Conquering You

by ZoRoska

[TRANSLATED FROM SPANISH] Hot and spicy situations caused by Nico Robin in his attempts to conquer Roronoa Zoro, after clarifying his feelings and goals after a rescue and kindness by a certain swordsman. Narrative described by Nico Robin's point of view. ZoroxRobin, ZoRobin.

11. Chapter 11

The only

My stomach curls, impossible to contain the sensations that the small creatures generate inside it, which are provoked by feeling like Zoro does not reject me and better even. He is also kissing me!

I feel how sensations begin to invade me that I once believed I would never feel in this life that was declared to me in an unjust and painful way, repeatedly, snatching away any small happiness that I once enjoyed or wanted to enjoy. Those sensations that I could only imagine or see as other individuals enjoy it. I testified that my time had passed and that I would end up alone, watching others enjoy it.

But, again, he has made me rethink and re-calculate everything around me, he has made me reborn again and all those thoughts were removed from my consciousness, leaving room for new sensations and experiences that in the future he would offer me or more precisely he is offering me. These unique and inexplicable sensations that make the words as unclean, insufficient and worthless as to describe any detail, but I do not mind finding words at the right height, I love this raw sensation, unprocessed, is so ... hot and exciting.

I can feel how these burning sensations start in my lips and flow through my body, increasing my temperature, the softness of his curly hair in my hands, these that bring our faces closer guided by the desire to deepen and focus on this wonderful discovery. I feel his hands on my waist, as one of them goes up my back to where the bra should be, if I had put it in the beginning, his hand lowers back to the level of my waist, with a touch so soft improper of his thick and calloused hands, touches softer than my skin has been able to obtain on previous occasions.

As if he really didn't want to touch me, as if he wanted to avoid any action that could ruin the spell that our lips conjure, his hands, his lips, his caresses, his presence require me to let go of a gasp sunk in pleasure, I don't take long to fulfill every letter, but unfortunately it also interrupts the kiss, Obviously I mentally curse everybody, but when I separate I feel his breath bumping into my mouth, warm and accelerated making me understand that I am not the only one facing consequences, that I have snatched his breath like him from me, and that there would possibly be more kisses to conjure up.

The taste of his lips impregnated in mine, I lick my lips finding a thread of spit that continued to connect me with him, he takes me away from sanity with his soft touches on my back and waist, I hear how he tries to control his breathing. But I, unable to hold back my desire, once again take possession of his upper lip by giving him a quick kiss and biting him, and then continue by his attached face.

I kiss the tip of his nose, his cheek, his eyelid, he diverted me up to his temple crossing all his forehead to reach the other side, under his injured eye with a slight touch of my lips on them, I reach the line of his jaw not without first leaving my trace on his cheek on this side, feeling as his temperature on the face has changed, he is possibly flushed, with the help of my kisses I draw his jaw in my mind.

When I reach his chin, I 'bite' him covering my teeth, after a mental sigh I go up to his lips again and kiss him again, this time already using my tongue for a real kiss, not without first holding his cheeks on both sides to indicate to him what I would do next, giving him the option to avoid me if he wanted, but I wish not even a thought to lean to that side.

With my tongue moistened with spit, I moisten his lips licking them consciously, ending by gluing my tongue to his teeth asking for entry, an entry into a world that I would like to explore with him, or rather of him. When our tongues touch I am startled by the spark that runs through my spine, he takes advantage and tries to tame my tongue, but I cannot deny him a fight, I will not allow him to bend me.

The sound that our kiss generates sounds so fleshly and sexual, our fluids mixed in our mouths taste like the purest aphrodisiac of the highest quality that I could never prove made by the finest alchemist that ever existed. Causing my existence to be abandoned in the deepest and darkest swamp of immeasurable lust and desire.

I realize that he gets up when I no longer feel the carpet on my knee or with my feet, possibly wanting to find a better environment and comfort than sitting on the floor, lying on a bed sounds much more charming, I hope he takes care of that while I concentrate on us. The lack of air tortures me by whipping me in allusion to separating myself and allowing my lungs to work properly, impeded by a deficiency of resources.

I feel like we go down and my back touch the be- fur of the carpet?

The straight floor answers my mental question, I have better ideas of comfortable places inside this space, perhaps it will only have surrendered to find the bed in this enormous place, I can notice the new illumination in this dark room with the eyelids closed, I open my eyes and I can see it, with the red atmosphere, by the moon that still marks its presence and that promises to accompany us. Lying on the carpet I can see it above me, between my legs open, with his lips slightly swollen and half-open looking for a little air, with his huge arms anchored to the ground both sides of my trunk, supporting his body of warrior, I can not avoid blushing at the sight and to be observed intensely by the only eye that can see my weakness, I have taken too much risk.

Tsk, he will have brought me here to observe me, study me, asking for explanations for my actions, although I can also do the same, he does not express anger or discomfort, so I think it is a good sign for me to move forward, nor can I see the confusion that I imagined, he will have already deciphered my intentions before, I only see him, neutral, a neutrality that is killing me inside, by the lack of answers and questions that could arise on his part, but his eye expresses me exactly what this situation should generate, but I am afraid that it is only that and that tomorrow everything returns to normal, at least I have verified that I can bring him to this state, he is not immune to me.

The illumination only shows my face and part of my neckline, leaving everything else even in the darkness of the room, I can only see his face and neck with the slight marks that I have left. Attempting to acclimatize the situation I take my hand to his right cheek, looking at his open eye which has not stopped observing me since I opened my eyes, recognizing the place and observing him. So quiet, is he thinking as many things as I'm doing right now? Unable to follow the path I have opened, cleaned and polished for a comfortable walk.

Although I cannot blame him, I am also terrified to say a few simple words, those simple words that I have read trillions of times, I cannot pronounce them with fear embracing myself so tightly, simple words but too valuable, that could be so easily discarded, stepped on, buried in an instant, although I trust that my man will not do any of those evils to him, I have gone over it so many times in my head generating countless situations, everything becomes very natural, words come out and the atmosphere ends, but why can't I do a simple action? My vocal cords don't synchronize and leave me speechless. Why am I afraid? The trap of anticipating my reactions? Or his own?

