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A/N: Okay! Here
it is! The FIRST actual, written out Zoro
x Tashigi lemon fic on
AFF.net. Actually, I don�t think I�ve actually seen one anywhere. People
say they�ll have it, but then they abandon their fics
before writing the chapter! Lazy bums, don�t lead us
(me) on like that! It leads to us (me) taking drastic measures, like writing
the fic ourselves!

One Piece: Falling
Rain

It was a cold night, only worsened
by an unexpected rainstorm that dropped thousands of chilled droplets from the
sky onto those unfortunate enough to be out after dark. It was also a busy night
at the taverns in this small city, for those who didn�t have someone at home to
warm up with were looking to either to fill that lack or to just have some
alcohol heat their veins before daring the night again.

Zoro had
wandered away from the ship earlier in the afternoon, ostensibly just �going
for a walk�. Such trips usually didn�t turn out as planned, and so he was
firmly in the realm of �Totally Lost� within the first fifteen minutes. This
didn�t concern him overmuch, since that sort of thing happened quite often and
he always managed to find his way back home when he needed to. Either that or
he beat up people and made them take him to his destination. Either way worked
quite well, but one was a bit more expeditious.

There wasn�t a curfew on the ship,
but Zoro decided he wouldn�t bother returning that
evening. Everyone else was likely already asleep, wherever they had managed to
drop off, or getting there, and Nami had a tendency
to throw things at him when his late night returns woke her up. He tried to be
quiet about it, but people begging for their lives or pleading to avoid further
bodily injury after leading him home were kind of noisy. Sanji
always had some sort of snide commentary as well, since if Nami
was awake so was he, and Zoro really didn�t even want
to contemplate the existence of the blond cook.

So, the order of the night was to
find someplace for a little food and booze, and then a dry place to sleep. Zoro had a little bit of money on him, a few coins that had
escaped Nami�s grasp, but he figured he could beat up
some street punks or muggers if he ran short. He was a one man anti-crime squad
of the back alleys when he was in town. Not that he aimed for such a
distinction, but if his habits ended up being convenient to people other than himself
then that was fine by him.

When it began to rain he was still
outside and wandering, but it wasn�t long before his ears detected the sound of
many people gathered together. He followed the trail of noise and soon found
himself at a good sized establishment well filled with people of every variety.
And there was a bar, which was the most important feature to consider in his
stopping place.

Weaving his way through the tables
and dodging the busy waitstaff, the green haired
swordsman managed to find an empty stool near the end of the long, scarred
hardwood bar. The bartender was quick and anonymous, taking his order and
disappearing without giving him a second glance. Zoro
was aware of a few stares from other patrons, likely recognizing him from
Wanted posters or perhaps just confused as to why anyone would carry three
swords when a person only had two hands. Zoro tuned
them out as long as they were content to do nothing more than watch.

When it became obvious that he
wasn�t going to do anything more interesting than slouch at the bar and drink
alcohol, most of the audience returned to their own conversations and
companions, leaving Zoro in peace. His clothes began
to dry quickly, since the mass of humanity naturally generated quite a bit of
heat. If it hadn�t been so completely miserable outside the warmth probably
would have been uncomfortable, but tonight it was quite pleasant.

People came and went as the evening
progressed, and Zoro�s purchases branched out to a
plate of cheap, unidentified food in order to accomplish part two of his
evening plan. All was moving ahead nicely, and the only thing left was to find
a bed and get some sleep. Luckily, this tavern looked large enough to have
rooms to rent above the main dining hall, so he wouldn�t have to go far.

It was getting late, and people
were starting to trickle out into the damp, windy night. The crowds were
starting to thin out, finally giving a glimpse of the people sitting a bit
farther down along the bar surface, but Zoro wasn�t
paying much attention to any of them until a small brawl began off in one
corner. As a matter of habit, he glanced up and over towards the fighters to
see if it was going to end up as a bother to him. Or if the
fight looked interesting enough to join in. The answer to both possibilities
in this case was �no�, but Zoro�s attention was
instantly caught by another patron anyway.

The bar stools were tall enough to
allow for a seated person to keep his or her sword at their hip. In this case,
the green and white hilt was instantly recognizable, and then so was the rest
of the person in her denim jacket, slacks and red rimmed glasses. She was still
drenched, obviously having come in after Zoro and
possibly having been out in the weather for a longer period. She was eating a
plate of the same substance Zoro had ordered, and a
glass sat next to her hand as well.

