Sakura rolled onto her back and pressed a hand to her side. Her cloak pooled around her- shielding her back from the snow. Crimson liquid seeped through the fabric of her shirt and through the cracks between her fingers. Zoro's gaze fell on the kunai embedded into the marine's temple before it shifted to her. A faint laugh passed her lips before a trail of blood spluttered down her chin. It had been a reckless decision. A stupid mistake. An idiotic move just to keep him safe, and look where that had landed her. 'I'm so stupid,'

"Oi," he crouched down in the snow beside her. His gaze flickered over her defeated frame. "If you had a death-wish, I could have helped you days ago,"

"Idiot," she managed to wheeze out with a weak smirk and lifted a hand to rest on his knee. "Get me… inside,"

"Tch," the katana slid into the holster before he bent over to help her up and felt her snake an arm around his waist for extra support. He sent her a swift glance before slowly leading her toward the kicked down front door. Black dots danced in his vision, but he chose to ignore it along with the pain in his chest.

A hiss left her lips before she gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes together as he helped her step over one of the bodies decorating the cabin floor.

"Bed," she croaked while they sidestepped another marine and felt the swordsman adjust his grasp on her shoulder.

The futon creaked as she slumped down on the tattered mattress with a whimper. He crouched down in front of her. The three sheaths scraped against the floorboards in the process. Pearls of sweat adorned his temples while he steadied himself against the futon. A shaky hand dug into her sling bag before she handed him the first aid kit.

"Can you…-" she started and opened the clasp of her cloak with one hand. The thick fabric puddled around her hips while she turned. "See if… it went through?"

Zoro hesitated for a moment, but lifted the back of her shirt nonetheless. The creamy skin of her back was intact. "It's clean,"

"Fuck,"

He watched her face draw into a wince as she shifted again.

"I need you… to take it out,"

"Sakura," he drawled and rested his hand next to her hip.

"It's fine," she reassured with another whimper, while keeping pressure on the gushing hole. Why did it have to be so fucking painful? "Just…-" another splutter of blood slipped through her lips as she coughed. "Get it out,"

Calloused fingers wrapped around the hilt of one of his katanas before he slowly started unsheathing it. He paused if halfway when her eyes met his. Idiot, they said.

"How?" he questioned while sheathing his blade.

Another cough racked through her frame while her face contorted with pain. His hand moved involuntarily to her shoulder, but stopped before it reached her. He glanced down at his lap and the first-aid kit resting there.

"Tweezers,"

"Huh?"

"Pinchy-thingys," she half-whispered while laying back on the futon and pulled the bottom of her shirt up over her stomach. Her hand went back to press over the would while her skin prickled from the cold.

Zoro rummaged through the messy content of her med-kit and showed her what he thought she was referring to.

"Antiseptic," her eyes closed momentarily before she tilted her head toward the green haired swordsman. Puffs of smoke escaped her lips as she breathed.

He let the med-kit fall onto the floor and scooted closer with the cleaned tweezers in one hand.

"Ready," she whispered and moved her hand from the gunshot wound.

Zoro leaned over her smaller frame and shakily stuck the tweezers into the hole. Blood seeped out of it with each of her heartbeats. The crimson liquid slid down the side of her waist and onto the mattress while simultaneously soaking into the waistband of her pants. He watched her bite down onto her blood-covered bottom lip while her eyes squeezed shut. A whimper escaped her as he twisted his hold while trying to grasp onto the slippery bullet. Her fingers dug into the sheets before her back arched. He pressed her down with one trembling arm over her chest while scraping the tweezers against her insides.

"Lay still. I almost got it," he growled out when she tried wiggling her way out of his grasp. He wrapped his fingers around her arm and stuck the tweezers deeper into her body and heard her gut-wrenching scream of agony echo throughout the room.

A green sheen suddenly appeared around her fist. Dark eyes widened as she brought it to her waist while the lower side of his arm tingled from its energy when the green light skimmed against his skin. The sensation felt oddly familiar.

"Get it out," she rasped as another splutter of blood spewed from her trembling lips.

