To her surprise a slight hint of cool night air brushed against her face, as she stepped deeper into the dimly lit, spacious room. A quiet trickle of water came from an indoor fountain somewhere to the side. As her eyes got used to the semi-darkness she saw shimmering moonlight that fell through the sheer magenta curtains, veiling big windows and was reflected from the black marble floor. One side of the room was almost entirely filled by a gigantic four poster bed with black satin sheets.
The size made sense, taking the man into account and especially if he wasn't alone...
She turned to look at her host, who had followed her into the chamber and stared at the boy, whom he just led through the door, before closing it behind him.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at the lanky man.
„I'm sure there is no necessity to have him-" With a sly smile and a sigh, Doflamingo shed his feathery coat and let it drop carelessly over the board at his beds lower end.
„I'm afraid I have to insist..." something in his voice ensured her, he wouldn't budge in the matter.
„This young one should witness, what he is worth... with his own eyes."
Robin took an inspecting look at the hollowed out, dull expression in the blond boys eyes.
He had already seen too much. The scars would never be fully eraseable. But the potential was still there,so she would have to inflict this wound for his sake. The final wound, and hopefully not a fatal one.
With an indifferent shrug she turned away, as the boy positioned himself close to a window opposite of the bed where Doflamingo, now lazyly smirking leaned against one of the bedposts.
Prowling towards the man, her stance subtletly changed from feminine to an almost feline elegance.
„So, down to business, I suppose?" She smiled stroking a strand of hair away from her exotic face. One of her hands casually traveled down the frontside of her body, unbuttoning her coat with artistic ease.
The fabric parted, unveiling a low cut silk dress, that complemented her feminine figure, revealing enough of her skin to look blatantly inviting without appearing obscene. She stopped a step away from him and looked up at his unreadable face. Standing he towered over her by far, despite her not being a short woman.
„Fine with me..."
His voice held a soft purr that made a shiver run down Robins spine. In a deliberately slow and sleek fashion she took her coat off and placed it next to his.
„How about the Details, Doflamingo-dono?" She did an elegant half-turn and rested her back against the beds headboard next to him, just so close their bodys didn't accidentally touch.
„You are accepting my lead? You surprise me with no end, my pretty Robin." With a playful gleam in his eyes he mimiced her move, caging her between his body and the bed, his hand still resting on the post.
„I suppose you misinterpreted my words." Smiling she ducked under his arm and slipped to the side, where she leaned against the wall next to his bed, her arms crossed, foot tapping in feigned impatience.
„I rather intended to open negotiations concerning the matter of whose lead might be favorable." An ironic smile tugged at her lips.
With a speed and grace she hadn't believed possible in a man his size he suddenly was on her, his hands tethering her wrists against the wall, before she could even begin to struggle.
Long fingers held a vice grip that immobilized her.
The slightly painful pressure signalized willingness and ability to release the predatory energy she could see lighting his face, suddenly close to her own. He leaned in even closer. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek as he purred: „I am not opposed to seeing an example of your rumored leadership abilities..."
Gracelessly he let himself plummet backwards into the sheets, pulling her along and settling her beside him.
Then he let go and stretched out on the matress, his head lazily propped up on one hand watching her every move.
„How generous... Or do you just want to inspect my partys... assets a little longer before getting initative?"
She got out of her high heeled boots and slid fully onto the bed, positioning herself to give him a proper look at her womanly body. One leg stretched out, one pulled close, the fingers of one hand leisurely roaming over the sheets silky texture.
She looked down at him as he inspected her with a ruthlessly thorough glance, returned the look as their eyes met. Neither backing down nor taking action. Her fingers slightly touched his, trailed up his arm playfully. Stroked, teased, caressed.
His hand took hold of her wrist, effortlessly pulled her ontop of him without breaking eyecontact. With a feral smile Robin let her free hand glide over his temples, shiver through his short hair, down his neck, gave his throat a caress that held a biting hint of nails and tracing the deep v of his his shirts neckline.
Appreciatively she stroked the impressive muscles showing well toned under sun-kissed skin.
The man gave a hum of pleasure as he began his own exploration of her body, running his fingers over her slender waist, down the luscious curve of her hips and buttocks. After giving the outsides of her thighs a slow and feathery caress he suddenly curled his hand into her hair and pulled her down into a kiss with soft brutality.
