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Last time Zoro was out drinking with Tashigi and things got a little muddled along the way, let's see what Robin thinks about that… think that might change her opinion on the whole relationship matter? How will the others react when their swordsman returns with Tashigi like that?
She had not been surprised when she'd returned shortly after midnight to hear that the others had asked for Law to join them on Sunny - just in case - and that Zoro was out with sweet Tashigi-chan and that Sanji would barbeque the moss-for-brains upon return for disrespecting both of them in such a blatant way. What had surprised her was to see the two - under their respective coats presumably naked - swordsmen sluggishly trail after a very happy and bouncy rubber captain the following morning. The two of them looked terrible, and while Zoro played it off with a grumpy face and boots thumping down as secure and loud as his hangover probably allowed, the marine looked like she wished for Fujitora to come and open the ground for her to disappear. Who would have guessed that 'walk of shame' didn't only apply to one night stands but also to very reckless, drunken sword-fighting.
With one giant hand, she plucked Sanji from the air mid-jump and sat him on the planks next to her. "I believe your energy would be put to better use if you could whip up some hangover breakfast for the marine, don't you think? I'll have a word with Zoro if you don't mind," she asked and as expected the cook flew to whisk an alarmingly greenish woman towards the kitchen.
Zoro stood, staring at her, doubt and regret clear on his face while Luffy babbled on about how he'd found them and that Usopp should build him some cool armour with whatever he'd used for Tashigi's underwear.
Eventually, he let his head hang and swayed towards the library. He seemed miserable. Maybe she should let him sleep it off for a few more hours before talking about their arrangement. Their relationship?
"I did not fuck Tashigi," he sputtered as soon as she closed the door behind her. "Whatever Luffy thinks he has seen or knows, I did not." She giggled, "I did not believe you did, Kenshi-san, or would you jump to the conclusion that I had sex with Dracule if I told you that I had dinner with him yesterday?"
He froze at that, stared at her, mouth agape. "Dra- Drac-, Mihawk? What is he doing here? Oh thank fuck he was with you. I can't even imagine what he'd think…"
She hummed in agreement, understood that he wouldn't want his idol to see him at his lowest. "I think he just wanted to check up on you, and I happened to cross his path. He seemed to approve of us, I think," she explained and sat down on the plush sofa, but it only elicited more gasping from her swordsman. "You told him about us," he asked, vexed even as he took the seat next to her, visibly shrinking as he slumped into the pillows. No, not his proudest moment.
"I don't think either of us can reprimand the other for what they did yesterday after at least one bottle of alcohol." She hadn't meant for it to sound like a pout, but no, yesterday neither of them had been at their best. He grunted his agreement, shoved his hand through his tousled hair with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, Robin, I shouldn't have demanded like that. I was worried," he grumbled after a while of silence, and she used the chance of his still raised arm to snuggle against his chest, and for a moment, she worried before he laid his hand on her hip. God she had missed his warmth last night.
"I know you were. I'm sorry I was stubborn. If you really want me to I'll heal it, I'll-"
"Keep it," he interrupted her. "If you get captured, we'll just have to save you from your own idiocy and stubbornness, again."
Oh wasn't that rich, coming from him? But she wasn't here to argue, and she knew it was his way to grudgingly pretend that he didn't like seeing the wound on her shoulder; that he didn't try to picture it when he touched himself. Lord, she'd like to see that sometime.
"I'm counting on you," she amended instead of reprimanding. His grip on her tightened as he pulled her harder against his chest.
"Fuck, woman, you have no idea how fucking terrified I was in that damn cave. And it was just been Smoker..." She could barely hear him as he mumbled against her hair, but she got the sentiment either way, tightened her own hold around him.
"Ah, by the way… Luffy knows, and idiot that he is he told Tashigi, so… ah fuck that list is growing."
She hummed in agreement. There really wasn't any reason to keep their not so secret relationship a secret anymore, was there? "I think it's time we make it official, don't you, Zoro?"
He huffed under her, "The fuck I do. We won't tell them shit unless you are committed."