His eyes shut while trying to keep the room from spinning. He opened them a moment later and pulled the bloodied bullet from her wound. "It's out,"

Her glowing fingers trailed up her waist until they covered the punctuated tissue. He removed his hand while his eyes widened as the blood stopped flowing and her skin stitched itself together beneath her touch.

The bullet bounced twice against the floor as he let it drop from the tweezers. Brows pushed together at the view before him, yet he found himself unable to speak, unable to ask any questions. Sakura slowly rose to a seated position while the green sheen continued to penetrate the right side of her stomach. Shivers racked through her body, mimicking his own in the dropping temperature. Sea-green irises met his dark-chocolaty ones. He sucked in a breath when he locked onto her determined gaze. Not a single trace of the fear and pain he had seen moments earlier remained.

"Come," she breathed while her hand continued to press against her stomach. She scooted closer toward the wall to give him enough space and he felt his own body obey against his will.

Icy fingers skimmed against his chilled skin while she lifted his shirt and peeked at his back. A pleased hum resounded from the pinkette.

"It went through. Give me a second," she forced through chattering teeth before taking a deep breath.

He felt the mattress dip as she shifted and pushed the front of his shirt up before her glowing hand gently pressed against the gunshot wound on his chest. Her leg brushed over his thighs before she straddled his lap.

"O-oi," he stammered with a tint to his cheeks when her ass sunk down on his thighs, but she seemed to not have heard it. It was strange feeling her odd power enter his system. A serene calmness overcame him as he felt her swirling along his insides and stitching up the damage the marine had caused. His skin tingled from her feather light touch, or maybe it was the cold. He wasn't sure.

"There," she whispered moments later while retracting her hands. The glow dimmed down until nothing and he found himself staring at the pinkette occupying his lap.

"You've done this before," he stated through chattering teeth. "To me,"

"I have," came her reply while she eased her way back over his legs and skidded across the floor with her arms wrapped around her front in an attempt to warm herself in the relentless cold.

He watched her tug and pull off the coat of one of the beheaded marine's before throwing his blood stained winter-coat over her shoulders in an attempt to keep the cold out. He rose from the futon on shaky legs while watching her struggle with another marine's corpse before she faltered and toppled over. His arm slid around her midsection before she hit the floor.

"Why?" he asked and pulled her against his frame. Her body heat seeped into his freezing body. Dark eyes searched her face when she turned in his grasp and felt her hands rub up and down his chest in an attempt at warming him. Heat slowly spread through his system while he awaited her answer.

"Because it's what I do," came her simple reply through chattering teeth. "I am a doctor,"

"Training to be," he cut in and felt her hands still over his pecks while her eyes narrowed.

A cold breeze drafted in through the knocked down front door while he peered down at her, but she never replied and chose to shrug out of his grasp.

Black dots danced against his vision while the world seemed to close in on him. He clenched one of his hilts in an attempt to steady himself before she was in front of him again and slung a marine's coat over his shoulders. It was still semi warm.

"Fight it," she whispered while her breath evaporated into the cold atmosphere. "I don't have enough cha-" she froze and spared him a glance before averting her eyes. "Chance of healing you right now,"

He nodded his head in understanding while slipping his arms through the sleeves and buttoned the coat. An uneasy feeling bloomed in his subconscious. She was definitely hiding something from him.

Zoro readjusted his three katanas in the the green sash which was wrapped snugly against his abdomen. The arm resting against the hilts seemed relaxed, but was more than ready to strike if he needed to. Snow crunched beneath his shoes as he followed the pinkette through the snowy landscape. Pink tresses twisted and shot in one direction while she kept trudging forward through the ivory depths and the unforgiving wind.

Silence hung over them like a heavy cloud. He had never seen anyone heal gunshots the way that she had done. Hell, he had never seen anyone heal another person like she had done with him either. Not that he could recall anyway. His questions piled within his mind, yet he said nothing as he followed her lead.

Sakura could feel the tension rolling in waves against her back. She had screwed up everything. Teeth chewed the inside of her cheek while she squinted as another gust of wind attacked her. Using chakra to heal herself had been an idiotic move. Necessary, but idiotic. Using it while he watched was a major mistake which could potentially get her killed- if not by him, then her shishou would most likely see to it.