As the mix of pain and the sensual feeling of his warm, knowing lips sent a pleasing shiver down her spine, she melt into the kiss, slightly shifting so she could straddle him.
Continuing to leisurely pet and touch she could feel his male interest rise under her, while their kiss intensified. His tongue hungrily ran over her lips, demanded entry. Lips parted, tongues touched, flirted, two well versed players in the game. One moment his hold on her loosened as the heat intensified, their breaths becoming heavy between kisses.
Abruptly he hesitated, let go. With a provocative smile she straightened and watched him touch his lip with a slow hiss of anger and consider the drops of blood shimmering in dim light. Then, rising an eyebrow tauntingly he looked up at Robins face and swiped the remaining blood from the cut where her teeth had nipped him.
„I doubt me being obedient would be entertaining throughout the evening." her voice was coated in a dark, smokey cadence that made him perceptibly burn up under her.
A wicked grin lightened the mans face.
„Knowing me so well, what are you planning to change that fact?"
Bending down she let her lips hover above his „I'm sure we can find a way of mutual contentment." She whispered.
His reply was a chuckle, followed by a low moan, as she advanced kissing, nibbling, biting and licking a trail from his temples down, over her neck and collarbone, her fingers stroking his sides.
Robins touches slid deeper, a casual move opened his shirt in full, leaving more skin open to her attention. As her tongue almost reached his beltline, a shiver went through the tall man.
Groaning with arousal he took hold of her hands. Answering her startled expression with a smirk, he did a swift roll and trapped her under him. Since he now knelt between her legs delightfully spread apart, the skirt of her dress slid up almost to her hips uncovered silky red panties shimmering against her skin and a laced garterbelt holding up her stockings.
„Truly a sight to behold..." He murmured grinning and licked his still slightly bleeding lips.
One Finger hooked under each strap of her dress and pulled it down with whimsical slowness.
The lips and hands peeling the fabric away spoke of long time experience that made her tremble with anticipation.
When he had her lying under him, only wearing a bra so sheer it didn't completely veil the dark circles of her nipples and the pants, garterbelt and stocking, he abruptly pinned both her wrists above her head with one of his hands. Pressed them to the bed with a force, she couldn't even begin to fight.
„Your assets don't leave any mans wishes unfulfilled, my dear." he purred and brushed his lips against her cheek for a lingering kiss, his unoccupied hand caressing the edges of the sparse cloth still covering her body.
He cupped one of her large, firm breasts, that even his long fingers couldn't wholly contain, stroked the sensitive nipple in passing, making her body twitch against her will.
His hand slid to her back and down, pressing her lower body up against his to make her feel his hungry maleness struggle against its confinement.
Robins legs hooked around his hips, grinded their bodies together. Despite her hands being still caught, her control over the man rose with every push. Doflamingos eyes closed in pleasure and a groan came over his lips. In that moment of relaxation, the woman used her chance to take his balance and reverse their positions again. Rolling her hips she looked down on him smiling, the man smirked back and released her hands. She let them trail along his chest and sides, down over his hips, removed their remaining clothes almost incidentally while her fingers played and incited every inch of his skin she uncovered. When she was done undressing him, the man indicated her to lie down.
He reached for a bottle standing on the nightstand next to the bed and slowly dripped some of the clear liquid onto his fingers. He looked her straight into the eyes still smirking, she replied with a challenging smile and lasciviously shifted to spread her legs. When his fingers, covered with the cool lube touched her womanhood Robin couldn't hide the unintentional thrust of her hips that welcomed the sensation. Couldn't stifle the moan that made the man grin contently, as he continued to caress and playfully prepare her body, playing with her arousal. Then he knelt between her legs, licking his lips "Down to business, my dear. Down to business~"
It was almost dawn, when they walked towards Robins private apartment in a rather obscure area of town. It was windy, cold and moist, every breeze making the blond boy shiver. The woman observed his face. Tired, numb eyes, so weary were still not looking at her face.
After a while they stopped at a small building. "Would you tell me your name?" She asked, carefully resting her hand on his arm.
"S-sanji." The boy raised his head, confused by the softness in her voice "Where are we, Lady?"
"I'm Robin, " she replied "We are home."