"Nico Robin" his voice diverts me from my worsening thoughts as I sink into myself, my lifeline again. Pronouncing my name in all its splendor, in an exciting whisper, from those lips mistreated by mine, I have never liked so much to hear my full name because listening to them in the mouths of others has brought me misfortune, nor has it excited me so much, I smile at him with the purest intentions, only to realize that I have been biting my lips for a long time, I imitate his action pronouncing his name also in a whisper, that without having to work it has come out too fiery describing my desire to drown in lust. While I continue caressing his cheek with gentleness.

Ugh, do you like torturing me? Observing all the shameful actions that I can't control right now, I hate this stupid situation, I feel that I don't have control over myself, that I'm too vulnerable, a target of your intense gaze and possible teasing, please stop looking at me, "..." the words don't come out again. Do I feel so ashamed? How hot will my face be?

Suddenly he comes down in a slow movement that despairs me, I close my eyes to avoid despair and having to run him over, waiting for the kiss that would respond to everything, a small and unjust reward, in case my opinion has value in that pointed and green head. He joins our lips, a punishment, but I suppose he wants to find out his own feelings, I do not lie that a slight sadness invades me. It follows my chin and kisses it with greater freedom following my jaw until it reaches my ear, which bites it and licks to find out my reactions for them. It is still a reward without height.

"Robin, what will Law think of all this," but what does it mean?, who cares what Torao thinks?, why exactly him? A wrong conclusion about my behavior toward him while we had that alliance against Kaidou? It is probably the barrier that is separating me from him, finally some of his thoughts, and a barrier that seems to want to be destroyed at this moment, "..." explaining and concentrating is complicated for me by his cadent kisses that leave me with less and less defenses.

His lips taste my neck, after trying to look for a weakness where he has it, but what he doesn't know is that before his kisses my whole body is weak, "He will think... what he wants...not...is important... why...is that coming to?" gathering forces I can answer him among the gasps that prevent me from speaking fluently. He comes down from my neck and discovers the shape and angle of my collarbone, to be an 'important' question asked by him he did not notice the concern on his part, I suppose that at the time he faced him of having given an affirmative answer. Zoro fighting for me, I love it.

Or in my favor he can't go back now that he's tried it and he liked it even better, because he goes down my torso using the tip of his tongue as a means to mark the road he's traveled, I think it's the most sensible option. "If I am not mistaken...I have noticed an approach from...Punk Hazard...and other situations from now on have led me to believe several things" obviously Zoro was watching the other pirate of the alliance, looking for any small trace of betrayal that could sentence our crew, in order to be able to sentence the life of the traitor, I have realized it several times, his vigilance is very heavy, I know it because I have felt it in my back when entering this crew to have been an enemy in the beginning.

Although I, worried about my family, also watched Torao at the time because the alliances between pirates do not exist and convinced of it, I approached him looking for information and clues with a direct conversation, but there was never anything else during those complicated times that we all faced, I will have to take out of his head all that bad equation of his thinking neurons.

I have never appreciated his ability to speak without problems while his mouth is busy, it is a dream skill, it would be a pleasure to know how busy he can get to have the mouth, although now his deadly ability presents me with quite impediments to having to explain, more when his kisses continue for the south arriving between my breasts and with his cheeks touching them and that these anxious wait to be the next in being the objectives of so sweet kisses, of this form I will not be able to fulfill my mission, the tact of his lips going up to my right chest, received with an exclamative gasp of my part, indicates that I must act quickly or I will not have another opportunity in a good glorious time.

With both hands I hold his face and drag him to the level of my face, he licks his lips in a sensual provocation on his part, impossible for me not to succumb to it, my demons kill me inside to prevent him from continuing with his session now in my frustrated nipple which was already celebrating his victory, all by a few words, important, but words after all, fortunately his only eye shines by desire, demanding me to speak quickly to be able to continue, a brightness reflected in mine, surely.

A sigh to approach the situation, although this ends here I will continue trying it, the unfortunate part is that I will have to end up in the bath, alone, for the first time I only need a wish to be fulfilled in this moment, another sigh "Zoro...for several...years...I have armed, manufactured and dressed weapons and armor around me to prevent people from continuing to hurt me ... however you appeared. Cutting each one of them every time you get close."

"Weak... for the emotions I avoided because of my lifestyle, emotions that despite being old confuse me when I look in a mirror."

"You're the only one who can get my thoughts through and out of order, the only one who can make me nervous, and insecure, lower my gaze."

"You're the only one who can get Nico Robin to have hopes and desires. Desires to explore new horizons that she never believed she could ever desire, to want to fulfill those desires and her great dream of someone by her side".

"You're the only one who can force me to say such shameful things. You are...the...only..." I approach his face which keeps both eyes closed and I kiss him on the lips unable to continue investigating with words which leave me exposed and completely naked, some tears have appeared on my face for it, showing a hellish and human weakness which I do not like to admit, I will never be able to see him again in the eyes with neutral comfort for having opened me up to this point.

In an attempt to get strength for after all this, I use my tongue to let me invade his mouth, but he has remained motionless, perhaps impressed by my statement and choice of words that have made my emotional state too clear, or perhaps it is just a simple, plain and direct rejection of someone who does not want to hurt and lose a friend. With a logical deduction I declare the end with a hole in the chest and release him from my possibly uncomfortable grip on his lips and face.

But my conclusions for my eternal happiness I can leave forgotten to the most distant, dark and putrid garbage dump of this city, to feel as he himself kisses me after having liberated him and give up to get something from his side, he does it with the intensity and passion that I have been looking for, which forces me to go back and return to the ground, with a clear meaning in the forehead, meaning that my impatient ears wait for these to reach them.

Zoro finally finishes kissing me when he feels like the air is starting to lack me, and he observes me after getting up to a height where I could have a good view and with the necessary space for me to breathe normally, with great effort and shame I hold his gaze that right now begins to disarm me.

A practical exercise is to play with her face using the fingers of my hands through soft movements and touches on her cheeks, which helps me not to bend by her presence alone. A slight sigh I hear born in his lips "I like your company, but I am not sure if we share the same" with the face he is using I can say that his words are true and it is my duty to help him in his doubts, someone with a life so sharp and brute will not have trained his sentimental skills, although it is the same for me despite having my thoughts clear. This is something I will have to sow with him patiently.

" By the way you kiss me I would say yes... If you focus on deciphering it you will realize it" and my gaze falls out of his eye when I notice how a small smile transforms the shape of his lips when he hears my words. Tsk, I bite my lip for my choice of words, but I needed to say it because it was a clear sign that he has already decided, but he doesn't realize it.