'Fuck,' she came to an immediate halt as it dawned on her just how royally fucked everything was. She was in pirate territory for fucks sake. Stories from her academy days flashed through her memory, stories of pirates fighting ninjas. The details had always been fuzzy and always seemed to change as they had been re-told from year to year, but the essence was always the same: pirates were bad and had banished the ninjas from what they deemed was their territory. How much truth there was to the stories was a mystery, but everything grew from one truth, didn't it? The swordsman's presence closed in to her left while a sudden thought popped into her head and made her insides freeze. Was he a pirate? Would he kill her if or when he regained his memories?

"Why are we stopping?" she heard him ask as he stood beside her.

She shot him a quick, wary glance and felt the corners of her lips pull into a soft smile. The tension in her shoulders dissipated as she took in his appearance.

He narrowed his eyes in return while his lips tugged downward into a scowl. "What?"

"You're kinda cute with white hair," she grinned and stepped closer, only to get up on her toes and ruffling his green locks. White powder fell onto his shoulders while his green hair reappeared. "But I like it better this way,"

"Tch," he huffed and looked elsewhere with a blush tinting his cheeks, which only made her grin wider. "You wanna get cut, shitty doctor?"

"Need I remind you that I can't die?" she retorted as she fell back onto her soles and met his stare once he peered back at her.

"Tch, witch," he muttered and started walking.

Sakura raised her brows as she watched his retreating form.

"Zoro," she called. "The village is this way,"

He turned on his heel with a glare. "You should stop giving wrong directions then,"

The wind had died down until nothing but a soft breeze. Snow fell slowly around them, adding another layer of white fluff to the already frozen landscape. Birds were chirping from high up in the trees and Sakura would have found the scenery relaxing and enjoyable if it hadn't been for the fact that Zoro, the idiot swordsman, had managed to get lost every other second and she had to keep a steady eye on his no-sense-of-direction-idiotic-frame. They had been walking straight through the forest, going the same route she had taken to and from the small village, yet he had managed to stray away from the path at least six times since the last stop.

She had tried everything. She had made him walk behind her, which had failed. Him walking in front of her had failed as well and they'd both ended up in the middle of a clearing and had to trace their steps back to find the road again. Walking beside her had worked for a while until she had been distracted by a wild deer further up the road, and when she had declared her findings to the swordsman, she had realized he was nowhere to be seen.

He, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to his lack of direction and blamed her for giving him false information or for pointing him the wrong way again. And so, he now found himself walking beside the doctor again with her arm hooked securely around his. Much to his disappointment.

"We're almost there," she breathed from his side even though he hadn't asked.

Sakura suddenly stopped walking, her ears perking up as the sound of running feet closed in on them from further up ahead. She had never met anyone on this road before and was unsure of what to make of it. Zoro seemed to pick up on her indecisiveness and quirked an eyebrow at her odd behavior. Her eyes met his for a moment and he nodded in silent agreement before tugging at her arm and stepping off the road to hide in the nearby snow-clad foliage.

Three large bears came running with a sleigh fastened with black leather rims around their torsos, dragging the sleigh over the frozen road. Sakura peeked around the bush, seeing five men sitting in the wooden sleigh. White jackets with the marine symbol clad their backs and she quickly hid behind the bush again, hoping they hadn't seen her.

"I'm telling you, sir. They still haven't reported back," one of the men stated while his full focus was on the largest built man of the group. "Roronoa Zoro may very well still be alive."

Sakura's eyes widened at the exchange of words between the marines and quickly turned her head toward the swordsman, only to be met by his emotionless stare as he followed the sleigh with his eyes. He knew she was watching him and he knew she wanted answers, but he was in no way able to give them to her.

"Roronoa Zoro?" she whispered even though the marines were too far away to be able to hear her.

His dark chocolaty eyes went to hers and he shrugged before standing up and began brushing the snow off of his knees. She mimicked his actions while peering after the marine's.

"Are you okay?" she questioned and turned to face Zoro completely.

"Don't worry about me." he stated and began walking until she heatedly called his name from behind.

"Zoro!"

He turned to face her.