He didn't sound hurt by the idea that she still wasn't where he was. Was it irony that he had come to terms with that just before she had accepted her feelings? She pushed herself up to look him in the eye, pleased to see him much more relaxed than he had been on his arrival.
"Well in that case," she started, "during my dinner with Dracul-"
"Would you fucking stop it with the first name, woman? I lived with him for two fucking years, and he didn't offer that degree of familiarity."
She giggled at his outburst - just when had she started doing that? - and continued unperturbed. "I had some epiphanies."
He cocked an eyebrow at her with a grunt, and she could feel the blush rising in her cheeks. There really was no reason for her to blush, was there? So she drew a deep breath, not struggling one bit to find the courage to admit her weakness in front of him.
"I'm in love with you, Kenshi-san, have been for a while, I think," she said, awaiting his answer with bated breath. He would say it back, right? That's how these situations went, wasn't it? In her books it was… His grey eye scanned her for the truth for just a moment before he barked out a laugh, making her flinch back in response. That… that was not what she had been expecting…
He didn't let her wait for long, his rough hand caught her in the back of her neck, forcing her head down so he could place chapped lips on her forehead. "Great. Took you long enough," he said and simultaneously slung her over his shoulder, ripping a surprised gasp from her throat.
"You know, I had an epiphany of my own," he chimed as he climbed up the ladder to the bathhouse. "If we're in a hurry, which we are, because we have announcements to make, I don't have to go through the hassle of tying you up to immobilize you. I can just dump you in the water."
"You can't possibly intend to-" Even while protesting, she knew that the thrill that always accompanied every thought about submerging herself in water would never be quite the same again. In fact, being helpless and weak in any body of water didn't at all sound worrisome anymore.
"No, I don't intend to play. I'm still drunk," he amended as he let her down in front of the door. "But I've wanted you against that shower wall since for-fucking-ever."
Well, that was probably second best. They undressed together, and she couldn't suppress the chuckle when she saw that he indeed was almost naked under that robe of his. The hem of his pants literally hanging on by a thread and his left pant leg was gone apart from a pitiful remains hanging out of his boots. His underwear wasn't far off. In fact, she was pretty sure if she tilted her head just right… Maybe she should put that thought to the test, she was a scientist after all.
Knowing she had his full, grumpy attention thanks to her amusement, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra before slowly brushing it of her chest, deliberately letting the strap catch on her hard nipple. Brushing her hair to the side so it wouldn't obstruct his view of the mark, she dragged her panties down her legs, bringing her face closer to his crotch, aware of the imagery it would provoke in his mind.
She burst out laughing when his erect manhood wiggled from the tattered underwear and the last thread keeping his pants up finally snapped to let them pool around his ankles.
"Insufferable wench," he grumbled, letting her have her laugh while he stepped out of his boots and went ahead into the bath.
He wasn't really mad, she knew. He was in an exceptionally good mood, actually, or as good as his hangover allowed.
She watched him from the entrance, light green hair dark with water, strong muscles shining with its drops. Lord, her man was absolute perfection, like some ancient god of battle and virility, come down to tempt the fair maidens' resolve for chastity. Fufufufufu, now wasn't that incredibly far off the mark? Her man was no god. He was a demon thriving on the chaos that was a battlefield. An incubi that, without even trying, had awakened a sensuality she had never thought in her reach… No, he was neither, was he? And both. And for her, so much more.
She stepped closer, knowing he was aware, even though he chose to ignore her with an immature pout for finding amusement in his little predicament. It didn't matter, was more of a game anyway. She leathered up some of his soap and worked her hands over the taunt muscles of his back without a word. It was a scene of odd tranquility that didn't even change when she reached around to clean that glorious erection of his. He had rested his forehead against the cool tile of the shower, docile, low hum in his chest that resembled more a purr than a moan. When his balls tightened in her hands, it changed. In an instant, the kitten was gone, and she came face to face with the ferocious tiger. He'd spun her around before she'd even realized, tile in her back, one of his hands on her neck providing enough of a buffer so her wounds wouldn't be pressed against the cold. His lips on hers, hot and hungry, his tongue demanding and expecting. His other hand squeezing her butt, while his hips pressed his cock against her belly.