She hadn�t spotted him yet, and Zoro was torn as to what his next action should be. He
could remain in his seat and hope that she remained oblivious to his presence,
since they�d both been in the same place for at least the last few minutes and
she hadn�t attacked him yet. Or he could quietly slip away, perhaps getting
that room upstairs, and retire for the evening. Or maybe he should just run
away into the night and hope that she wouldn�t follow?

It was his own indecisiveness that
did him in. As he contemplated his course of action, he had been unconsciously
staring at the female swordsman for several minutes. And nothing gets a
swordsman�s hackles up like the sensation of a person staring at them,
especially when they sense that the other is also a fighter. Zoro jerked back in his seat as she abruptly lifted her
head and twisted around to face him, glaring in his direction.

One of Zoro�s
hands tightened on the edge of the bar, his grip almost enough to crack the
wood, as the two�s gazes met. Since she was actually wearing her glasses, there
was no way she wouldn�t recognize him.

He fully expected her to launch
herself off of her barstool, draw her sword and charge at him. Instead, she
blinked at him and made no move for a few long moments. She was apparently just
as shocked by his presence as he was distressed by hers. The staring contest
was ended when the brawl � now being broken up by a couple of the bouncers that
patrolled this inn � was concluded with the loud �crash!� of a table being
broken in half. Both of their gazes flickered over toward the sound for an
instant, releasing them from the stunned inactivity that had paralyzed them for
the last few moments.

Zoro
began to rise to his feet, preparing to make a break for it and already
planning his escape route through the people and furniture in his way. All was
in place, and he would surely make it out into the dark before the young woman
managed to catch him. Unfortunately, the one thing he didn�t count on was the
hand that suddenly wrapped around his wrist, holding him in place and
preventing his flight.

It wasn�t Tashigi.
She was still about a dozen feet away, but was indeed heading in his direction.
No, it was the bartender instead. �Hey buddy, before you take off you�d better
pay your tab.�

Zoro
growled to himself and contemplated shaking off the
grip and running for it anyway, but came to the conclusion that he still
wouldn�t make it in time to outrun the Marine. A moment of hesitation had led
to a fatal error, indeed.

Reaching into his pocket, Zoro fumbled for the coins, dropping a few onto the
polished wood beside his plate. Obviously the amount was sufficient, because
the grip on his arm disappeared and the bartender wandered off to attend to
other customers. Tashigi caught up with him only a
moment later.

�Roronoa! What are you doing here?�

�Having dinner.�
It was best to be truthful when talking to a military officer, after all.

�I can see that! I mean�� She
trailed off, probably trying to figure out what exactly she did mean. �Anyway, now that I�ve found
you I�m certainly not going to let you escape!�

Zoro
started inching away. And this evening had started out so well! He should have
known it wouldn�t last. �Look, it�s late and I�ve had a long day. Do you think
you could let me get away just this once?�

�What?� Her hand had found its way
to the hilt of her sword in preparation for the fight, but froze in place at
the absurdity of his request. �How stupid do you think I am?! I�m a Marine, and
I can�t let someone like you go just because it�s �late� and you�ve had a �long
day�!�

�Are you sure? Because I�d really
appreciate it�� Zoro�s Plan D � talk to distract her
until you get into a good position to throw something in her path and run away
� was working nicely. They were moving away from the bar, Zoro
backing up while Tashigi advanced on him, and
creeping more towards the back of the tavern room and the staircase that lead
to the second floor.

�I don�t care what you would or
would not appreciate, you scum. I�m taking you in tonight if it�s the last
thing I do!� Her hand was tightening on the sword�s grip, and Zoro began to worry that she�d draw before he managed to
complete his maneuver.

And then she tripped.

He probably should have expected
it, due to her tract record, but he was so distracted by the simultaneous acts
of walking backwards while keeping her at bay that he was completely
unprepared. The leg of a chair at a nearby table � thankfully unoccupied � was
to blame for the incident. She jerked forward as she lost her footing, her
hands instinctively coming up in front of her to brace for the impending fall. Zoro was in her path though, so she and the floor never had
a face to face meeting.

Zoro�s
breath was driven out of him as she impacted him squarely in the middle of his
chest, and he staggered as he found himself suddenly off balance. He felt
himself toppling over backwards, but he wasn�t lucky enough to have another
person there to break his fall. Instead, the back of his head solidly impacted
the edge of the first stair in the flight leading upwards, causing blackness to
close in on his vision momentarily.

Stunned, he remained in place as he
tried to sort out his senses. He first became aware of a hand on his shoulder,
shaking him slightly. �Hey, are you okay?�

The voice was male, so it obviously
wasn�t Tashigi. Not that he expected such concern
from her when an opportunity to tie him up and drag him away was presented.
After another couple of seconds Zoro�s eyes finally
decided to focus, and he found himself staring up at a person he recognized as
one of the waiters from the tavern. He put one arm out to push himself up into
a sitting position, feeling a weight across his legs that kept him from going
too far.