"You're going in the wrong direction. Again…"

Zoro and Sakura reached the outskirts of the village about an hour later. Snow was still falling from the sky although in lesser amounts than before, and they were both grateful for that. She spared him a glance while untangling her arm from his. He couldn't possibly get lost within the village, could he?

"Uh," she started and chewed the corner of her lip. "We need a sleigh, but I don't want to travel up the mountain in the dark," she confessed while her stomach rumbled beneath the marine's coat she was wearing. She shot him a sheepish smile while a soft pink dusted her cheeks. "Would you be okay with…" she forced her gaze away from his while cursing her stomach for choosing that time to speak up. "Spending the night at an inn?"

"Tch," was his only reply as he entered the half-empty street while the sun set in the horizon.

She fell into step beside him and inwardly awed at the respect the civilians showed as they passed. Heads bowed respectfully as they made their way through the street of various small shops on the brink of closing for the day. Zoro stared straight ahead, paying the bypassers and shop-owners none of his attention. An elbow nudged at his side before he met her emerald irises with a scowl.

"There's no need to be an ass," she told him and was rewarded with a raised eyebrow. "A smile wouldn't kill, you know,"

His teeth glimmered in the sunset while he sneered at her as they kept walking.

"I take that back," she mumbled and returned her focus ahead of them.

He watched her for a moment longer, but said nothing as his face fell back into a frown.

An inn finally appeared and Sakura let out a contained sigh as they stepped into the warmth of the building. She walked up to the reception and offered the young woman a smile.

"We would like a room for the night,"

"One room?" the younger woman asked while glancing at the two.

Sakura felt her brow start to twitch while she strained herself to keep the smile present on her face. "Please,"

Money hadn't been a problem when she started this mission, but as it had dragged on- she had used more than she should have just to keep the idiot alive.

The younger woman turned to fetch a pair of keys from the board behind her. Sakura followed her with her gaze and felt her blood freeze as she noticed the wanted posters adorning the wall to the left of the pegboard. Of course his face was on one of them.

Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro

Bounty 60,000,000

Next to his poster was another of a black-haired boy sporting a yellow straw-hat. Could it be the same hat he said he remembered? Pirate Hunter. Did that mean he was on her side? Had he fought the younger boy before she had found him? She glanced at the green-haired male whom seemed oblivious to her racing mind as he eyed the bottles of sake in the small fridge to the side. She had so many questions which she knew he wouldn't be able to answer just yet.

"30,000 beri," the young girl stated as she nonchalantly flung the keys onto the counter.

"30,000 beri? For one night? We are marines," Sakura stated with a half-laugh and met the younger girl's indecisive stare. The pinkette's heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to back down. She didn't have that much amount of money left and if she could just get the youngster to lower the price she might have enough left to-"

Zoro placed four bottles of sake onto the counter and peered down at the shorter female behind it. "10,000 beri for the room and these bottles," His face was set in a firm stare as he pinned the younger's gaze down with one of his own until she nodded as if in a daze.

Sakura felt her jaw slack in disbelief but left 10,000 beri on the counter anyway while sweeping her eyes over the key-tag. Room 9. If she had known his persuasiveness would have been received this way; she would have asked for two rooms.

Moments later she unlocked the door and fell into step behind him as he entered their shared room for the night.

Sakura stared at him in disbelief when he went straight toward the bed and sat down while skillfully unscrewing the cap from the bottle.

"You know, alcohol and a concussion is not a good combination," she stated matter-of-factly while shutting the door with her hip.

Dark eyes regarded her while he took a mouthful of the alcohol and felt his throat constrict against the warming burn it provided. He pulled the bottle from his lips with a raised eyebrow.

"Whatever," she sighed. He wouldn't listen to her anyway.

The slingbag thudded against the floor before she draped her marine-coat over the only chair in the room. Cold hands brushed up and down her arms as she made her way toward the bathroom. 'Please let there be a shower,'

Pink lips tugged into a smile when she found a small tub inside the white-tiled room. Another gurgling growl reminded her of the hole in her stomach, but it would have to wait. Dried blood covered the majority of her side, she noted once her shirt landed on the floor before her remaining clothes piled up on top of it. Soft fingertips trailed over the spot the bullet had pierced hours earlier. She had gotten lucky. A few inches to the right and it would have pierced her liver. Emerald eyed the door as she slid into the tub and let the spray of warm water wash over her. A content sigh escaped her lips as she shut her eyes and relaxed.

