Chapter 3
The relaxing steam of the bath was just what she needed to clear her mind of the moss haired swordsman. While it may be true that she enjoyed her fantasies of him, she would not intrude upon his solitude if that were what he desired. She let the water surround her body and calm her fever. When she finally felt the flush of her dream recede, she stepped from the bath and began to walk towards her towel that she had left across the room.
He had hoped that the walk to the bathing room would have cleared his mind of that woman. Unfortunately, it only seemed to increase his frustration as his preoccupation of thought caused him several unexpected detours. At least none of his crewmates was there to infuriate him with their snickering. It was not his fault there were so many routes to get where he was going! Even Robin would giggle behind that delicate, smooth hand of hers. Damnit, he needed to compose himself. He continued to try to push thoughts of her out of his mind as he absently climbed the ladder to the antechamber of the bathing area. Hanging his head and scowling at himself, he burst into the bathing room only to come face to breast with the very woman he was so desperate to rid his mind of.
She was shocked to encounter him in such a way as this, but she recovered quickly. After all, she is no stranger to being in vulnerable situations where she needed to keep her wits about her. Gracefully reaching for her towel she simply tells the befuddled, and crimson, swordsman that she was just finishing and he may use the shower if he wished. Of course, the smile that both intrigued and confused him never left the academic's face as she spoke. She found his reaction to her presence almost adorable, and restrained herself from ruffling his hair before she began to wrap herself in a towel.
How can she be so calm?! What the hell is she doing here?! What the hell am I doing here?! He stood there; completely stupefied unable to look anywhere else except at her magnificent, supple breasts. She was saying something about a shower… wasn't she? He tried to peel his eyes away from her outstanding body to take in his surroundings. Slowly he began to remember where he was, and the purpose of the room. That's right...I was going to shower after the experience of my dream...of her... Holy shit, she is right there in front of me and isn't even phased by the situation. The swordsman composed himself, and apologized for his intrusion. He turned to walk back out the door but he heard her voice behind him. It sounded tantalizingly close.
"You do not need to leave. I am not so shy, after all. Please feel free to begin your shower. I will only be a moment longer." She managed to say casually, as if she was not already imagining his sculpted, wet, powerful body between her long legs.
"Tch, what should I care? I'm not so shy either." He scoffed as he curtly turned towards the shower and removed his clothing. He would not be upstaged by this woman and have her think of him as some weak, easily embarrassed child. He sat down on the stool as he began to rinse water over his body in preparation for soap. Looking back was not an option and he did his best to appear as if he could ignore the fact that only a few feet behind him was, literally, the woman of his dreams wrapped only in a towel, inviting him to shower in front of her. At least he knew he could be confident in the view she was taking in. He may not be boastful about his physical appearance, but he surely was not humble about the fact that he was impressive to look at. Obviously, she felt the same about herself. What self-conscious woman would so easily allow a man to look at her in such a vulnerable state? No, she was amazing and she knew it. Every curve and line on her body was perfection, from her long neck to lean legs and everything in between. He could not push the image of her still wet body in front of him out of his mind. All he could think of as he began to lather his own body was imagining a drop of water trace a path between her cleavage, down the creamy skin of her torso, around the dip of her navel, continuing towards her...shit! He paused for a moment as he realized his penis was on full alert with an erection that was far beyond simply willing away. He shifted his body slightly and tried to think of anything except her, but his mind was consumed with her. Her body of course but also her smile, her laugh, and her penetrating eyes. Those eyes that always knew more than everyone else. Eyes that could bring him to his knees swifter than any swordsman he encountered. His mind began to think of the multitude of acts he could perform when on his knees in front of her. His mouth began to water and his penis only became more insistent of its demands. He closed his eyes as he pictured what she would look like with her legs wrapped around his shoulders and her head thrown back in ecstasy, as he tasted every inch of her. Damnit, stop it!
She smiled as he turned towards the shower. She had hoped for an invitation, but it did not appear he was going to extend that offer on his own. However, he certainly looked pleased in his embarrassed and flustered way to survey her naked body. As he removed his clothing, she simply allowed herself the guilty pleasure of returning the favor and took in the sight that was a fully naked Roronoa Zoro. What she saw caused her breath to hitch, almost, imperceptibly. His muscles were so beautifully proportioned and strong. His body was like living stone as it moved. She had seen him without a shirt many times, but the complete package was something out of her fevered dreams. The lines of his body were hard, yet fluid as the same time. Every muscle flexed and showed purpose when he walked and she could not take her eyes off his perfect ass. She felt her face flush as she watched him sit upon the stool to begin his ablutions. What should she do? Get dressed and leave as she promised, stay and watch him a little longer, or be truly bold and join him? As she began to weigh her options, she noticed his ears begin to redden and she thought perhaps she had stayed to long. Then, she noticed him try to shift his body to hide the swell of a rather impressive erection and she instantly knew the answer to her dilemma. She licked her lips, took a breath and quietly padded towards his seat in the shower.