�Hey, you probably shouldn�t move.
You whacked your head pretty hard � it was a nasty sound.�

Zoro
shook off the hand and the advice. �I�m all right. I�ve had worse blows to the
head than that.� This being said, the movement had led to a lovely kaleidoscope
of colors flashing across his vision, and he felt himself nearly fall over as a
new wave of pain assaulted him. He dropped his head into one hand and waited
for it to pass, which it did in a moment.

Meanwhile, the waiter had moved on
to the other unfortunate person on the floor. Perhaps she would be more
appreciative of his concern? �Ma�am? Are you alright?�

�I�m fine!� Tashigi
scrambled off of Zoro�s legs and made her own attempt
to rise. Hers turned out even worse than his though, as she managed to tangle
herself up and fall over again� this time slamming the side of her own skull
into the edge of a table.

Zoro kept
his head in his hand, but watched in somewhat sympathetic horror as Tashigi managed to knock herself out rather deftly. He
sighed deeply as the poor waiter, now being joined by a few of his fellow
employees, nearly had a panic attack at the scene.

This was the perfect opportunity to
escape... provided he could get the room to stop wavering around the edges of
his vision. Zoro elected to wait a few more minutes
until he felt a little more stable, since there was obviously no hurry at
present.

The lone chair responsible for this
catastrophe sat to one side, nonplussed by the havoc its mere existence had
wreaked.

--------------------------------

There was a small sofa � barely
more than a bench covered in cloth actually � at one end of the room Zoro found himself in. This was where he elected to lay,
sprawled on his back with one arm across his forehead. There was also a bed in
the room, but that had been usurped by the still unconscious Tashigi. She had been placed there by one of the concerned
staff and currently lay on top of the blankets, as yet unmoving.

Zoro had
tried to make his getaway while they sorted out what to do with the two abruptly
injured patrons. However, the staff and manager, without consulting the
conscious parties involved at all, had come to the decision that they would put
the pair into one of the rooms upstairs while they recovered. Of course, the
cost of the room was to be charged to the green haired person involved as well.

Zoro
wasn�t sure why, but they seemed to think he needed to take responsibility for
this situation somehow. He had been quickly captured in his dazed state and
dragged up to the room, being shut in with admonitions to keep an eye on Tashigi until she awoke. He had a sneaking suspicion that
those people had acquired a terrible misunderstanding, and thought that Tashigi was a jilted girlfriend of his or something.

He shivered at the thought.
Obviously they had missed or completely misinterpreted the content of the
argument that led to this unfortunate series of events.

He�d tried the door as soon as they
left, naturally, but had found it locked from the outside. He could have broken
it down, but the ache in his head had objected strongly to even the small
amount of activity he had undertaken in walking over to the door and jiggling
the handle. He also had a feeling that the employees would gang up on him and
he�d have to fight his way to the exit if he broke out so obviously. There was
a window, but it overlooked a three story drop which ended in a shallow looking
canal below. Having only recently gotten dry, Zoro
wasn�t really tempted to take this route. Plus, he rather enjoyed not having
broken bones most of the time.

His swords lay on the floor beside
his sofa-bench, while Tashigi�s Shigure
was propped against the wall near the door. Zoro had
made sure that it was far out of immediate reach as a precaution for the
possibility that he was still present when she awoke. This was apparently going
to be the case as well, since as he evaluated his situation she began to move
slightly, a soft moan of pain coming from her mouth.

He sat up, immediately tense, as
she lifted one hand up to gently touch the self inflicted lump on her temple. A
soft hiss followed as she discovered its tenderness, causing Zoro to jump slightly. Her eyes opened a crack, leading to
another twinge as the dim light assaulted her vision. Fortunately, Zoro himself had found full luminosity not helpful to his
own headache and had taken the initiative to turn down the lamps in the room to
a somewhat comfortable twilight.

After a moment, Zoro
sighed and rose to his feet. If he couldn�t escape, it would be best not to be
a total jerk to his impromptu roommate. �Hey, you okay?�

It was her turn to jump in surprise
as Zoro entered her field of vision and took a seat
in a chair conveniently close to the bed. She probably couldn�t actually see
him too well, since her glasses had been removed and set on a small bedside
table, but Zoro�s green hair was hard to miss. Her
still damp jacket had also been removed, and was currently air drying on the
back of the same chair that Zoro occupied.

