Author's note:

Hello everyone, would you look at that, an update, and a whole week early to boot!

I'd like to thank all of you for your continued support and to answer LuNarayn's question from fanfiction, because maybe that's interesting for all of you. As you might be able to guess from the name it's about whether or not I could add a Luffy/Nami pairing. Unfortunately I can't picture Luffy as anything but asexual and or too immature to have any interest in relationships that exceed friendship. I'm sorry and hope you can enjoy this fic regardless! Since I'm already talking about requests, if there are situations that you want to read between Zoro and Robin or them and the rest of the straw hats, shoot, since this doesn't really follow a narrative apart from their progressing relationship I might be able to squeeze some in… if I like the idea that is'

Last time Zoro got drunk at a bar and Robin approached him with a plan. What plan that is you want to know? Well here it is! This chapter takes place about 15 minutes after the last.

There it was again, that adorable play of pink and green, she would never tire of this. She just wished it wasn't there, not now, in this very instant at least. In this moment she would have preferred the light grey of his eye darkened by the lust that had all but dissipated seconds ago. Now the callused hand that had evoked that delicious tingle between her legs was rubbing the back of his head, instead of her breast, as he stared at everything that wasn't her. "Are you alright?", She asked him, eyes fixed on his frowning lips as she absent-mindedly pulled her vest back to cover her bare breasts, suddenly self conscious. He grunted in response, still very much interested in the busy streets outside the room's dull window. "Are you a virgin?" She asked with the same directness she was prone to exhibit in all the wrong situations. "No". He did not look at her, and her insecurities came back to her tenfold. "I'm too old." As his head snapped back in her direction she realised that the nagging voice of doubt that had nestled in the back of her head for weeks, had spoken aloud.

His good eye was wide, eyebrows raised, before he drew them down in a frown. "What the fuck, Robin?" The honesty of his outburst warmed her heart and yet it was not enough to assuage her fears. "Would you prefer me younger?", she asked, voice as calm as always, expertly hiding how she broke on the inside as in a swirl of petals, a clone appeared. Every bit like her but 10 years her junior, lacking the tiny creases around her eyes, skin a tad more rosy, breasts a fraction firmer. It was the body that had drawn much unwanted attention in the past. If that was how he wanted her, how much different from all the others was he?

Her clone scooted over to him, kneading his strong shoulders with deft fingers, pressing her bust in his back. He was frozen in place, his eye wide as her clone swung one dainty leg over his lap, rubbing her center boldly against his, just like they had wanted her to all those years ago. She winced as she felt his hands on her clones waist. "That's it," her clone breathed in his adorned ear, "I am her and she is I, whatever you make me feel she feels as well".

With her arms around her knees she watched her young self gyrate on the man she wanted, the man that had become so dear to her that even though she did indeed feel the fabric of his rough trousers at her core and his gentle grip on her hips, she felt betrayed. Her clone smiled an encouraging smile at him while she sat there and fought the wetness of her eyes. Her clone's hips stopped moving, and the pressure on her own hips told her it was him holding her just hard enough to keep her in place and when he turned to her any surprise or confusion she had enticed by her actions was gone. The look in his eye was stern, the line of his mouth drawn to a frown. "No, Robin." In an explosion of rose petals her young clone disappeared, letting his hands almost clap as the resistance between them vanished and her heart leap in relief.

"The fuck is wrong with you woman? Are you a virgin?" He asked, throwing her earlier question right back at her. An uncharacteristic scoff escaped her lips. Virgin, he knew about her past, surly he was not naive enough to think that it had left her virginity intact. He chuckled at her reaction, shaking his head he leaned back against the dark wood of the headboard. He was not flustered anymore instead strangely calm seeing what an utter failure their most recent encounter had turned out to be, much worse than him falling into the sea. He sighed, "Just what's with all that insecurity, Robin? You know, you're the one telling me you're too old for me, how about you act like a grown woman for a change?" For a second she lost control over her face. She had just been scolded like a child by the very man who was the reason for said insecurities. "Do you think I would have followed you here if I didn't want you?" He asked with that direct honesty she treasured in him, "and I mean you Robin, not a clone you altered beyond perfection," he added almost as in an afterthought, probably not even realizing the compliment hidden in the statement. She didn't know what to say, this had been a bad idea from the start. Just what on earth had possessed her that she'd rent a room in the shady tavern he had chosen for this evening. She had wanted to talk, to tell him that she could not continue like this anymore, that she was dying everyday she saw him, without being able to actually be with him. It wasn't quite like that, of course, that was a passage from "a passionate embrace", but gods was she bad at feelings. He had called her out, of course, laughed at her for the overly flowery language: "from one of your romance books, hu?" Until that moment she had not realised that he knew about them, but it should not have surprised her, he was perceptive after all.

She hugged her knees again. "Then why did you stop?" For the few minutes, after he had laughed at her, while he had devoured her mouth and all but thrown her on the possibly moldy mattress - likely to give them fleas - and before he had retreated to the far end of the bed she had been in heaven. Now they weren't even back where they had started, she was on the one side, he on the other, she filled with apprehension, he with worry. The rosy tinge was back as well and the hand behind his head. However he did not turn away from her, he held her gaze when he spoke "I may not be a virgin but it's been a long time. I'm alot stronger now"

"How long?", She asked, not even sure she wanted to know. He shrugged "don't know, a year? One and a half?"

She raised a brow response. "The ghost girl?" It was no secret after all that he would never have been able to return to Sabaody without the help of their former adversary from thriller bark. He grunted "Yeah, fucking disaster. Didn't find it cute at all that I lost control over my strength in the end." And almost inaudible he grumbled: "had me wish for rebirth as a flea two weeks straight."

She laughed at that, surprising the both of them. She would have thought her reaction to be bitter, him having chosen a woman that much younger than her, but his brutal honesty on the matter had her, for some reason, feel much lighter than she had since the situation had started to go askew. It was a genuine laugh, not her usual fufufu but an honest to god, all out laugh, she laughed until her belly hurt, all the tension leaving her body as she slowly started to calm down, only to start again when she saw him pouting at her reaction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I had to picture it," she tried to appease him before straightening again. She leaned back, propping herself up with her arms. "All this then, because you were afraid to accidentally hurt me? I can deal with a little pain, you know?"

"I know you can, but you shouldn't have to." he answered with a frown. Just how on earth was he this much better at this than she was? She countered it with a smile: "You don't understand, I'm used to it and if it's someone I actually like for a change, I'm sure it wouldn't matter." She should have known that this would not calm him down. His frown deepened, his muscles tensed and if she didn't know him as well as she did she would have fled the room by now. "I do understand and if you pointed me in the right direction I'd kill every last one of them," he growled. "Fufufu, the right direction? You'd only kill innocent bystanders, kenshi-san," she teased, expertly dispersing his anger and conjuring the rosy cheeks in one go. "Fuck you, Robin." he grumbled, crossing this thick arms over his chest, pouting again. Fufufufufu

I really hope I haven't lost all you you with that, I promise they will have sex eventually but as I said in the fic's description, they do have their demons to fight.

As last time please check out Rexica's wonderful one piece fic 'Disinhibition' (I mean come on, it has Ninja and badass Zoro!) and my amazing beta's Inuyasha fic 'taming the unruly' where a young African American girl has to put up with a jealous demon lord and Japanese people who have never ever come across a human with such odd colouring. Oh, Naraku is there, too and let me warn you apart from the fluff this fic is not for the faint of heart (Neither is mine or Rexica's now that I think about it)

Till hopefully next time!