Author's note:

Hi everyone, I'm really sorry that this chapter took so long, university started again and I had to get that sorted out along with a lot of private stuff and with all that my creativity and productivity took a huge hit. Now obviously university is still an issue but I'll try to upload at least once a month. When I upload it will be wednesday (best subscribe or follow, so you'll be notified *hint-hint*). (Yes this is tuesday, but I just read all your comments and they made me genuinly happy so here you go)

Now a little bit about how this story in general. I'm really happy to still have regular readers on this, however when I planned or wrote this and following chapters I kind of tripped and fell into a steaming kettle of BDSM (On that note, take a look, I adjusted the tags). If that's not your cup of tea, I'm sorry, but that's what it's going to be. I don't know to what extent as of yet because, to be honest I really don't plan this thing more than one chapter a character ahead, if even that… so maybe just wait and see, it will probably take some time until we see some actual action.

As always a huge thank you goes to both AKZJ / Alyah727 ("taming the unruly") and Rexica ("Disinhibition"). They are a huge help, because one, I suck at punctuation and two, when I write things are obvious to me and it helps to have another set of eyes to point stuff out that I didn't catch. In fact this chapter especially is only here, because after talking to Rexica I was suddenly full of ideas and had to put them to writing, so you better go return the favour and read "Disinhibition" after you finished this ;)

Last time, after Zoro had decided to try and pursue a relationship with Robin, after he got his strength under control, Robin was caught worrying about Perona, after she had contemplated whether or not to sneak a peek at Zoro in the shower.

F.

"Oy, Zoro Bro."

He opened his good eye with a grunt, staring up to Franky and a scared looking Usopp hiding behind the cyborg's huge frame. An eyebrow rose at the unfamiliarly timid demeanor his crewmates were exuding. He was used to see it on Usopp but it was entirely new for Franky. "Well, spit it out," he grouched as minutes had ticked by without either of them uttering even a syllable.

"Well, um…"

"I don't know how to tell you this, bro...I know you're suuper manly and strong, bro, but…"

"W- would you mind being a bit more...gentle to the Sunny when...you know…"

"Releasing your super manly urges? Ow, breaking the Sunny is not super at all!"

What the fuck? His eye widened as blood rose to his head. Fuck, yeah, there might have been some damage done to the tiles in the shower or the floor and railing, or his bunk. Aw fuck. The feel of the woman's glorious tits just wouldn't leave his mind. Fuck.

"That's not…" what the fuck was he supposed to say in his defense? Fuck it, just wing it. He stood, forcing down his furious blush, and Usopp shrinked back at his glare. "Holding back is not manly at all. For a woman, yes, they are frail compared to me, but your ship, I thought, was built to last," and with that he left them standing, mouths agape, eyes wide. He heard Franky call after him that, Ow, yes it was super built to do that, followed by praise for his suuuper manly manliness and ignored Usopp's shaking suspicion that he might have made it up on the go. What could he say, he had done just that after all.

Damn, he'd been careless, he thought as he swung himself up the ropes of the crow's nest. Ever since their encounter, and his realisation on Karni-island, he'd started a training of a different kind; without much success, as evident by the intervention just now. Damn, he felt like a rapist. Ships had a soul, hadn't they? Fuck. He pulled himself up the latch, halting on the crow's nest's floor. He huffed... ridiculous…"sorry," he grumbled, petting the planks, feeling stupid and guilty at the same time.

"Sorry for what, Zoro-san?"

Fuck! What was she doing here? She hadn't come up since that island. Why would she come up now of all times? Fuck it all, just add observation Haki to the list of things he had to improve.

"Nothing," he answered fisting his short hair. Just let this damn day be over, please? "What are you doing here, Robin, you haven't been around the last couple of weeks?"

She started at that, oh fuck please don't take it the wrong way? She didn't, smiled instead, blushing. Damn, was she cute when she did that!

"To be honest, I've been avoiding you. I didn't know how to act around you after what had happened." Her voice was soft, unsure.

"Now you do?", He asked getting a strange feeling of foreboding. She seemed distant, her defenses up, was she afraid of how he'd react, had she already decided on something? What wouldn't he give for understanding this woman, damn it!