It felt wrong. The hand in her neck held a certain possessiveness, but apart from that, he was gentle. Needy yes, but incredibly soft, and if she concentrated just enough, she could feel that he was holding back. This was their first time since she admitted her feelings for him, shouldn't this represent their relationship just a bit more? Sure, this wasn't their usual situation, and of course nothing stated that you couldn't have cuddly sex every once in a while, but this wasn't what they did. They were cuddly, gentle, loving even… even her, now that she looked back at it, but only after… always after.
She pushed him away, and the fact that it was that easy was proof enough that he was indeed keeping himself in check. There was no hurt in his gaze, only confusion.
She smiled at him before she turned around, one hand braced against the tiles. She reached around to spread herself before him, hoping to give him a nice view of her wet, slick cunt. Looking over her marked shoulder, she smiled at him again, just in time to see his gaze traveling back up from her sex.
"Please don't be gentle with me, Zoro," she said, surprising even herself with the amount of need that dripped from her tone.
It took him two seconds of open mouthed staring, before he gripped her hips in his iron hands and buried himself to the hilt inside of her with a curse. She cried out despite herself. Oh, she had needed that, the delicious stretch, his weight crushing into her backside. His fingers digging in the hollow of her hips, making her insides quiver in delight. God, he knew exactly what to do with her. She didn't care about the noise their bodies made under the hot spray of the shower, the bathhouse was a considerate distance from the rest of the ship, and even if it wasn't; even if she didn't know that Franky had designed the room soundproof, because it legitimately was the only place of actual privacy, she didn't care. So what if they could hear them? No, in fact, let them hear, let the whole world hear that they were together, that they enjoyed themselves. Let them hear that Devil Child Nico Robin was finally what she was supposed to be. That she was free.
She hadn't even noticed how far she'd drifted off until a calloused hand closed around her throat, pulling her back against a chiseled chest.
"You better pay attention, Robin, I won't wait for you," he rumbled in her ear, grip tightening. She knew it was payback for her self-indulgence after the initial marking, but good lord, had it aroused him as much as it did her?
Her body trembled as the tickle inside her lower body coiled tight, her pulse thrummed against his unrelenting fingers, vision receding to make way for sensation. She was so close! Her head rested against his shoulder, hand on her throat keeping her in place as his pace quickened. His jaw clenched right as his cock started to pulse, pumping his wastefully delicious cum inside. She almost feared she wouldn't be able to make the jump in time, that he would just leave her behind like he had threatened, when his hand tightened around her throat. "Cum, Robin."
Her body exploded in an instant, as if it had just been waiting for the order. She trembled and cried and slumped against his hold, not for a second doubting that he would keep her from dropping to the tiles.
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"Alright, let's get going then," he said with childlike enthusiasm after he'd dabbed the freshly scabfree wound with the irritating antiseptic, renewed her bandages, and pulled on the pants she'd brought him with her powers. She went ahead, admitting to herself that yes, she too was quite giddy to finally make this thing official.
When they entered the galley together, the crew was already gathered. Including the captain of the Heart pirates who didn't seem entirely happy about the presence of an awkward marine captain, coat buttoned right up to her chin, queasily eating one spoon of soup at a time while trying not to catch anybody's eye.
It took the crew about two minutes to calm their excited chatter about their pirate alliance friendship plans, completely ignoring the marine in their midst, and focusing on them. Sure, they had to have a reason not to just join in but stood there, waiting…
After Luffy was silenced with one of Nami's fists and all eyes and attention lay finally on the,m she smiled. "Zoro and I are in love," she said, chuckling at her swordsman for choking on his spit at her straightforward declaration. Apart from his hacking cough, the rest was silent. A silence that before them she had welcomed, but with the eternal chaos that was as much part of the crew as she herself or Sunny, this silence made her uneasy. Were they against a relationship? She knew she had Nami and Chopper on their side, and probably Sanji too, now that all was sorted out. But what about the rest?
