This fic was based on the title which was suggested to me by Vathany. I hope you like it.

rating: T/M

Of Jealousy and Handcuffs

It had started with handcuffs.

Thick sea stone handcuffs imprisoning slender wrists. The decision was simple; save the woman. They all gave everything they had and then some and in the end the seemingly impossible mission was accomplished.

The experience had been enough to shake Zoro up and he had wasted no time in sharing his feelings with her. Thankfully she hadn't laughed and she had even felt the same way. Their unusual relationship had started from that point and they made it through several more harrowing adventures.

It was a couple months in and it was a lazy day aboard the Thousand Sunny. The girls were lounging on the upper deck taking in the sun's golden rays in barely there bikini's that didn't strain your imagination. Zoro had a bird's eye view from up in the crow's nest where he was doing his daily exercise regime. He set the heavy weights down and picked up his towel to wipe the sweat off his brow. A glance out the window had his calming blood pressure spiking again.

The perverted ero-cook was fawning over the ladies as usual his lecherous gaze taking in their bronzing skin doing his idiotic noodle dance. Even from the crow's nest Zoro could hear the cooing and when Sanji's eyes lingered on Robin's ample cleavage something filled Zoro and he nearly put his fist through the window. As it was the loud smack echoed through the air and most of the ship's inhabitants glanced up at where he stood fists clenched.

A shocking realization surged through Zoro causing him to whip away from the window. Roronoa Zoro was jealous.

Zoro picked his weights back up and started his regime all over again from the beginning. He trained as if he could sweat out the vile sentiments of jealousy. It of course didn't work and simply distracted him temporarily. He was going so hard that he didn't even notice the sudden addition of another presence in the room until it was already there. He spun around sharply to see Robin leaning against a wall a mysterious smile on those luscious lips.

She was still clad in only her bikini and the sight of her had his heart racing faster than any of his training. It wasn't just the bikini but the smile. Zoro knew that smile, that smile meant she was in a playful mood and he could only imagine what she had in store. The twinkle in her eyes said that she knew he was jealous and that she was going to have fun with it.

"Do you trust me Mr Swordsman?"

The way she said her nickname for him sent shivers down Zoro's spine and he nodded at her.

"Sorry what was the answer? I could always go find Mr Cook I'm sure he won't be afraid to be vocal."

The second the word cook passed her teasing lips Zoro had moved and was in front of her leaning forward his hands braced on either side of her before she finished the sentence. He growled low and dangerous but she merely laughed unaffected. The light tinkling sound shot straight to his groin and Zoro could feel himself becoming aroused.

"Well? Should I find him?" Robin asked her voice husky.

"Hell no."

"So do you trust me?"

"Yes."

Robin slipped out from under his arm and rooted through one of the benches giving Zoro a nice view of her ass. He let out a silent groan and it became crystal clear to him. This woman was going to be the end of him.

Robin found what she was looking for and turned around the object dangling from her index finger casually. Zoro's eyes widened and his jaw went slack. He had not been expecting this but judging from the smirk on her face she knew that.

"Still trust me?"

"Yes" he croaked out.

Robin walked towards him her hips swaying provocatively and trailed a finger lightly down his bare chest before hooking into the waist band of his pants and drawing him against her body. His nerve ends were tingling at the contact and he captured her mouth in a searing kiss that left them both breathless.

"Hands up" she purred into his ear and he did as he was told.

He felt the cool metal on his wrists and the hollow click as his hands were handcuffed to a pole above his head. He was pressed against a wall and Robin began her slow torture. Hands skimming everywhere except his aching erection and today where her hands went her lips were sure to follow; nibbling then soothing with her tongue. All he could do was writhe and buck his hips up trying to make as much contact as possible. When needed Robin would sprout some extra hands to hold his hips in place so she could continue with her delicious torment.

By the time Robin took pity on him he couldn't see straight and was begging her to simply touch him. Her hand travelled down to lightly stroke at his erection her finger tracing along the pulsing vein and he let out a deep reverberating moan. Then she was wrapping her legs around his waist and impaling herself on him with a deep throated moan.

They moved together in perfect unison. Zoro bucking his hips upwards while Robin grinded down clutching at him so as not to fall. When he came it was with a blinding fracture of colours and an aching desire to hug her close.

Robin slid down his body with a satisfied smile. He looked up at the thin metal handcuffs encircling his powerful wrists. He knew that he could have easily broken out of them if he wanted to do but he also knew that Robin was aware of that so he hadn't.

It had ended with handcuffs.