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Chapter Three: Be Prepared

Zatarra rubbed her forehead and walked out to the shore line, she knew that when he was ready Zoro would come out and he would be able to see her.

"I didn't mean to make you scared," Zoro commented softly as he made his way to her. They stood together as they watched the ocean.

"I wasn't scared," Zatarra replied honestly but still getting a lifted eyebrow from Zoro. "I wasn't, my past is just…" Zatarra put her hands in the air and shook her head, "Complicated,"

"Isn't everyone's?" He questioned facing her watching as her soft ivory hair whipped around her tanned face as she looked down the bank at the ocean line. She looked up and slowly nodded, her face went calm and her eyebrows knitted together, "What is it?" Zoro asked pulling her from her thoughts.

"The tide will probably rise before we get back," Zatarra commented, "I just need to prepare a few things before we go into town," She said looking at the morning sun.

"Can I help?" Zoro asked squinting at the sky; Zatarra nodded and signaled him to follow her. They worked quickly together to move the firewood up the hill; they dug a small circular hole around the hut and made a pile of sand in front of the circle to help keep water away.

"It usually doesn't get close enough to bother the place but you never know," She said as she brought out a pitcher and two glasses, "Here," She said handing on glass of water to Zoro. He drank deeply and sighed after with a light smile.

"Thanks," He said rolling the glass around in his hand, she took the empty glass back and came back out with her shovel and started to dig again. They worked together for a while longer and then sat back in two well-made wooden chairs. "Where did you get these?" Zoro asked as he leaned back in his chair bumping elbows with Zatarra, she playfully bumped him back and smiled,

"I made them," She said proudly.

"Talented at making things?" Zoro asked, Zatarra nodded her head, "And healing?" Zatarra lost her smile but still nodded. "I see," He said off handedly.

"I work at a shipyard, I do lots of different kinds of builds but sometimes I get spare wood not needed for something and make things." She explained. "I'm tired now," Zatarra said smiling. Zoro plucked her out of her chair and set her softly down on his lap,

"If you fall asleep in your chair you'll get cold and wake up with cramps and be sick." Zoro explained tucking her in the nook of his shoulder. Zatarra didn't protest, mostly because she wanted to be there, but also because she wondered what it was like to be held tenderly. Zatarra looked up into his soft hazel eyes and smiled, she felt pulled to him, like she had to be around him. Zoro felt his hand go to the side of her face again as he softly stroked her cheek. Zatarra's eyes closed as she felt her body humming with pleasure as he felt her cheek and hair, something in him had awoken something in her, something she didn't know existed.

Zatarra felt her eyes fly open as soft yet rough lips touched hers, she calmed her nerves and closed her eyes again. She lifted her hand and laced her fingers through his moss colored locks. He made her feel so alive in this moment that she grew bolder, pushing her lips against his and softly flicking her tongue against his lips. Zoro parted his lips slightly to invite her for more and she hungrily accepted, her hands were now tangled in his hair as he laced one hand in her porcelain colored hair and he wrapped his other hand around her tiny waist. Zoro felt himself panting in spite of himself and knew that if he didn't stop now, he wouldn't be able to stop later. Zatarra pulled back and looked at him with her soft orchid eyes; he smiled at her and put her head on his shoulder.

Zatarra felt Zoro's muscle ripple underneath her as he began to doze off, Zatarra wondered if it would be safe to confide in this man and tell him about what she had gone through in the beginning of her life. Of course she could, she knew she could trust him with anything but something was stopping her. She knew his name, he was a pirate hunter and as such he would be up to date on bounties and she couldn't risk him taking her back to where she had escaped from so long ago. Zatarra felt her eyelids grow heavy and her body slowly relaxed against his, she could trust him but not with this, she could never trust anyone else ever again. Too many people had been hurt or worse because of her and she wasn't going to let that happen again no matter how she felt about the green haired man sleeping under her.