Campus Piece, 1

"Campus Piece, 1"

orig. 10/17/2013

Alt. One Piece Elly x Zoro
Making out, adult content

One Piece College based non-canon

The sprawling brick campus was huge. Separate buildings sat by themselves on corners of the road while landscaped gardens surrounded it, kept in part by the agricultural students and part by the groundskeepers. A bright green motorcycle with black detailing shot by at daring speed, straight down the road and headed for the college. Several older men and ladies were chatting out in the parking lot, headed for their cars or walking back to their dorms, hands filled with books and papers. The bike pulled up, the driver stopping smartly by the concrete steps leading to the inner circle of the campus.

"Hey, asshole!" A slender young man in black slacks and a button-down shirt was hanging half out of one of the doors. He yelled at the driver, waving a hand cheerfully, then bent back inside for a bit. There was lipstick on his cheek when he ran up to the bigger man on the bike. He flicked his gold hair back as the wind threatened to blow it away from the side of his cheek it always covered.

"When're you gonna grow up, pervert?" The driver grunted roughly. He had on a soft black leather jacket and he was wearing jeans that were noticeably faded on the knees. He placed a booted foot more firmly on the ground and revved the cycle irritably. One hand removed his partial helmet, revealing short, spiky green hair with sideburns that grew past his ears. Three long gold earrings tinkled musically from his left ear. He snorted at the blond. "Fuck, Sanji - you've got a girlfriend."

"I just love them all," Sanji grinned evilly, bright yellow hair and suavely dressed attire earning him some looks from three ladies walking past. He blew a kiss at them and they giggled. "Just because you don't have one doesn't mean you have to be jealous. Seaweed head."

"Whatever."

"Haven't you been farming that sweet little pop chick, anyway?" Sanji snickered at the big man's sudden discomfiture. "Ha, Zoro's got a crush..."

"'Farming' her?" Zoro choked. His heavy-soled boots came down on either side of the bike and it jerked up short. "You idiot! What the hell, I'm not like you!"

"Neh." The wind ruffled Sanji's blond hair as he waved a hand negligently about. "I've seen you with her all the time. Why don't you ask her out?"

"I did!" The heavy shoulders slumped when he realized he'd let that slip. "Crap."

"Great! When? I have a date with Honey tonight. Is it tonight? We can go out together." Zoro slapped a palm across his face, groaning.

"Yeah. Yeah," he muttered. "The girls know each other," he added. "Cat has Figural Drawing with her in the mornings."

"They do?" Sanji squirmed around happily. "That's fantastic!"  He paused, his visible eye growing wide. "...isn't that the one where they draw nude men?"

"Knock it off," Zoro warned. His face had begun to burn. "8 o'clock at the karaoke bar on the corner." He stepped up off the pavement and kicked the motorcycle in gear. "Don't be late! Ass!"

"Fuck you, moron," Sanji yelled back by way of goodbye. Zoro snorted and drove to his small apartment, thinking about the girl he was going to see that night. Some hours later he was getting ready for their date, showering and trying to decide what he would wear. He was nervous. What had Sanji called her? 'Sweet little pop chick'? Shit - that was probably right. He scrubbed at his hair with unnecessary force, lathering it until suds dripped down the bridge of his nose. Rinsing off he decided that he couldn't let that bother him; the hell with it. He'd wear what he liked. Cat was an art major; she sang and was taking a lot of drawing and painting classes. He'd first seen her during one of the free musicals the arts center put on once in awhile.

"Crap," he hissed, digging blindly for the soap and missing it. He wiped a hand across his eyes and began lathering his body. He had no fears of his form displeasing her. In fact he'd never thought about it. Zoro was a bodybuilder and his strong, heavily-muscled body was one that few would challenge in any way. He'd never had a problem with guys trying to bully him or mess around too much. He just had this issue about girls. When he'd started talking with her he'd been almost tongue-tied. But it turned out they liked a lot of the same things. Sanji's girl - what the hell, the pink-haired little thing -- she noticed what was going on and started to tell him things about Cat. That she wasn't seeing anyone, that guys had been asking her out but she kept turning them down for some weird reason.

