Spoiler alert: Story takes place after Thriller Bark.
Rating: MA for MAjor lemon
Pairing: Franky & Robin
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Crush
chapter two
~Zestee~
The crew was gathered in the kitchen, bundled in their winter coats, huddled around the giant oven aboard the Thousand Sunny. For the past two days, the voyage gradually turned more uncomfortable as they ventured into a cold belt, the temperature plummeting from a comfortable 24° celcius to a frigid -20°. Franky entered the kitchen from the light snowfall on deck, dressed in a long winter jacket, bomber hat, mits and winter boots, but was without a trace of any pants. Equipped with mugs of hot chocolate and coffee, each member of the crew turned their head's eagerly to Franky, awaiting an update on the nonfunctional furnace.
"Good news, I finally got the thing running. It took me a long time to figure out what the problem was, but this is the first time we've had to turn on the heat, so unfortunately we all had to suffer today..." Franky sat down on the floor with the others, grabbing the mug of coffee Sanji offered him. The temperature had dropped the most dramatically that morning, and it was now midnight on the frigid ship.
"How long until it'll be back to normal?" Nami sat crosslegged with her Chopper in her lap, hugging a blanket around herself.
"It should only take about two hours until we're warm again. But we're all tired, and the crow's nest isn't going to be warm until maybe sunset, so I'd suggest Zoro keep watch down here tonight."
"Chopper, you can sleep in my bed." Nami cuddled the small reindeer close. "But could you grow big and keep me warm?"
"Nami-" Chopper wore a serious look, "why don't you stay big and keep me warm?"
Everyone laughed. Sanji reached his arms out to Nami and Robin. "Nami-swaaan! Robin-chwaaan! You can bunk with me, my love will keep you warm until the end of time!"
"He's good at keeping our room warm with his hot stinking farts." Luffy said dryly, picking his nose. Everyone's jaw dropped to the floor, surprised that the rude, witty reply normally heard from Zoro came from the goofy captain. Ussop, Franky, and Zoro tipped over laughing, while Sanji angrily retorted at the comment.
Franky had returned to his room where he rearranged his desk to do some late-night drafting. Tidying his room, it quickly dawned on him that he was expecting Robin. Like the rest of the crew, she had been bundled in her winter clothing, trying her best to endure the cold day. By the time Franky lit a dozen candles around the small room, he knew in his gut that the seconds were ticking down to when she would be at his door, using the circumstances to get close once again. The room was dim and moody with candlelight, a perfect alibi that kept the room warm and lit at the same time. Since their playful conversation a week ago, the two were in a stalemate. Not wanting to come on any stronger, the dark-haired woman stayed aloof, not trying to act any less natural than she normally did. Reading under the shade, joining in on normal dinner conversation; nobody would have guessed anything was different with her. The tall cyborg on the other hand, was visibly brewing on the inside. Drumming the large fingers of his hand on the kitchen table and looking as if he was plotting some kind of revenge, he was often asked by the others, "What's wrong with you?" Franky found it hard to concentrate on his projects, now finding that he was a victim of severe daydreaming. He replayed in his head how good the slender woman looked in that black outfit, and what it might have been like if he had been the one winning the score. 'Damn her.' Thoughts of Robin flooded his mind, and would find his daydreaming getting out of hand late at night. Not being able to control his own body was frustrating for the shipwright; he wouldn't sport his trademark swimsuit if he was unable to control the equipment inside it. Controlling his blood flow to any part of his body was key to the range of transformations and attacks the cyborg was capable of. But back in her room, his biggest fear was that he'd lose that control and spring out of his pants.
Sitting as his drafting table, he felt the room getting warmer as minutes went by, not sure if it was the furnace kicking in coupled with the warm candlelight, or his thoughts heating his body. He sat and stared at the drawing he started a week ago. The tiny revisions reminded him of what little he's gotten done, and found himself fixing his hair once again, wondering now if she would come tonight.
At that moment, a tiny knock was heard at the door. Franky jumped up from his chair, clearing his throat.
"Yes?"
"It's me." It was Robin, as expected. Opening the door a few inches, Franky pressed his face against the crack, blocking her entrance with a grim look.
