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Chapter 4: Throw In A Shower Scene

Robin sipped the last of her drink and started to gather up dirty dishes, a trail of hands blooming across the deck and whisking the utensils past busy Kuja pirates into the kitchen. Sanji was preoccupied, so it couldn't really be helped. The archaeologist felt like she should help out more anyway. They were guests on this ship, after all.

Sitting on the edge of her chair and placing her book mark where she had left off, the raven haired beauty painted the picture of a respectable intellectual. Nobody would guess Nico Robin was currently surveying several different scenes around the ship. Well, admittedly both ships. And, at the moment, she was more fascinated with one situation in particular.

She smiled slyly to herself and walked past Nami to the railing, the navigator still lazing in her chair in a rather un-classy fashion. Dropping the book in her carry-on, Robin placed her sunglasses back on her nose with a casual hand and smoothed back her hair. No wind meant minimum hair maintenance, which was always a good thing. Closing her eyes and using her ability, her eye perused through darkness until she could see the more interesting development she'd stumbled upon that day. Her ear came up next to it, audio making the experience that much more enjoyable.

Forgive me for invading your privacy, Senchou, but I couldn't resist.

Margaret grabbed her top from the floor and headed out the door of the guys room.

"I'm taking a shower. We're probably close to the island by now so I'll go fast. You should too when I'm done," she called to Luffy.

He lifted himself up to a standing position and yawned casually, walking after her. Seeing her swift escape, he got an idea. He grinned to himself and gave chase, reaching the door just as he saw her start to climb the ladder up to the bath. He slowly started to creep up until-

"Robiiiiiiin~" Nami drawled sleepily.

Robin opened her eyes and quickly turned, knowing she hadn't been caught, but still being surprised at the sudden interruption. The red head was stretching in her chair, readying herself for landing one slim limb at a time. She smiled at Robin and adjusted her bathing suit top.

"How far off do you think we are?"

Robin sighed and put her sunglasses back on her head. So much for her in-cruise entertainment. She saved her knowledge of the budding circumstances between her captain and the girl for later. She couldn't help feeling though, that unlike a book, she'd probably be missing out on the best part of this chapter…

Margaret stared at the grinning face peeking at her from behind the door. With every passing second she grew less amused.

"Luffy, what are you doing in here."

"Can't I just shower with you?"

She didn't hesitate in her answer for even a second. "No."

His face fell. "Please? Wouldn't that be faster?"

"Yes, it would be." She closed the door. Luffy stood outside, confused by her answer.

"Wait, so…why can't I shower with you then," he shouted so she could hear. She cracked the door again.

"Because I don't want you to."

Luffy pouted. "Stingy."

Margaret shrugged coldly and closed the door with more force. Luffy tossed his hat on the sink and crossed his arms, trying to think of a way to get in.

"This is my ship, you know…the bath is also-" Margaret appeared from behind the door and spit water in his face. He spluttered a pitiful, "Maaaaaargareeeeeet~" and watched her face disappear again. He resigned himself to just being honest.

"I want you to do it again. That thing, you know? That thing you did…"

She slowly peeked at him, her face still agitated. "Luffy, I'm currently trying to clean myself of the mess you made the last time I did…that thing." She retreated behind the door again. Luffy shoved his face in, startling her enough to let the door fall open. He stumbled and grabbed onto her, making them both fall to the ground, then hovered over her with a pout.

"You were the one that did it to me. And now look what's happened," he gestured at his semi-erect cock and looked at her accusingly. "It keeps bugging me. You need to do it again."

Margaret looked into his pleading eyes and sighed. She shook her head and tried to shove him away, having some trouble since he was now clinging to her waist for dear life.

"Pleeeeeease~ Margareeeeet~! It won't even make a mess since we're in heeeeere~"

"Get off of me you moron!"

"Noooooooo~"

He was clearly having more fun with this than she was. His giggling was moronic, arms wrapping tighter around her. She had succeeded in getting to her feet, but the floor was slippery. When he still refused to let go, she shoved him hard and he rebounded like a rubber band. They both went tumbling into the bath tub, water splashing onto the window above it. Her head was now throbbing, but more importantly she was still submerged. He lifted her up so they were face to face and he laughed while she caught her breath. Now soaked, she glared at him with contempt. As much as she tried though, she couldn't help forgiving him. He pushed hair off her face and leaned in so his was only inches from hers and grinned.

