As the swordsman climbed up into his very familiar gym area, his excitement grew as he saw her. He could not keep from smiling as he laid eyes on those long skirt covered legs draped across the long sofa as she reclined, staring at him. The seat decorated the room's circular shape in a semicircle as usual. Her erotic gesture was much less usual. Her top was boasting, revealing, and calling attention to some of her remarkable assets. Long, raven curls dancing down her shoulders next to them like the waves of the ocean surrounding them would at midnight.
Robin's sultry expression was reaching into his body and soul, triggering an indescribable explosion of euphoria, warmth, adrenaline, and numerous other sensations. Zoro's skin heated up hastily again as he walked toward her. As he aimed to sit down next to her Robin went from her reclining, flamboyant pose into a more subtly seductive one. He lowered himself onto the couch at a respectful distance, but she wasn't having it. The archeologist made sure that she settled into a sitting position so close to him that their knees were a few hairs away from touching. She blushed with fervor and gasped in surprise at his change of heart as he put his hand behind her neck reassuringly, steadying and tilting her head‒ as he planted his mouth snugly against hers. He had made his move so fast that she hadn't had time to pick her jaw back up off the floor. Zoro took advantage of the fact, by tentatively working his tongue in. Robin moaned gently in approval, playing slowly with the sensation of texture of her own tongue pushing back against his, as she brushed her lips closed against his, then relaxed her jaw again, dipping back into his face. The swordsman's tongue flicked tastefully around inside her mouth, followed by him tilting his head away as he planted a smaller kiss on her cheek firmly and politely.
A chill ran down his spine at Robin wasting no time to undress him. He gulped as his chest heaved. It glistened with sweat after a long day of strenuous physical activity. She began tugging off his robe by its shoulders, as the material fell to the cushions surrounding him, somewhat like it would in a particularly demanding battle. Only this was different, he wasn't the one who had placed himself on display. She placed her warm hand against his burning pectoral muscle, her other one was about to stroke its way down his ribcage when he caught it in his grip. He took her other wrist with his free hand. She stopped what she was doing instantly, as he gently let go.
"Zoro?"
She looked for some sort of green light in his expression, which was strangely and increasingly distant.
"Are you ok?" She asked, much softer than she meant to.
He furrowed his brow and pulled the upper half of his yukata back on.
"This isn't your fault." He said, unable to look at her.
"Do you not want to—" Before she could finish her question he interrupted her.
"You know I do."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"I gotta go." He got up and left, glanced back over his shoulder once, very briefly. Wondering how he could ever face her again.
Robin had her hand where he had just sat. Her heart sank as the patch of fabric cooled down.