Restaurant Date

"Restaurant Date"

orig. 2/08/2007 
note: I think this is the oldest fanfic I've found on my hard drive!

Zoro x Elly *adult

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The restaurant was gorgeous. It was papered in cream and white, with reliefs along the walls and support beams like some Roman cathedral. There was a giant chandelier in the middle of the domed ceiling and gold trim was prevalent. It seemed like a fairy tale.

"I can't believe this, how'd you..." She stopped and placed a hand on the front of her green-sequined dress. The lighting caught her earrings and sparkled almost as brightly as her lavender eyes. Elly was human for the occasion and her pale skin was framed by purple tresses so dark as to look almost black.

"Hmf. I told them we'd be gathering supplies." Roronoa Zoro stepped into the light with her. He was wearing a black shirt, open at the collar with a small chain necklace resting on those powerful chest muscles. He had discarded his haramaki and wore instead a dark green cummerbund with a black jacket over the entire ensemble. His own gold earrings glimmered no less brightly than her silver ones did. The greens of their outfits complemented each other perfectly.

"How can you afford this?"

"Don't ask. Just don't tell that red-haired wench. It's from the money I owe her." Zoro grunted, and his brows knit together. He was clearly vexed. "Keep saving her life with those swords, and she keeps telling me I haven't paid her interest off yet." He shrugged this off quite literally, muscles bunching under his outfit. His hand automatically went to the hilts of his swords as he spoke of them.

"I..."

"Inside." He gestured. "We have a reservation." He faltered a bit, but then placed a hand on her elbow and gently ushered her all the way inside. She looked askance and noticed he was blushing faintly.

"I'm stunned," she murmured.

The maitre d' met them and glanced down at the book of reservations. Zoro bent over and gave the false name he'd used the day before and the man brightened.

"Of course; we've been waiting for you. You're all paid for in advance, I might add. Very good, sir!"

"Can we sit at that table?" Zoro murmured in his rumbling baritone, pointing at the center table, lit with the full glowing light of the chandelier. The man smiled; they'd been assured that these two would be very good advertisements for their establishment and had been saving it for them. And indeed, as they walked slowly over Elly heard folks chatting lightly.

"Who are those people?" A young pair seated at a small booth.

"Oh, such a cute dress." An older woman.

"What a lovely couple!" Here Zoro made a small sound and placed a hand tentatively on her upper back, as to guide her. And so on. They reached their table and the swordsman gently restrained her, first pulling her chair out and gesturing for her to sit before him. Elly's face burned a little with pleasure at being treated like a queen by someone other than Sanji. She sat, slightly embarrassed at all the attention but loving it all the same.

"I don't understand," she said softly, "But I'll let you explain." Zoro almost choked on the water he'd been taking a drink of. He coughed, pointed apologetically at his throat and was abruptly saved by the waiter who showed up to serve them drinks. She smiled at him as he poured her wine. "Sake?" She sniffed delicately.

"I made sure to check that it was good," he stuttered. Though his voice showed signs of nervousness, this time when she looked over his gaze was calm and direct. She noticed something she hadn't thought to see in those dark eyes, and her own widened in amazement. He swallowed visibly then, and she smiled at him.

"I must be crazy," she said, laughing a little. "For a minute... nevermind. Cheers." He nodded, echoed her, and they drank. After a few glasses they were much more relaxed. Their eyes kept meeting more often, and Zoro found himself blushing less. After their salads had been cleared away his stammering stopped and he began to talk in a normal tone of voice, though lower than usual. Elly was finding it harder and harder to believe that the big man in front of her was taking her on what appeared to be a date. A very well thought out, prepared and expensive date at that. The proof was right before her and she couldn't deny it. She did, however, keep trying to find reasons why he might have done this.

"No one put you up to this?"

"No," Zoro denied vehemently. "The perverted cook wouldn't let me live it down if he knew. We'd have had to fight." He grumped slightly over this. "Thinks he owns all girls."