He took a deep breath to control his breathing and hopefully ease the rapid pulse of blood to his erection. He needed to remain calm in front of that infernal woman. Suddenly, he noticed something flutter out of the corner of his eye. He looked over to see a towel upon the floor by the wall as he felt a hand gently glide along his shoulder and down his chest. She ran her hand smoothly along his pectoral muscles and back along his shoulder, down his tense bicep and forearm. Without a word, she gently plucked the washcloth from his hand and began to wash his body for him. She began with his hand and moved back up his arm towards his shoulders and back. When had she moved so close? How could I have not realized it? He exhaled a breath he hadn't realized that was caught in his chest, and quietly spoke her name, "Robin?"
"Yes, Zoro." was her affirmative response. Those few words were all that was needed to allow the pair permission to indulge in one another. Robin continued to wash his back, the soapy water making his rich suntanned skin shine. She bent her head forward and kissed his neck, gently flicking his earlobe with her tongue. She leans into his back with her breasts pressed against him and her legs spread open against his buttocks. He can feel the warmth of her body emanating from her. Deftly, Zoro grabs her forearm and begins to pull her around him, catching her waist to fully position her on his lap facing him. His eyes are practically glowing with lust as he threads his fingers into her hair and pulls her in, kissing her harshly for only a moment before the two melt into the kiss. Her tongue relentlessly enters into his mouth before she sucks and nibbles on his . The kiss causes his eye to roll up into his head a little. As she pulls away from his mouth he smiles and leans forward burying his face into her cleavage, kissing, licking, and gently sucking on her breasts as his hands probe the curves of her waist and hips. Robin is still holding the washcloth in one hand, but entangles her free hand into his short hair and gently tugs his head back away from her body. "Now swordsman, I thought you wanted a shower. This does not seem to be accomplishing that goal." With a playful look of seriousness on her face, Robin gently eased herself off his lap and knelt down on the floor in front of her swordsman. She reached up with the washcloth and began to lather his chest and abdomen, letting her breasts brush against his erect penis. Zoro fought the urge to close his eyes, and watched Robin as she made her way down his body with the washcloth. Setting it aside for a moment, she reaches for the clean water to rinse his upper body.
She giggles as he reminds her, "There is more of me that requires your attentions. I don't usually take such short showers."
"Please don't worry; I am not finished with you yet. I simply forgot to wash your hair. I have been dying to get my hands into that spiky green mess of yours." Robin squeezes some shampoo into her hands as she speaks and begins to massage Zoro's head as she lathers his hair. He is shocked at how good it can feel to have someone do this for him. She makes small circles with her fingers, providing just enough pressure to bring a small moan from the man in front of her as he closes his single eye. Being careful to avoid the shampoo she begins to kiss his shoulder again as she continues to massage his scalp behind the ears and along the nape of his neck. The touch of her lips is enough to snap him out of his relaxed state. He turns his head to try to catch her mouth with his own, but she is quicker than he is and sits up, laughing. "Not yet," is all she says as she dumps the bucket of water over his head, rinsing away all traces of shampoo. He wipes the water from his eyes, and pounces on the woman still holding the bucket in her hands. He laughs as he tosses the bucket aside and tries pin her against the wall. The soap and water has left her slippery and she escapes his grasp. She scoops up the washcloth and tosses it at his torso, still laughing.
"That's all right; you still have work to finish," the swordsman proclaims as he drops himself back onto his stool.
"You are the one who cannot keep himself still," the archeologist teases with a small smile as she slowly approaches him. He cannot take his eyes off of her graceful form. She moves with such purpose and precision. Watching her hips sway so gently with each step drives him half-wild. She notices that he is beginning to look like a predatory beast waiting for its chance to pounce on his prey. This was the look she has been longing to see: his dark eyes gleaming with lust.
With a half cocked grin, he opens his arms to show that he is ready to continue. Robin again seats herself in front of him and this time, she lathers her own hands instead of the washcloth. She rakes her nails gently through the rough hair surrounding his penis and balls working up a lather. She pulls some of the soap bubbles into her palm and smoothly glides her hand up along his shaft and plays with the head of his penis with the tips of her fingers, rinsing his penis as she does so using her free hand. She cups his balls in her soapy hand and takes begins slowly licking his penis along the shaft and circles its head with the tip of her tongue. A low growl rumbles from the chest of the swordsman as he reaches a hand up to stroke her raven hair. Before his is able to reach his goal, phantom arms appear to take hold of both his own and restrain them firmly behind his back while more arms appeared to equally support and restrain him while the hungry woman continued her ministration upon his penis.