Zoro sucked in a breath as he watched the pinkette exit the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

"Could you try not to trash the bathroom if you're thinking about cleaning up after the fight?" he heard her ask while navigating through the room before she crouched down by her bag.

He lifted the bottle once more in hopes of greasing his dry throat while seeing pearls of water drip down her back and trail along her spine into the towel as she rummaged through her belongings. Emerald-green gazed at him through her dark eyelashes and he felt his cheeks start to burn. Another swig of the sake slunk down his throat while he forced himself to look elsewhere.

He trained his gaze on the door while hearing her curse as she stumbled. A quick glance her way made his knuckles whiten as he gripped the bottle harder. The towel laid messily on the floor while she slid her underwear up over her ass-cheeks before skillfully leaning over to pick up a clean shirt with her back turned towards him. He took another swig of his sake and leaned the back of his head against the wall while closing his eyes in hopes of distracting himself from her. Only to see her pull those damn panties over her butt while glancing his way in his imagination. Maybe that shower wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"I'm gonna see if I can find something to eat," he heard her say while her feet padded across the floor. "Is there anything special you'd want to have?"

'You,' he thought but shot out a bored "No," instead.

"I'll be right back," she replied softly before the door clicked shut.

A deep breath left his lips as he opened his eyes again and stared at the door. He took another sip of the sake and left the bottle on the floor before slowly heading toward the bathroom.

Sakura sat on the bed with a tray full of side dishes when he finally emerged from the bathroom.

"The kitchen was closed for the day, but I managed to get a few things anyway," she stated while lifting her chopsticks to her mouth and bit into what looked like chicken.

He simply nodded in return while ruffling his hair with a towel. His pants hung low on his hips while the ruined shirt he had worn was left in the bathroom.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I asked for a bit of everything," she confessed with a sheepish smile playing on her lips before they delicately wrapped around her chopsticks and a satisfied moan resounded from her. "This is so good,"

"Tch," he replied and left the towel hanging over his shoulders while ignoring the blood pooling in his lower region.

The bed dipped as he sat down while the small plates clinked against one another in the process. He reached for his bottle only to find it empty. Slender brows furrowed while he glanced at the pinkette.

"Heh, I couldn't resist. Long day," was her reply to his unvoiced question. He reached for another and took a long sip after unscrewing the cap and met her gaze while swallowing the burning liquid.

A sigh escaped him as he handed her the drink while her eyes crinkled in thanks. His heart jumped in his chest when her fingertips skimmed against his. Unable to speak, he buried the electrifying emotion and looked away: distracting himself by peering at the various side dishes before he settled for one of the two bowls of rice.

"Aah," she mouthed while her chopsticks rested in front of his mouth.

He gave her a quizzical look at the sudden action only to be met by a smile.

"Vegetables are good for you," she stated and opened her own mouth in hopes of encouraging him to do the same.

Pink tinted his cheeks while he obeyed her request while thinking of all the things he would do to her opened mouth. He stuffed another mouthful of rice while watching her take another sip of sake. The alcohol slid down the side of her mouth, slowly traveling down the curve of her chin and down the milky skin of her throat.

"Sakura," he finally said and bit the inside of his cheek when she tilted her head to the side while gazing back at him through her dark lashes. "I won't be able to contain myself for much longer if you keep this up,"

Pink brows rose before drawing together in a confused stare. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," he half-whispered before shoveling more rice down his throat. Of course it had only been his mind playing tricks on him.

His hand reached out across the tray until he felt the steady shape of the bottle against the palm of his hand while he continued to shovel rice down his throat. Another sip traveled down his throat with its comforting burn lingering against his insides.

"It's almost as if we've shared a kiss," he heard her say while he dropped his chopsticks while gazing at her. "Through the bottle, I mean," she continued with a blush adorning her cheeks.

Zoro felt nothing as he took in her appearance- too shocked to hear what she was thinking about.

"It kind of makes me wonder what that would feel like," she continued while averting her gaze.