"Damn women," he muttered. Most were busybodies. Sanji's wasn't that bad but she'd been at him constantly to ask her friend out, that she thought she liked him and all that bullshit. What she didn't understand was that Zoro hadn't been on enough dates to know what to do. The big man stepped out of the shower, water dripping down the ripples in his torso. He absently began drying himself off, walked over to the mirror and peered at his jawline. No stubble, good. Grunting to himself, he pulled out a bottle of rarely-used cologne and stared at it for a moment. He slapped a little on, shrugging, then dressed quickly, glancing down at his watch. Fuck. It was almost time. He was bounding down the steps of his apartment a few minutes later, keys in his teeth while he ran his hands through his damp hair. His bike started up fine and despite his worries he was on time when he reached her place. He didn't even have to go up to the door because as he drove up he saw her running down one of the concrete sidewalks between the complex doors. He swallowed, gulping hard.

"Hey, Cat," he grinned, glad that his helmet covered his ferocious blush.

"Zoro! You're the only one that calls me that, you big oaf." She stared at the bike. She hadn't ridden with him before so she had no clue how she was going to fit. Her purple hair had two thin side locks that she had caught up today in colorful barrettes that had felt cat's ears sewn on them. "Everyone else calls me Elly."

"I like my name better." He pointed at her barrettes. "You're always wearing cat things." She laughed and he offered her his hand, tugging her gently up behind him on the bike. "Hafta get on behind me...and here." He reached down at his side and handed her a spare helmet.

"Ohhh."

"Do you have a jacket?" He took his off when she shook her head. "Wear mine," he said. "It'll get cold once we get going." Elly pulled the jacket on over her tank and jeans. It dwarfed her and was oddly becoming, especially when she put the helmet on and adjusted the straps under her chin. Zoro had to shift a little on the seat as he twisted to look, hoping he wouldn't have to hide an erection the entire length of their date. She wrapped her arms around him and he sighed very lightly.

"Okay, I think!"

"Hang on tight," he warned her before he kicked off. The feeling of inertia caused her to grip him even harder and he grinned, hoping she'd like it. It didn't take long to reach their destination and he knew she had loved the ride as they pulled up to the bar. Elly was laughing in sheer delight, her cheeks rosy red from the wind and a pretty contrast to her fair skin. She handed him her helmet and he stowed them away.

"I almost feel sorry for Honey! She's never done that before. Oh my god, Zoro, that was fun!" She caught him in an expressive hug. The big man's eyes widened and he blushed harder, his grin widening.

"I was afraid you wouldn't like it." A few girls had about slapped him when he'd tried to take them anywhere. They didn't want to screw up their hair, they hated the helmet, they were afraid he would crash them... it was always something. He spotted Sanji's blue two-door out of the corner of his eye and winced. Oh yeah, he was going to show up. Elly was giggling and flinging her arms around her friend's neck by the time he turned around, genuinely thrilled.

"I thought you were too tired!"

"I had to get a few more rooms done than usual," Honey replied, tucking back her long pink hair. She frowned cutely. "Those people at the hotel are slobs! I just hope I don't have to do it much longer."

"You won't have to do it forever," Elly sympathized. She got no farther because Sanji had stepped out of the shadows and was fawning over her.

"Two beautiful ladies together like this," he sighed. "I'm so lucky tha - ow!" He rubbed the back of his neck where Zoro had smacked him. "Hey, moron, what're you doing?"

"That's my girl," Zoro grumbled. "You have your own."

"That's right, Sanji," Honey crooned. She was used to her boyfriend and could play the man like a fine-tuned instrument. As cliche as that sounded, it was true with Sanji, who needed constant reminding but always bounced back to Honey in the end. The slender young man immediately slid an arm around her waist, face burning.

"That's right, love," he purred. "And you look ravishing tonight." She winked at her friend, who blushed when Zoro also placed an arm about her - well above her waist, though. The muscled arm crept around her shoulders, holding her very loosely.

