Wanda panted heavily, her pants louder and louder every moment. Zoro groaned loudly as he fell beside her with a content smile on his face.
"I won." He mumbled breathing deeply. His voice sounded rougher than usual.
"Damnit, I'm losing my touch." Wanda was on all fours smacking the deck.
"Hey you two love birds," Usopp's voiced yelled. Zoro and Wanda glared at him. Usopp winced, their gazes were terrifying. "Sanji said that the food is ready." He said and rushed to disappear before anything could happen. Better be safe.
"You owe me." Zoro said as he sat up and smacked Wanda on her back. She groaned and kicked his leg causing him to flinch.
"I don't remember making a deal with you."
"Let's make one now then." Zoro said huskily. Wanda took a long breath finally feeling her body relax from the fight. Cold breeze moved the hair from her face and caressed her slightly rosy cheeks. Her lips were parted and Zoro couldn't help but eye them, remembering his tongue inside her mouth. Zoro felt strange heat spreading throughout his body; he wanted to stop, but knew that there was no way to.
"I don't want to." She turned away showing refusal with all her being.
"That's why I don't like women." Zoro snapped.
Wanda looked back at him with a strange smile playing on her lips. Zoro looked at her in confusion until he finally got what she was hinting at.
"That's not what I meant damnit."
Wanda stood up. She stretched feeling her back click. It was an unpleasant feeling but nothing bothered her more than being with Zoro for so long. Wanda felt strangely comfortable with a green haired man. Their arguments and fights were like a consolation to her; they made her forget. Yet what scared her most was - she liked being with him.
"I'm going," she finally said, but before she could move Zoro grabbed her hand. Wanda looked at him.
"Let's make a deal." He repeated looking at her seriously.
"Why the hell are you so persistent?" she snapped finally letting her emotions take over her. Zoro didn't answer. Even if he wanted to say something, nothing decent came to mind. The two continued looking at each other.
"I want to."
She blinked. "That's it?"
"What's more?"
"In your case – nothing." She rolled her eyes. Zoro wondered what she meant by that, but didn't ask. "What do you want?"
"I want you to be my woman." He said almost unsure of his words. Wanda's eyes widened in confusion and shock. She wondered if she heard him correctly, but Zoro didn't leave her to wonder for long. "Be mine."
Wanda's eye twitched; she pulled her hand away abruptly. His touch burnt her skin. Zoro waited for her answer. His whole being didn't express anything, as if the guy froze.
"I don't know why you said that, nor do I understand, but it doesn't make a difference. I'm sorry there is no way I can or ever will be yours." Wanda's voice was colder than usual; she avoided looking at him.
"I get it." was all Zoro said before turning around and walking away. Wanda looked at his broad shoulders and strong back feeling her heart ache. The pain was almost too great to bear and unwillingly she clenched the t-shirt she was wearing.
That evening Zoro didn't come for supper. He didn't talk to anyone nor did he bother doing anything else. He just slept or so everyone thought. Zoro's face was emotionless and all his being eradiated dangerous aura. Wanda wanted to approach him yet did not dare. She understood well enough that she was the cause of his distortion.
Very quietly she made her way to the other side of the ship and situated herself the way so she could see the swordsman well. He was like a statue – motionless. Wanda bit her lip and turned away. There was nothing she could do. It was better that way. She shouldn't get attached; it was for the best for both of them…for the best if neither got involved with each other.
A blanket was dropped on the sleeping girl but she didn't wake up. Black hair was spread over all over; some was stuck to her lips. The man leaned over and carefully removed the naughty strands from her face. His fingers traced her cheek carefully savouring the feeling of the softness. The girl moaned in her sleep and shifted. Her arm escaped from the blanket and rested on the deck. Even though she didn't have a pillow, the girl looked comfortable as she was.
He took her hand in his and brought it to his face. His lips touched the inner part of it, planting a gentle kiss. He pressed it to his cheek enjoying the warmth. He continued planting soft kisses almost forgetting himself.
"Mmm…" the girl shifted once more causing the man to freeze. "Zo…ro…" she whispered turning away and clutching onto the blanket he covered her with.
He leaned closer and kissed her temple. "Wanda…"