"Shishishi. I'm in."

Margaret sighed in exhausted defeat and grabbed the shampoo, dumping it on his head. He whined as she scrubbed his hair clean.

"M-Margaret! This is GIRL'S shampoo!"

"Like I care," she giggled uncontrollably. He blindly reached for her, trying to prevent soap from getting in his eyes. She sought to escape, climbing out and backing into the wall beneath the shower head. He followed and pinned her, water flushing the shampoo from his hair. Both hands came down around her body, his grin triumphant.

"Now will you do it?"

For some reason she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. This wasn't really something she would've ever thought might pull at her heart strings. Water beaded and dripped off his body in constant streams, making him look like an abandoned dog in the rain. Pitiful, love starved eyes begged her to be kind. Who was she to deny him?

"Daisy, do you happen to know where Margaret is? We were having lunch awhile ago and she never came back from speaking to you."

Daisy snorted and shrugged, making Ran feel even more confused.

"Well, do you at least remember around the time when she left you?"

"Nope. Actually, I don't even remember her finding me. Heehehehegigglesnort~"

Ran shook her head and sighed. "Well, maybe she's looking for something below deck. I just didn't see her when Iris sighted the island, so I figured she was already busy." She poked Daisy's arm and continued critically, "You really need to get a new laugh, though. We have men on the ship. At least act more like a lady."

Daisy opened her mouth like she was going to giggle again, then covered it with her hands. Ran nodded approvingly. Ren ran up to them, grinning widely.

"I can't wait until we get back. I want to touch Luffy-sama's friends." At this, their gazes shifted to Brook, who was playing a song on his guitar for his groupies. Ran frowned.

"Well, that guy doesn't actually have any skin. I'm not sure I want to touch him," she admitted. Daisy couldn't hold back and staggered bursts of giggling escaped.

"I suppose if I had my choice, I'd want to touch him," Ren said dreamily. The other two looked over at who she was pointing at and they all nodded in agreement.

"The swordsman is indeed a mysterious fellow," Ran murmured, occupied with studying Zoro's sleeping form.

His face was handsome, even more so because of the scar running down his left eye. Sun kissed muscle peeked out from his robe, almost giving him an ancient feel. Like a sculpture of some great war god. His snoring ruined the image a little, but they all turned pink with admiration anyway. It was startled away when a red heeled shoe flew from the sky and smashed into his face.

Hancock stood outside her room looking down at him. "SLAVE! WHY HASN'T LUFFY COME TO MY QUARTERS YET?"

Zoro gingerly removed the shoe, which had indented itself into his face with the force it had been thrown. In a fit of rage, he threw the shoe on the ground and glared like a mad man up at her.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? AND WHY ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO GET ME TO DO STUFF FOR YOU?"

"I TOLD YOU A LONG TIME AGO TO GO GET HIM."

"SHUT UP! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING FOR Y-" The other shoe flew at him and hit him in the jaw. She grinned evilly and laughed.

"NEVER LET YOUR GUARD DOWN, STUPID SWORDSMAN. YOU'RE NOT EVEN ON MY LEVEL," she spat.

Zoro's face, hidden mostly in infuriated shadow, let his eye glint warningly at her challenge. He threw the shoe back, and she jumped up to catch it easily. When she turned back to continue her harassment, he was gone. She felt the sword at her neck and his grip on her arms before she could even respond. Frozen in shock and completely amazed at his speed, she now felt that his head reached to about her shoulders. This didn't seem to hinder his hold on her.

In a voice low and muffled by her cloak, intending for her to be the only one that heard him, he growled, "I don't take orders from anyone but Luffy." The words floated to her ears like ghosts, him finishing with a warning: "Do not underestimate me." His grip on her loosened and she heard him sheath the sword. "You'll die."

Her heart pounded wildly as she watched him walk away, the same thrill she felt the first time Luffy said something so arrogant.