Zoro sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth and shoved the tray aside while the plates clanked against one another as they hit the floor. Two seconds later he was in front of her. Dark eyes searched her emerald ones while she reluctantly wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and inched closer.

His gaze dropped to her parted lips while hers closed in anticipation. Unable to fight it any longer, he captured her lips with his own while his heart raged against his chest.

A moan escaped her lips when his aligned perfectly against hers. He softly nipped at her bottom lip while one of his larger hands skimmed across her waist until it reached her breast which he squeezed delicately while his other hand rested against her hip.

Another moan left her lips when he started kissing her neck. His chest pressed against hers while he used his weight to push her down onto the bed. A hand in his hair splayed over the back of his head before she grasped a handful of his short tresses. Her other hand slid up the underside of his bare arm. Goosebumps emitted under her touch while she slowly dragged her nails softly down his muscular arm. He removed his lips from her neck and brought them to her lips instead, aligning them perfectly over hers before leaning down to taste her.

His kisses were soft, loving and patient, and she knew he was fighting hard to restrain himself. She had seen the need in his eyes. She had heard it in his voice and had felt him grow where his lower body rested against hers, and she admired the control he seemed to have over himself.

She felt her insides melt when his tongue suddenly lapped at her lips and she found herself responding instantly and allowed him to explore her further. The tip of his tongue met hers and she shivered while he glided it slowly against hers before curling itself around it. Warmth was starting to spread in between her legs and she inhaled sharply while grinding her clothed sex against his.

This was wrong, yet felt so right.

He left her lips for a second and gazed down at her face. Her eyes were closed. Her cheeks slightly tinted in a pale, pink shade while her lips were wet and seemed to be calling his name. He wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off right then and there, but something in his mind wanted to challenge him, to see how far he could go, so he refrained from it.

A hand was brought down to the hem of her shirt before he let his fingertips brush against the warm skin underneath the black fabric. Her eyes opened a fraction, completely glazed over by lust, and she arched her back a bit to let him slide the fabric further up over her toned stomach. He kissed her again and felt her nails claw at his back as she dragged them over his exposed form. The action made him deepen the kiss and he soon earned a moan from the pinkette as he expertly explored the cavern of her mouth.

His calloused hand made its way up over her ribcage and up to her breast, and he heard her whimper as he cupped the mound of flesh in his hand. She fit him perfectly, he noted, and started massaging the fullness of her bosom. Her nipple hardened against the palm of his hand, so he flicked his thumb over the erect bud before pinching and rolling it in between his thumb and index finger.

A shaky gasp left her lips at that and she tilted her head to the side with her eyes still closed. Zoro took advantage of her exposed neck and nibbled lightly on the skin over her carotid artery while continuing to assault her nipple with his fingers. She squirmed beneath him, her breathing picking up noticeably and he found himself unable to resist grinding his hardened groin into her. A throaty moan left her lips before she bit down on her bottom lip. Zoro used his other hand to tilt her head so he could kiss her and thrust against her again. This time her eyes fluttered open and her green orbs gazed longingly into his.

Not a word was spoken as he lifted her top off of her and threw it to the side. His eyes roamed her exposed skin, from her face, down her throat, to her collarbones and down her chest where two inviting mounds called for attention. He lowered his head and left a trail of wet kisses from her lips and down her throat before he ended up in between her breasts. His lips left small pecks over her soft skin until his lips reached her hardened nipple. He took it in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the erect bud while his other hand massaged its twin.

Sakura hissed as he diverged his attention from her face and she instantly grabbed a hold of his hair. Her hips started moving in circles underneath his form. The heat she had felt earlier in between her legs was slowly but surely intensifying. She needed more.

"Zoro," she moaned when he bit down on her bosom and he lifted his gaze to peek at her through his dark lashes. "Please…"

A smirk grazed his lips at the sight of her humming form and he decided to let her have her way. For now, at least.

He grasped the hem of her trousers and tugged them down her legs and exposed the white underwear he had seen earlier, in the process. Quirking an eyebrow, he eyed her with a playful grin on his face.

"White, huh?"

Sakura leaned up on her elbows. The pink in her cheeks darkened as she glared down at him with a scowl on her face.