As if it were possible, my cheeks increase in temperature, as he approaches his face. Tsk, control yourself. "Maybe I should try again" the beats in my chest sound like cannon shots in the middle of a war that promise to burst my heart causing me internal bleeding to death, cruel destiny being so close to a primary luxury, denied and snatched "Here I am" very clear my disposition towards him, something I could never deny him, playing or not, I will follow him closely.

I close my eyes to give him more 'magic' when our lips join again, he takes his time and of course I must endure with my own desire, a sweet and arrogant penance, I deduce that his hand caresses my face when our tongues enter into an affair between them. I stretch him out with my hands still on his green hair to scare away any hint of tiny shame or shyness, mine as his, but I did not expect our breasts to touch, my nipple and face to burn with contact making fire run down my poor column and groan in his mouth.

If at any time I cease to be excited, now I am excited again, though I think it unlikely that I am both half-naked. In a shorter period of time than I expected Zoro separates and watches me, I bite my lower lip and he smiles again slightly, one of the shy I suppose.

"I guess..." "OoIii, ZOROOO!" I instinctively wanted to quickly move away from my place on the floor, terrified of being found half-naked, under a half-naked Zoro, but my reason stopped me at the very moment when I put my hands on Zoro's chest, what a stupid thing to do, nothing matters now. With my hand I can realize how strong and fast his heart beats, how unfair that he can act so normally, to my difference affects me as if I had been infected with a deadly and incurable disease of uncontrollable symptoms, but falling in love is a synonym, isn't it?

I see how he deviates his gaze towards the balcony, I can notice how his cheeks have darkened, ashamed to have unmasked him from so well worked and cautious work, using as an excuse to want to listen better to the voice that has interrupted him, interrupted us, Why does such a natural act melt my stomach? As Luffy would say, I have a mysterious stomach.

"ZOOROOOOOO!" that voice belongs to Luffy, what matter is so important to succeed in waking him up at dawn from his monstrous dream? Tsk, and I can't hate him for being one of my liberators, but that doesn't mean I can't be annoyed. The same annoyance I see on his face when he realizes that he cannot refuse a call from his captain. " I come back" I know I don't have authority, I can't compete with his loyalty and friendship, and I can only nod defeated, our lips are united again by his initiative, frankly I didn't expect it and before answering, he ends up kissing my cheeks and getting up, going towards the balcony to meet with the maximum authority of our group of 'delinquents'.

Tsk, those round, worked buttocks that tempt me, I watch them walk away.

As energetic as Luffy is, they'll probably chat for a while, it's time to get up from the floor and explore the floor on my own, get to know the place that gives me the opportunity to share our first night together, our only red first night, what mystery surrounds that Moon? Getting information from the inhabitants of this island sounds exciting and revealing, but there will be time for questions and mysteries later on, more urgent topics run through my thoughts and ideas.

The lighting is too poor, several curtains prevent the access of light to the place, I draw them to one side to allow more lighting, the curtains that from here hide most of the balcony are the largest, by moving them aside I get a better view of the penthouse, beautiful and elegant. I can't see the floor by the soft carpet, I calculate a dark color. But where will our clothes be? My memory refuses to remind me of any event.

I go to the room to notice that they are still dark, the electric light does not work after trying with the light switch, I hope there are curtains, after touching the walls finally feel the texture of the fabric and I run to one side, the room lights up and I can see the bed, unarranged, I guess the bed where we were asleep, a closet, a drawer, Zoro katanas lying on the drawer, his clothes and my shoes.

A door with bath symbol, I go to the closet looking for my clothes, robes, shirts, t-shirts, slippers all 'pink', the best thing is to take preventive measures and put something on before someone wants to appear here, a robe is easy to put on and take off, in case that someone is Zoro, the robe burns my skin when sliding through it, tsk I am very sensitive and excited.

When I am about to go to bed, with my foot I can feel that I have stepped on something else, my clothes hidden by the shadow of the bed on the floor too? What happened? To have to throw my clothes and forget them on the floor, this is very interesting.

I climb on the bed after folding my clothes and putting them on the drawer with the lamp that is on my side, when I go to bed, immediately the smell of Zoro reaches my nose, and I can not help sinking my face in the pillow he had used, a manly overwhelming essence, his shirt reaches my mind, and as if I were a starving carnivorous beast, I throw myself towards my prey, almost falling to the ground, I stretch my arm and reach his shirt, I smell it, and his masculine essence stimulates my senses.

Very stimulating, at this step I will cum without his direct contact, the expectation and anticipation are killing me of pleasure, What is it that they will be saying so much to each other? I fold his clothes and put them in the drawer on his side and bring my shoes to my side, I sit in bed when I hear a noise coming from the balcony, the door closing, I imagine, the best thing to do is to go look for Zoro before his sense of orientation ends up prolonging my wait.

I find him heading towards this place, yawning and scratching his hair, I smile at him without measuring the reasons when I see how the serious Zoro of penetrating look has returned, being close enough before he takes another step, I approach him and kiss him around his neck, savoring these addictive lips, that surely from now on I will have to drink more cups of coffee to avoid throwing myself at Zoro at every moment.

Zoro still kisses me, but I feel a little resistance, something has happened. I separate when I notice it and I observe the depth of its eye, "We have orders of the captain" says those alcoholic lips that have left me drunk with pleasure, I hope it is important the interruption that comes. I feel the bed on my back covered by the robe, Zoro climbs over me before trying to sit or fix my position. He kisses my neck, and my breath becomes magically heavy, "The captain suffers, agonizes, is tormented" he pronounces eloquently without neglecting my neck, going down to my neckline, he kisses the skin uncovered on my chest stopped by the cloth of the robe, why did I decide to put it on at first? I feel the same as the captain.

I try to undo the belt of the robe, but Zoro's hand prevents me from doing it, he pushes it aside and presses it against the bed, surprise, he himself undoes it with another hand "afflicted, harassed, martyred, desolate, harassed for dragging" without taking his lips off my skin, which has now increased by the open robe, letting see my girls, also tormented by wanting a chance to feel those lips harassing them, is slowly approaching one of them, while my panting becomes heavier, is very close.

But he doesn't reach them, with the tip of his tongue he walks the previous way that his lips made until reaching my neck again and stops, I open my eyes to ask him what reasons exist and he knows to keep me waiting and commit such an injustice. "hunger in his back. We have less than 10 minutes to be ready and go down to the first floor" Damn nature that decided that man must feed to continue existing, damn the universe that created nature, damn everyone. I do not know how to express 'cursed everyone' so an empty expression that preaches anger and disappointment is the right one to wear on the face.