"What are you doing woman?" he asks with a mix of pleasure and frustration. With amusement, she replies only with an evil grin of her own revealing her white teeth that she begins to use by gently grazing them along the head of his penis while she uses her tongue to stroke the slit she found there. His question is discarded and forgotten as he begins to growl once more, arching his back and enjoying the sensation. When she feels his body relax once more, she takes the whole of him into her mouth and throat, still using her tongue to apply pressure and stroking along underside of his shaft while she strongly sucks and bobs her head, all the while still massaging his balls. His body goes rigid once more as he quickly takes in a breath and the moan escapes his lips. Enough of this he thinks to himself and tries to free his hands from her restraining grip. He needs to touch her and take control. He has dreamed of those breasts long enough and desires to wrap his own lips around some part of her body, any part at this rate.
Lifting her head and pouting playfully while she rinses him off, she asks him, "What is the matter Swordsman-san? Are you not enjoying yourself? I can stop if you like." She sits back on her heels, placing her true hands on her thighs. Zoro remains fully restrained by her phantom arms. His dark eyes lock onto her as he wonders what new game she is going to start. He exhales quietly, yet sharply, as he watches her. Keeping her legs tucked, she spreads them out and allows her round behind to sit directly upon the floor so that her feet are at her hips. The Devil's Child breaks eye contact with the object of her teasing to lift her chin and lean her head back exposing a long and delicate neck that Zoro would do anything to nip, lick, and kiss. He pulls against the arms holding him back but more sprout from his body with one hand rising to wag a finger at him, effectively reminding him to stay where he was. He decided to play her little game and see where this would take him. He had no doubts he would enjoy it.
Feeling his watching eye on her, Robin runs one hand through her raven hair, around her neck, between her breasts, finally moving past her abdomen to rest her hand between her legs. With one hand massaging her own breast, she easily takes her fingers and opens the folds to find her clit. Letting out a breathy sigh she begins to slowly stroke at the nub picking up pace as her breathing begins to grow rapid. She can feel the desire radiating from the man across from her and a smile forms on her reddened face. Abandoning her clit she delves into her vagina, allowing him to see her drawing her fingers out and plunging them back in over and over. His breathing is now as rapid as her own. She can feel his muscles tense and sweat begin to develop on his skin through her phantom arms. Spurred on by his lust she uses one of her phantom hands to grab him firmly around the shaft of his penis. Returning to stroke and flick her own clit, she simultaneously begins to work upon the head of his penis from across the room. She runs a thumb around the corona glans and up the frenulum towards his tip in small circular motions applying gentle pressure with her thumb and allowing her fingers to continue tickling him under the corona. The sensation made the normally controlled swordsman feel his body begin to go limp as a moan escaped his mouth. He fought to be able to keep his eyes on the sight in front of him. The sweat-laden woman was moaning and rocking her hips slightly. She had leaned back so that her shoulders were now also on the ground with her knees in the air. She had one hand on her clit and the other had two fingers buried within the grasp of her warm and inviting vagina. How he wished to be those two fingers right now as he moaned her name, "Robin." She began to shiver and her moaning became more insistent. Suddenly, she fully grasped his penis and began pumping in rhythm to that of her hands working upon herself. The phantom hands around the frustrated swordsman disappeared in a cloud of petals as her back arched with her climax.
Wasting no time, Zoro leaped from his position quickly moving to lay beside the woman and wrap his mouth around her breast. He slips one hand under her head while the other glides down the side of her body coming to rest on her hip. She threads her fingers into his hair as she whispers his name, "Zoro." Hearing her say his name with such breathlessness and needing he picked his head up, catching her eyes. They froze, staring at one another. A smile spread across his face and she smiled in turn. The kiss that followed was enough to bring stars to her eyes. He crushed his mouth onto hers lifting her into a sitting position next to him. She responded by forcing entry into his mouth with her tongue; flicking at his tongue with her own. After the initial onslaught of the kiss, the both relaxed into it and Robin was able to pull back enough to gently suck on his lower lip, running her tongue gently along his lip before turning her attention to his neck and ear. As if she had known about his dream she begins to nip on his ear and plays with his earrings before making her way down to the scar on his chest. Taking a page from her own dream, she moved to seat herself upon his lap as she kissed his shoulders and chest, running her hands all over his body. He wasn't sure how many hands were on him and he didn't care as long they were hers.