"Whaaaat?"

"Bah." Zoro reached over and placed a large, warm hand on her upper arm. "If that asshole knew I wanted to take you out..." He paused, his eyes growing large. Elly smiled and laid a hand over his.

"Did that really hurt so much to admit that? I wasn't sure, you know."

"Uh." Zoro looked around desperately. He took a deep breath, gathering courage, and then looked right into her eyes again. "All right. That's why we snuck out."

"Because you didn't want the others to see us going out on a date?"

"Yeah," Zoro grumbled. This time he sounded more like himself. He didn't remove his hand out from under hers, however. He snorted. "The others."

"You're right." She laughed at the image of their oddly-assorted party singing at them and pantomiming what would happen, complete with imitations of them both. The big man rumbled softly, and she was astounded when she realized it was a chuckle. He'd shared a laugh with her. Zoro grinned suddenly and removed his hand from under hers.

"Dinner." He gestured.

"Salmon stew? I love this!" The waiter grinned broadly at the pair and then set their bowls down. They ate slowly, chatting seldom but thinking about each other. Zoro cleared his throat a little after some time and pointed abashedly at her mouth.

"You, ah, let me get that." He reached over and swiped a careful thumb over the corner of her mouth. He held it there a moment too long and they both blushed furiously. Dropping his hand, he smiled nervously and commented on the food.

"It is good. Maybe not as good as..." Elly noticed his face cloud over a bit. Not at the statement, for she saw he thought so too. No, it was the thought of the other man's name. She immediately put her hand up to her face, shaking her head. "Zoro. It's better because I'm here."

"Eh?" Zoro placed a hand on the nape of his neck and scowled, embarrassed. "Stupid cat."

"What is it with you two, anyway?"

"Don't know," Zoro grunted. "He gets on my nerves."

"And stop calling me cat!" She squeezed her eyes shut, smiling wryly. "I mean, it's not even a nice name..."

"Ch', silly woman. Would you rather me say little cat?" He rumbled, amused. The the startled look on Elly's face and her blush made him realize he was onto something.

"Wha..."

"Kitten?" He grinned widely as he watched her blink several times. Oh, there was something, all right. Hadn't that dumbass cook babbled something once about how women loved getting called silly names like that?

The waiter came back, ostensibly to clear away their dishes.

"Excuse me." Zoro gestured and the man bent close to him. Elly didn't hear what he said, but the man's gaze flicked to her and then back to her perplexing date rather appreciatively. He nodded and bowed low before leaving.

"What did you say to him?" She nudged the swordsman, who grinned but said nothing. When she reached over and poked him jokingly in the side he grasped her hand in his, pulling her closer. Several people around them smiled faintly before going back to their own meals. Elly found herself catching her breath as he pulled her hand up to his face.

"Told him to bring dessert to us." He placed his hand on her cheek, staring intently into those purple eyes. His tanned features now burned a furious dark red over the bridge of his nose.

"Bring the dessert out?" It was her turn to stutter feebly.

 Zoro shook his head. "No. To us." And with that he stood, taking her hand in his again and leading her back from the table. She felt his hand shaking and looked up, puzzled.

"Zoro, what..."

"Back room," he murmured quietly. He looked terrified now. As Elly finally grasped what he meant, her throat closed in on itself in a silent gasp. He didn't mean the beaded curtain room, did he? She drew closer to him, all the while staring up at his sweating, nervous face. Those little green strands of hair that always fell over his forehead trembled as he waited for her say something.

"Ah..." Elly couldn't think. Her ears twitched and she was sporting rosy red cheeks amidst an otherwise pale face. Zoro shrugged and scooped her up in one quick motion, extra careful to make sure her tail didn't swipe the table and knock anything off. He walked back to the dimly lit beaded curtain in the back of the elegantly furnished dining room. He walked quickly along the narrow hallway. It was also beautiful, lit by candles in sconces along the walls with old paintings lining the passage. Neither of them really noticed until they reached the next to the last door. He set her down and produced a very old-looking key.

