"Oh my god, I HATE it when you DO THAT," Hancock cried angrily, crawling out from under Zoro. He continued to laugh loudly, using his sash to pull her back to him playfully. She resisted, so he wrapped an arm around her waist and fell on top of her. She grunted and pushed at his face, which only made him laugh harder.

"I'm…you know I'm not laughing at you," he managed to chuckle, "It's just your face. Your face was priceless."

"SHUT UP! IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT HAPPENS," she yelled, blushing profusely. He caught her mouth with his and she punched him away. He rubbed at his cheek and watched her walk about half way across the deck, smiling at how mad she'd gotten.

Looks like I'm in the dog house now…

He sat up and leaned back on his hands, his robe practically falling off and his dick already freed from his pants. It still glistened with the essence of her insides.

"Hancock."

She stopped walking when she heard him call out her name. She turned slightly, secretly hoping he'd say something to make it acceptable for her to go back to him. It was cold out here without clothes or someone holding her.

"What, idiot."

"...You're beautiful."

His eyes were serious, but his mouth hinted that he might say something else to follow that up. She turned away and blushed before he could ruin the moment.

"Your ass is practically a second moon out here-" Her foot made contact with his face and he bounced back through the kitchen door. She stood fuming with her fists clenched at her sides, waiting for him to come out. He eventually managed to stumble back through the door, the ache in his head still having nothing to do with alcohol. He moved to rest his arm on the door panel, attempting to look seductive and failing miserably. His penis throbbed angrily from being pulled out too early. Combined with his disheveled clothes and messy hair, he looked more ridiculous than tempting. Hancock was not amused. Her glare reminded him that now that he'd made her self conscious, he would have to get her to forgive him.

"Alright. So, I'm no good with poetry-"

"THAT was your attempt at poetry?"

"I JUST SAID I WAS NO GOOD AT IT DIDN'T I?"

"NOBODY EVER SUSPECTED OTHERWISE, DUMBASS."

"AND," he said holding up a hand to shut her up, "And…also, I suppose, if you really don't like it-"

"WHO WOULD LIKE THAT? IT SOUNDS LIKE I'M FARTING."

"See, this is where we disagree," he said calmly. "I find your queefing quite arousing."

"Can we NOT," she said shaking her head in distress, hands coming up to cover her face. "Can we NOT say that. I HATE that word…"

"Whatever. Whatever you call it. You can think it's disgusting or whatEVER you want, but I love it. It's sexy," He crossed the deck to meet her, eye narrowing dangerously and robe flying around him. They never broke eye contact, and despite how much she hated talking about this, she liked that look in his eye.

"It's like your pussy is crying out for me. Like it's telling me it wants more," he said gruffly, stepping up to her boldly and tilting his head down to take one erect nipple into his mouth. One hand rubbed at her back, and she let herself lean into the other hand he brought up to her neck.

"You know I hate that word too," she moaned.

"Pussy," he growled pointedly, grazing her other nipple with his teeth. "It says 'fuck me harder, Zoro.'"

"MMMmmm." She licked her lips and let him guide her body down to the grass. He crawled back on top of her, groaning when she gyrated against his exposed erection. He slipped his pants off completely so he could move more freely.

"I…I forgive you," she said with hurried authority, eyes starting to get unfocused. "Just…just do me. Right here. Now. I want it. I want it in me," she begged.

"See, that's what got us into trouble in the first place," he said, hovering over her and frowning. "When I go faster like you want, it makes more noises," He leaned down and kissed her collar bone. "Though I still can't understand why you care about weird noises with all the squawking you do-" She brought her fist up to his face again and tried to crawl away, fed up with his bullshit. Since when had he gotten so talkative anyway.

She felt him grab her ankles and froze in place as his hands traveled up her legs, then her thighs. She moaned in approval as his fingers went on to massage her womanhood like she'd wanted earlier. The rest of him came up to lean against her back. Alternating which hand pleasured her, he let the robe fall from his arms, now making him just as naked as her.

"Feels good, huh," he said huskily. She arched like a cat into his body, feeling his cock pressing impatiently at her ass.

"Mmmm, yeah, right there," she breathed, letting her eyes roll in the back of her head as he pressed a finger to her favorite spot and rubbed steadily. It felt sofucking good, that little spot next to her lady boner where it hurt a bit. The aching just made it feel that much better. She rubbed herself against him and cried out without any discretion, torturing him to the point where he thought he might burst with frustrated desire. She shook violently and came on his hand after a few more minutes. He stuck two of his fingers in his mouth and sucked, hooding his eye like a shark that's smelled blood. His hands came around to fondle her breasts, smearing the remainder of her cum on them. She sighed contentedly.