He pretends not to notice and gets up, "I'll take a shower" he says 'going' to the bathroom. I sigh and sit on the bed "Luffy is not the only one suffering" I say low enough that he can hear it with his trained ears.

"The bathroom is this way," I point with my finger at the bathroom door. He turns and looks at me, looks at my hand and the direction he points "I knew it, I was just... ..." he says without losing sight of the door muttering something I can't hear because of the thunderous heartbeats in my chest.

"I accompany you" when I stop thinking things and feel that I am doing what I must do, I get these words from the most remote corner of my deepest desires, I immediately surprise myself, I have left too much freedom, although I am intrigued to know the method he used to kindly reject me, I sigh for my warned future. "Hurry," he says, opening the door and entering, without closing it, the face of surprise on my face must be a poem, because I am incredulous before his word of crude affirmation.

I stand so fast my neurons connect thought to each other normally, my cheeks light up before the thoughts of the two of us naked under the same shower, I hasten to the damn door that wanted to separate me from Zoro, now I laugh at it for its broken plot, I go through it and close it seeking to fulfill the thoughts of which my cheeks are ashamed. I observe with attention the interior, luxurious and with a naked Zoro taking a shower, with its well formed buttocks to the air, the best hotel of the universe.

I take off my robe like someone who will be dragged to hell, and hang it on the hanger, I take off the only underwear I have on and put it in the laundry basket, where there is also Zoro's, I grab hygienic materials that could serve me in this shower and I go to my gallant companion, with each step my pulse threatens to leave my veins unusable while I watch Zoro who is on his back, with his head pointing upwards, letting the water hit his face, Clearing his mind? Am I causing abnormal behaviors in him who needs to relax his mind? I feel excited and that I have him in my hands, I'm sure they will appreciate Zoro.

A hit on my forehead and nose, a little laugh from Zoro, were the clues that life offers me to realize that there is a glass wall, transparent and too clean that I must cross to meet my beloved. How shameful, a naked Zoro is too distracting for a poor, hungry woman like me.

I walk through sliding the door to one side, ashamed for not noticing the detail I should have noticed instantly, maybe I also have to clear my mind, let the water slap me in the face, I leave the soap and shampoo in their respective repositories in this small wet glass room. I approach Zoro with my eyes up, not wanting to remain idiotized in front of him when I see the member that provokes envy and jealousy in his crewmates, not yet.

" Allow me" I say when I put my hands on his chest to take him away from the cold water, my voice has described the pleasure that I am feeling when coming out fiery, I bite my lip when not being able to hide it, Zoro opens his eye and without giving me time he is already kissing me, task that I do not think twice to imitate him, hugging me by the waist doing that between our bodies there is no space that interfere, I feel its member in my skin, in my belly, erect and hard, I cannot avoid to groan mentally by this type of appreciation, because my lips are busy, I cannot avoid to bring our hips closer, to open a little my legs and to provoke friction against its masculinity, uncontrollable spasms take control of my main organ in my hip, the air escapes me and my legs lose a little strength.

With my hands still on his chest, I force myself to temporarily end our kiss, which I have just committed madness, but I have only gone far enough to be able to breathe correctly. My heavy and agitated breathing is the last clue to realize that I have had a small orgasm, by rubbing against his limb, an orgasm that was about to kill me for not being able to complete it, a small one that gives me a huge hunger for a bigger one.

The water in my head has finally deigned to reappear, I open my eyes and see Zoro with a slight smile, I think he has guessed what has happened to me in these short seconds. "Pass me the shampoo, I'll help you with the hair" when I think about kissing him again to erase his connoisseur smile I get that, but his actions are not identified with his words because he has not moved. Do I have the extreme task of setting us completely aside for this time really shower?

Selfish on his part.

A divine test to which I am obliged to overcome.

Well, the captain waits in 'agony', in agony I force his chest and move away, I bring the damn shampoo, delighted to feel like Zoro washes my hair, in the end it is not a waste of time. When I reach the material and turn around, I can't help but lower my eyes to observe his object. My eyes are impressed, but I quickly raise them to his eye, to avoid side effects, but it is late to feel my cheeks provoked again. He doesn't smile as I thought he would when I find myself unable to contain my curiosity.

"You take care of the soap," he says when the shampoo travels from my hands to his, and I return again, now to get the soap, I stay on his forehead, with the soap in my hand and he asks me to turn my back to get better access to my hair, makes sure that all my hair is wet and carries it on my back, I feel the thick liquid being spilled on my head, then feel Zoro's hands spreading the liquid all over my hair, gently massaging my scalp as if I were used to washing other people's hair-. Damn Robin forgets these meaningless deductions and just enjoys what Zoro is doing to us.

You are the one who deduces now you blame me, this should be a small reward for everything I've had to over- "It won't help if you wait for me to finish so you can use the soap" his voice saves me from this pointless discussion between my brain and my brain, this is the rarest situation that has ever happened to me. Her fingers on my head help my brain to relax after this talk, I can already lather my body burning with desire.

When soaping my breasts I feel like my nipples hurt for the constant excitement that I have managed to maintain since several minutes ago, since already before having kissed us on the floor, I must make Zoro know them or I will not get peace from them, my crotch is not inferior to my breasts and agonizes more than the captain, lathering her with care to avoid any groaning that wants to appear in surprise.

Why do I feel that I am masturbating? it is only an innocent act of hygiene, Zoro because of your fault I can not wash my crotch, when I reach my clitoris unconsciously I step back, feeling his member between my buttocks and back, a groan, high enough for my taste, I can not keep to myself.

The water also appears on my head when I have backed up, undoing the shampoo in my hair, Zoro continues in his work making sure that the water dissipates the shampoo completely in my long mane, something he can do with one hand. Fuck it all, I can't stand it anymore, I shouldn't miss the fact of having it so close. I bite my lip, in a painful and impatient waiting, I feel that I get excited only by imagining to bring to reality my desires.

"Help me here" I say after holding his hand, lathering it as an excuse and leaving it in front of my crotch, waiting for him to take the necessary step, step that is taken immediately, happily without having to make me wait, I put up with the initial moans, but I know that I won't be able to hold them for so long. I immediately lean on the wall with my hands.