Hands on his knees, he made sure
not to lean in too close. He was not putting it past her to try a headbutt or similar sneak attack on him, wounded or not. She
stared for a moment before finding her voice. �Why� why are you here?�

�They wouldn�t let me go.� Zoro crossed his arms over his chest. �I�m supposed to keep
an eye on you until you�re awake, which you are. Do you think you could call
them up here to let me out now?�

Tashigi
growled as she forced herself into a sitting position. She wavered in place for
a moment, obviously fighting off waves of vertigo, before continuing. �No way! I�ll not have you running away while I lay around
like an invalid!�

The seated swordsman snorted in
irritation. �I don�t see why not. It�s your own fault, you know. You even
managed to take me down with you!� Zoro took a moment
to point out the nice lump he had sprouted on the back of his head.

She inspected this evidence for a
moment. Sighing, she closed her eyes and dropped her head to one side. �Ugh. I
can�t believe this. Why am I always so clumsy at the worst possible moments?�

�I dunno,
but you might wanna do something about it. You know,
for the sake of yourself and others.� Zoro replied
seriously.

�It�s not like I trip on purpose!�

�I hope not. That would be really
dumb.� The swordsman didn�t notice her sudden twitch of anger or embarrassment.
�But I guess it might be a pretty good strategy for capturing wanted pirates.�

�Huh?� Her anger was lost in the
confusion his statement inspired.

�Well, I�m here, aren�t I? And I
can�t seem to get away�� He trailed off as he caught an unexpectedly bewildered
expression cross her face. He leaned in a little closer, forgetting his headbutt-free range.

�Oi,
you�re not that bad off, are you?� One of his hands made its way up to her
forehead. �You don�t have a fever or anything� I don�t know why you would after
just knocking yourself out though.� His hand moved down to catch her chin, and
in her surprise at his apparently sincere concern she didn�t resist as he
gently turned her head to one side so he could get a better view of her wound.
�And you�re not bleeding, but that�s definitely gonna be a nice shade of purple tomorrow.�

�Um�� Was the only reply that Tashigi could come up with, spur of the moment.
Belatedly realizing what he was doing, Zoro pulled
his hand away as if he had been burned.

Silence reigned for a few minutes. Zoro was beyond irritated when he felt a blush begin to
rise to his cheeks, after starting with his ears, as he was forced to
contemplate his own actions in the interim. What the hell had made him do that?
It wasn�t like he was a doctor, or even knew the first thing about wounds or
sickness beyond how to acquire them. And he had touched her!

Tashigi
had been staring at her hands, no doubt just as confused as he was, but the
flaming redness of his face finally drew her attention back to him. �You��

She didn�t bother completing the
sentence, not really sure what she would have said anyway. He was determined
not to look at her� and seemed to be muttering something under his breath. She
couldn�t quite make it out, but he appeared rather irate with himself for some
reason.

More to the point, for some reason
he was starting to look rather attractive with his dropped eyes and red face.
Who could have known that the ferocious Roronoa Zoro was this shy around women? It was really endearing in
an unexpected way.

Tashigi
caught herself suddenly. That must have been the head wound talking. She was
really out of it if she was thinking that sort of thing about this guy. He was
a criminal! And she shouldn�t forget that she�d had a few drinks downstairs as
well. After all, everybody knows alcohol and head wounds don�t mix, and in that
room they had not one but two people who had partaken of both.

Such a situation could lead to
serious, unforeseen consequences if she wasn�t careful. That being the case,
maybe she should just go ahead and call one of the staff to let him go? There
was no way she was in any shape to do any pirate capturing that evening,
anyway. It was best to be honest with herself about
things like that.

Even as she convinced herself of
this excellent course of action, she had begun rearranging herself to sit up
fully and face Roronoa, her legs folded off to one
side. This was, naturally, in order to rise to her feet, walk over to the door
and call out for an employee.

It didn�t quite work out that way,
though.

The motion caused another wave of
dizziness, much less than the previous time but still disconcerting, to wash
over her. She found herself wobbling in place, and then falling forward for the
third time that night.

Once again, Zoro
felt the impact of Tashigi hitting his chest. He had
spotted her movement out of the corner of his eye and was prepared for the
result, but it was still problematic. She was now in his arms, as he had
instinctively reached up to grasp her shoulders when she began falling.

Tashigi
got a face full of slightly rough white t-shirt, smelling faintly of steel,
salt and sweat. She felt his muscles tense and his fingers tighten their grip
when she didn�t immediately pull away. He was holding his breath, she realized
after a moment.

Not quite sure how to resolve this
issue, Tashigi moved her hands forward to rest on Zoro�s knees, giving her leverage to push herself up so
that she and the pirate swordsman were face to face. She should have pulled
back � no, thrown herself backwards �
but in the end she remained exactly where she was.