"I'm gonna put it in now," he whispered, nibbling at her ear. One hand left her breasts to guide himself to her opening. She waited in heated anticipation.

And waited.

And waited.

Aaaand waited.

She frowned slightly and turned her head to look at his face, still resting on her shoulder. His expression was confused, like he had forgotten-

"Stupid swordsman. PLEASE tell me you did NOT just blank on where my vagina is," she said, withering internally.

He scowled at her, then blinked into empty space again, his ears turning pink.

"N-no…"

Hancock couldn't hold back and laughed until she cried at his apparently boundless ability to get lost.

"Zoro and Hancock are weird," Luffy speculated, absentmindedly clanging his silverware together. Nami knew this was probably leading up to something that had been on his mind for awhile, so she downed her tankard and waited for the worst. Usopp leaned his chin on one hand and closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself for the same thing.

Brook had been booked to play almost as soon as they'd walked into town. Even though he was now known to be a pirate, the people of this island were still huge fans of Soul King Brook and his music, so a party of sorts was thrown in his honor. He jumped and strummed his guitar with enthusiasm on the small stage they'd put up, making the crowd go crazy. Many people had designated the town square as a dance floor of sorts, Brook's variation of fast and slow songs keeping a good amount of them twirling into the later hours of the night. Sanji kept himself occupied by dancing with every girl he saw, Franky was teaching a line of people how to do The Franky, Robin chatted with some older women at another table, and Chopper had gone to get cotton candy a few minutes ago. Which left Nami and Usopp in charge of keeping their captain entertained while they sat at a table near the buffet.

"Okay, Luffy. I'll bite. Why are Zoro and Hancock weird," Nami asked tiredly. Usopp gave her a frog face, silently killing her for instigating what promised to be an awkward conversation.

"They're never nice to each other when we're around and they always get into fights. Then, when we go have fun, they stay behind by themselves." He leaned forward, making sure nobody but his friends could hear him speak. He grinned like he knew a secret. "But see, I don't think they hate each other at all. I think they stay behind and play games without us."

Nami saw the glint in Usopp's eye, which meant he was about to crack a joke. She slapped a hand over his mouth and decided to play along with Luffy.

"Does that make you mad? That they don't want to play with us?"

"Of COURSE," Luffy cried, pounding a fist on the table. "They're both jerks. They should want to have fun with us."

Nami choked down a laugh. Usopp glared at her and pushed her hand away.

"Well, all I can say is that Hancock-san is wise in wanting to stay on the ship when she visits us. There's really no reason to call a ton of attention to ourselves having such a beautiful woman in our company," Nami offered, trying to not laugh at the mental image of Zoro and Hancock playing something Luffy was thinking of. Probably hide and seek. Or something equally stupid. Granted it beat the other mental image she had of them together by a mile.

"Well, sure, and I appreciate it I guess," Luffy pouted and looked over at the party goers. "But why does she need Zoro to stay too? She's a Shichibukai. Any guys that might try to sneak on the ship with her there would die." He laughed manically. Nami sweat dropped at his deranged sense of humor.

"She probably doesn't NEED him there, idiot," Usopp said. "Maybe she just WANTS him there. She might just like hanging out with him." Nami gave him an impressed smile at his fairly mature suggestion.

"Maybe," Luffy said thoughtfully.

"As for the 'games' they play," Usopp murmured, rolling his eyes, "we should just leave them be. I'm thinking the less we know, the better."

"And don't take it too personally, Luffy," Nami said, smiling reassuringly. "Besides, I don't know if this helps, but Hancock did seem to have hurt her shoulder. If Zoro's giving her a massage, that would explain why he needed to stay behind."

Luffy tilted his head. "Mass…erge? Can you eat it?"

"Well, you see Luffy, when a man and a woman develop special feelings for each oth-" Nami punched Usopp upside the head and he went flying into the dessert table.

"Stop trying to corrupt the children with unnecessary things," she muttered.

Nami sat back down like nothing had happened. Luffy stared at her for a moment, then took his hat off and played with it a little.

"Hey, Nami?"

"What?"

"What's a…masserge?"

"A massage, Luffy, is…" She frowned, realizing it might be a little bit hard to explain. "Well, it's like, if your muscles get hurt and you want someone to rub them for you so they feel better."