"What can I do for you?"
"I'm cold." She had her blanket wrapped around her, tilting her head with a smile.
"Well I already invited Ussop and Zoro to share my bed tonight."
"What?!" Robin face contorted with disbelief.
"We're gonna get in a big messy manpile tonight. No girls allowed, sorry."
Robin laughed, "That's gross!"
Franky smiled, opening the door fully to let her in. Robin trundled in, wrapped up in a cocoon of her pink blanket, flopping down on his bed. Franky closed the door quickly, closing out the frigid draft from outside . He sat back down at his drafting table, basked in the candlelight beside his work.
"I mean it though, you'll have to make room for the manpile."
"Stop putting the mental image in my head, please!" Robin laughed, spreading out her blanket on top of herself.
"So. What happened to getting me back?"
"Oh, is that what you're after?" Franky gave her a sarcastic look, "We were just kidding around, weren't we? You're not disappointed that I didn't do anything to you, are you?"
Robin paused for a short moment, pretending to be occupied in adjusting the pillow.
"Of course not. I understand. We all have limitations."
"Oh, that burned..." Franky muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
Franky cleared his throat, "Nothing." The woman obviously had a skill for turning his words against him.
"Your room is nice and warm."
"We're closest to the furnace here. I'd imagine your room is very cold."
"It's terrible. I'm glad you got it fixed though." Robin nestled her head in the pillow, closing her eyes. The bed smelled like Franky, making her heart flutter a little. She wanted so desperately to be close to the man all week, but figured that if anyone was going to make a move, that it was his turn. Robin figured by now under that tough-guy exterior, Franky was shy around women. The fact that he was avoiding her now, waiting for her to fall asleep before he joined her in bed was an obvious sign. Although she felt impatient about the lack of action this week, his shyness was nothing short of adorable.
Minutes later, Franky peered over his shoulder at the bed behind him.
"You comfortable?" Franky waited for an answer.
Robin appeared to be sound asleep, her eyes closed, cuddled away underneath the blanket. He was indeed tired tonight, and was glad to see Robin had fallen asleep. Franky shed the unbuttoned winter coat on the back of his chair, wearing just a pair of black boxer shorts. He quietly approached the bed and lifted his side of the blanket to climb in, watching Robin's face to see if he would wake her. As the minutes went by, Franky continued to watch her, both admiring her beauty in how peacefully she slept, and to see if she was faking. But she didn't move; nor did she open an eye to peek at him back. He chose this moment to bring his body close to hers; wrapping his arms around her to bring the slender woman close to his chest. Robin let a sleepy groan escape her throat, her hands now pressed comfortably against his chest, her head resting below his chin. He had wondered all week how he was going to get close to her again; what he could do to make the sharp woman blush again, and how he could catch her off guard. Though he didn't mind how seductive she had been, he wanted to be the one to make her tremble. Closing his eyes, Franky let out a small sigh, not wanting to fall asleep just yet, but finding it hard not to surrender after a long day. It had been uncomfortably cold all day, and now that it just started to get warm, it was hard not to feel sleepy. Just as he felt he was slipping away, he was reawakened by the sudden movement of the small woman. Robin's fingertips curled gently against his chest, as her lips began to apply tiny kisses between the muscles of his chest.
"Nico Robin..." Franky whispered, feeling her hair through his fingertips.
"You're so shy, it's so cute..." Robin whispered sleepily, trailing kisses as she rubbed her finger slowly against his hard chest.
"Am not."
"Why didn't you invite me if you knew my room would be cold?" She looked up at him with a sad expression, the candlelight in her sleepy eyes almost making it appear as if she was crying.
"I didn't- well, I wasn't sure if- I kinda just expected you to show up."
"Shy." Robin smiled, pressing her cheek against his chest again, sliding her knee between Franky's legs.
It took Franky a moment to come up with a reply.