"So," started Luffy, just as oddly serious as he always got before battle. That couldn't be good, could it? "Robin, Zoro, you are married now," he finished and was followed with even more silence. She smiled at him, attempting to explain to the boy that one didn't just automatically get married just because one was in love but stopped herself when she realised that, while it didn't just happen like that, one did get married when your pirate captain declared you married… Oh boy. She looked at Zoro, a rare look of insecurity on his features. They could just ignore it, couldn't they? Luffy said a great many things that weren't really-
The hollow clank of fists meeting a rubbery head broke the silence and interrupted her thoughts.
"Well now they are, you idiot!" Nami barked while Sanji grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck, shaking him.
"How could you do this to poor Robin-chwan? For all eternity, stuck with this barbarian," the chef cried despite the angry words.
"Shishishishishi, my bad," the boy laughed, grinning head dangling from his shoulders, not looking apologetic at all.
Sanji gave up shaking sense into him, instead turned towards Zoro. "I hope you are aware what a huge honour it is you've been given. If you hurt her, I will feed you to the fish," the chef threatened, far enough in the swordsman's face that he couldn't hear Nami specifying the argument to 'hurt her in a way she didn't want.'
"Oww, hurting a girl would be suuuper not manly! Zoro-bro wouldn't do that," Franky interjected, followed by Brook: "Now now, Sanji-san, let the poor man be," the skeleton said, pushing their chef a few inches away from Zoro to move right in front of him. Before he continued, one bony hand raised to hide his mouth. "Now tell me, what colour are her panties?"
Fufufufufu, this really did go better than expected.
Luffy's serious face sneaked into her view, obstructing the beating their musician was receiving from Nami. "So, since you're already married, you'll have kids, right? Right?" He ended up excited, despite his best effort to remain serious and not give away that he had done it on purpose. Fufufufu, how cute that the man feared in all oceans thought marriage equaled children.
"Ugh, Luffy you idiot, don't go around making assumptions!" Nami roared, while Luffy just laughed at her.
"You see, Robin? This crew has wayyyy too many adults that think they can tell their captain what to do, shishishishishi."
Adorable. She looked at Zoro, who had resolved to grab himself a bottle of sake in defeat and take a seat between Law and Tashigi, but peaked up at the mention of their future children.
"Guys, we said we're a couple, and now we're supposed to be married and have children? Give us a break, will ya?"
He was thoroughly ignored.
"Oww," the shipwright cleared the table from any remaining dishes left over from breakfast to spread a big blueprint. "I've already been working on a crib! It's a transformer to protect the little rascal."
Oh, so Franky also had known for a while. In fact, was there anyone who had not been aware?
"Oi oi, we're not actually-" he tried again but was interrupted by Chopper's wailing. "Oh god, we'll need a doctor, we'll need a doctor! Law, we-"
The Heart pirate just waved him off. "Leave me out of this madness," he told the doctor while sparing a sympathetic glance towards his fellow swordsman.
Fufufufufu, this scene was utterly adorable, and actually, Franky was doing them a favour, having drawn the captain's attention with the crib's laser defence system, which also caught Chopper's interest, now that he'd calmed down.
Zoro met her gaze and sighed. "We won't even be thinking about having children anytime soon, will we, woman?" he asked her.
She shook her head, smiling. "If ever," she answered, well aware that they couldn't just go and start a family, and her man visibly relaxed.
"That's good to hear. We still have Dressrosa ahead of us," Law said with just the slightest hint of exasperation. She couldn't blame him, strawhat madness did take some time getting used to.
"Yeah Law-kun, don't count on it, anything rarely really goes according to plan around here," Nami interjected, "By the way, babysitting will cost you 100B an hour if it comes after Robin and 500B if it turns out to be a mini Marimo."
She laughed, while Zoro smacked his head against the table and Luffy finally tore his eyes of the amazingly amazing blueprint he couldn't read anyway.
"Shouldn't you be happy, Zoro? Oh, right! Yosh, Glasses, get your men, we have a wedding to celebrate!"
Fufufufufufufu.
FINALLY! Don't you think?
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Shôganai will be on break next week and then we'll completely skip Dressrosa and Zou and go straight to Wano! Anyone asking for geisha/ronin smut?