"Oh," he said, blinking in confusion. "So…it feels good?"

"Yeah! They do. They feel really good. If they're done right, you feel really refreshed afterwards."

"Mm. They sound nice."

"Yep. They are."

There was a long silence between them, noticeable even with all the background noise. Luffy replaced the hat on his head, smoothing his hands over his shorts. He glanced at her. She was already looking at him.

"Want me to give you one?"

"Yeah," he said grinning widely and letting the excitement he felt show in his voice. "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."

Meanwhile, some local girls dragged an unconscious, cake covered Usopp away to the forest completely unnoticed.

Never in her life had Hancock imagined a time where she'd be doing something like this. Especially with someone like him. Making love on the deck of a ship on a deserted part of some unknown island was like something out of a romance novel. And yet, the quiet song of cicada's and the gentle slice of moon above gave life to this seemingly impossible scene. Everything was so serene, not one disturbance to-

"Ooooooh GOD," she wailed towards the sky.

"He ain't listening," Zoro mumbled, letting his tongue wander from one breast to the other. He bit down hard every now and then, letting her know he was still bitter about not doing it from behind. He wouldn't admit that it was, indeed easier (by his standards) to find her vagina like this, though. By now he'd gotten used to the iron grip she had on his hair, too. If they weren't currently in the throes of passion he might have wondered if it was getting too long.

She whimpered longingly for release, the scorching sensation of being impaled mercilessly for the past half hour starting to finally break her down. (Zoro appreciated her delirious overestimation of his ability to drag things out, but he was human. He didn't mention they'd only been at it for like, eight minutes.) He noticed her pelvis starting to move more erratically, meaning she was probably getting close. And he picked up on her other subtle hints…

"FASTER," she commanded, teeth bared and face flushed. Her hips thrust up imploringly to meet him, as if that would make it easier. "YOU'RE NOT GOING FAST ENOUGH."

"Goin' fast as I can, darling," he ground out, curling himself into her further so he could finish her off. He personally loved how crazy she got when they did it, but if he kept up the torture much longer she'd wake the fucking dead. Or rip all his hair out. Whatever came first.

She writhed feverishly underneath him, toes curling and uncurling as he hitched her legs up over his shoulders. All that mattered was that he kept raking at her G-spot, which he was suspiciously good at finding when it mattered most. This position though, it was usually the finishing blow. Like this her skin was taut and at its most sensitive, so he didn't hold back. Her screaming was encouraging, but he was still grateful for that few inches of height difference between them. His ear drums could only take so much…

"…ro…"

"Hm? What's that? I couldn't hear you," he crooned.

"Zo…ro…" She moaned his name like it was the only thing she'd ever say again, her body arching in prep for her release. He smiled and nuzzled her tits, pulling out all the stops and fucking her with everything he had, balls slapping rhythmically against her skin. Saying his name like that when he was trying so hard to keep it together…oh, she was cruel. He hugged her tightly and let out a muffled groan when she clamped down on him.

Good girl.

He hissed through his teeth when he felt her go over the edge, her moaning and sporadic contractions sucking him in until he-

Aw, shit…

She stared at him through her after glow and smiled when he went rigid, knowing he was about to cum. Her smile faded though when he pecked her on the mouth almost apologetically and pulled out. He stumbled over to the side of the ship and gripped the rail with one hand, the other pumping his cock madly. He groaned long and loud, letting his seed shoot into the sea. She watched him with expressionless eyes from her place on the deck.

When he'd finished, he turned around slowly to look at her. She regarded him for a moment before looking away. He frowned and sighed.

I fucked up.

"Look, I…uh…" He scratched at his neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I know you wanted me to…"

"I told you it was ok. I took my medicine."

"That's…"

"…But that's not the problem. Is it," she said quietly, standing up and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Not once from the time they'd started doing this had he come inside her, and if he had it his way, he probably never would. In some sick, twisted corner of his mind, it was his way of keeping his distance. Her feelings were hurt a little less by the fact that he was consistent and didn't use his ejaculations as tools to control her; he knew how badly she wanted a complete connection, and she knew he didn't like making her sad. So she kept hoping he might come around. She even took medication to prevent pregnancy in the hopes that he might feel more at ease with the idea, but, so far…

"Zoro."

"Hm."

"Marry me."

A slight breeze blew across the deck, drying the sweat on their bodies and making them cold. He stared at her from his place at the railing, seemingly unmoved by her proposal.

"You know I can't do that."

"Yes. I know."

"Then why ask?"

