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“You really need to invest in a compass.”
Zoro startles and swears, pressing his back up against the alleyway wall as a tall, slender figure melts out of the darkness. “Holy sh— can you not?”
The barest hint of a smile pulls at Robin’s lips. “Can I not what?” She crosses her arms under her chest and steps closer. In the dim light coming from the main road, he can see the barest shimmer of her arms floating about her.
Zoro just groans and shoves his hands into his pockets, digging his heel into the ground. “Did you come to fetch me or what?”
A soft laugh, so quick and short that Zoro has to wonder if he had dreamed it. Robin just shakes her head, raises a hand, and points back the way they came. As usual, not bothering to waste words when actions would suffice.
It should embarrass him - the amount of times that his crewmates have to come fetch him from whatever rabbit warren he managed to find himself in - but at this point he can’t be arsed. Although Robin coming to get him is new.
“You drew the short straw or something?” he asks, purposely stomping behind Robin.
“Hm?” He can’t see her smile but it’s obvious from the lilt in her voice.
“Short straw. Y’know, to come find me.” He’s annoyed that she seems so amused by his question. “What’s so funny?”
For a moment, Robin doesn’t deign to reply. Or maybe she’s thinking about how to answer his really, really simple question. In fact he’s waiting so long for a response that he just forgets he asks a question at all.
Then. “I offered.”
Wait what?
“I offered to come and find you,” she says quietly, her voice nearly blending in with the night.
Hands in his pockets, Zoro frowns. Why bother? One of the others would eventually come out to find him when it was time to cast off.
“Because I figured you might prefer to relax on the Merry rather than stumble through alleyways all night long.” Shit, did he say that out loud? Robin turns around now and— yep there’s a smile on her face. “You think quite loudly.”
“Tch,” he hisses, crossing his arms now before he picks up the pace to stride ahead of her.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
Fuck. Not again.
He stops. Groans. Turns around to see Robin looking at him with boundless amusement in her large eyes, her face once more impassive. Her arms all point to the other alleyway they just passed in lieu of her saying the direction out loud.
Zoro grumbles a low ‘I knew that’ as he comes back and pushes past her.
The woman barely stumbles as he jostles her shoulder as he passes, her low laughter floating in the quiet night air between them. Her footsteps are soft, much quieter than his own, as they travel in silence through the warren of alleys and then back onto the main road.
He can see the Merry in the distance now, one ship’s mast among many in the port that peek over the tops of the buildings and houses. A glow at the top reveals someone is still awake, but it soon snuffs out and a shadow descends from its height, and he wonders how late it is.
“Nearly midnight.”
God damn it, there she goes again.
“You know, for someone who ain’t normally so chatty, you’re real talkative tonight,” Zoro grouses without heat, his feet taking him along the cobbled main road ahead of Robin. There’s no way he can get lost in a straight line…right?
Robin just shrugs and extends one of her ghostly hands to tap at his shoulder. “I enjoy seeing you frustrated,” she says in lieu of an explanation, using all those ghostly appendages to drag Zoro to where she is. “You should stop walking ahead - you’re heading right for a dead end.”
For fuck’s sake.
Fire burns in his cheeks as his shoulders crawl up closer to his ears. “It’s a straight road, how could I be—“ But he allows himself to be pulled around nevertheless.
Robin just shakes her head, keeping her hands on his shoulders and back and waist to ensure he doesn’t wander off. “It’s quite fascinating how easily you lose your sense of direction. You just…” She waves her flesh hand in a gesture. How can she describe it? “Pick a random direction and walk.”
Oh, he can feel a vein throbbing in his temple. Teeth gritted, he snarls, “Fuck you.” But now that he’s looking up, he can see that his original path was heading away from the Merry and the port.
“Sure.”
Wait, what?
Zoro furrows his brow and frowns at Robin, who still looks at him with that impassive, neutral expression on her face. Shit, does she even have any other expressions? “What?”