Their eyes met, but the contact
only remained for a few moments. It was a little too disconcerting to stare
into the eyes of a person only a few inches away. Tashigi�s
gaze dropped unconsciously, and ended up focusing on his lips instead. They
were slightly parted, and he wasn�t holding his breath any longer. She could
also see his respirations becoming faster with every passing moment.

And the view was inching closer�
was he leaning in, or was she? Abruptly it didn�t matter as their lips met. In
the moments that followed, the only sound in the room was the distant pounding
of heavy raindrops on the roof overhead.

After a long moment, the silence
was broken by a surprised squeak. Zoro had broken the
kiss unexpectedly and taken the action that Tashigi
herself should have a few minutes before. Shoving her off of his lap, he
actually managed to knock himself and the chair he was seated in over
backwards. He slammed into the floorboards solidly, not even having enough
grace at present to catch himself.

�What the hell --?� He scrambled
off of the overturned chair and managed to rise to his feet without tripping,
even though there was a chair handily present. He wasn�t trying to rub her off
of his lips, but he looked about ready to.

Tashigi
had managed not to incur any further injury or fall off the bed during this,
but was in a similar state of shock. That had been� strange. No! It had been
inappropriate and unacceptable! Undertaking such things with a pirate � one
with a huge bounty on his head no less! She was a shame to the Marines and to
the rest of humanity as well.

He could not be allowed to survive
this indignity. She would seek her own penance later, but for now the evidence
� er, lawbreaker! � had to be destroyed. And quickly,
before he managed to escape. And he looked about ready to take that step and
break down the door, wrath of the employees notwithstanding.

He had to get one last shot in
before making his break for it, though. �Ugh. Damn. What the hell were you
thinking, kissing me like that!�

Tashigi�s
plans of total destruction were cut short. He had beaten her to the exact words
she had been meaning to say, and� wait a minute! �Kissed you? You�re the one
who kissed me!�

�Uh, no.
No way. I would never do that with a
person like you.� He was adamant and absolutely positive of the truth of this
statement.

�What?!
You�re trying to deny it? And what�s so wrong with �a person like me� anyway?!�
She hadn�t really meant to say that last part, but it was what got the real
reaction out of him anyway.

�Well� you�re, err, well, never
mind! It�s none of your business!�

�None of my
business? How can something like that be none of my business?� And
somehow her slip of tongue ended up as the focal point of the argument as well.

�Because I don�t
want to talk about it.�

�That�s the stupidest excuse I�ve
ever heard! I�ll just have to force it out of you, then!�

�Are you challenging me? You have
no idea what I�m capable of.� His eyes darkened dangerously.

Tashigi
paused for a moment. That was indeed true, and he was a first class pirate as
well. But even so, she wasn�t going to back down. She glowered at him defiantly
as he stepped forward, leaning in towards her. His clenched fists impacted the
mattress on either side of her hips as he bent over so that they were nose to
nose. Sparks flew as their gazes met, the glare hardening between them into something almost
palpable. She was expecting the argument to continue. She was expecting him to
rage and shout at her.

She wasn�t expecting him to kiss
her.

There was no doubt this time about
who had initiated the encounter. Once again, she didn�t pull away. Instead, her
rage at the intrusion upon her person drove her to fight back in the most
appropriate way she could think of.

She kissed him back. Furthermore,
she reached up to grab the front of his shirt, preventing him from pulling
away. There was no way she was going to let him win the argument in such as
way, after all.

She felt him push forward, and a
pressed back into the bed by the motion. In short order, she found herself flat
on her back with an irritated and flushed swordsman crouched above her on his
hands and knees. Due to a need for air the kiss had finally been broken, and so
the to combatants were left glaring at each other while panting to reclaim some
oxygen. The heated gaze now had a bit more than mere anger and contrariness
behind it now, however.

This wasn�t a very good position to
be in, with him straddling her and all, but she didn�t really feel like
complaining at the moment. Her hands were still clenching the material of his
shirt, and she used the grip to pull him down once again. As their lips met,
she released his clothing in order to put her hands to better use. One arm
wrapped around him, pulling them together, chest to chest. The other reached up
to grab the back of his head to keep him from pulling away there either.

Having brought him down to her
level, she was pressed into the mattress by his weight, which now lay across
her fully. This time when the kiss was broken, he didn�t waste his time staring
into her eyes, electing to up the ante by moving a little farther south. His
lips found her throat, just under her chin, compelling her to tilt her head
back to give him better access to the tender flesh. He worked his way down,
bringing his tongue and teeth into play as well to keep her on her toes, alternating
simple kisses with tiny nips and licks.