"Listen, I know I'm a super guy and all, but you've made it quite clear how badly you want me." Franky waited for a response, but didn't get one. "...I mean, since I got here, I've caught you staring at my junk about ten times a day." Robin lay still. "Not to mention before I was even officially part of your crew, you already had your hands all over me. I know you see me as somewhat of a knight in shining armor and all, but you don't have to be in such a hurry. I'll be here the whole voyage." Minutes went by as Franky continued to hold her close, the two laying in silence. It appeared she had already fallen asleep.
When Robin awoke in the morning, she immediately noticed her arms were stuck. Looking past her shoulders, she realized both wrists were handcuffed to the bedposts. She immediately felt panic in her chest, not quite realizing she was in Franky's room, but quickly remembered she wasn't in some foreign place as part of some kind of kidnapping. So where was Franky? Looking around the room, she quickly spotted the man who was no doubt behind this. Dressed in a white towel and dripping, Franky turned to look at Robin from his mirror across the room, combing his hair upwards. He flashed her a smile.
"Rise and shine."
"What is this?" Robin asked calmly, extending her fingers in the cuffs that confined her to the bed. She knew right away what it was- she had waited all week to see what he might do to her. Although she wasn't ready to admit it, she felt as nervous as a teenaged girl right about now, feeling like she was about to receive her first kiss. Only now, with handcuffs involved, she was secretly anxious to resume their game. A blush swept across her face as she gazed at Franky's body- though he normally wore very little clothes, the sight of him dripping wet and wearing just a towel was making her heart race. Smiling, he set his comb down and slowly made his way to the bed, sitting down beside her.
"You remember when you 'pressured' me into joining the crew?" He quickly removed the blanket off of her; exposing her long legs in the short cotton dress she wore to bed. The thin cotton material was patterned in black and white stripes, just barely covering her underwear as the material had risen and bunched up in her sleep. After feeling the cold rush of air, she shyly closed her legs.
"Yes..." Her heart began to race.
Franky leaned in closer, gently massaging the skin above her knee. "I've been meaning to get you back for that." She began to shake, nervously anticipating where his robust fingers would lead to.
"Franky..." Robin closed her eyes, blushing so heavily that she moved her head to the side shyly.
"Using my head as a stepping stone, that was very bad of you... I was gonna get you back for that too." Franky shifted his body to the center of the bed, pulling apart her legs and setting himself between them, kneeling between her knees to face her. Robin gasped, opening her eyes to view him. She nearly fell apart when she saw the devilish look on his face, his strong hands gripping each knee, and the sight of his wet muscles glisten from the leftover moisture from his shower.
"I should beat you up right now for this."
"You're blushing so much right now. It's cute." Franky mocked, bringing his lips down to her knee, applying small kisses while giving her a seductive stare.
Robin attempted to squirm away, but with her little effort, didn't escape his grip. "Stop. I'm gonna hurt you." She looked away shyly, pretending to be slightly annoyed.
"I've been studying you. You can't use your powers when your arms are confined like this. You're not going anywhere."
Robin's voice was weak, "...What do you want to negotiate out of me?"
Franky admired the striped panties that matched her dress, his heart racing from seeing one of his many fantasies coming to life. Seeing the powerful woman who could cripple anyone now being confined by him, blushing under his control was almost too good to be true. Unmistakeably, he noticed her arch her back slightly as she exhaled deeply, an obvious sign she was as turned on as he was.
"If you say the words I want to hear, I'll make you feel really good." Franky slowly moved one hand from her knee to slide to her inner thigh, gently rubbing the sensitive skin with his callused thumb. "If you don't, I'll torture you."
Unintentionally, Robin let a tiny sigh escape her mouth from the touch. "What's the difference?"
"If you don't, you don't get a kiss." He leaned over her closer, bringing his finger to meet the softness of her panties, slowly massaging the hot sensitive area. Robin cried out softly, astounded by the thickness of his finger and how good it felt as he teased her.
"Tell me you want me."
Robin fought against her handcuffs; she wanted to touch the gleaming muscles that towered over her, wanting to feel his skin and put her arms around his neck. But she felt she would fall apart if she took any more than glimpses of the powerful man, feeling so overwhelmed by his touch that she thought she might faint.
"Franky..." Robin began to shake under his touch, letting out a long pleasured sigh.