She folded her arms and smirked, finally seeing a bit of what she should've expected from Luffy's first mate.

"Swordsman," she called. He stopped, but didn't turn around. She started walking back into her room. Then, as if she were holding back some further praise, she said passively, "Carry on."

Zoro whirled around, ready to tell her off, but she was already inside. He glared at the door.

"Tch. Stupid woman. Carry on," he seethed in a mocking voice. "What the hell..."

Ran, Daisy and Ren stared at him, then back to where Hancock had disappeared, faces full of adoration and complete awe. Hebihime-sama's cool persona even in defeat or Zoro-san's undeniable strength; they were all now a bit torn over who to admire more. Had Hancock been visible the choice would've been clear, but, men were getting more and more interesting by the hour. Ran was the first to snap out of it.

"Um…he did just kind of almost have a good opening to kill her. We didn't even do anything." Daisy nodded and let her laugh have its way with her.

"Yeah…but you have to admit that was pretty cool."

Luffy dug his fingernails into her back, clinging to her. They were both silent as she pulled at him gently, the water breaking over both their heads. He moved forward so they were more or less toe to toe, his tip every once in awhile brushing against her belly. He rested his chin in the crook of her neck, breath heated over her skin.

"Where does it feel good, Luffy." She stroked his back with her free hand, making him shiver. He inhaled and arched into the touch.

"Mm…the tip. I like the tip," he murmured.

Bringing her thumb up, she stroked the tip in little circles. He moaned appreciatively, knees buckling slightly. She caught him when he swayed.

"Margaret…it feels…mmmmm…"

She could imagine how he was feeling, but hearing these things made her heart swell. She gripped him tighter and he grunted in response, pleased with the change of pressure. He shifted his body, trying to find a rhythm that matched hers. Before long he was thrusting into her hand, getting a feel for what felt good. His breathing became irregular, the moans climbing from a whimper to a smooth chant. He nuzzled her neck.

"M-Margaret," he choked, "It feels…I feel…uuuunnnn…"

His shower companion, while her attention had been solely on him, grew increasingly distracted by her own needs. She took her free hand and rubbed herself, blushing while she focused on the noises Luffy made, the way he was holding her, what he felt like against her…

He frowned when he no longer felt her hand on his back, lifting his head off her shoulder to investigate. She was moaning softly in his ear, but it didn't really look like she was doing anything special. He replaced his head on her shoulder and glared at the wall like a spoiled child.

Was that what she'd meant when she'd told him to rub it? It didn't look so hard.

Trying to be casual, he moved his hand to occupy her crotch. She was ready to scold him, thinking he just wanted more attention than he was already being given. His fingers delved in and started massaging her clit, so she opted for melting instead.

"L-Luffy," she moaned loudly. He grinned with confidence. This was far better than their earlier experimentation.

They continued their mutual rubbing, moving into each others hands. She slowly rolled her tongue along his neck, if not for any other reason than to tell him she liked what he was doing. He giggled.

"It tickles!"

She tried to pull him even closer, her breasts squeezing between them. He liked that they were soft, kind of rubbery like himself, and squished him when they moved at the same time. He decided to keep that a secret.

His composure was starting to slip, hips all but grinding with the overload of sensations. His eyes blurred familiarly, but he also felt that continuing to touch her was important. She appreciated this, but felt his attention waning and leaned into his ear.

"It's alright, Luffy," she purred. "You can let go."

He shook his head stubbornly, approaching delirium. Her voice drove him nuts, but he didn't want to let up. Instead, he focused on finding a place she liked. She wasn't 'out' like him, which made it seemingly harder to...whatever they were doing. He squelched lower, frowning with suspicion when he felt something out of place.

Is that a…hole?

Curiously, he put one finger in a little and rubbed. He immediately felt her stiffen, pausing in her ministrations. He glanced at her face, seeing her look of surprise. All of a sudden, she leaned her full weight onto him and screamed, pleasure coursing down her spine. Staggering from the position change and thinking she was in pain, he stopped quickly. She looked up at him, eyes wild.

