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Notches	By : sorajima69 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 5546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or the characters therein, and I make no money from the publication of this work. I do however own Maribell, who in actuality is my exclusive property.

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Chapter One: Roronoa Zoro

"Maribell, are you sure you don't want to go with them?" Roronoa Zoro asks you for the second time, sounding rather defeated. "I won't mind watching the boats alone."

"I'm sure," you reply hearitly, smiling at him. He returns the look half-heartedly, and you feel a surge of concern. "Are your injuries bothering you? I knew it was stupid of you to cut yourself open!"

"I've had worse," he dismisses, and you roll your eyes.

"Zoro, there is nothing wrong with admitting to your nakama that you need help!"

"I know that, but I don't, so leave me alone!" he snaps, holding his swords closer and looking out over the sea. You glance at the island where Luffy and Nami have disappeared into the treeline.

"Any idea how long they'll be gone?" you ask after a few minutes of almost-silence.

"Who knows," Zoro grouches. "Could be one hour, could be ten."

You murmur your agreement and glance out to see, enjoyin the familiar feeling of the waves rocking the small ship up and down. "Any ideas what we should do to pass the time?"

"I don't care what you do. I'm going to sleep."

A frown flickers over your face, and you cast an stern look at him. He smirks at you, unrepentant. "I thought you were going to watch the boats! How can you do that asleep?"

"I'm a swordsman—" he begins, and you scoff.

"Like that's an answer to the question!"

"—so I'm trained," he continues, speaking over you pointedly, "to be aware of my surroundings. If someone approached, I'd know. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried, per se," you argue. "Just doubtful. But it doesn't matter; I'm here too after all." It is your turn to smirk at him and you do so gleefully. Near silence falls again, comfortable this time as you each listen to and watch the waves that will now be your lifeblood.

"Did you ever think you would be a pirate?" he asks suddenly, then forges on without waiting for an answer. "I never did. It had occurred to me, of course, but I never really counted on it."

"I understand. And no, Zoro, I never expected to be a pirate. Not until I met Luffy. As soon as I saw him, I knew—" You cut off, unsure how to explain the way you felt when you met the young, brilliant, foolish pirate boy you have decided to follow.

"Knew that your life would never be the same. Yeah. Me too."

Silence again, this time thoughtful. You turn your gaze to him just in time to see his eyes darting away from your scarcely covered breasts, only to skitter back and look at the flash of exposed skin at your abdomen. You arch a brow and he grunts at you, "You're pale."

"You're tan," you counter, smiling and smoothing a hand over the silk of your shirt and the crimson scarf tied about your waist. It's almost your livelihood, that scarf—your primary weapon in battle, you easiest and most accessible disguise. You finger the golden edging, and ask a question that's been eating away at you for days. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Pardon?"

"Sex. You and me, right now. Do you want to have sex? We're alone, we're adults, there's no reason not to—"

"Except that it's a bad idea!" he retorts, carefully setting his swords against the hull next to him. Reaching behind him, he sets his elbows on the hull and pierces you with his stare. "A stupid idea. We're nakama. And I'm only nineteen."

"I'm only twenty-one," you remind him lightly. "Not that much older. And if you're attracted to me, and I'm attracted to you, why—"

"I'm not interested in a relationship," Zoro cuts in warningly.

"Nor am I," you reply honestly, standing and pulling up your skirt. Reaching under, you shimmy out of your panties before making your way over to Zoro, keenly aware of him gawking at you. You gaze down at him for a moment, admiring the planes and angles of his face. Reaching down, you stroke one hand through his odd hair. "I didn't ask if you wanted a relationship. I asked if you want to have sex." You step closer, one foot on either side of his hips, and lower yourself into his lap, skirt falling over his legs. His hands rise up and settle on your waist, making you smile. Looking up slightly to meet his eyes, you raise one brow. "Do you?"

"Yes," he breathes, leaning down and catching your lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. His lips part yours and you scoot forward slightly, so your dampen entrance is right over his groin. Flicking your tongue out, you tap it against his, sliding them together in a sensual dance. You feel an ache growing in your abdomen; the promise of having him makes you want him even more. "But I'm still injured, so you'll be doing most of the work. And I don't want anything too energetic."

"Oh, that's no problem," you laugh quietly, kissing his jaw. "I like being on top, and I'm feeling rather lethargic myself." He raises a brow and you laugh again, the low and throaty sound of a woman about to get what she wants. "A round of nice, lazy sex sounds just about perfect right now."

"It does," Zoro agrees readily, slipping one hand under your skirt and up your thigh to explore your pussy. His fingertips just brush over your core, spreading around your wetness and brushing your clit. Looking up, he gives you a quick grin. "You're already wet."

"I'm horny," you correct. "I've wanted you for days."

"Hmm." He slips one finger inside you. "You are... an exceptional woman. What did you say you used to do?"

"I was," you inhale sharply when he leans forward to lick your neck, "a spy. In the World Government's police force. I worked for a—oooh," your breath hitches again as he adds another finger and touches his thumb to your clitoris "—the island I was born on. Ohh, do that again!" He does, nibbling his way to your still-covered breasts and pressing his fingers against your G-spot. Your hips jerk forward against his hand and you moan softly, grabbing hold of what little hair you can catch between your fingers. "I want you inside me so badly, Zoro... Kiss me, please, kiss me?"

