ever so vaguely before wrapping her mouth around the cucumber, slowly, so fustratingly slow. Even from across the kitchen, Franky could hear a low hum resonate through her throat as she held the cucumber there. It took all his willpower to resist leaping across the room to the teasing woman.
Crunch.
Franky immediately stopped panting and his mouth fell open in horror. He made a strangled sound and one hand instinctively covered his crotch. All of the sudden, his speedoes felt much too thin.
"Is something wrong, Franky?" Robin finally looked up, swallowing. She smiled innocently, though the gleam in her eye seemed to laugh at him. The cucumber in her hand had a clean bite mark around the top.
"N-nothing..." Franky choked.
Maybe the cucumber wasn't so lucky after all.