That expression doesn’t shift. “I said, sure.”
God, he’s going to get a headache. “’Sure’ to what?” It definitely doesn’t come out as an embarrassed hiss. Definitely not. Absolutely not.
Robin only blinks at him. Blinks and smiles a small, knowing smile. “To fucking you.” Then she tilts her head, considering her words again. “Or rather, fucking me, since you said ‘fuck you’. I’d prefer the former, however.”
How can she be so calm while saying such things—?!
Sputtering is never a good look for Zoro but honestly he’s just too confused right now. The hands bring him to a stop, resisting his movements and restraining him just a little as he tries to squirm out of their grip. “Ho-hold up-“ Zoro stutters, “You’re saying—“
A soft, gusty sigh escapes Robin and she uses her ghostly arms to bully Zoro against the wall, her own crossing under her chest again. “Hmm, I didn’t consider that this might be your first time,” she muses aloud, her dark eyes dancing with amusement. In the scant light coming from the nearest lamp some distance away, she looks…more alluring than normal, Zoro will give her that. At least, not terrifying like some ghost.
Then she laughs, a soft tinkle of a giggle that makes her eyes squint and her chin to dip ever so slightly. “Oh goodness, you look terrified, Zoro,” she teases him as she draws closer, the tips of her breasts now brushing against his collarbones.
Anger alongside embarrassment and something even hotter than that burns in his gut. He grits his teeth and snarls up at her, tossing his head, “’Course I’m not scared. I ain’t ever scared!”
Totally something that someone who isn’t scared would say.
Robin doesn’t look entirely convinced, her dark eyes looking at him, through him. “Hmm, I suppose you look more aroused than scared.”
He gulps, eyes wide. “A-a-aroused?!” Zoro feels a twitch below his belt, feels his trousers tighten, and he throws himself to the side to escape her hold. Oh god oh shit, she cannot see that he’s hard. Absolutely not.
Alas, though he slips from the hands grasp, even more pop into existence and seize him once more. Infuriatingly, Robin doesn’t even move as her hands drag him back to the wall where he came from, pinning him securely with iron grips on his arms, shoulders, waist and legs.
“G-goddamnit-“ Zoro spits and snarls, throwing his not-inconsiderable strength against Robin’s to break free. “You-!” But against his better judgment, he does not lever his full strength against Robin’s. Doesn’t really want to. And to be honest, he’s more than a little distracted by the throbbing in his pants and the way her pillowy chest presses against his own to really lever his power against her. “S-stop it—!”
Robin tips her face closer to his, watching him struggle with those amused eyes. They’re so close now, their noses nearly touching - Zoro nearly goes cross-eyed keeping his eyes locked on hers. “Do you truly want me to stop?” She asks quietly, the wind nearly taking her voice away.
Zoro’s breath is caught in his chest. His heart thunders at how close they are, at how her soft breaths feather over his lips, his face. He…he…
“…no.”
An impassive expression softens into one of sultry heat. One accompanied by a coy smile. “I see that you like to go down fighting.”
A throb in his pants confirms that statement.
That acknowledgment seems to break down the last barrier between them, as Robin leans in that last centimeter to press her lips against his.
Zoro chokes a truly humiliating sound in his throat at the touch of her lips, his entire body trembling with how stiff he holds himself. Come on, man, react! What does he have to— what is he supposed to do—
Suddenly, Robin tips her head just a smidge to the side, her soft lips moving against his own. It is light, gentle, and altogether not enough.
With a grunt, Zoro presses in roughly and tries to emulate her the best he can, feeling the impression of her teeth against his lips from how hard he kisses her. Robin seems to take it in stride, her flesh and blood hand coming up to seize a handful of his short hair. “Ah,” she gasps as she pulls him away from her. “You really are fond of your strength.”
It is said with affection, but it is an astute observation nonetheless. Zoro bares his teeth at her, grumbling, “Yeah, so?”