"Why are you wet?" Franky whispered, poking fun at the slender woman who began to heave her chest in heavy breaths.
"It's morning. Aren't you hard when you wake up?" He found it funny that her body was obviously screaming for him, yet verbally, she denied it.
"When I have a sexy dream, sure..." Franky continued to circle the patch on her moist panties, feeling himself grow ever harder under his towel. It was difficult not to just throw it off and just finally do what he'd been dreaming about all week, but making her squirm like this was too satisfying. He took his finger away to slowly pull the material of her dress over her hips, pressing both hands against her skin to reveal her toned body beneath it.
"Franky, no..." Robin whined, shyly looking away from him.
"Why are we so shy today? I thought you wanted this, Robin..." Franky stopped when the material reached just below her breasts, noticing her hard nipples through the material. Using one hand, he gently ran his thumb over a nipple, nearly shivering from the electric current he felt from Robin's response.
"Ah!" Robin let out a tiny feminine gasp that would reduce any man to mush; she arched her back and grazed his sides with her knees in a way that begged him to continue. Franky found himself breathing heavily, not sure if he could stay any more patient. He was unbearably hard underneath his towel, wanting to penetrate the softness beneath her panties more than anything.
"Say it Robin... say you want me." Leaning over top of her, he continued massaging her breasts through the cotton material, pushing it with his thumbs up to her neck to expose her large round breasts.
He lowered his lips to her nipple; teasing it with his breath. Teasing the other with his fingertips, he massaged it as he began to flick his tongue over the hardness of her rosy nipple.
Robin began to gasp and whimper from the constant caresses; the ever growing wetness in her panties reminding her just how ready she was to surrender. She wanted to beg him for it now, to ask him to just throw off all their clothes and just do her over and over, but the teasing was just so euphoric that she didn't process the fact that he was asking her to say it. He continued to flick the sensitive skin of her nipples with his tongue and fingers, delicately sucking the hard nipple and letting it pop out of his mouth while she continued to moan. She shifted her body downwards to meet his knee, relieving the sensitive area drenched in hot wetness against him, eagerly rubbing herself against him.
"Franky, please..." Robin moaned as if she were in pain, "I can't take any more teasing..." Still rubbing her hardened nipple, rising and falling between her deep breaths, Franky began to slowly kiss up the side of her neck.
"Hmm. I'm not hearing the magic words." His voice was deep, his kisses making their way up to her ear, where he playfully nibbled on her earlobe. Feeling just how impatient she was right now was driving him nearly insane; her wetness was so abundant that he could not only feel it soaking completely through her panties and onto his skin, the hotness of her pussy was going to make him lose it any moment now. Her voice was the most erotic of all; hearing a woman beg through moaning like this was turning him into goo. It turned him on more than anything to hear the quiet woman's voice sound so naughty; moaning, gasping and sighing like this, he only wished they could be completely alone so he could hear her moan louder.
"Franky... ah.. ah! I want it... I want it so bad, please..." Robin threw her head back, feeding him a series of moans and gasps that nearly made his head explode. Taking his lips away from her neck, Franky sat up and tossed away the towel that had been around his waist, eagerly hooking his fingers on the sides of her panties and peeling them down her legs. At this point, Robin was far past being embarrassed with her body, parting her legs slightly and giving him a sleepy, erotic stare. Tossing the panties aside, Franky barely took a moment to admire the pinkness of her pussy before he leaned over top of her, gripping his throbbing cock in one hand to guide it to the source of her wetness. Looking down at her, he felt he should tease her one last time. Giving her a wicked grin, he rubbed the tip of his cock against the tiny sensitive spot above her pussy that was sure to drive her mad. Closing her eyes, Robin let out a prolonged gasp, pulling at her handcuffs and letting out a shivered sigh. Rubbing his tip up and down her wet pussy, he smiled as she began to lift her hips in protest of his teasing.
"Ah... uhm... Franky..." Robin's face looked almost worried as she opened an eye to look at him.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Franky positioned himself to penetrate her hot folds.