I feel that the water in my crotch is not the only liquid present, too warm to be shower water, feeling like Zoro leaves my hair, finishing the secondary task on my body, I turn off the shower, avoiding the waste of water, who am I kidding? I just want to concentrate on a skillful hand that now invades all my wet intimacy, I can clearly feel how it explores each area without forgetting anything, it doesn't soap it because the water took it before it even touches me.

I feel how it explores my lips, how it tempts the entrance and rises again, how it caresses the skin that hides my clitoris which is when I can no longer hold the exit of my groans. And yes, the water is not what is leaving all my crotch a little sticky.

The desire to feel his mouth on my breasts increases like the desire to want to make him feel what I'm feeling, so I weakly grab his hand and pull him away, I turn around and retreat with the forces that remain in my legs until I have the wall on my back, dragging him by the hand, I put him back in my crotch, I hold his face and kiss him on the lips, a kiss that I can not maintain.

A sacrifice that I can grant without any complaint.

I separate him because my gasps steal my air and for not being able to breathe while I kiss him, I stick my forehead to his and observe the resplendent look that decorates his face, illuminated by excitement, I imagine that for having me begging at his mercy and desire, I breathe desperately for what his fingers provoke me.

After a while, in fact I do not know how time flows at this moment, I direct his face towards my chest, his mouth directly to my nipple, this time without giving him the choice to act or not. I thank him with the erotic sounds coming out of my mouth, with my hand pressing even more his head on my chest and with my other hand going and holding his erect limb, which trembles by the contact, Zoro throws an animal grunt while he takes care of satisfying me with the mouth.

Poor, he must be as excited as I am, he must have been suffering waiting for me to give him the attention he deserves. I move him up and down, calculating that two and a half hands would be enough to cover all his splendid virility that is exhibited without shame.

I feel his breath warm, passing to my other chest, discovers my clitoris and the groan that escapes me discovers that it is the place that gives me more pleasure, because it begins to give special attention looking for the effects that causes me each small centimeter, I open more legs to help him, uses his thumb to stimulate me and with his other fingers does not neglect my lips.

I accelerate the movement of my hand in its hard manhood, only to realize that I can not control the force in my grip, I concentrate on its glans that I have read is quite sensitive to touch, by how it bites my nipple with force, but without harming me, suggest that my studies were from a reliable source.

The first spasms caress my belly, whispering the nearness of an orgasm, " ...I..goi" I try to pronounce. When he moves two fingers circularly over the entrance to my vagina, when he presses my clitoris with his thumb and when he bites my nipple, I can do nothing but explode and embrace the glorious orgasm by running me over his hand when he pronounces the actor of such a marvelous triple terea, my legs close on his hand and tremble like one who has never learned to walk, I squeeze what I carry in my hands, nailing the nails that do not have broken in the soap and holding tightly his member after having left his glans for fear of changing his pleasure for pain.

I feel as each part of my body explodes in satisfaction, as it is released from any effort and burden to only exist, as my atoms rejuvenate, I feel that I can fly without my powers and without getting tired in this enormous and white space. I can hear my blood flowing through my veins, two hearts and their beats, I imagine that the one with the strongest and most accelerated beats is mine and the other one from Zoro? How? I can feel how my vagina strengthens downwards and how his hand gets wet, how my fluids go down through my legs to the floor, I would have left the shower on.

I return to the penthouse, to the bathroom that I am sharing with Zoro, I can breathe again because I feel that I have stopped breathing at first, I realize that his hand is still in my crotch, imprisoned by my trembling legs that want to leave me sitting on the floor and that he continues with his mouth occupied in my chest, making my legs give way, I unintentionally release his hand and fall to the floor, but he holds me by the buttocks, he would not let me sit in a place as dirty as the floor of a bathroom being able to be infected with countless diseases that could end my sex life that he has not even had the opportunity to live properly.

He holds me against him by the waist and buttocks, taking away any effort from my now useless legs, hits our foreheads and tries to smile with all the happiness I feel even though I want to control my breathing, but only he will know what faces, grimaces or expression I am doing right now. He kisses me gently, without haste, to give me some of his strength or to avoid continuing to see the spooky drawing I carry on my face.

Anyway it works, being the first thing I recover is the strength in my arm that tries to take Zoro to his own orgasm, after some licked beads and battle between our tongues, we separate and I immediately go to his neck, traveling on his left side wanting to know how powerful is his weak spot, his breathing near my ear is heavy and a little fast, I use my lips and tongue to stimulate him, with my tongue I can feel his skin bristling, and with the buttocks that his grip has intensified, letting me see that in his neck I have a powerful weapon and that I produce a groan of excitement and satisfaction by making sure that only his pierced ear can hear me.

He gasps and leaves me on the floor, on my recovered legs, he bites my lobe and goes up to the helix, biting with his lips without using his teeth, I accelerate the movement of my hand on his limb until Zoro tightens and I feel the change of temperature in the skin of my belly, the notable spasms in his limb is the clue that I have been waiting for. His pleasure.

Spreading his warm gratitude on the skin of my belly, which slowly slides to the ground, while Zoro continues to bite my ear and now also stretches it to one side. I take my hand to his right chest wanting to have more notion about his reactions, with the tip of my fingers I feel the abrupt movement in his chest, with the palm the powerful beat of his powerful heart. My ear is liberated to be licked and hostess of a groan with my name, sensual and provocative from Zoro.

My whole face warms up, for having been able to hear such a sound of this hard and closed swordsman, he takes me away from my hiding place, only to see his smile, he has done it on purpose, he definitely doesn't want to see me being superior and I still can't control my reactions near Zoro I can't avoid falling.

A scream of surprise changes my mood when the cold water greets us again, Zoro takes the soap deforming from my hand to finish the task that I could not fulfill, finish the shower, starting in my neck, down my shoulder, clavicle, chest where he takes care of my nipples with affection, goes down my abdomen, hip where he does not stay to entertain himself, and that I am sure I can welcome him without problems.

He hugs me to continue on my back, buttocks and what they all have between those muscles, undoes the hug and continues through my arms and hands that never left the warmth of his pectoral pumps, now forced to leave their comfort zone by the actions of Zoro, he kneels, ending in a strange final movement, I imagine that his erection prevents some more neutral movements.

He cleans my legs starting near my crotch, inside my thighs, descending tortuously, drawing lines on a broken road, to embarrass me again, hatefully and naturally works for my innumerable misfortune. When it ends with my foot it rises again and finally goes to my crotch.

