Zoro took a big swig of the wine, he had downed several gulps of the deliciously aged fermented drink when he felt a pair of eyes on him. Enigmatic, slightly protruding and a bit hooded… She was standing next to Nami and Chopper by the stairs of the cellar. Resting her right elbow in her other hand at the height of her waist, the first few fingertips pressing—nay… Caressing her own cheek. Coolly, calculatingly, she smiled a smile so subtle that only he would notice. She had been taking him in… Starting with his sinewy, defined forearm. Her eyes moved along him to that stocky, useful hand wrapped around the bottle. She couldn't muster the mental energy or desire to fight the impulsive image that intruded her mind, of those hands wrapped around her own bare body in a similarly shaped manner. She could practically feel him grabbing her, see him unquestionably unclothed, squeezing her flesh hungrily, thrusting himself against her… As he-
Robin snapped back to reality as Zoro stared back at her in a comically judgmental fashion. He was still drinking wine. Robin pretended slightly unconvincingly to switch her attention to eating some crispbread with jam on it. Turning her back to face further away from the subject of her fantasies. She listened for a second or two to Nami and Chopper, they were chatting between chewing of various food items. Chopper was explaining what the crew would do in case of food poisoning.
It didn't take long for Zoro to help himself to another large chunk of cured ham, then move self-assertively back into her line of sight.
Robin saw him in her peripheral vision and peeked back over at him. She found that he was leering at her, as he chewed proudly on the meat. All other crewmates were too preoccupied with the food, the drink, and planning the rest of the journey to notice. His vision traveled across her, imagining what it would be like to suckle on her soft neck, enjoying the way her her shirt exposed her flawless collar, as well as a bit of what was beneath them.
In refusal to be embarrassed, Robin ate her dry sandwich as sensually and comfortably as possible. Once she'd finished the crackling bread, she played innocent as she licked jam off her fingers. She locked eyes with him as she dipped her index in between her lips slowly, in... Further in... And then back out. She then turned her back to him completely, she was thankful no one could see her blushing. Nami and Chopper were opening more pickles and Sanji was writing down a list of ingredients so he could plan upcoming meals. Brook was rolling Luffy's bloated body back to the others and asking him why he keeps eating himself into this state.
The agonizingly suggestive and slow way Robin had finished her bread had forced the swordsman to casually turn his body away from everyone in the room. Right hand on his hip, he wiped his face with the other. Zoro inhaled deeply, fighting tooth and nail to center himself using mindfulness meditation. He took a moment to shove any plans to exchange Robin's jam covered fingers with parts of himself out of his mind. If anybody caught onto what was happening to him physically the two of them would be done for. He thanked whatever gods, spirits and messiahs people believed in that he wasn't standing in the center of the room. Continuing to focus on his breathing and his surroundings. He tried to think. He couldn't show himself like this, but he couldn't afford to walk away from the crew again either. Unless…
Remembered his luck as he modestly went up to Luffy and Brook.
"I saw a bathroom upstairs. I'm going up there."
Sanji walked up with his own plastic travel cup filled with wine and told him:
"If you do that alone you'll end up on the other side of the planet. Take someone with you."
Zoro pushed back against the bottom of his filthy leather shoe, which had planted itself against the side of his head.
"Shut the hell up shit-cook, it's just up the stairs to the right. I'll be back in no time."
He started walking.
Sanji continued frowning in annoyance, as he shouted:
"If he gets lost I will tell you all I told you so. And I ain't cleanin' that mess up myself!"
Robin decided against following the first mate up to the bathroom.
Unfortunately, we've been acting suspiciously enough lately without another private rendezvous on our record, she thought to herself.
She poured herself a small cup of wine and drank it in self-satisfaction. Although she continued to be plagued by the way his thick muscular neck had flexed, his glistening skin did not go away, his sharp jaw at an upward angle kept calling her… His mouth wrapped around the mouth of his wine bottle, the way his rhythmic gulping had bobbed his adam's apple deliciously. Robin didn't know what was worse… Getting in closer while things were this charged or keeping away from him and letting her imagination continue to run amok. She bit her lip in frustration. Where's my bathroom break?