Theme: expectations

Disclaimer: Eichiro Oda owns and created One Piece, not me. I make no money for the writing of this fan fiction. Written for 100 themes on Orange and Green- a ZoNa community on Google plus.

Warning: m/f sexual situations

The navigator had suggested the smoky and comfortable inn because of its reputation. Past the front bar they had gone to request a quiet sofa in the rear. Exotic music played out on tone dial into the sightly hazy club. As they approached the low dark green sofa, covered by a pale green sheet, Nami blushed slightly as she felt Zoro pressing into her from behind. "I hear that you can take a good deal?"

"And you can give a good deal?" She asked, turning around. She had certain expectations and hoped he would love up to them.

"Men aren't the only one with size issues... And don't look so surprised..." Whispered Zoro into her ear before sucking on the lobe.

"I don't even... Wait... You overhead me and Robin... Didn't you?" Nami snorted, turning in his arms so she glared up at the smirking swordsman. Indeed he had his own expectations of what the navigator had in store.

Zoro chuckled slightly, catching her glance down at his crotch. "When you kept staring at me down there... What am I supposed to expect?"

"Your mind is in the gutter," she huffed.

Zoro scoffed, but didn't remove his hands from her shoulders , "Well so's yours, you witch. Putting ideas in my head.."

"What ideas?' She asked, feeling her heart pound with the way he licked his lips and pulled her to him impulsively. Taking ahold of her arms he whirled her around so she was trapped between his pelvis and the wall.

This effectively blocked her from view with the added benefit of hiding the erection he sported that now pressed into her belly. Glancing around Zoro spotted a sofa and pulled her to it in the smoky bar.

He pulled his swords out of his haramaki once they reached the couch. He pushed them into Nami's arms. "Hold these a minute."

Nami yelped as he scooped her up and plunked down. Onto his lap he set her with a satisfied grunt. Flustered she held the swords, mumbling, "Im going to charge you for a holding fee..."

Zoro took them from her and lay them next to him on the sofa. He tucked the ends of the sheathes under one of his thighs.

She got up but his arm dragged her back down. "Let go you brute..."

"Not with a hard on like this," Zoro protested. Now she could feel the dimensions of his assets for herself. Far from being asexual the swordsman simply was picky about who he chose to spend time with.

"Well..." Nami murmured, shifting on his hips under the excuse of getting more comfortable. "I need to... Right there..."

Zoro saw the gleam in her eyes that matched his own. "If you show me your size I'll show you mine..."

"Here?" She panted. The hookers were in the lounge or at tables doing lapdances. Or private shows. Not only that but other women were undoing their tops freely in view of their partners sitting down on similar couches all over the lounge.

"Show me how you touch yourself, "he whispered. She swallowed hard and shifted so her legs lay across and Zoro could slip his fingers down between her legs. Glad she wore a skirt the navigator guided his fingers to pull aside her panties. What they were doing was no less racy than the others in the bar. Together they slipped his fingers inside.

"You're tight..." Zoro whispered. "But I can get my fingers up inside you perfectly..."

She nodded, muffling he whimpers against his bare neck. At the sane time her bottom ground against his hard on. He scissored his fingers inside her so much she felt herself leaking. Panting, Zoro nipped her neck as her whole body tensed.

"Ooooh oooh!" She whimpered.

Why he had that big smirk on his face puzzled her because either he was proud of what he'd done or he liked seeing her reach her pinnacle.

"Feel better?" Zoro asked, licking his fingers off. He curled his arm around her almost tenderly.

"Don't look so smug you brute," she huffed.

"You were so bitchy you needed a good one to feel better. No shame admitting it, witch," he teased her.

Annoyed and secretly touched she squeezed his hard on and scrabbled for the zipper. "Only if you want to..." He began.

"I want to see your size, you big brute..." She countered, undoing his fly. Intently he watched her reaction seeing her pulling him free.

Both her hands wrapped around him together. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. Lifting one of her legs he positioned it so he stuck up between her bare legs. Zoro seemed quite content to let her play with him a bit.

"I like this, a lot," she whispered back.

"Same here. Feels freaking great whatever you do..." Zoro murmured. Though temped to try him for size she simply massaged and teased him as he thrust up into her hands. Hissing, he shivered before his passion covered her hands and thighs.

Nami licked him off her fingers and he pulled her into a kiss. From the heady scent of smoke in the air she couldn't resist yielding. Releasing for air Zoro murmured, "even though we don't have to, I've a condom in my wallet in case..."

"Extra large?" Nami teased, showing him the wallet in her hand as she pulled the rubber out. Zoro glared at her.

"Thieving witch, I can't take you anywhere..." He growled. Yet she stood up so he could slip his pants down and let his coat drop across the back of the couch. The purpose for the thick sheet on the sofa was now apparent. It was for anyone who wished to have sex on it.

"Your swords," Nami murmured. "Lay them in the side of the sofa..."

Zoro placed Wado Ichimonji in the seam of the couch and rested the others on the sofa back. He bent down to kiss Nami on the lips, while he undressed her. Once she pulled his pants down around his knees she beckoned him down with one crooked finger. Slipping the protection on he knelt between her spread knees. At the same time the navigator lay back bracing herself up on bent elbows.

He lifted one of her legs to his shoulder. Nami let out a loud gasp at the sensation of being filled. Zoro stopped midway before he realized how deeply he could plunge. "Perfect...sheath..." Zoro murmured, seeing her nod at him.

"Hell yes," Nami panted, drawing him into her arms. Zoro took hold of both her breasts, teasing the tips to hard studs. In turn she wrapped one of her legs around his hip.

"We fit well Nami," he observed, smirking a bit. Both were thrilled that they met the others expectations perfectly.