A/N: Here's Santoryu-san's prompt!

'Trapped in Elevator'

The click of heels through the halls of Grandline Co. meant only one thing: the boss was on the move.

Boa Hancock; big shot CEO of one of the world's largest transport companies, and wearer of killer four inch red heels with almost every outfit. Her 6' 3" height was intimidating enough without their sound echoing through the halls, her regular rounds being made as she bustled her way past men in suits doing paper work. Or staring at her ass. Whichever happened first.

"Tell Mihawk I'll be there in half an hour, and if the cab's slow, I'll just run the rest of the way. Do NOT let this deal slip through our fingers, Jimbei dear," she said assertively into her cell phone, her other well manicured hand doing its best to type out a text for dinner plans with her sister to celebrate their middle sister's engagement.

The elevator door was closing and she sprinted desperately towards it, not willing to wait another five minutes for the next one.

A hand stuck out to keep it open, her relieved eyes meeting those of…apparently one of the new guys. He nodded to her silently and stepped back to let her in.

She stepped in and threw her cell phone in her purse, moving a loose piece of hair out of her eyes. She side glanced to study the guy she was sharing a ride with.

He wore a sharp black suit coat over a white shirt with his tie loosened. He sipped his Starbucks like it was the only thing currently keeping him awake. Or alive. The bags under his eyes suggested late night activities.

"Bachelor party," he murmured, apparently sensing her curious eyes on him. "Last time I ever go to something on a weekday."

She started to nod, but in the middle of it, the elevator jerked to a stop and she lost her footing. Muttering a curse under his breath, he reached out and caught her. Both of them fell to the floor, the arm with his coffee raised to keep it from spilling.

"What in the hell is going on," she said out loud, angrily climbing off of him and pawing at the elevator door. The light flickered off, and there was an awkward silence as they both realized they were probably stuck.

"No," she muttered, backing up and sliding against the tinted glass wall, "no, no, no, no, NO THIS IS NOT HAPPENING TO ME."

"Hey, chill out. I'm sure they're trying to fix it," he said slowly, sinking to the floor beside her and finishing off his coffee. She glared at him.

"I cannot 'chill out' when a business deal I've been working on for the last six months is literally happening in 20 minutes, and I'M NOT THERE TO MAKE IT."

She jumped up and started slamming herself into the door, sobbing bitterly when it became obvious that wasn't going to work. He stared at her, a little put off by her inhuman determination to get out for something that stupid.

"I suppose what they say about you is pretty accurate," he muttered, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. She glowered at him and sniffed.

"What the hell are you talking about? Who says things about me? Why does everyone think it's ok to talk about useless things in the work place? Productivity would be a hell of a lot better if everyone would just-"

"Listen, I'm not a big gossip myself. But anyone just walking past you would be able to see you haven't gotten any in a looong time."

She blushed and threw one of her shoes at him, the heel driving into his cheek and making him cry out in agony.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"

"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME," she seethed, pacing the small space around them and jabbing a finger in his direction.

"NOBODY KNOWS WHAT I GO THROUGH IN A DAY. NOBODY. I WAKE UP IN AN EMPTY BED, GO THROUGH THE SAME ROUTINE, MAKE A SHIT TON OF PHONE CALLS SO YOU ALL GET YOUR PAY DAY, HAVE TO PLAN SANDY'S ENTIRE WEDDING BECAUSE I'M THE FUCKING MAID OF HONOR-"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down. I didn't mean anything by it…"

"SO OF COURSE SEX GOES ON THE BACK BURNER," she finished, running a hand over her eyes and sinking to the floor again. He stared at her dumbfounded.

"You're right. I…I need to chill out. I need to…I need to…"

He moved over to her, took her face in his hands and kissed her. At first she was startled, and then she decided that, yeah, this was okay.

"Hey, what's your name," she asked heatedly, ripping his shirt off.

"Zoro," he breathed, letting her hair down and burying his hands in it.

And as the clothes flew off and the moans got louder and he coughed up a dinner date time for saturday, she wondered what she had been worried about only ten minutes ago.

"Do you think they know the windows are only tinted in the elevators on one side so people don't get scared going up and down?" Crocodile asked Jimbei, both of them standing casually in the lobby and looking up at their boss getting it on with some guy in the stuck elevator.

All around them people's jaws were dropped and some blushes were had when Hancock was pushed up against the glass, ne bra pas. Jimbei cleared his throat.

"I think we'd better go get some coffee before we go meet up with Mihawk."

"You aren't gonna call her on her cell phone?" Crocodile asked as they both walked out into the streets. "Warn her about all the jokes that await her when she comes in tomorrow?"

"I just think we'd better let whatever happens, happen," Jimbei said sagely. "Roronoa Zoro has been working with Mihawk for a while now. The man's a genius. If a frolic in the elevator is what it takes to get this deal taken care of, I'm not going to complain."

Crocodile stared at his friend, narrowing his eyes in wonderment.

"One might think you broke the elevator yourself, my man."

"Ain't no rest for the wicked," Jimbei replied, opening the door to Starbucks and chuckling evilly.