She twisted under him at the
sensation, feeling him twitch and shift in response to the friction. He didn�t
pause in his assault on the skin of her neck, being nearly at the collar of her
shirt in short order. This wasn�t much of an obstacle to his progress,
especially since the first couple of buttons were undone in the way she
normally wore her shirts.

One of her hands remained on the
back of his head while the other moved down to start undoing the buttons of her
own shirt. As a sneak attack, this worked admirably well. He obviously hadn�t
been expecting help from the enemy in achieving his goal. As more of her flesh
was exposed, his lips followed the freshly opened trail. He took a few moments
to trace the line of her collarbone before moving farther south. Her breasts,
still hidden behind her bra, were momentarily skipped as he slid himself back
so that his mouth could come into contact with the smooth plane of her stomach.
He worked his way down to her waist, and then back up again.

Meanwhile, her hands hadn�t stopped
when finished with the shirt. They had moved on to her belt buckle, quickly
undoing the clasp, and then switched sides to attack the other swordsman. Zoro�s shirt was now being pulled out from under that
damned haramaki
sash he always wore, exposing his own muscular abdomen. Once this was
accomplished, she slid her hands up under the material, caressing the skin of
his back.

At that point, Zoro�s
return trip was completed and their lips met once again in a desperate kiss.
Obviously the existence of clothing was just as frustrating to him as it was to
her. Breaking the contact, he sat back and took a moment to pull his own shirt
off over his head, easy enough due to her earlier efforts. Then, to her relief,
he discarded the sash as well. Now clad only in his green-black pants, he
paused a moment to stare down at her, raising one eyebrow with a �your turn�
expression. She took a few moments to take in the sight of his naked, scarred
chest before moving to comply.

It was a bit harder in her position
flat on her back, but her unbuttoned shirt was fairly easy to wiggle out of. He
was sitting across her hips, so it was a bit more difficult to manage to pull
herself upright, chest to chest with him, in order to undo her bra behind her
back. As this last piece of clothing fell off of the upper part of her frame,
he immediately moved to take advantage of the new area to explore.

His arms wrapped loosely around her
waist, keeping her semi-upright as his tongue explored the soft, pale skin of
one breast, circling in to find the nipple. This same agonizing process was
repeated on the other side of her chest before she decided that the points in
this confrontation were stacking up against her.

In a show of strength that he
obviously wasn�t expecting, she managed to wrap her arms around his neck,
pulling him close before using the leverage of her legs to twist him to one
side. The end result was a reversal of position, with Zoro
on his back on the blanket, with an eager Tashigi on
his chest. She didn�t� waste a moment, not wanting him to recover from the
surprise attack before she got a chance to begin.

It was her turn to attack his chest
with her mouth, running her tongue over the defined muscles while one hand
absently traced its way down the long diagonal scar that was one of his most
defining features. And where that scar led was conveniently in the direction of
the waistline of his pants, the trailing end disappearing under the dark cloth.
Her fingers followed, and then continued to slide farther down. His attention
had been mainly focused on what she was doing with her mouth, but certain
things suddenly became more pressing concerns. Specifically,
the fact that her fingers were working their way under the cloth of his boxers,
and closer to his groin.

He shivered under her, his arms
moving up to encircle her, silently encouraging her attentions while not
pulling her close enough to interfere. Evading the grasp, she moved to allow
her mouth to follow the same road to her hand�s destination, other industrious
digits working to unzip his pants so that they could join the rest of the
discarded clothing. He lifted his hips to help with the garment removal, also
conveniently pressing himself more fully against her form. His boxers followed
quickly, leaving him naked under her hands and her gaze.

It was a small triumph that she
savored, to get him completely unclothe before he managed the same, and she
decided to relish her victory as much as she could. Her fingers slid down along
his thighs, never quite contacting his erect shaft. She took a moment to
observe this most obvious sign of the effect her actions were having upon him
before sliding farther down his body for a closer look.

He twitched under her light
caresses, his breathing becoming ragged in anticipation of her next movements.
Reaching her destination, she finally moved to give attention to the one piece
of his anatomy that truly demanded it. Wrapping her fingers around his arousal,
she smirked at his reaction. He gave out a gasp that trailed off into a soft
moan as her hand started to work slowly up and down. His hips started to rock
in time with the motions of her hand, and she felt a euphoric rush of power at
the sight. The fierce Roronoa Zoro
was completely subject to her ministrations, weak before her touch.

Naturally, there was only one way
to up the ante from there without giving him a chance to recoup any points. His
moan was much louder this time as he felt her tongue come into contact with the
head of his member. He clenched the bed�s blanket in his fists as she worked
her tongue and lips all the way down his shaft. His movements became
increasingly more agitated as she continued, once of his hands working its way
down to tangle itself in her hair.