Robin just chuckles softly and shakes her head. “A lesson for another day, I suppose.”
Wait, another day? Is she planning to-
Hands reach for Zoro’s belt, the close of his trousers, and lift his shirt up to reveal his muscled chest all at once. It doesn’t compromise the grip that the other ghostly hands have on his body, unfortunately, so all Zoro can do is gasp and squirm as the cool night air brushes over his bare skin. “H-hey! We’re in public—“
“No one will see,” she says, leaning in to pin him against the wall with her body, her breasts crushed against the top of his own chest and his neck. “As long as you stay quiet.”
Oh. Oh shit.
Zoro’s face is on fire as he looks up at her from just above her tits, feeling utterly trapped. Feeling like he can do nothing but let her do what she wants to him. And he…he likes it.
“F-fine, do what you want,” he manages to squeak—no not squeak, he’s too manly to squeak. He manages to mutter. Right, that’s better. And he’s definitely not even harder than before. Definitely not.
Robin only hums in response - not like his acquiescence requires one. No, Robin appears to have better things to do, including close a hand around his bare, aching arousal.
“Ff-!”
She shushes him quietly, leaning down enough to slant her lips over his.
Fuck, how can he— Zoro slackens his jaw to pant into her mouth as she slips her tongue past his lips. Fuck, he’s jerked off before in silence, hasn’t he? But how long has it been—
Robin chuckles against his lips, “You’re thinking too hard.” And nips him. Nips him! With her teeth. On his lip. And—shit that felt good—
Squirming against her unmoving hand on his cock, Zoro bucks his hips to get some friction. Any friction. And who cares if it’s her flesh and blood hand or a ghostly hand because oh shit it feels good as it moves and squeezes so gently and—
“M-move,” he hisses, straining against the hands holding him. “Fuck’s sake Robin, just fucking touch me—“
The infuriating woman only hums in answer.
“Robin, I swear if you don’t do something I might as well just jerk myself off in my room because—nnghhh-!” She squeezes him tight, her fist gliding up, rotating at the apex, and then comes down again in a hypnotising rhythm, milking embarrassing sound after embarrassing sound out of the swordsman.
Blood roars in Zoro’s ears, his breath whooshing out of him and then sucked back into his lungs in a piercingly loud gasp as fingers pluck and twist at his perked nipples. “Oh—o-fuck—fu—“
If it weren’t for the multitude of hands pinning him to the wall, if it weren’t for Robin’s unyielding body holding him up, her lips stifling his cries, Zoro would be flat on the ground from his wobbly knees and probably waking up the entire street. Robin doesn’t seem to care that Zoro is more preoccupied with the sensations robbing him of his every thought, because she continues to kiss him oh so gently, stealing his breath along with his brain.
“R-Rob—Robin—“ Zoro butchers her name on his limp tongue, his words muffled from the way she trails the tip of her tongue over the roof of his mouth. “Feels so—“
Robin smiles and breaks their kiss with a soft, wet sound, her tongue swiping up the thin line of saliva connecting their lips. “Feels good?” she purrs, one flesh and blood hand coming up to push his hair away from his forehead, her thumb coming down to rest against the corner of his mouth. “Let’s see…what else feels good?”
Oh god, as long as she keeps going—
Zoro gasps and cries out softly as something slips between his thighs. Two somethings, actually. Hands, he realises now, palming up the inside of his legs greedily. Pressing and groping and squeezing, until they reach his inner thighs and the underside of his backside. He can’t help but squirm away from those hands, then into those hands, shaking and shaking from how they make him feel.
Desired. Wanted. Utterly debauched.
