The night continued, and Drache continued drinking until the sun had long since set, and the party was in full force. She found herself, again, on the edge of the firelight, wishing she were somewhere else. She just stared up at the stars, so clearly visible from this incredible island in the sky. She thought she was alone, but when she looked around, she noticed someone sitting next to her. Thinking it was Nami, she said a cheery, "Hello!" but when the figure turned to face her, she saw Zoro. Immediately she wished she were invisible, but he grinned. Then he stood, which was clearly a difficult task as he seemed to be very drunk, then reached out his hand to her. She grasped it and stood.
"We can talk now," he said, a little slurred. He didn't let go of her hand, but pulled her away from the party and into the woods. As they walked, she noticed that he kept bumping into her, like he couldn't quite walk straight. She couldn't decide whether it would be easier or harder to talk to him while he was drunk, but he'd been more... friendly with her in this state before.
They reached the cover of the trees, and before she knew it, she was apologizing again. Before three words had come out of her mouth, he shoved her against a tree.
For a horrifying moment, Drache was sure he was attacking her, but then his mouth pressed against hers, hard, and they were kissing and she was so happy but she was very, very confused.
He finally pulled away, and took a step back, swaying in place. "You're too beautiful."
"Then why-" She was cut off by his mouth on hers again. This time she pushed him away with some difficulty. "Zoro! I can't say I'm not pleased, but can we just talk for a second?"
He stood there for a moment, shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it." He grabbed her by the arm so quickly she couldn't react, then sat and dragged her into his lap. "If we have to, I at least want to have fun."
"Fine," said Drache, pushing his hands down from her chest. "First of all, if you're interested in me, why didn't you say anything when I talked to you earlier? And why didn't you stop me when I ran away after I- after I kissed you?" As she spoke, his hands tried to explore her form, but she didn't let them get anywhere too exciting. As it was, with his left hand on her thigh, and his right conspicuously inching upwards towards her breasts, she was very distracted, and her hazy mind was starting to question why she was talking when she could have been doing something far more enjoyable.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, apparently I'm only sane when I'm drunk, because only someone insane wouldn't want you," he whispered into her neck.
At this she regained her sanity, removed his hands forcefully, and stood. "Don't give me that," she said angrily. "You either like me or you don't, and you don't get to keep messing with me like this!"
Zoro sighed. Suddenly he seemed far more sober. "Fine, I'll explain," he said. "Do you know why I train so hard, every day?"
Drache realized she didn't. In fact, she knew almost nothing about him.
"I made a promise, a long time ago, to become the best swordsman in the world. Without that drive, I'm nothing. Nothing!" He said it with such force Drache stepped back. "Anyway," he said in a more subdued way, "When I'm sober and awake I feel like I have to spend every second training. It's the only constant in my life. Then you showed up with your eyes, and your hair, and your fascination with the world, and I realized I'd found something I'd never experienced before; something that could distract me from my goal. It was terrifying so I got drunk and voila, I was free, and that night was beautiful. But then you forgot, and I promised myself it would never happen again, but it happened again the next night. I was hoping if I ignored you, you'd stop being so irresistible, but it got worse and worse..." He trailed off.
She had tears in her eyes. She hadn't thought he would be so conflicted. She surreptitiously wiped her eyes, then kneeled in front of him and took his hands. "I promise I won't ever come between you and your goal. But you know, you and I, we can still... do whatever it is we've been doing."
He looked up at her. "It's not that easy!", and she could see the tension in his face. "But I see what you mean. The problem right now is I can hardly think," He hooked his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her close, "because you're so very distracting."
And he kissed her, and it was softer than the one earlier, gentle and affectionate. She gave in. They could figure everything else out tomorrow.
She put her hand on his hard chest and guided him to the ground, keeping her face tantalizingly close to his own, but not quite touching. She reached down to remove his shirt. He raised his arms to help her slip it off, then finally lifted his head to hers and kissed her, all the while exploring her back with his hands. Finally he reached down to pull her dress over her head.
She explored his chest with her mouth as he fumbled with his pants, finally kicking them off. He reached his hand into her underwear and parted her lower lips to rub her sweet spot. She rolled her hips against him with a small moan. She pulled off her remaining clothing until they were both fully nude. She guided his cock to the proper place, then she slowly started to move her hips back and forth, pushing him inside and pulling back away. he massaged her breasts as she did so, pressing his thumbs hard into her nipples and rubbing, and as she came closer to her crescendo, he started pausing, clearly too engaged in what was going on below to continue. She found a rhythm, but he rolled her over onto her back, then started thrusting faster than her tantalizingly slow pace. She tensed and relaxed with his thrusts, feeling pleasure flood her body until it was uncontainable, and she moaned and reached her climax, just before he removed himself and aimed away to dispel his seed onto the ground. He let himself fall onto her, encircled her in his arms and pulled her tight. Though it was night, it wasn't very cold, the ground was soft, and she'd had an exhausting day, so she allowed herself to fall asleep there, in his arms.