Short... simple hope you still enjoy it. I do not own One Piece!
rating: K
Hands
Zoro was constantly amazed and attracted to Robin's beauty, skills and determination. The way he saw it she was a goddess and he was lucky to not only have her as a nakama but as a lover and despite feeling like the idiot love cook he knew it was true. Yet what attracted him the most were her hands, which given her ability was somewhat ironic.
They were slender and graceful; wrapped around a cup of coffee or flipping a page of a book.
They were compassionate and loving; running through his hair while he dozed or caressing his skin.
They were strong and unyielding; clutching or grabbing enemies without mercy.
Zoro watched as Robin reached up and twisted a stray strand of hair behind her ear before returning her hand to rest on his stomach her thumb moving slightly to caress his skin. He reached for it with his own hand intertwining their fingers together and bringing them to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss first against her fingers and then the back of her hand before they once again rested on his stomach interlocked.
He had heard Nami say once that focusing on a insignificant detail was a definite sign of affection. He supposed that it was true after all he had caught Nami staring at Luffy's scar more times than he could remember. However this wasn't the case with him and Robin's hands because her hands were not an insignificant detail. They were a part of who she was at her core they were just like the rest of her beautiful and graceful with an inner strength that he was sure rivalled his own.
Just like the rest of her Zoro was in love with Robin's hands.