"Let's go in," Elly suggested. They waved to a few people they knew from random classes but didn't stop to talk. Sanji sat them all in a darker corner of the smoky room.

"It's more private here," he suggested slyly, popping a pack of cigarettes out and lighting one. He slid into the booth and hugged his girl tightly to his side. Zoro gave him a withering look. Elly was headed off to the stage already, excited as an actual singer gets when they can play around with no one recording them.

"Damn it, pervert, this is our first date, don't push me!"

"You've know each other for ages," Sanji said, rolling his visible eye. Smoke curled lazily from the tip of his cigarette. He raised it to his mouth and dragged deeply, blowing out a thin line. "I don't think you can make a mistake." Zoro growled under his breath and stalked off to the bar to get a drink. He could only have one since he was driving later, he was careful like that even though he had excellent tolerance. He'd planned on having it later in the night but he needed it now so he got two mugs of cold ale and sat back down with them.

"Is she gonna sing already?" Honey was twirling her bright pink hair around one finger, eyes wide.

"There she goes," Sanji said gleefully. He darted in for a quick kiss on his girl's neck, causing the girl to squeal softly.  

"What!" Zoro's breath caught. He had been raising the mug to his lips but he froze halfway, eyes darting to the mic at the girl that was singing. Elly's eyes were sparkling with mischief as she sang. She was partway through the song when she pointed and he twitched when the rest of the place broke up into hoots and whistles. Her little finger was leveled directly at him and it might as well have been placed right on his heart.

Sanji nudged his date under the table. Honey whapped him on the arm but then blinked, smiling slowly when she saw the big man so entranced. She leaned over and whispered into Sanji's ear. Sanji snickered under his breath, covering his mouth with one hand. When Elly sat back down Zoro stretched his arm out and pulled her so that she rested snugly against his side. She uttered a nervous titter but looked pleased when he placed a hesitant arm about her shoulders.

"I want to do it next!" Honey was cheering with delight. Zoro propped one leg up on a piece of wood under the table and turned to his date.

"Yes?" She was so close he could smell her faint perfume. It was a light, flowery scent that seemed drowsy for some reason.   

"Uh..." She couldn't be any closer to him unless he placed her on his lap, in fact. Zoro tried to still his breathing. Suddenly he couldn't get enough air. "You singing was great." He mentally slapped himself. Nice compliment, dumbass. Amazingly, she seemed speechless and when he looked she was blushing harder than he was, her face lowered. He placed a hand under her chin and lifted it, dumbfounded at her shimmering gaze. Those dark violet eyes looked almost starry.

"Thanks," she grinned. "Hey, and you got me a drink." She took one of the mugs and swallowed a few mouthfuls. "I won't be able to do that again for awhile unless you want to hear me burp into the mic." Everyone laughed at the image.

They joked, the had fun. They even ate a little although it was later on in the night, snacking on some fried wontons and a small plate of spicy shrimp rolls because Elly had declared they were "her ultimate favorite". True to his standards, Zoro hadn't had another drink of alcohol. He'd protested when Sanji started buying drinks but Sanji declared that he could buy the food, so it would be even. The big man wasn't so sure of that but as the night wore on he realized what the sneaky bastard had done. Zoro hadn't had anything to drink but his date had ...and lots of it. She held herself well until they began chatting about scars and old childhood accidents. Honey once again poked Sanji under the table and the blond man smiled evilly.

"What're you up to..."

"Zoro has a great big scar on his stomach." It was spoken innocently enough but Zoro yelped when a small hand tugged up the hem of his shirt and slid up his chest. His eyes bulged and he completely forgot about the conniving little ass while Elly's fingers sought the long, deep scar running up his stomach to his shoulder. His abdomen muscles jerked and quivered from the delicate petting.