“Robin—I’m—“ His voice is wrecked, just like his body. His shaking, sweaty, overstimulated body and his aching cock that Robin holds in what he realises is her flesh and blood hand, stroking and squeezing and smearing his precum all over his tip. “I—“
“I know,” Robin shushes him with another kiss, their tongues twining and dancing for a mind-fogging moment. “Let me…”
Hands cup his backside, his balls, groping in time with her strokes, and Zoro has the sinking realisation that he is definitely going to come way too early. Shit, no, he wants this to last longer, wants this to last forever—!
“No-not yet—“ he grits out as he squeezes his eyes closed. He isn’t done enjoying this. Not yet!
She giggles.
No way. Does she already…
“Silly Zoro, this won’t be the only time,” she whispers against his spit-slick lips. “You can let go.” And strokes him one last time.
Like a taut rubber band, he snaps under the pressure. “Fuck-!”
Despite the hands holding him, despite the soft body pinning him to the wall, Zoro doubles over with a soft keen trapped behind gritted teeth. His forehead presses against Robin’s shoulder to ground him, anchor him, as his soul flies from his body like the cum spilling and spurting all over Robin’s hands and her stomach.
“Fuck—“ he gasps, his whole body shaking with each breath he drags in. The salty sea air stings his tongue, his throat, sending him reeling all over again as he rides out the aftershocks of what is admittedly the best orgasm of his life…so far.
Robin is like a pillar, as steady and sturdy as the wall behind him, and she holds him in her many arms with ease. Gently, slowly, she drags his trousers back up from where they had fallen around his knees, doing up the stays and his belt without a word. His shirt is dragged down from where they had been pulled up, her hands stroking his skin along the way.
Something soft brushes against his clothed belly once she rights his clothing. The sound of hands wiping against cloth, of cloth rubbing against skin, and he realises that she’s cleaning herself. He blushes, the apples of his cheeks burning against the comparatively cooler skin of her shoulder as he remembers why.
“Sorry for the mess,” he mumbles into her skin, hiding his face in her neck for a moment longer before he raises his head. Itching to move now that he has come down from his high, Zoro tests his wobbly legs - damn, almost as bad as when he had a whole day of squats - and takes his own weight again. Intriguing…
Robin only shakes her head and slowly pulls away from him. “I don’t mind the mess,” she says quietly, using her clean hand to wipe some sweat away from his forehead in a tender gesture. She smiles at him when he looks at her. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
A moment of hesitation. Then a shy nod as Zoro meets her eyes resolutely.
She smiles then. “Good.”
Finally stepping away, Robin tucks the soiled handkerchief into a nonexistent pocket of her skirt. Her ghostly hands come away with her, easing off Zoro’s body in a way that the swordsman wouldn’t fall flat on his face. Not that he would let himself, really, with his pride.
As expected, Zoro only leans against the wall for a moment longer before he pushes away from it to join Robin just a few steps away, tucking his hands into his pockets to still their shaking. “What ‘bout you?” he asks lowly, his cheeks heating up again.
Robin seems surprised that he asks, her body swaying with how quickly she aborts her step forward. “Me?” she tilts her head, eyes unblinking as she parses what he asks. “Oh. Well.” A soft blush, the first of the night, spreads over her cheeks to mirror his own. “I came, don’t you worry.”
The way that his body felt against hers, the tremors and shakes wracking the powerful man’s frame, his voice as he gasped and cried and keened with her every touch. Yes, she had found her peak in between it all. She explains as much to Zoro who seems to glow brighter with every word. She finds his shyness adorable as well for such an indomitable warrior.
“Shut up,” he snarls, stomping ahead of her. Well, he only makes a few steps before he remembers exactly how they’d gotten into this situation and stops in his tracks.
Robin giggles when she draws level with him, patting his shoulder gently. “You’re learning,” she teases in her mild way, tossing her head in the direction of the Merry. “Come on, don’t fall behind or run ahead.”
A small smile tugs at Zoro’s lips and he snorts, hands still in his pockets as he follows along obediently. “Ain’t a dog.” But if he sticks closer to her than he did before…well, there’s no one around to see it.