"I like them." He stated truthfully and hooked his index fingers in her underwear before sliding them down her legs and let them drop to the floor along with her trousers.

His hands slid up the insides of her thighs, spreading them further apart, and he gazed up at her while making himself comfortable in between her legs.

The first thing she felt was his breathing as he came closer to her awaiting sex. The second thing was the feeling of his lips as they brushed ever so slightly against her womanhood. His tongue followed tightly thereafter and slid slowly through her wet folds and up toward her clitoris. Her eyes closed momentarily and she laid back down onto the mattress with a heavy but content sigh passing through her lips. This was what she wanted, what she needed and what she craved.

His tongue flickered over her sensitive bud of nerves and she breathed out a moan in response while fisting the sheets in her hands. He brought one hand up where his face was resting and used two fingers to spread her apart for better access before sliding his tongue over her slit and up toward her most sensitive spot again. She tasted sweet.

Sakura cried out in pleasure as he lapped at her most sensitive spot and she started grinding her hips until he propped a hand over her other hip to firmly hold her down. Another moan escaped through her lips when he placed his upper lip right above her clit and wiggled the tip of his tongue directly at it.

She shivered in pleasure and glided one hand down her chest and belly until she came into contact with the hair on the top of his head. Slim fingers clawed sensually at the soft strands of his green hair while he continued to please her. Her whole body was humming in delight, basking in the attention it was receiving.

She was so close. Her insides were on fire and she felt a sudden burst of pleasure rapidly building up deep, deep down in her belly.

"Zoro," she moaned in warning while thrashing her head from side to side and felt him grab a hold of her thighs before hooking his arms underneath them. This new position gave him easier access to her sweet spot and he took advantage of it by adding more pressure to her pearl.

Her hands roamed over her own body before resting atop of her breasts while he continued assaulting her spot. A couple of more licks later had her toes curling as she let out a throaty moan while reaching her peak. She trembled beneath him, moaned his name and arched her back as her orgasm coursed through her body, yet he didn't stop. One hand sneaked in between his chest and the sheets and he slowly inserted a finger into her wet core. She was completely soaked, he noted and added another digit and pushed both fingers in and out of her wet cave. He pulled away from her clitoris for a moment to give her time to come down from her high and focused solely on unwinding her again, but in a different way.

Her hand suddenly grasped his and he gazed up at her flushed face with the big, green eyes he had come to adore. Her breathing was ragged and her face had taken on a wild-looking appearance as she sat halfway up on the bed with her legs on either side of his form.

"Please," she whimpered as he thrust his fingers back into her wet folds and he saw her eyes rolling to the back of her head for a moment before she forced them to re-focus on his. "This isn't fair." she managed to get out in just above a whisper, and he had to agree with that.

Giving in to her a second time that day, he pulled his fingers out with his mind set on fulfilling his own need. Standing up on his knees, he soon felt her hands stroking him through his pants. His eyes closed immediately at this new sensation and he fisted his hand in her hair while the other one gently cupped her cheek. His lips met hers in a needy kiss and he felt his throat tighten as a low growl seemed to have escaped from him. Her lips formed a victorious smile at the sound and he felt his cheeks heat up slightly, completely taken off guard by the whole thing. Trying to stay in control was getting harder by the second. Especially when her hand had decided to slide inside of his pants and was now stroking his shaft without restrictions in between their skin.

He pulled away from her lips for a second and peered down at her beautiful face. The hand in her hair tugged firmly yet gently at her soft curls and her eyes shot up to stare expectantly at his. A smirk grazed his lips as he leaned closer but never really reached her lips and when she tried to move forward to capture his soft ones with hers, he used the grip on her hair to keep her from succeeding.

Her eyes darkened at the playful denial and a sly smile adorned her lips. Two could play that game.

He quirked an eyebrow as she removed her hand from his throbbing member and let it glide down toward her soaked sex instead. His eyes narrowed a fraction at the loss of contact before they widened again when he realized she was starting to please herself. Her eyes held a glint of playfulness as she used her long- and ring finger to lightly massage her overly sensitive bundle of nerves. The tip of her tongue slipped through her lips to wet them and Zoro's eyes flickered downward to regard the sensual action. A soft moan left her lips soon after while her eyelids slowly shut him out and she heard him growl in annoyance, which made the victorious grin impossible to keep from spreading over her lips.