"Crap!" He gasped. "Holy shit, woman, wait..!" He placed a hand on hers through the fabric. "I'll show it to you later," he promised, not thinking of the implications of his innocent statement. As soon as he had uttered this Honey clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes twinkling mischievously. Sanji stubbed his current cigarette out in an ashtray and whistled sexily. The look Zoro gave him was so hard he almost feel the man's hands around his throat. But he only chuckled.

"It's late, maybe we had better go," he murmured. "Good thing it's some stupid holiday tomorrow, eh? We don't have classes."

"I'll call you, Elly," Honey promised as they got up. The lavender-haired girl would have stumbled if not for Zoro's arm snaking around her waist. He gulped and Sanji swept his date out the door, casting a meaningful glance back at Zoro as he did. One curly eyebrow raised.

"Go for it," he mouthed silently before the door closed. Zoro turned beet red.

"Why does everyone think I want to..." He looked at Elly clinging to him. One strap on her tank had slipped and he could see her cleavage from here when he peeked downwards as well as the lace on her bra. Okay, he wanted to, all right. Fair enough.

"Let's go too, Zoro," she said quietly.

"All right." He thought about it for a minute then scooped her up in his arms. Several couples nearby hooted rowdily but he ignored them as he strolled outside, one big shoulder banging the door open for them both. "You gonna be all right to hold on?"

"I'm not as drunk as you think I am," she joked teasingly. He blinked when she met his eyes with a clear, steady gaze. "Most of that was so that Sanji would relax."

"That ass!" The big man gritted his teeth and she snickered.

"Oh, I don't know," she murmured. "They just want us to be happy. That's not bad."

"Yeah, yeah." He reached his bike and stopped. Damn, he had to put her down. Zoro regretfully lowered her to the ground and dug out his keys. Both of them were flushed and sweaty from the bar so he tied his jacket around his waist and hefted her up behind him with just her top. "Sure you won't be cold?"

"I'll be fine," she murmured, face pressed against his thin shirt. He sighed and passed the spare helmet back to her. The ride back was smooth and fast. The vibrating seat between Elly's legs was causing her some discomfiture. The fluttering in her stomach was growing more pronounced and her heart was beating faster as they neared her home. Her thoughts spun out in a long string of 'what if's' that made her dizzy with delicious uncertainty. She could still feel his warm skin, tight and rough where the scar was, smell his musky scent in the bar. Elly tried to still her mind and held tight while he raced along. Before she knew it they were at her complex and she didn't even remember how they made it to her door. Everything was hazy and she could only hope he would try something, at least a little something. Zoro faced her as her back was to the door, his keys stuffed in a pocket of his jeans. His eyes were half-lidded in the dim light of the lamp above the apartment number. Little moths flickered around, attracted to the light in the otherwise dark corridor as she waved backwards.

"This is me."

"Hmm," he agreed. The night wind ruffled the short green bangs on his forehead.

"You have my number, right? So we can do this again?" Her heart turned over in her chest when he smiled broadly.

"Yeah, if you want."

"I had fun," she whispered.

"So did I." He placed a hand casually on one side of her and she looked up shyly, expecting his kiss. Zoro was almost a couple inches shy of being six foot and she was only five foot four, so he had to bend to meet her lips. He turned his head slightly to one side and kissed her softly, not pushing himself on her or anything. Halfway through the kiss she opened her eyes to see him calmly gazing at her and she blushed harder than she ever had before. He broke away gently but didn't move backwards. "Thanks."

"Zoro...?" Elly raised her hand involuntarily, not knowing what she was going to do but wanting to do it anyway. He glanced down and caught it in his own, raised it to his mouth.

"What." His lips brushed her palm, brow drawing down seriously. He placed her hand over his heart, where she could feel it beating as fast as her own. He didn't get a verbal answer. When Zoro shifted his head again she was standing on her toes to lift her face to his. Their mouths met instantly, this time both of them opening at the same time so they could feel each other's tongues. After awhile his big hands ran over her back to her jean-clad rear, groaning because she felt so good. Their were now firmly attached and the wild kissing was almost continuous. The electricity between them was a palpable thing; every time they touched or kissed anew the wonderful tingling would flare up. Elly was lightly massaging the back of his thick neck and he'd have sworn something like that couldn't feel as good as it did.