There was no point in taking her
actions to the conclusion that Zoro was no doubt
desperate for at that time, especially since she�d been doing all the work up
until that point. Now that she firmly had the upper hand, it was time to allow
him to return the score to something like a tie. With one final kiss and lick,
she departed from his nether regions, pulling herself back up along his body to
return to his face for another powerful kiss. He wasn�t quite as responsive as
he had been for a moment, but recovered his wits momentarily.

Luckily, he also managed to infer
her meaning and desires, because once their lips
parted he immediately put his hands to work divesting her of her last two
remaining pieces of clothing � her slacks and her panties. Once she was
suitably naked, he slid her off of himself and onto the bed, then rolling over
to cover her body with his own. He gave her breasts a passing bit of attention
on his way to his ultimate goal, the spot between her legs that she eagerly
made available to his attentions. He took a moment there to investigate the
insides of her thighs as well, most likely just to get that particular little
growl of frustration from her that the delay caused.

He didn�t torture her for too long
however, wrapping one arm around each of her thighs to hold her still as he
moved in to give attention to her center directly. She arched her back and
moaned as she felt his tongue touch her, gently probing and caressing her. Her
moan only increased in volume as he found her button and focused his attention
on it, circling it with his tongue several times before slowing his actions to
a gradual stop.

He released his grip on her legs
and dragged himself upwards again, positioning himself between her legs.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Tashigi
pulled him down for one more kiss. He responded strongly, timing the meeting of
their lips to coincide with his entrance into her body. Her gasp at the
sensation was lost in the kiss, and he held himself still for a long moment
while their tongues battled. Then, parting from her lips slowly, giving then
small nips as he did so, he set himself into motion. She curved up underneath
him, pressing herself more tightly against him as he moved within her.

Each stroke was working its way
towards the tension building up within her. All too soon, she felt his thrusts
becoming quicker and shorter, indicating that he was reaching his climax as
well. Aiming for the one moment, she moved with him to bring herself closer to her
finish.

All too soon, she felt him tense on
top of her, his muscles rigid as he came into her. Driving herself up against
him a few more times, she managed to push herself over the edge as well. The
two were frozen in their embrace for a few endless moments as they rode out the
waves of their mutual orgasm.

Then, panting slightly, he rolled
off of her and settled in against her side. With one hand he also reached over
to pull the blankets up and around them. She took a moment to curl up more
comfortably against his chest and catch her breath.

�So, who won?� His breath tickled
her ear along with the soft words.

�I actually lost count��

He chuckled quietly. �I see. A draw then.�

�For now.�

-------------------------------

Surprisingly, he was the first one
awake. When Tashigi opened her eyes, he was already
up and dressed, leaning against the wall near the door and watching her sleep.
When he noticed her eyes opening, he padded over to the bed and sat down on the
edge of the mattress.

Yawning, she gave him a visual
once-over. �Hmmm. You know, you�re completely wasted
as a pirate. Have you ever considered reforming and joining the Marines
instead?�

He snorted in disbelief. �You�re
kidding, right? There�s no way I�d join the military, there�s not freedom
there. And there�s no way they�d take me anyway, no matter whose referral I get.�
He closed one eye, giving her a sly wink. �Maybe you should just quit and
become a pirate instead?�

�What?!
There�s no way I�d do such a thing!� Moral outrage was a great way to wake herself up in the morning, it appeared.

Gesturing with one hand at their
situation, he raised one eyebrow. �Well, what�s this? Sleeping with the enemy�
isn�t that like treason or something anyway?�

��You�re not implying that you�d tell someone
about this?�

�Well, I don�t know� I have my
civic duty to make sure that the Marines uphold justice wherever possible� and then
of course you�d be freed up as far as future career plans were concerned,
wouldn�t you?�

�Why � why you
--!� Words simply could not express her rage. �Selfish
� arrogant - !�

------------------------------

�Ugh. Damn that
stupid Marimo... why�d he have to wander so far from
the ship?!� Sanji shook his feet off after
being forced to wade through a large puddle of accumulated rainwater.

�At least we�ve almost caught up
with him now.� Nami peered out from under her
umbrella. �That merchant said he saw him pass by this way.�

�Hey, a restaurant!
Food!�

�Luffy,
we�re not out for a meal!�

�Yeah.� Usopp peered around nervously. �Let�s just find Zoro and go. There are three Marine ships down at the
harbor, you know!�

�Awww�
but I�m hungry��

�There�s food on the ship.� Nami reminded him, not too thrilled to be out and about in
such miserable weather and so early in the morning that the sun hadn�t even
really risen yet. �And as soon as we find Zoro,
that�s straight where we�re heading. Then we�re getting off this island. It�s
just lucky that it only takes eight hours to set the Log Post.�

�Can we just hurry it up then?� Usopp was beginning to look just plain paranoid.