"Um, could you..." Her voice was nearly a whisper as she turned her head to the side, still exhibiting shyness. Franky lowered his face to hers, trying to pick up on her words. "...You're so big... and- it's been a while for me, so could you please be gentle...? I mean, at least at first..." Franky couldn't have chosen sexier words in his fantasies- unable to hold back a delighted boyish smile. Robin, who had her eyes closed from asking such an embarrassing thing, didn't notice the glee resonating from the man's face. Before she could catch him, Franky gave her a reassuring kiss behind her ear.
"Of course." He already felt himself sliding into her; her pussy was so wet that he wanted nothing more than to go full force, but began to feel the tightness of her entrance. "Robin." He let out a deep breath against her neck, moving his now free hand to support himself ontop of her, resting his hands on either side of her body. Robin shifted slightly, parting her legs further for him, feeling a heavy blush as she felt her body sinking into a world of pleasure. Feeling the world around them disappear, she forgot the importance of keeping their newly-found relationship discreet by letting out a very feminine moan in the form of his name.
Feeling the heat resonating from her face, he couldn't help but blush himself; feeling so connected with the gorgeous woman he was now claiming with his body. The way she moaned his name was sending his heart into cardiac arrest; it suddenly occurred to him just how bad they were being. Not only were there several people on board this ship who could have heard her just now, but the very realization that they were being so primal was so undeniably... naughty.
"You're so tight..." Franky closed his eyes, pushing himself further into her tight pussy, amazed by how incredibly good she felt. Going by how much her tightness allowed, he began pulling out slightly, returning to push back in again. Robin began to breathe heavier, parting her legs farther. His lips still on her neck, he still noticed she was slightly tense.
"Is this okay?" More than anything, Franky didn't want to hurt her in any way, gradually quickening the speed of his thrusts according to her body language.
"Mmhmmm..." She hummed, growing more accustomed to the thickness of his cock, beginning to feel more and more pleasure as his thrusts grew faster. He began to feel perspiration on his forehead as he penetrated her more and more, endulging in how good the tightness of her wet pussy felt. His breath became more sporatic as he felt certain thrusts feeling better than others, making his heart race as he dove his cock further into her pussy, feeling her tightness wane slightly. She moaned softly as she felt herself drifting off further into a world of bliss; his thrusts rhythmically sending her heart fluttering, excitedly aware that the man she had been teasing was getting back at her in just the way she secretly wanted. Shifting his weight slightly, Franky lowered his body closer to Robin's, gripping her leg from her inner thigh to spread it farther apart as he continued to work his hips against hers. Suddenly, this tiny shift made Robin's eyes widen; his cock seemed to work into her at a much more sensitive level, making her cry out in pleasure. Franky noticed right away that she began to feel wetter, her pussy untightening, allowing him to penetrate her faster and deeper.
"Robin- you're so good..." Franky rested his lips on her neck, putting some of his weight on her as he began to pound into her harder.
"Please, don't stop, it's perfect- just like this... ah!" Franky began to feel the tenseness in neck soften, noticing her arms, for the first time, go limp. Lifting his head, he looked down at Robin almost nose-to-nose to view her sleepy expression. Keeping his thrusts at the same rhythm, he noticed she lost all tension in her entire body, watching her head fall back, parting her lips as she closed her eyes. Her face went so hot that he felt the heat on his own, knowing for certain she was about to come. He felt her knees begin to shake against his sides, feeling her breath grow ever quicker as she let out consequtive gasps that became louder and louder moans. Though her moans were extremely erotic and nearly sending him over the edge, at this rate, she was going to give them away completely. Franky grabbed a fluffy pillow and pressed it against her face from the nose-down, not wanting to suffocate the poor woman, but not wanting their cover blown. As if not noticing at all, Robin let out a sustained high-pitched feminine cry as Franky thrust into her faster and harder, not wanting to dissatisfy her in any way. Franky guiltily removed the pillow; he wanted more than anything to hear the sexy dark-haired woman scream out his name during climax, but had to hear it muffled through the pillow instead. Robin purred as Franky continued to thrust, he felt more turned on than ever, looking over the woman who looked more than satisfied, giving him a sleepy smile full of wonder.