I bite my lip in anticipation of avoiding letting out gasps and groans, it works for now, but how long will it take to pierce my lips and cut them? I force my body to think it's just a deep cleansing as I concentrate on my nasal breathing with no controlled rhythm, but my body doesn't want to share my childish thoughts, Childish says.

I try to remove his hand with 2 of mine, uselessly, because I know that not even blooming 20 of them I will be able to remove them if he himself does not want to move away. But why am I holding back and I want to put him away? this is one of my many dreams that have just seen the light.

But it is late because Zoro has moved his hands away from my crotch about to erupt again, only a sigh describes me, not realizing my mistake of wanting to remove it. I close my eyes and breathe through my mouth looking at the ceiling, what is happening to me?

I open my eyes, finding Zoro cleaning himself with the same soap I use to clean myself, already washing his chest, realizing how selfish I am by not offering him equality and thinking only of me, quickly holding his hand away from his body preventing his progress, he observes me. My eyes act as an intermediary for my request, the glow of lust does not let me intercept Zoro's answer, but words are no longer necessary when he gives me the soap, I return all the care and affection that his hands have shown in my body.

I adore him with my hands every little muscle of his perfect body, using soap as an excuse to venerate every inch of his skin, I make sure to enjoy it with both hands and that he also enjoys them, I approach him to caress, squeeze, I mean lather his soft and stiff buttocks, I go up to his intact back, I will fill them with marks. I'm glad I haven't seen any sponge around here, because I use my hands as a replacement.

And finally his Nodachi, implacable, powerful, dangerous and other infinite qualifiers, I clean it completely, it is when finally I can see it again in his eyes, rather flushed, I can notice it, as I can also notice the extreme red in my nose. It's when I'm not afraid to grab his member with my hands and start to go up and down its entire length, with a sensual grunt thanks me for such action, having it in my hands I can not control the flow of sexual fluid that moistens my crotch, nor the animal desire to bring our hips closer.

I guide his member towards my excited lips, the tip of his penis enters in contact with my bulging, discovered and sensitive clitoris, I produce a long and unique groan, a groan different from any other that I have ever done, charged with extreme pleasure, I could not avoid crashing my forehead with that of him by the magical contact when my legs trembled by the new friendship established, I rub it again with my clitoris and the sisters of the unique groans appear, I cannot keep my eyes open, I feel that I can die in this instant by the incapacity of my body to contain so much excitement, I feel as the demons drag me to another world.

Slightly I can hear it growling, hindered by my groans, it must also feel extremely good on his side, as our most sensitive parts have met, I know it by how he grabs and squeezes my buttocks. He asks me what I use to wash my face, with fiery naturalness in the voice, wanting to omit what I am doing to us using my hands, I could incredibly hear. I hardly answer that in the lavatory we could find products to use, while I wriggle through the unique experience, but I immediately regret having spoken, because he separates my hands from his long friend and embraces me by the waist, he kisses me with slowness and with a sensuality that totally overwhelms me, when separating us I cannot avoid to be reborn as a person, he tells me that now is not the moment because an idiot of rubber waits for us, I fall into reality, clouded by the easy fantasy that we have created.

I realize that there is cold water caressing our bodies, taking advantage of the fact that we can't do the same to each other, not in this moment, damn it. I can't even imagine the stupefied face I have to wear on my face, I take him by the hand and I urge him to follow me after turning off the shower, a hand leaning on something transparent stops me from moving forward, the glass, I forget it, very nearly and I am ashamed again.

I look for the door and we leave there, embarrassed by the detail that I have forgotten, we arrive at the lavatory and I observe myself in the wide mirror, reddened cheeks, shiny eyes, expression obviously not satisfied, tsk a Strange entity or just me? The muscular body behind the stranger indicates to me that the stranger is really me.

I look for the product, after not being able to support the look that I wanted to look for, at least I have given a rest to the Zoro with seriousness of death of penetrating look, after reading difficultly in this darkness and finding what I look for, "It is a facial and exfoliating cream, very famous by the way" my voice has returned to the normality, I show him the bottle, he tries to take it away from me, but I do not let it go, surely he wants it to put it in my face, from here I take care of it, I need it not to fall.

"Will it leave my face as beautiful as you?" he asks when he sees that I'm not going to let go. "How flirty you are" I answer the first answer that comes to my head and I can notice how it came out with a little fury, he smiles, kisses my neck from behind, after surely drawing his own conclusion. Don't worry Robin, he's not to blame, nobody is to blame, it's just a normal day in this hungry and restless crew.

I try to smile, wanting to remember the previous minutes. I put cream on his face, turning and leaving me the space to act, I notice the resistance on his side when he puts his face of annoyance, but I ignore and correct the wrinkles with my fingers, "See, it is not so bad" a laugh on my part, to see his white face, while I try to put the cream also, at least I calmed my mental fury, but what do I do with the fury my body feels?

As the indications on the bottle dictate, we rinse our faces after the short rest of the cream. A towel immediately covers my head, I try to remove it, but when I raise my arms another towel wraps around my whole body ending in a strong grip on my right chest. My hands adhere to that hand in a self-thought, but in a last second he withdraws it, ending me clinging to my own chest.

I immediately feel his hands grabbing my head and realize that I have fallen into his trap. I dry my face and hair with a little strength and savagery to achieve his goal of leaving my hair made a war field, it's even more I can feel his smile forming ready to become a laugh for when I have it in sight, this is his way of getting revenge.

Obviously, I put up resistance, until it cornered me against the lavatory, not even my hands pushing on their pectorals have enough conviction, as these deconcentrated hands preferred to caress their muscles and feel the rapidity of his heartbeat.

"See, it's not so bad" pronounces the man-made temptation, removing the towel and letting the reddish illumination reach my pupils again, and as I suspect it laughs, tries to fix it by combing it with his hands, with soft rubbing with my cheeks, while I observe his eye, studying his next movement.

He watches me leaving his hand on my cheek, with my hands still on his chest I feel like his heart is shot suddenly. Mine tries to compete with his driven by the imaginations and ideas that possibly led to increase Zoro's heart rate.

I approach his face, rather we both approach and stop at inches, he ends up joining us in a new kiss, a tender one in which only has one of my lips, one that could be said to be shy, as if what happened in the shower had not happened.