"Tch, witch!" she heard him huff petulantly, and she felt the grip on her hair soften.

The rustling of fabric reached her ears next and then his warm hands were lowering her onto the bed. She opened her eyes when her head rested comfortably on the pillow and was met with his scarred chest. Sakura reached a hand out and softly traced the long slash with her fingers, completely missing the puzzled look on her lover's face. His hands cradled her face before he let one hand travel further down to help position himself at her entrance. Her legs were spread apart on each side of his hips, with her knees caging him in between them. A sudden burst of anticipation welled up deep in her gut as she felt the tip of his head finally come into contact with her wet entrance and her eyes quickly darted to Zoro's face. The hand on his chest glided upward, over his shoulder and neck, and she rested her hand on the back of his neck while lifting her head to be able to capture his lips with her own. She felt him smile and felt his tongue slipping in between her lips as he thrust himself ever so slowly into her waiting womb.

Green eyes fluttered closed as he invaded her and she leaned back down against the pillow while bringing him with her. A gasp left her lips as he pulled out almost completely before burying himself in her slick cave again. She felt her muscles tighten around him as a form of defense to his thick size, but willed herself to relax as he once again started to pull out.

His tongue went in a lazy circle around hers, almost as if it was slow dancing with it and she sensually followed his lead. The hand he had used to guide his member trailed up the underside of her thigh only to lay her leg around his waist. Breaking away from the kiss, she threw her head back with a pleasure filled moan. Zoro closed his eyes as her slick walls clenched around his throbbing length and he shuddered at the enormous amount of pleasure that coursed through him. Fighting the urge to pound into her, he continued grinding into her in the same slow but steady pace he had picked.

Her hands trailed up his arms in a haze. His hard muscles rippled under her touch and she forced herself to peer up at him through half-lidded eyes. His black eyes were closed. His lips were parted. Sweat was beginning to form on his brow and he looked as if he was concentrating too hard on holding back to enjoy the moment. She slid one hand up to caress his cheek and let her thumb brush over his bottom lip which he instantly left a chaste kiss on.

The same burning sensation from before fired up deep, deep down in her gut and she knew she would be experiencing another orgasm within the next couple of minutes. Hooking her other leg around his waist, she started thrusting her hips up to meet his in an attempt to make him go faster. Another low growl sounded from his throat and he finally gave in to her silent plea. He pulled out of her almost completely before thrusting himself in much rougher than before and she yelped in response as the impact made her slide up a few inches closer toward the wall. Her nails dug into his shoulder as he repeated the motion and he hissed in a mixture of pleasure and pain at her assault.

His lips came down and left a sloppy kiss on her lips before he cradled her head in his hands again and picked up the pace. Her breaths fanned over his face as she moaned again, the sound was like music to his ears.

Her back suddenly arched while her inner walls clamped down hard on his member and he willed his eyes to open in order to be able to watch her face when she came undone. She thrashed her head from left to right while trying to keep up with his thrusts and dug her fingers hard into his muscled back as her orgasm neared its peak. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the woman beneath him started pulling at his hair and he felt her walls twitch forcefully around his member while she trembled underneath him. He slammed into her then and bowed his head to rest it against her forehead for support while a deep moan left his lips. The aftermath of her orgasm covered his whole length and made it easier for him to pound into her.

"I'm… gonna… again!" she cried out and felt his right hand grab a hold of her left breast. Another wave of white-hot pleasure exploded through her and she felt him shudder as he spilled his seed deep into her womb while she twitched forcefully around him.

"Sakura," he moaned and collapsed halfway on top of her.

Silence filled the small room, save from their heavy breathing as they both laid half-tangled together on the bed. Sakura was the first to move and pulled the blanket to shield herself from the cold with her back turned towards him. Zoro followed closely after and left a couple of chaste kisses over her shoulder and back before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. The food and bottles of sake laid in a forgotten mess on the floor.

Sakura was moments away from falling asleep when she heard the swordsman whisper in her ear while he snaked a hand down her front.

"Are you ready for round two?"