�Why did you bother coming if
you�re just going to be scared out here? You could have stayed behind to guard
the ship with the others.�

�It�s better to be a moving
target.�

�Well, he�s got a point there.� Sanji led the way towards the large tavern � identified by Luffy, somewhat correctly, as a �restaurant� � through the
dreary downpour. �This has got to be the place.�

The quartet stepped inside, Nami keeping one hand on the collar of Luffy�s
shirt to keep him from making his way over to the bar and ordering food. The
place was essentially deserted at that early hour, and it was unlikely that the
kitchen was up and running anyway. A person who was occupied with sweeping the
floorboards free of the dirt of last night�s patrons stopped his actions and
leaned on his broom when they approached.

�Hey. We�re looking for a guy�� Sanji began.

The youngster raised one eyebrow,
obviously waiting for an elaboration and possibly wondering if there was any
profit to be made in giving them the information they sought. Then he caught
the gleam in Nami�s eye and promptly decided he�d be
lucky to get away with his own wallet intact.

�He�s got some really ostentatious
green hair, and he carries three swords�� The man was nodding already.

�Oh. That guy.
Yeah, he�s here. He�s upstairs with his girlfriend.�

�Girlfriend?�
A chorus of voices, in perfect synchrony, all stunned.

�Yeah, they made quite a scene last
night�� The young man never got a chance to enlighten them as to the entire
story however, since Zoro came bolting down the
staircase four steps at a time. He looked pretty ruffled and not too thrilled
when he spotted most of his crewmates in the building.

Rather than allow even the
slightest possibility of someone telling those four what had transpired, and
potentially transpired as well, Zoro sprinted across
the room and grabbed Luffy by the arm. He then
proceeded to haul his captain back out into the rain, compelling the other
three to follow.

They almost made it out of earshot,
Zoro leading the way and dragging a confused and
still hungry Luffy behind, before the outraged cry
broke through the cover of raindrops.

�RORONOA! YOU�RE DEAD WHEN I CATCH
YOU!�

�Had some fun, did you?�

�Shut up,
Perverted Cook!�

--------------------------

Hmmmm. I started writing this at� 1:30
AM, I think. It was mostly done by 7
AM on a Monday morning� then I sat on it for a week� and pulled
another pair of all-nighters with this fic and Empty
Rooms (InuYasha lemon). There are 8 pages of lead-in
story. And I must conclude that SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! Rock
on, people. Rock on.

Whee, my first het
couple, purely selfishly motivated lemon fic! Oh, and
I�m still a SUPER PERVERT! Maybe I�m related to Jiraya�

A Moment Of Calm Reflection:

People who have any actual respect for me as a person may
wish to stop reading now. You are about to learn more about the workings of my
mind and my personal perversions than you probably ever wanted to know.
1. PEOPLE
  WEAR TOO DAMN MANY CLOTHES. It shouldn�t take me pages and pages to get ya nekkid, yo! Loincloths are all that are allowed in future fics, okay? And Zoro, lose
  that damned sash! It�s a pain in the butt to remove! I ignore the
  existence of shoes and socks as well. What�s that? No, people are barefoot
  24/7, doncha know?
2. I
  wrote the whole thing with the breasts, and it took forever. I think it
  was probably the hardest part even though it gave Zoro
  something to do. I know this is popular, especially among male readers I
  believe, but I don�t really get it. I can imagine a few reasons, but� I
  guess it�s because I�m female. Whatever. Of course, I have a bit of a neck
  fetish myself, as you may have determined, so I really can�t deny people
  whatever particular piece of anatomy turns them on.
3. I was
  going to make Zoro a virgin for this fic. I know this is controversial, so don�t bug me
  about it, especially since it didn�t actually come up. To explain my point
  of view, let us please take a moment to investigate the man that is Roronoa Zoro. Zoro is bad tempered, antisocial and obsessive. These
  traits, among others, lead me to suspect that he might quickly dismiss
  small diversions such as Getting It On with members of the opposite sex.
  In addition, he is the only (human) male among the crew who does not take
  the chance to indulge in voyeurism of female friends and crewmates
  whenever the opportunity presents. This may indicate many things, but here
  are a select few:
At any rate, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I
enjoyed the whole writing part thingy stuff� maybe I should go to bed now?
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