When we separate, he smiles and kisses my forehead "Comb your hair, I'll wait for you in the room" and withdraws from the bathroom, I bite my lip not to shout of the emotion and jump like a teenager who has just been declared in love, since I am a mature woman and my lover is only a few meters away, he could hear me. So I'm content to act 'childishly' in my mind, jumping and screaming everything I need, is a joke.

I turn around and the first thing I notice is that I am quite blushing not to say red, quite remarkable despite the camouflage provided by the moon, but since when? was it what prompted him to kiss me? was it his unique smile? or the fact of admitting to myself that I would like to act in an inappropriate way for the age I represent?

I comb my hair, with secondary intentions about Zoro, I've been doing it for several weeks, it's more I think I've been doing it since I joined this crew, which is why I let the length of my hair grow after having maintained the same measure for several years, but I didn't want to notice. For weeks I've been carefully watching his expression to try to create an assumption of his tastes, but I get nothing, although I don't make too sudden or flashy changes, trying to be the least obvious about my research was, is or will be a necessary criterion.

A moment ago, I think he gave me a clue by wanting to fix the mess he made in my hair, leaving all my forehead uncovered except for the 2 tufted attempts he made with dissimulation and speed, now is when I perfect it and win a smile from him, it's a great opportunity to conclude my research, now that he is acting 'weird and strange' or that's what he would say.

I sigh when I finish combing my hair, I dry my whole body with the towel, almost everything because the first contact with my crotch makes my knees bend, this will take longer than I thought, luckily some wet wipes will avoid the rough texture of the towel. I feel like I can reach another orgasm just by drying out. What have you done to me, Zoro? I know better than anyone who I want to deceive, my humidity has slipped down to the middle of my leg.

I can't dry completely, the best thing is to keep my legs tightly closed to avoid showing Zoro how perverted and lustful I have become in a certain part of my anatomy, not to say burning, wearing underwear will make my life insufferable. I put the towel back on covering my breasts, but letting my cleavage see so that he can see what he can get with a few words of short and fragile conviction.

I leave through the door of this place of pleasure, a nest of countless stories of lust, signs of love, of the incredible and fantasy, vulgarly called by mortals as a bath, to find another place like it, but with the passion written on the ceiling and less solitary than the 'bath', commonly described as a room, with a Zoro now fully dressed and without his boots, pitifully.

A fleeting and imperceptible smile takes shape on his face, but for my senses on alert enough are to make me understand that I have grasped the clue I had previously given me, a success to my noble cause. I approach without saying anything to my side of the bed where my clothes wait for the privilege of owning and covering my body. I sit on the bed with my back to him, as he is on the other side.

I ask him how much time we have left over, as an excuse to hear the sound of his voice, "Have you seen my boots?" total omission to my question, but I managed to hear his voice, loud and masculine, "They are here" looking at the big closet I answer, he approaches, without trying to ask me to pass it on.

He kneels down and takes his boots. He throws them to the side and looks at me. "What are you waiting for to start getting dressed?" ? I could say it's a pretty serious and worried question, but now I can't take it that way, rather as a joke wanting to know what it is I dare to do.

"Are you going to stay there, watc-" my question is murdered when he stands up and unconsciously I imitate him, I notice on his face the interrogation, an interrogation to which I run out of reasonable answers, obviously he decodes it and changes his expression, he passes me the shirt, which lay in the small piece of furniture next to us, wanting me to get dressed.

I grab it and let go of the towel leaving me in the nudity before Zoro, again, I pass my arms through those of the shirts slowly listening as the fabric touches my sensory skin, I try to button the first button, but Zoro prevents my hands from approaching and stalks my neck as if it were a vampire, "You should hurry" warns by lowering and licking my neck, in a carefree tone of voice, my hands on his shoulder holding me from falling melted to the bed like a hormoned adolescent.

I need help urgently.

As if it wasn't too much, he dares to go for my collarbone and neckline as he caresses my sides and back, kisses my breasts without ever facing where, I know my nipple is ready to satisfy his hunger and thirst. He surrounds my nipple without coming into direct contact, which begins to despair me again, a movement on my part makes contact, but he does not open his lips to give him a proper kiss, only an insignificant contact. Tsk

Suddenly she grabs the bra and covers my chest with it, fastening it on my back with the shoulder strap on that side, my breasts will miss the precious and short moment they had to meet you. O_O, it sounded too loud to be just my thoughts. A slight laugh and a weak bite on my other chest, still uncovered, assure me that I have really said it out loud.

The blood rises to my face when I realize it, embarrassed by the vulnerability exposed by the treacherous one, now with a hard work to have to remain closed not wanting to pant, because Zoro has taken it in a good way and sucks my nipple, bites it and stretches wanting to remove it from my chest to take it in the mouth forever, while my body reacts by putting on tips with its feet unable to withstand the strong consequences.

And suddenly it also covers it, and I can stop twisting my fingers, of course, after a few sighs, he begins to fasten the buttons, down my skin discovered by the buttons not yet fastened, a vaginal tickle soothes me when he kisses me the mount of venus.

"Unsatisfied?" he exposes when he stops kissing me, stands up, and hears my cry of protest at having finished his task at such a vital point, I do not hear the mockery in his tone of voice, rather a sincere question. The ceiling is very beautiful really, my hands want to have more strength to be able to pull the artery out of the neck that they now hold.

But they decide to move to his face, to caress him like one who finds diamond in the rough, I nod weakly admitting my defeat as if wanting not to let him know, unable to continue to make me strong in front of this man so tempting, of incomparable perfection and sensuality. He says that he will help me and that I should lie down in the comfortable bed. At this point my heart promises to burst easily.

I don't ask about the scarcity of time, I don't dare, not after this offering, my crotch has warmed up like an active volcano spilling lava on my inner legs, the bad thing is that with all that, all excited I won't be able to have it long between my legs. Why am I so weak?

I obey by letting go of his face and lying down in the middle of the bed, observing those pointed eyes that also observe me, one of them, cannot help but excite me even more, close my legs and ignore my instinct to hold on to the bed, grasping it with my hands. I see how he approaches, kneeling his knee on the bed, expectantly I open my legs slightly, he kisses my belly through the fabric of the shirt, putting a hand on my leg to caress him slowly with sensuality to convince me to clear his way towards his objective.