"Why are you stopping?" The nails of the hand on his back drew blood and he winced.

"That…that didn't hurt?" he asked nervously.

"Do it again. Now." Her groan was ecstatic, her whole core hungry for more of the amazing thing he'd just done.

He was afraid of dying, so he complied. She was now grinding into the hand, so he simply moved his finger up until it was rubbing at her entrance. She seemed to like that, saliva leaking out the side of her mouth as she panted.

He blinked at how undone she'd become, realizing he probably didn't look too composed either. It just felt really good.

The heat and steam from the shower made it a chore to breathe. Margaret curled inside deliciously, feel herself climbing towards a climax. She positioned herself over his hand to get a better angle, moving her forehead over so it rested on his collar bone. He lifted his head curiously.

"Luffy, I'm…I'm gonna…mmph…I'm…" She just kept repeating herself, murmuring into his skin, making him more confused. She glanced up at him, lustful eyes blinking through wet eyelashes.

"Please," she begged. He gulped and moved his other hand to rub at her back.

"What...do you want me to do," he whispered. She tightened her muscles over his finger, some silent indication of what she wanted. The hole was almost sucking it in, like it wanted more. Sensing he should be gentle, he stuck a second one in and rubbed more resolutely.

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, blinking through a kind of pleasure she was completely unfamiliar with. She bit his shoulder to stifle a robust cry of approval. Biting his own lip, he forged ahead, trying to give her…well, whatever it was she needed. Margaret resigned herself to violently sucking at his flesh. It felt so good, and it was so hot in the shower, and Luffy's arms were so strong and…

She threw her head back and screamed, "LUFFY, I'M-"

"SHITTY CAPTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN~! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOOOOOOOOU~" came Sanji's distant roar. He was on the ship, and apparently not in a good mood.

Luffy and Margaret both froze. They looked at each other, panic passing between them.

Sanji jumped down from the railing, stalking across the upper deck and scanning the unoccupied lawn. When he got to the stairs he narrowed his eyes. He may not have been quite as in touch with his sixth sense as Zoro, or had a nose for tracking like Chopper, but he could tell almost immediately that something wasn't right. The little internal tracking device in his head started off at a whisper, each step down the stairs making it a little louder.

Mellorine…mellorine…mellorine…mellorine…

They had turned off the water so they could at least buy some time before he found them.

"Luffy, what should we do? It'll be embarrassing if someone sees us…like this…"

The details of why they had ended up in the shower weren't important. All Margaret knew was that roping someone into getting naked with you and touching each other in…certain places…wasn't a normal activity most people probably did for fun. People meaning, women and men. Together. If possible, she felt it would be better that nobody saw them like this. And Hebihime-sama…

Margaret lifted her hands to cover her face, eyes widening in panic. She felt sick to her stomach.

I lied to Hebihime-sama.

Luffy was lost in his own thoughts.

Sanji…mad…

He glanced at Margaret.

Margaret's a girl…naked…

Flashbacks of every attempt to see girls naked in bath houses, every nosebleed, every punch to the head when someone touched or spoke to girls the wrong way…it all came back, a reel of film tainted in certain death.

Sanji likes girls…Sanji likes naked girls…I'm with a naked girl…

He looked down at himself.

I'm naked…

He gulped, a red flag going off, but no particular course of action revealing itself. With sunken eyes, he looked at his partner in crime.

"Margaret…I think Sanji's going to kill me," he said flatly.

Sanji cautiously opened the door to the boys room. He sniffed and frowned.

Mellorine…

A woman had definitely been in here.

Nothing else seemed out of place, save someone had decided to raid Luffy's locker and toss its contents on the ground. Had he come back to look for something? Had the woman done that? He frowned, wondering how it all tied together.

Luffy's been missing for the last couple hours…our room smells like a woman…

The faint sound of the shower starting pulled him from his equation. He stared up at the dome the bath was located in. Frowning one last time at the locker, he made his way to the navigation room.

"Margaret, you can't let him find me," Luffy whispered, his face terrified. "He likes girls. Naked girls. More than anything. When I told him I landed on Amazon Lily when we got separated..." He brought his hands up and fisted is soggy hair. "And he almost died on Fishman Island. He can't see us like this. He'll kill me. He'll really kill me."