"Inside," she gasped between kisses, managing to fumble the key in the lock even while he nibbled at her neck. He could barely wait for them to reach the privacy of her tiny abode before his right hand slipped under her tank top and brushed the smooth skin of her belly. His hand felt like it was on fire; her skin so warm and trembling under his palm. He hoped she wouldn't stop him, he burned so hard he almost hurt with need to feel her. And then she let him cup a breast through the cup of her bra, whispering something under her breath when she did. Sounded like his name.

"Ahhhhh," he panted, growling with desire.  "Haaa... yes." She was under his shirt again and it was better than before. Her hands were cool and danced across his belly, tracing his flat male nipples and lingering when he moaned.

"Here?" She pinched and pulled on the hardened flesh, causing him to choke. No one had ever done that before! He blushed but nodded, wondering if she would let him touch hers, too. His fingers nudged at the lace of her bra, tentative, asking permission. 

"Couch?" He gasped roughly. She nodded.

"Over here..." They spilled onto the tiny thing as one; the springs creaking under their weight. Zoro brushed her hair aside and began sucking on the pale skin below her ear.

"Oh!" Her hands clutched the back of his head. "Oh, my god." He paused but she literally purred, urging him on.

"Good?" His voice was muffled. He pulled back and lapped slowly at the ever-so-slightly stained skin. "You want a mark?"

"Oh, wow, yes," she rushed out in one great breath. "Do it." He chuckled and kissed her, sucking and even nipping when he saw she didn't protest until her moans were almost constant. Her milky skin blushed, then blossomed with color as he gradually bruised her neck. This was far above any collar she could wear to cover it, any necklace. There friends all knew they had a date tonight, so sporting a bright and daring hickey was synonymous to 'hey, we made out'. Zoro growled against her sweaty skin. He throbbed everywhere and he couldn't stop it. This was so fucking hot. He felt Elly's hands on his rear, running over the tight bottom and he coughed with lust. His ass was sensitive and if she dropped lower she would tickle between his legs. He began to pant raggedly, eyes seeking her own. Purple, velvet darkness, they had deepened in color as their petting had grown serious and he saw she wanted him. He suddenly felt protective; he wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let go. Crap, he was getting emotional!

"Hey," he husked. "Beautiful." It was all he could say. His voice trembled as he spoke, however, and it was such an honest, simple thing that she never doubted him. Her lips parted, her eyes shining. Zoro tensed, hitching in air in a great whooshing gasp. Her hand had squirmed through to his front and brushed the crotch of his jeans. He was rock hard, his member demanding attention and that gentle touch was enough to drive him crazy. He hissed and threw his head back, groaning. She went directly where he needed her to go, cupping his package and fondling him with what appeared to be no experience but enough enthusiasm to make up for that. Elly squeezed the firm, warm cloth and he wheezed cutely, squirming and licking at her neck. His mouth was wonderful, the nibbling and kissing sending shocks up and down her spine. His one hand gently hefted her breast, fingers exploring wherever he could.  

"Hey, handsome," she whispered, a faint smile on her lips. All he could think of was the pleasure. It was sweet, sweet release with her hands on his rigid flesh, rubbing him deliciously towards orgasm. Even though he still had his jeans on he was going to come fairly hard. Zoro closed his eyes and hung grimly onto either ends of the tiny couch, moaning and humming, calling her name as he peaked. Everything around him blotted out when he burst, the world ceasing to be for several long, pulsing moments.

"Oh, shit," he muttered when he came to. That was going to be disgusting to clean up, not to mention the fact that he didn't have any spare clothes with him. And she hadn't been taken care of. He raised an eyebrow and touched her belly suggestively.

"You can wash them before you go," she said quietly.

"Sure," he agreed, one finger tickling around her belly button. "But before then..."

"Zoro, wait..."

"No, there - see?"

"Oh. Oh Zoro."

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