"I felt like it."

She sidled over to where he stood, then gently took his hand in hers and guided him to the swing. He sat down and she climbed onto him, straddling his lap and resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"Don't you think, since you're bigger, that I should sit on you," he asked teasingly. She sighed and stroked his earrings with her tongue so they jingled against each other.

"I think…you should be quiet and enjoy the esteemed privilege of having me sit on you." She dragged her feet across the grass, letting him lift her hand to nibble at her wrist.

"I may enjoy it a bit too much," he admitted, another erection rubbing at her thigh insistently. She pushed a hand through her hair and laughed tiredly.

"You thought I was the eager one. At least let me catch up to you. It's nice just being like this, isn't it?"

"Mm. I like this so much I think we should…" He let his sentence trail off, kissing her jaw line and letting his fingers flutter down the sides of her stomach. She squirmed, trying to stifle her laughter at being tickled. It came out in a snort when he let out a series of ridiculous sounding moans because of her hip movements. He glared at her as she laughed and let his face fall to hide his blush in her boobs. She rubbed his back.

"Aw, poor baby," she cooed sarcastically, pouting her lips and then exploding into unladylike laughter again.

"Shut up," Zoro mumbled. He pressed his lips to the side of one breast and blew air out, the resulting farting sound making her cringe. She pulled at his hair so he was looking up at her, a smirk dominating his lips.

"You are immature," she kissed his forehead, "and rude," she kissed his nose, "and a complete asshole." She brought her hands up to cup his face as she finished by pressing gentle kisses to his wounded eye.

The night he took her virginity, she had asked him what it was like seeing the world like that; if he missed having both eyes.

It doesn't matter. I can see you, so it doesn't matter, he'd said.

Admittedly, that was probably when she knew she had fallen for him.

"You sure you don't want to go with me?"

Franky walked down the narrow hall of the inn with Robin, escorting her to the room she shared with Nami. Robin shook her head slightly and squeezed his hand.

"Maybe another time. I think I've had enough excitement for one night. Have fun though."

Franky grinned and continued walking down the hall to the room he shared with Brook. Sanji and Chopper were sharing one with Luffy. Robin had passed on getting drinks with everyone else after the concert, so Franky had offered to walk her back here and change before heading back for the after party.

Robin was about to open the door when she heard some muffled conversation from inside, and then what sounded like a whine.

Senchou?

She pushed her ear to the door, trying to confirm his voice. It was indeed him speaking, and it sounded like someone else too. She didn't want to intrude, but…

"Seis Fleur," she whispered, an ear sprouting on the other side of the wall.

"Na~mi, will you stop doing that?"

"Don't you wanna see how far it can stretch?"

Navigator-san too?

Robin smiled a little, wondering if she should summon an eye to accompany the ear.

"I don't care if it stretches. I don't even understand why we're doing this. Normally you punch everyone if we see you naked."

Robin decided against the eye, blushing at what she had apparently stumbled upon, but too intrigued to walk away.

"Shush. I'm gonna show you something nice, so be grateful."

"I don't want you touching it."

"Too bad."

"Nami, let gooo~"

"Tch. Fine. I should've known you'd be too much of a baby."

There was a snapping sound and a yelp from Luffy, then some pained moaning. Nami spluttered an apology, then he yelled at her when she tried to make it seem like he was over-reacting. Robin could barely contain her laughter. And, admittedly, she was now a bit curious about how far her captain's…ahem…could stretch.

"Nami you JERK," came his enraged cry. "It HURTS."

"Ok, ok, so I shouldn't have done that. Here, I'll make it better…"

"NO. I don't want you to touch it anymore…wait…what're you…"

"This'll feel good. I promise."

"Don't BITE it, that'll make it WORSE…wait…that's…whoa…"

Then there was silence, and Robin blushed a little more at knowing what was probably going on. She came out of her technique and smirked when Luffy's moans became audible from the other side of the door, even without straining to hear. Franky came back around the corner, adjusting his tie and looking confused to see Robin still outside.

"Did j'you forget the key-"

A hand bloomed off of Franky's shoulder and slapped itself over his mouth. She gestured with her eyes at the door and his eyes widened when he heard some of the strange sounds coming from inside.

"I thought it best not to disturb them. So, if you don't mind, I think I will accompany you to the party."

"Oh. Supa~" He whispered, holding out his arm to her and rushing them past the decreasingly sound proof door. They almost died laughing when a cry of 'HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT' reached their ears, even as they got to the end of the hallway.