Margaret had started the shower again, a plan already taking form. "He's the one that gets nosebleeds really easily, right," she asked thoughtfully. Luffy nodded, confused about where she was going with this.

"Then just do as I tell you."

"Luffy, you in there?"

The water continued to run as Sanji stood outside the door. His captain's hat sat on the sink, indicating that he was inside. Yet, nobody answered.

Maybe he's in trouble…maybe he passed out in the water…

Sanji wasn't too keen on barging in on another dude, but Luffy wasn't saying anything. And there was his ability to consider. Had he drowned in the bath or something? Franky had made the damn shower to prevent stuff like that from happening though…

The cook jiggled the knob. It was locked. He sighed and stepped back from the door a little.

"You better be close to death, you little shit," he muttered. Taking a drag on his cig, he swung his leg out and kicked the door open. Steam clouded his vision at first. Apparently Luffy didn't have a problem with near scalding water temperatures. From inside he heard a shriek and some shuffling.

A girl?

Sanji forgot about his shield and rushed in, view still blocked by steam.

"Excuse me? Miss? Are you alr-"

He ran into something soft and fell to the floor. Most of the steam had rushed out the door when he'd kicked it open, so he could see a lot better now. But maybe not as well as he thought, because for some reason, it felt like his face had been padded by some nice breasts. Surely that wasn't possible, especially for someone as lowly as himself. Being stuck between breasts…that was the day he would surely die…

Margaret had only intended to come to the door in a towel, hoping that would be enough to get him to pass out. She hadn't counted on him breaking down the door and coming in. Frightened of what he would do but too shocked to move, she made eye contact with the man nestled in her chest. Both of them blinked, trying to contemplate what was happening.

Light from the window glowed behind her, like an angel's halo. Her golden hair curled over smooth skin…wait? Golden hair? He was in rapture of her beauty, visions of their angelic children running circles around in his head. He looked down at her naked chest and…

God DAMMIT…

Blood exploded from his nose, propelling him through the top of the dome and into the sky. He got high enough that he started to arc towards Amazon Lily when his momentum gave out, since they were only about a mile away now.

Everyone on the Kuja's ship gawked. Nami rolled her eyes. Robin looked on, unsure of whether her amusement with the situation was actually appropriate. Usopp and Chopper spotted him, initially shocked, and then they both donned their poker faces when they saw the giant arc of blood.

"He's gonna need more transfusions now," Usopp mused, bored. Chopper nodded, a little ticked that his invention hadn't worked out. He sighed.

Luffy rubbed his nose and crept out from behind the bathroom door, glaring at Margaret.

"Some plan. I think he broke my face when he kicked this stupid thing in." Margaret glared right back.

"Just be grateful he didn't see you. Now get out. I've gotta get all this blood off me," she growled.

Luffy perked up and walked over to her, "Oh yeah! Can we finish that th-" She drove her foot into his face and he bounced out of the bathroom. She slammed the door and locked it, fuming. Luffy had fallen through the hole and landed on the floor of the navigation room. He rubbed his head and pouted up at where he'd been kicked out.

"Geez. What's her problem..."

Meanwhile...

"Aphelandra! That's one of the guys from Luffy-san's crew!"

A crowd of girls that had gathered at the port to greet Hancock and Luffy's companions circled around the giant Amazon. She whimpered and held Sanji's unconscious body out at arms length.

"Wh-what should I do? He's bleeding everywhere!"

"Hurry! Let's take him to Belladonna! He could bleed to death like this!" The crowd whisked him out of Aphelandra's hands, leaving her to stand near the port. Sandersonia looked at her sympathetically.

"I guess I'd expect nothing less from someone in that man's crew. Still, he landed in…quite the awkward place, didn't he."

Aphelandra stared at the blood on her breasts, looking like she might cry.

"I…I'm going to go clean up now…"

Marigold and Sandersonia watched her trudge off in the direction of the village. They looked at each other and grinned.

"Looks like things are going to be interesting from now on."
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