"I believe I do, yes. I told you that I like you and I showed you that I want you, but as you have seen I'm not quite ready to … let go. I'm not ready to be vulnerable in front of you and probably never will be, so I'd like for you to forget anything happened." Her voice was firm now, her mind obviously made up. She had thought about this, obviously. Meant it, too, he just wasn't sure about her reason.

"Nothing happened," he assured her, not missing the hurt in her azure gaze, before she managed to stifle it. "You didn't get jealous of that bimbo hitting on me, didn't rent a room for us and didn't invite me to stay the night. You didn't moan my name when I bit your nipple and you didn't fall asleep on my chest, didn't wrap your legs around me in your sleep. You didn't sleep through the night like you never do when I'm near. You fine with that?" The last one was a gamble, he knew, but her face, the cool facade torn by all the truths he had spoken, proved him right. She could sleep because of him.

She sighed, "you make it sound ridiculous."

"Because it is, Robin," He said rubbing his face. What was it she wanted to gain with this? What the fuck was her problem. Pacing like a caged beast he continued: "What do you want, you know I'm slow so spell it out. You want me to forget what happened in that room, fine, I can do that. Is it the affection part, or the part where you smothered me with your tits that you have a problem with? Want me to forget our talks here too, or is it enough to forget that you wanted to take it a step further?" He wasn't equipped to deal with two fucked up conversations in this short a time and fuck, he knew he shouldn't pressure her like that but god dammit, this was so frustrating! That he still wanted to fuck her brains out wasn't helping either.

"I'd like to say both, kenshi-san," oh wasn't that just fucking grand? She was back to using his old nickname, distancing herself even further from him and their conversation, wasn't she, "I really would, but unfortunately I fear to become a liability for the crew like that."

Fucking enigma that woman.

"Spit it out," he pushed, a part of him celebrating the shame dancing over her features. She really didn't want to say what was coming next, that much was clear.

"Well... I've… since our encounter I've been somewhat preoccupied… with… certain thoughts about you. I'm not saying- I mean, I think I…" her blue eyes pleaded with him to relieve her, but no, let her swim. He'd been preoccupied for months now, imagining the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, the heat of her touch, it was only fair if she too struggled a little now. "I think we should get rid of that problem. We are both adults and should be perfectly able to scratch that itch without any strings attached," She blurted out, not like her at all, really.

He huffed, staring her right in the eye and just like Usopp before she shrank back. Damn him if he hadn't had enough of this bullshit for today. "You saying you want me to fuck you raw? Fuck you so you won't have to fantasize about me anymore? Fuck you so you are free of the chains I have on your mind? Fuck your body and free your soul?" His voice rougher than he intended, but the effect was quite satisfactory.

"Yes" Her answer a breathless whisper, her pupils wide as her nipples strained against her shirt. Fuck, she really wanted him, and damn if he didn't want to indulge her. She wanted him as her fuckbuddy? Hadn't taken her for that kind of girl, but fine she could try, wouldn't get her far though. She wanted to rid herself from the desire she felt for him by indulging just once? Tough luck, he'd become her fucking drug. She wished to strike a deal here, business proposal? She wanted it easy? Fuck no, he'd have her begging on her fucking knees! For ages she'd been playing her little mind games with him, now she'd learn just who she'd been playing with. Just two steps carried him right in front of her, personal space be damned.

"Well, then I'm fucking sorry," he said, gripping her chin tightly in his calloused hand, forcing her to look up to his towering form, his gaze burning with an intensity that it almost seared him himself. Damn did he want her right now. "Because when I take you, Nico Robin, I'll take your everything. I'll have you bare before me, body and soul and I will keep both. When I fuck you, you will not be free of me, as you seem to wish. When I fuck you, I will be the only thing on your mind and you will scream my name loud enough that the whole world will know that you are mine."

He released her with a peck on her forehead, relishing in the ensuing shiver and the soft whimper coming from her, knowing full well that those reactions did not stem from anxiety or even fear. He had seen that reaction often enough, even loudmouth "not cute" ghost girl had been an eager recipient of this other side of him...till a certain point that is...damn those hollows… realisation on what had just transpired, and the words he had husked, dawned when his boots thumped on deck. Damn, he sure had talked big up there… better put brushing up on female pleasure on that list, too, just to be safe.

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