A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating for 3 months! Busy with school and exams, so sorry! So here is it, the next chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter 4

He knew better than to sleep.

He knew how she would appear in his dreams and make him horny as hell, but then again he was really exhausted from the previous day. Sitting comfortably in a corner, he put his precious katana beside him and prepared himself to go to sleep.

He was happily on his way to dreamland when suddenly he felt one of his swords being taken by someone. He jumped to his feet, very sure that it was Sanji who took them and was preparing to roar at him when he heard a "Right away, a love snack for you Nami-swaaaan!" from the kitchen. He eyed the rest of his friends, who were still engrossed in the movie, suspiciously although they didn't seem to be the culprit. He was sure that they knew better than to take his most beloved and prized possession from him.

He heard someone tapping his katana against wall from upstairs, a hint to who the person was. He cursed her for playing with him under his breath silently, before heading up the stairs slowly. He was very sure his friends wouldn't miss his presence; he always disappeared to take a nap somewhere.

He eyed the doors around him upon reaching the landing. Now which room did she go to? He never did seem to remember which room was which in Nami's house. He didn't bother and he didn't find any use for it except to sleep in them, which didn't require him to identify the purposes of the room since he was able to sleep anywhere.

He hesitantly took a step forward before getting pulled into a room suddenly. Fighting instinct took over immediately. He turned swiftly, grabbed his attacker's wrists before slamming the unknown person onto the floor. He heard a gasp of surprise, but made no hesitation as he drew his katana and held it ready just above his attacker's neck.

"What the hell do you think you're – " he trailed off, totally surprised at the sight before him. Nico Robin was lying on the floor underneath him, her mouth opened in a small 'o' of surprise. He suddenly became conscientious of himself, finding the arm that was locked over her body to prevent her from escaping too close to her breasts. He could feel the soft flesh of them that was teasing him, almost as if daring him to move his hand upwards to feel them. He found himself too close to her, allowing him to fully breathe in her scent – some flower that he couldn't name right at the moment, her scent overwhelming his thoughts. Fantasies from his dreams came rushing back to him as he felt himself becoming hard. Mercy.

He let his eyes trail over her body, his breaths getting harsher as his eyes took in the sight before him. Her shirt, if nothing, was much successful in covering her skin than the other pieces of clothing she wore yesterday. His hand itched to just pull it over her head to set the pair of moulds that were straining against the thin material of her shirt free. The worst part, or the best part, were her legs. In the process of tackling her to the ground, her skirt, which was already very short to begin with, were hitched up to reveal black lace.

He reluctantly dragged his eyes back up to the face of the woman who was capable of eliciting such a response from him. "Kenshi-san? " she asked in that voice he knew all too well to tease her.

He grunted in response, leaning back and removing his arm around her before sliding his katana back. "I'm not going to ask you what you were trying to do, pulling me into your room," he paused, letting his gaze look over her well-furnished room and successfully locating his taken-katana, "since I was just going to get back my sword."

He walked over, retrieved it and walked hastily away from the doorway, trying to avoid any more contact with her. "Wait," she called softly from behind.

He froze in place, not bothering to reply or turn back. The constant reminders to stay cool and calm were keeping his thoughts busy. He was not going to react to her seductions, which were working extremely well by the way.

She took his silence as a cue for her to continue. "You're failing your History," she stated.

The fact that she said it in such a tone made him think that she was insulting him did something to increase his temper because of his pride. He turned around hotly. "I'm not!"

She raised her eyebrows, clearing amused. "Nami told me," she said as she sat down on her bed, crossing her legs casually which happened to expose more of her golden skin.

Don't get distracted, don't get distracted, he mentally scolded himself, trying his hardest to avert his gaze from her legs. "Er," was all that he was able to say.

"I'm an archaeologist."

"Right."

"I think I might be able to help you."

"I don't need your help!"

"Nami told me to help you."

"All the more I should refuse."

She inwardly smiled. Him and his pride, that was the part about him that attracted her most. Not to mention the defined muscles she could clearly see and his smell that was making her dizzy. No wait, she was in control of this weird relationship they had. She wasn't going to get controlled by her crazy desire for him.

"So you're just a coward who doesn't want a woman to help you just because you get a hard-on everytime you see her? That's fine by me," she said, prepared for the explosion from him.

"I DON'T GET A HARD-ON EVERYTIME I SEE YOU, I'M NOT ATTRACTED TO YOU, PRETENDING TO FIDDLE WITH YOUR SKIRT AND HITCHING IT HIGHER DOESN'T MAKE ME STARE AT YOUR LEGS!" he yelled. "AND I'M NOT A COWARD!"

There was a moment silence. He glanced downstairs quickly, hoping that the others wouldn't hear him. Thankfully, he was saved by Sanji's "Mellorine! Mellorine!" and Luffy's demand for meat.

"So you admitted you were staring at my legs."

"I said I didn't!"

"So you're afraid that you would stare at my legs the whole time while I help you with your work."

"No!"

"Then why are you declining my offer? I'm offering to give you free tuition."

"It's just… Just…"

"How about this, if you are able to achieve a B for your next exam with my help, I'll reward you. I'll do whatever you want me to do. In other words, I'll be your personal slave." She wasn't sure what made her say this; she had no idea why she was suddenly so enthusiastic about tutoring him. This wasn't her style, it made her sound desperate. But she had already said it; she couldn't take back her works.

He gawked at her. Was she mad? But the idea definitely did appeal to him.

"Well?"

"Okay," he mumbled.

She held out her hand and he shook it roughly. He was in such a bad temper to notice that how smooth her hand was, how it felt to hold her hand. He was about to let go when she tightened her grip, not allowing him to do so.

"What are you –" he stopped as she leant in and brushed her lips against him. It was brief, but he felt the electricity coursing through his body as his pants tightened again.

"See you tomorrow at 3 in this room," she whispered against his ear, sending shivers throughout his body. She stepped back, released his hand and walked out of the door, purposely flicking her hair back, causing her scent to reach him again.

It took him moments before he realized everything that had happened.

"DAMN THAT WOMAN!"

A/N: I really thought this chapter was kind of OOC for Zoro. Please tell me what you think, so please review! :D