Title: Rumors
Rating: M
Author: EudaimonArisornae
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.
WARNING:SPOILERS up end of the Enies Lobby arc. This is set to take place immediately afterepisode 324.
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Chapter 7
"And then, the entire army ran away, quaking in fear, after I fired a single shot!" Usopp bragged, raising his fist in the air.
"Really?" Chopper cried, his huge eyes staring up at the long-nosed man in amazement.
"Yes, it's true! And did I tell you there were over ten thousand men in the army, too?"
"Amazing!" Chopper squealed, his eyes sparkling.
Sanji chuckled lightly, amused by Chopper's gullibility. He puffed on a cigarette and leaned against the rail of the Thousand Sunny.
Bright lights reflected off of the calm ocean, bathing the large ship in moonlight. So romantic, Sanji thought wistfully. He heard light footsteps behind him, and he eagerly turned around with his arms outstretched, hoping that Nami had come to enjoy the beautiful evening with him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Zoro grunted, smacking Sanji's hands out of the way.
"Dammit," Sanji yelled. "I thought you were Nami-san." He leaned back on the rail, assuming his original position.
"Why would you think I was Nami?" Zoro asked suspiciously.
Sanji scowled. "Your footsteps sounded like delicate, feminine footsteps. Of course I assumed it would be Nami, or even Robin-chan."
"Feminine footsteps? Just because I don't stomp around like an angry bull doesn't mean my footsteps are feminine!" he sneered at him angrily. "Maybe if you didn't buy such oversized shoes, you wouldn't make so much racket."
"My shoes fit me perfectly, you shitty marimo…" Sanji started.
"Hey, come on, you guys," Chopper called out to the arguing men. "You two are always fighting!"
Sanji glanced at Zoro darkly. "I'm going to go find Nami-san," he muttered. Zoro glared back at him.
The cook slowly walked to the other end of the ship, searching for the orange-haired navigator. Yet before he could find her, he was accosted by Luffy.
"Hey, Sanji, give me some food. I'm starving!" he exclaimed.
"You just ate an hour ago, Luffy." Sanji took a long drag off of his cigarette.
"But I'm hungry," the Captain protested.
"Alright, fine," Sanji conceded. He started to walk toward the kitchen. Luffy eagerly followed him.
"Do you know where Nami-san went?" Sanji asked him when they reached the kitchen.
"Yeah, she went to her room a little while ago," Luffy replied.
"Already?" He raised a curled eyebrow in surprise. "It's a bit early to sleep."
"Well, she said something about needing Franky to come with her."
"What?" Sanji blurted in surprise.
"Yeah," Luffy went on. "He was in her room for a long time this afternoon, too. Franky told me."
Sanji's face darkened. The two had disappeared for several hours that day. The cook had been slightly suspiciously after Nami and Franky's banter at the breakfast table, and then their private conversation after breakfast.
A wave of jealousy passed over him. "Oh, my Nami-swan, how could you do this to me?" he wailed.
"What are you talking about?" Luffy asked.
The crestfallen cook buried his face in his hands. "You don't want to know."
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Franky tapped on Robin's door softly. The door opened abruptly, and a slender hand pulled him inside. He grunted in surprise.
Robin was sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed in front of her and her palms facing upward. The arms that yanked him into the room were sprouting from the inner door frame.
He grinned at her and carefully shut the door closed behind him. As soon as the door slipped into the latch with a loud click, he quickly closed the distance between them and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
At first, he felt her mouth tighten in surprise, but then she softened the kiss and started to return the soft brushes of his tongue against her own.
"Sorry, couldn't wait to do that any longer," Franky said with amusement when they pulled their lips apart. He continued to hold her firmly in his arms. He studied her unreadable expression with a mixture of joy and apprehension; he was happy to be with her again, but her own feelings were so difficult to determine.
"You look troubled," Robin stated mildly. He averted his gaze for a moment and loosened his grip on her. She reassuring put her hand on his arm.
"It's been a crazy day, that's all," he replied quickly. "Your navigator's practically made me a slave."
"How did she manage to do that?"
"She told me that she'll tell the rest of the crew about this morning if I didn't help her out with a few things," he said, forcing a laugh. "I wasn't really sure what you'd want me to do, so I went with it."
Robin laughed softly. "That sounds like something Miss Navigator would do."
He shook his head disapprovingly. "She's scary," he noted.
"Thank you, Franky," she said sincerely.
"Huh? For what?"
"For going along with it," she told him. "I think it would less trouble if we kept this a secret for the time being."
Franky sighed. "I don't know if dealing with that insane woman is what I'd call less trouble," he remarked. He gently brushed a few stray strands of dark hair away from her face. "But if it's what you want me to do, I'll do it."
She leaned forward and kissed his lightly on his cheek. "Thank you," she said again, wrapping her arms around him.
"So just to be clear," Franky started, cupping her chin and pressing his lips against her, "Is this all still okay?"
"Of course," she laughed, pulling him into another kiss.
And just like that, the anxious feeling that had been weighing upon his shoulders melted away. He was a little surprised that one woman could have such a profound effect on his mood.
As they kissed, Franky felt the time slip away, losing track of anything but the sweet taste of her mouth. Without realizing it, he found himself lying next to her in the bed once again, half-undressed and tracing his fingers across her lacy black undergarments.
He broke away from her mouth for a moment and gently started to plant kisses across her neck. He inhaled deeply, turned on by the light scent of flowers that always seemed to cling to her, like the faintest trace of perfume. He didn't know how much time had passed since he first came into her room, but he silently wished that time could stop, if only for a little while.
"Franky," she breathed softly, arching her back slightly as he continued to delicately press his lips against her neck. "Don't stop doing that." Her fingernails lightly dug into the back of his shoulder.
"I won't," he mumbled softly into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. He slid a hand across her supple breasts, tracing his fingers against her undergarments.
And then they were naked, with him lying on his back and the slender girl on top of him, her body curved forward and her lips against his. Soft tendrils of black hair brushed the sides of his face and neck. He buried one of his hands in her hair, running the silky strands through his fingers. He felt a pang of regret, wishing that he could still feel the way he used to.
Robin sat up for a moment. Unexpectedly, Franky felt her slide onto his throbbing erection, deeply thrusting herself against him. He opened his mouth in surprise, letting out a satisfied moan. He propped himself up into a sitting position and kissed her.
With the dark-haired woman on top of him, Franky found himself having a much more difficult time controlling his release. Her motions were steady and fervid, thrusting him deep into her, and causing a shockwave of pleasure to course throughout his body.
"You might need to slow down for a second, Robin," he gasped finally, holding onto her shoulders tightly. The merciless woman made no effort to slow her pace.
She smiled wickedly and leaned over until her lips were barely touching his. "Is that the best you can do?" she taunted.
His eyes widened as he met her intense gaze. "What a wicked woman you can be," he murmured teasingly. Pulling her tightly against him, he quickened his own pace, using all his willpower to hold back his release.