My legs do not take long to comply, while it continues to descend by my belly, unable to continue supporting not to feel its lips in my skin, with my trembling hands I raise the shirt enough to leave all my belly exposed, he watches me, but quickly I divert it putting a hand in its head, taking it in the place where I need it most, but it does not allow itself to be taken by my hand, because he can easily face it, he remains where his last kiss was given, continuing.

When he kisses my pubis, my legs are already open enough, his hand is now holding my leg under my knee wanting to have more control over what he should let see. His lips go up my left leg, he comes into contact with the burning lava that had come down my legs, Zoro lick and drinks the lava, reaching down to my knee to start descending following the same path until he finds the wet path again, until he finds the sea that presents my crotch.

But with innocent kisses he passes on to my other leg, lowering my other leg and holding the other side, with the sole of my foot I setting in the bed making my knee observe the ceiling, maintaining the width of opening that Zoro forced me to maintain. Zoro begins to lick and drink the liquid present in my leg, going up to my knee and back to my crotch.

He frees my leg and I also setting in the bed, his hand sneaks under me surrounding my waist with his arm, raising my hip from the bed "Since we got to this point, I hope you'll keep a secret for me".

"WHICH?!" I shout with energy in spite of how shaky she is, "I will be selfish with others" her breath bumping into my crotch is very stimulating, but I don't need air when I can have her tongue or fingers, "I will eat and drink before everyone else" I grab my hair and face, DESPERATE, I once thought I knew despair, I was naive, it is millions of times more horrible than I thought, and only her breath and my crotch bathed in lust and desire I need. I hope they are not just cursed words, ZOROOO...

My eternal friends, patience and tranquility joined me in despair, "don't tell anyone" I immediately feel his tongue on my crotch, my legs close and tremble, my back arches, and my hips are controlled by Zoro's firm grasp, he...he...he...he...

It's... is, it's .uucch, I feel very hot, my hip ish...hot. It's much...more intense than I could ever...imagine. "I...fad...dee Aahhh Zo-zoro uugh, I can't-hold moraahh." his tongue from my entrance goes up to my clitoris, without detaching itself from my skin, when the tip of his tongue loses contact with my most sensitive point, an orgasm takes complete control over my body, my legs crush the head of Zoro by the sides and my hand stretches him towards my body, having his mega face stuck to my crotch which begins to have uncontrolled spasms, filling with lust the mouth of my stimulator.

An energy is shot everywhere, and I can feel everything, the nearest thing, Zoro, which is alert, but continues to suck at the entrance to my vagina, even though I thought it only licked everything that came out, now I know that the very thirsty sucks directly not wanting to let anything escape, I can hear his swallow, as his tongue gets wet and the liquid passes down his throat, I can hear the spasms in my hip.

Above, I can see how a silhouette seems to be bathing, a silhouette I know quite well, Nami. Below us, 4 silhouettes having fun in their own way, 1 lying on the floor. Lower floors, couples, some sleeping, some having sex, others satisfying their sexual fetishes, a pair imitating us in an inverted position, the man being the one who receives, I can almost feel that I am part of them, I can almost hear the groans of those men and feel the disappointment of their women. Everything happens too slowly, I can see myself suffering the ravages of orgasm, as I squirm slowly, Zoro's slow breathing, and something strange in his eye closed by the scar, and even stranger in the scar on his torso.

I return to my body, to feel her restless active tongue, demanding from the clitoris much more, "Nnn...No, I...f-f-fain..fainting AHhhhhhh" to the darkness I seem to be heading.

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I wake up? tsk felt very real, feeling a movement next to me and a hand caressing my face, wiping my tears, I open my eyes to see Zoro, with a worried smile, "Are you OK?" "What's going on?" holding his hand, I cry to wake up from that wet dream? or to find this different reality? I sit, and release a groan when my crotch rubs against the bed, mega-sensitive. I open my eyes, like Luffy, it wasn't a dream.

It was real, happiness surrounds me, and I can realize the details of my surroundings again, the light reddened by our sexual acts, my face reddened, my legs weak, my hands still shaking slightly, immediately I look for Zoro who has changed his smile, because it must be fun to watch me all confused falling into reality.

"You really fainted when you hav-" I silence him with a kiss rather than touching our lips with our lips, avoiding embarrassing myself. The urge to cry appears, without even having any idea of the reason for its appearance, I lie down in bed, covering my eyes in a useless attempt to hide my tears, Zoro is not so stupid.

"Why are you crying? I wouldn't have done it if you had told me that you hated it" maybe a little silly, "It's not that. I loved him, but I don't even know why I'm crying" which is what I'm saying so easily, "I know, you didn't sound like someone who hated it" I'm wrong, it's not stupid either. I laugh slightly at the meaning of his words "You're a silly Zoro" I take my hand to his cheek wanting to pinch him, but he shows me his teeth threatening to bite him and I retract my hand, I put myself on my side to observe him, a silence sits between us, feeling comfortable.

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It has been about 3 minutes since Zoro said to go to the kitchen and has not yet returned, 3 minutes since I opened my legs to ventilate my crotch to be able to put on my jeans and underwear. 3 minutes since... 3 MINUTES? We are very late. I get up from bed and when I put my foot on the carpet, with the footfall I feel something small, curious I take my foot away and raise it from the floor. My necklace, which I only take off to bathe in since Zoro put it on my neck, I neglect it, I don't doubt that my heart will break if something had happened to it or had been lost from me.

I put it on my neck, where it should never have left, my arrival in this room is still a mystery to me, why did I throw away my necklace, I go to the closet, looking for underwear, women's underwear covers absolutely nothing, useless on this occasion, I need to protect myself from friction, male underwear is the only thing that could help me.

Adjusted, I could pass like a shorts easily, but it serves my purpose, I turn around and find Zoro lying by the door frame drinking from a bottle, at least I get to the kitchen, since when has he been watching me, I approach the dresser where my jeans is, Zoro approaches.

He approaches the drawer where he rests his katanas, he adjusts it to his waist and leaves the room, without pronouncing anything at all. It is also his fault, no one demanded that he be so damn irresistible.

I put on my jeans and my shoes, I fix the wrinkles on my clothes with my hands as I leave the room, perfect.

I find the green one in front of the window that gives way to the balcony, drinking from the same bottle, now almost empty, for a moment I could not avoid hating myself in the past, if I had not wanted to escape my feelings or if I had realized it before, tonight would have been our daily routine a while ago and now I would not be so nervous as I approach him.

Should I behave normally? Hold his hand? Kiss him? Take off all his clothes?

End of Chapter XI