He does, tipping his head back and letting you thrust your tongue into his mouth. It is a deep, slow, lazy kiss, and his fingers cease to move inside your body. You clench around them, legs pressing closer along his hips as you wrap your arm around his shoulders. His hand slips from you to settle on your hip and he holds you in place as his hips bump up against yours. You press yourself close and grind against him; his other hand moves up to cup the back of your neck while you kiss him with more urgency. You feel so achingly empty right now, when he's so close and hard and under you already. All it will take is pulling down his pants and, if he even wears them, underwear.

Somehow, you doubt that Pirate hunter Zoro bothers with boxer shorts.

"I want you inside me," you murmur again, rolling your hips against his growing erection. He makes a little noise, a pleasured breath, you think, and it only serves to inflame your desire more. "I want you so bad, Zoro, so bad I'll think I'll die..."

"Don't exaggerate," he replies, sounding amused, and you offer a chagrinned smile before reaching between you to palm his dick through his pants. He gasps and drops his head back against the hull. "God, don't stop doing that until I say so."

"I thought I was going to be in charge?" you challenge lightly, then duck your head to lave at his Adam's Apple. His skin is sun-hot, salty, and smooth. In a word, perfect. "Speaking of which, I want you in me. Now, Zoro."

In short order his pants are around his thighs and you are raising yourself above him, only to lower yourself down onto his hard length. He goes deep inside you in this position, wonderfully so, and you make certain that your body has taken his entire length, content to sit there for a moment and revel in the feel of his cock branding you. You sigh happily and the boat rocks a bit, moving him inside you a little. It gives you an idea, and you lift yourself up to that while he is still inside you, you are no longer sitting directly on him. Instead you put your weight on your hands and knees, on the boat itself. He presses a lingering to your lips before dropping his head back against the railing, looking at you with hooded eyes. You are teasing and he knows it, so you shoot him a saucy smile. The next wave comes in and makes you sway, moving on top of him slowly before you sink down to accept him fully.

Rotating your hips and clenching your inner muscles, you grind down on him slowly. In fact, you think with a wry smile, you're essentially giving him a lapdance with him already inside you. His hands come up and slide under your loose shirt, palming your breasts and flicking his thumbs over your nipples. You gasp, tighten, and he groans, hips thrusting up against you helplessly. You let him work his hips up against you, enjoying the way he moves inside your body as he jerks upwards, edging deeper and withdrawing only to return.

The feel of him sliding in and out of you is glorious; skin on skin, he slips into your open wetness and grinds up against you as you rock your hips closer and closer to him. You meet him eagerly stroke for stroke as you feel your pleasure building.

"I'm close," you pant, "So close, don't stop, please..."

"Me too," he grunts, dropping his hands to your hips and holding you in place above him as he thrusts faster and harding, making your breasts bounce and your back arch a little with the pleasure. The silk of your shirt slides over your nipples as you move, and his thumbs stroke the flesh of your waist. Your hands spasm on his back and he grins wickedly at you, pulling you down onto him almost painfully slow after very nearly pulling free of your body's tight hold. You brace yourself against his shoulders and rise up, dropping your body onto his and taking him inside you in one smooth, practiced motion that you repeat almost immediately. His hips jerk up against yours with every stroke, and your breath grows shorter and shorter. He tenses and groans a little; you kiss him on a sigh as you break apart around him, barely even aware that he's experiencing the same draining heights of pleasure.

Several minutes later, he freezes in the act of standing and stretching, looking to you with a panicked expression. "I forgot completely... Fuck! What about...?" he trails off, clearly unwilling to be the one to say it.

"Protection?" you offer cheekily, tugging your shirt off as to prepare to dive into the water. Dropping it to the deck, you reach up and pull free the band the keeps up your hair in its customary tail. Long strands the color of corn-silk fall around you, brushing against the bare skin of your back all the way to your hips. "Children? I'm barren."

Zoro's intensely worried expression falters, fading into something almost like concern. "Oh. Well..." he seems to ponder his choices, then shrugs. "If I'm honest then I'll say I'm glad, because we don't have to worry, but I'm sorry for you if you ever wanted children."

You laugh. Yes, you had wanted children when you were younger, had looked forward to holding your child in your arms for the first time. But that was years ago. "I'm over it. But thank you, Zoro. For the sentiments as well as the fun." You wink, shove your skirt down and off your hips, and jump into the cool, clear blue water with a joyous shout. Submerged completely, you kick off from the sandy bottom at an angle and twist around until you are face up. You backstroke a few meters away from the dinghy, aware that Zoro is watching you with a bemused expression rather than a desirous one. "Oh, god, it's perfect!" you call back teasingly. "Best thing I've felt all day!"

"You little..." he growls, and a moment later there is a splash and a man cutting through the water towards you with a rather menacing expression fixed on his face. He halts just a foot or so away from you; you turn and try to paddle away but his arm latches around your waist and he lifts you bodily from the water, your back pressed flush to his chest.

"Zoro!" you try to snap, laughing. "Put me down!"

"Not until you take it back," he swears, planting a kiss on your neck.

You freeze.

"Zoro," you begin tentatively and, apparently catching on that, for now, the brief playtime is over, he lowers you so you can stand on your own in clear blue water that comes up to your waist. Turning in his arms, you look up at him. "You do remember us saying that we don't want a relationship, right?" He nods and grins. "Which means that was a one-time thing. Only the one. It can't happen again."

"Yeah, I know." He shrugs as though to say, 'what's the big deal'? "It was just a great fuck. And that was just a kiss. There doesn't have to be meaning behind it. Maybe I'm a little more affectionate towards you than I was this morning. So what?"

"So nothing," you shrug, then splash him in the face and dive away. "Last one to that rock has to share their dinner with Luffy!"

"What?" he shouts after you, horrified. Then, "You're on!"
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