"Oh Franky..." Although she came, his thrusting still felt so good to her, feeling as if she came off of her orgasm only to return to the sustained plateau of pleasure she felt moments before. Her erotic gaze he read as 'give me more...' was all it took for him to reach his climax. Franky closed his eyes, resting his forehead lightly against Robin's as he quickly slid out of her, grasping his cock and pumping it to release himself over her body. Robin felt the hot liquid stream across her stomach and chest, the two breathing heavy sighs as they gazed into eachother's eyes. After catching his breath, Franky slowly sat back as they both exchanged a gentle smile. Feeling a little embarrassed, Franky silently reached for a box of nearby tissue as he began to dab away the moisture left behind on her body. Her body was beautiful, and now that he come back to his senses, he felt he should make up for coming on her by at least cleaning her up in a caring fashion.
"Sorry." Looking at her a little guiltily, he used up one more tissue to clean the few drops between her breasts.
"Don't be." She smiled down at him, looking like she was ready to fall asleep, she was so relaxed. "You made me feel really good. Ah..." She sighed, closing her eyes. He sat watching her for a while, admiring her, quickly feeling pride swell in his chest as he let the reality of what just happened sink in. Nico Robin, who was not only drop-dead gorgeous, was smart, witty, sexy, and underneath it all, turned out to be so pure and so incredibly feminine that it surprised him. It was almost like she was a schoolgirl, not in that she was inexperienced, but almost innocent in the way she acted shy, like a virgin. Last week she seemed like such a vixen, but when he took control today, she said things like 'please be gentle'...
"What are you smiling about?" Robin giggled. It occurred to Franky that he had been staring off into space for some time now. Snapping back to reality, he got up and headed to the dresser beside his desk, quickly grabbing a set of clothes and picking up a key that had been sitting on top of his desk.
"I'm thinking I like you so much, I'm not letting you go!" Franky smiled, putting on his shorts and shirt with his back turned to her.
"Now now, that's not very nice... what will I do if I get cold?" Robin was still shackled to the bed, now beginning to feel like her wrists could use a break from the metal cuffs that had been chafing her. Franky sat back down beside her, key in hand.
"Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."
"Will you?" Robin lowered her eyelids, giving him a sinful gaze as she lifted herself up to bring her lips closer to his.
Franky brought a finger to her lip, stopping her. "Ah ah ah- not so fast."
"Huh?"
"You never said the magic words." Franky slowly teased his finger across her lips.
"Yes I did!"
"Nope, you didn't say, 'I want you'." Franky grinned.
"Yes I did! I did so say 'I want you'!" Robin was confused, her voice growing frustrated.
"No, you said 'I want it', not 'I want you'." Franky rested the key between her bare breasts, opting to argue with her before unshackling her, not forgetting that she was a powerful woman.
"You cheater, it's the same thing!"
"No, allow me to explain-" Franky cleared his throat, standing up. "'I want you' means you want this," Franky pointed to his face, "'I want it' means you want just this." he said, pointing to his shorts. "I wanted you to admit you have a super crush on me, which you obviously do." To Franky's surprise, he was hit with a hard slap on his rear end. Jumping, he turned to look at what striked him, spotting an arm that had sprouted out of the bed. He quickly shot his attention back to the unhappy woman in handcuffs with a look of awe.
"Why you- you really are the devil!" Franky took a few steps back.
"You don't know me very well at all. Now come here and kiss me." Robin arched her back seductively, pushing her breasts in the air, licking her lips and giving him a sexy glare.
"No!" Franky made a dash for the door. Before he could reach the doorknob, a series of arms had grabbed his leg, sending him face-first into the floor. Tearing his leg out of her grip, Franky launched for the doorknob, dashing out of the room and slamming the door closed before Robin had a chance to respond. She paused for a short while, staring at the door before lightly chuckling to herself. Sprouting an arm beside her, she took the key that he had rested on her chest and unlocked the handcuffs; gathering her panties that had been lost in the blanket, wondering to herself what would be for breakfast.
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Author's note:
I'm too embarrassed to show this to anyone I know, so if you feel compelled to review, please do :D