Pulling back he grins at her, "I think it is now for me to return the favor." She turns her head slightly in anticipation as he gently guides her to lay back upon the floor. He reaches over to grab the discarded towel and place it under her head. Before she can say thank you he is upon her neck and making his way down her lithe body. Her chest is heaving as he makes his way past her breasts and navel. Unable to resist, he takes a detour and kisses along the curves of her waist and the sides of her hips. He lets his roughened hands graze along those irresistible contours before slowly beginning to kiss her inner thighs and quickly dart his tongue in between the folds her pubic mons to tease her clit.
"Mmmm, Zoro, don't stop there," she pleaded.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he replied with a grin. She giggled as he returned his head to between her thighs. He locates her clit and begins to slowly lap at it as she moans with one hand in his hair. He begins a litany of flicks and laps before pulling the sweet little organ into his mouth as he places a finger into her vagina sweeping it forward causing her to hitch her hips up and gasp. As he continues his assult upon her clit her hips rise up off of the floor and her moans become sharp and rapid before she finally reaches her climax. The orgasm is so strong that the touch of his tongue is too strong for her and she practically tears his head away from her. With a hearty laugh he tells her, "I am not done yet, woman." And he plunges his tongue into her vagina, occasionally sweeping along the beautifully pink lips before plunging his tongue into her once more. He has his hands firmly on the sides of her hips with his fingers grasping towards her buttocks. Her orgasm picks up again and she is moaning, panting, and driving her fingers through her hair. She has lost all reason. Tears are running down her face while she is laughing and calling out, "Zoro, yes, oh my God, yes. I can't take anymore."
Hearing the mix of extreme pleasure and desperation in her voice he gently begins to stroke her with his tongue once more until her breathing has slowed just a bit before he looks up at her and smiles. She smiles in return and sits up to pull him into an embrace as she kisses his neck once more. Between the smile and slightly rough nibbles to his neck she whispers into his hear, "Zoro… lift me up."
He lifts her chin to look at her eyes as he responds, "As you please." Together, the stand and he grips her bottom in both of his hands and lifts her to his waist. She wraps her legs around him and locks her feet together as he walks them to the wall of the bathing room. He props her against the wall and attacks her neck and earlobe as she drags her nails across his shoulders and back. A low moan rumbles from his chest as he tells her, "Robin, you are amazing."
"Enough talking and fuck me." Her blue eyes are filled with desire and she pulls his head down and kisses his deeply. Squeezing her ass he positions her above his cock and guides her down onto it. She releases his lips as she fills her lungs with her gasp. He fills her completely and she closes her eyes with a wide smile. When she opens them, she sees Zoro grinning at her as he gently pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. He gently kisses her before beginning to move her up and down on his shaft. He buries his head into her chest as he moves the two of them together. Taken by the pleasure of him inside of her she grips him even more tightly around his hips and begins to take over the motion, rising and falling upon his delicious cock; rising so that only the tip is still within her and then slamming down to take the full length of him into her. Letting her take control and enjoying the sensation of her along his entire length is everything he dreamed. He can feel the swell of orgasm approaching as she begins to pant faster and faster. Her muscles clamp down on his member so hard that he cannot keep his own orgasm at bay and they come together yelling out each other's names.
"Zo-Zo-ZoRO!"
"RRRobin!"
Finally, their breathing calms but they remain locked together holding onto one another as if unable to move. Zoro lets her sag a bit in his arms and he kisses her cheek as he leans his forehead against her own. Smiling, they gaze into each other's eyes. She giggles and he smirks. "That was everything I had dreamed and more, swordsman-san."
"I think we are beyond titles now, Robin."
"Perhaps you are right, Zoro." She carefully dismounts and leads him over to the washing area. This time the cleansing ritual was innocent…sort of. "What do you say to a relaxing bath?"
"You read my mind, woman." Together they slipped into the spacious tub, he first with her seated between his legs with her back on his chest. As he gently stroked her hair with one hand while she studied his other an impatient fist pounded on the door.
"Oi! Get Out! Nami says I need a bath!" Luffy's high voice came from the other side of the door.
"Go away Luffy, I'm busy," Zoro calmly replied.
"No way, you've been in there forever. Nami is gonna kick my ass if I don't come back cleaned up. She said so!" Zoro's only reply was to throw a bar of soap at the door. Robin winked at Zoro as she crossed her hands over her chest and a phantom hand appeared out of the door in front of Luffy making a shooing motion to the young captain. "Shishishishishi, okay I get it. Nami will get over it this once." With that Luffy slid down the ladder calling after Nami, "Hey, Nami! Guess what?!"
"Well, I guess there won't be any hiding it now. Maybe I will get lucky and that shit-cook will fall over dead from shock and depression," Zoro smiled as he imagined the cooks reaction. Robin only giggled as discreetly dipped her hand under the water and Zoro startled as he realized her goal. Looking down at her with his one eye he growled deeply and the game was on again.