"Here." The door was open with one quick turn of the key in the lock. The pale young woman was gently ushered in and the door closed behind them before she even had time to open her mouth. She gasped when she looked around her. The room was lit by candles, and a lot of them at that. They were the only light source lining small tables and sconces like the ones outside, and the air was perfumed delicately with a faint musky aroma. Red roses were strewn about from the doorway to the bed, which was large and set in the middle of the room. Petals seemed to be showered across the shining silk covers in abundance.

"What do you want, Zoro?" She finally ventured quietly when she had gathered her wits about her. The sequins of her dress glittered in the romantic candlelight and her eyes were very dark. The big man turned away, blushing. She touched the side of his neck and felt the muscles twitch in response.

"You," he blurted at last. He faced her and pulled her into a fierce embrace. "You, damn it, cat!" He swore violently and suddenly there were hands caressing her everywhere; touching, stroking, kneading, gripping. She gasped in shock and swayed dangerously in his arms.

"Whoa!"

"Damn you," he growled. "Should be thinking about weight training and fighting. Not this." His mouth hovered near hers and she stayed very still, staring into his dark eyes.

"This?"

"You!" He almost shouted it. Next thing she knew he was kissing her, lacking in expertise but making up for everything with enthusiasm. She drew back a little in shock when he bit her lower lip. Zoro's face was guilty.

"Did I hurt you?"

"You can't hurt me," she assured him.

"Sure?" He swallowed nervously.

"Yes. I'm sure. And even if you did I'd still love it, and you, too." She watched his eyes widen and his blush deepen to an alarming shade. He choked.

"Kitten," Zoro murmured softly under his breath. He picked her up and placed her on the bed that was the main focus of the entire room. Oh, the staff knew what went on back here. And soon dessert would be delivered by a discreet knock but he wanted something else sweet first. He carefully placed a hand on either side of her on the bed. The petals were getting crushed, their fragrance wafting around them. Zoro slowly brought his knees up and around, straddling her prone form yet giving her time to stop him if she wanted. He groaned when he felt a small pair of arms encircle his neck, sliding caressingly and causing him to shiver a little. Elly watched him calmly. She felt that she understood what was happening; he wanted her but didn't want to seem weak. How could you not seem weak when you would be soon be feeling things that caused your heart to flutter and your muscles to go limp? She supposed even the mighty Roronoa Zoro would eventually gasp or beg for attention in some way, and he knew this. Thus the struggle he was going through now. His pride was too much.

She smiled and slid a hand down, gently stroking his pristine back. He had lots of scars, but she knew one place where there wouldn't be any. She thought she might know another, too. Her hands slipped down further and she paused, savoring the moment, before gliding her palms across his rear. Zoro hissed between his teeth and jerked forward. All he could think of was that if she moved lower he'd lose it, he wouldn't be able to control himself any longer. He wanted her to see him as strong as he always was, not some gooey pile of crap like that idiot chef. Elly's fingers stroked downwards, ticklishly. Zoro snorted laughter and fought back by reaching around to grip her wrists in two big hands. She grinned at him and he suddenly bent forwards and kissed her shockingly hard on the mouth. His tongue swiped at hers roughly.

"Yes!" Ah, encouragement. That's what he wanted, to hear her moan and gasp. He drew back and nibbled her lower lip before pressing forward, letting her feel his arousal through his thin slacks. Elly whimpered, shuddering deliciously and struggling to be let free. Zoro thought about this, then grunted shortly, denying her. After several more kisses, though, he seemed to relent.

"Stay still?" His eyebrow raised as he looked down at her sternly.

"Mm hm," She murmured. Then, louder, "Yes, Zoro. I promise." The big man swallowed incredulously. He had no idea how arousing it would be if she gave in to him. She was allowing him to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Anything he wanted. He plunged a hand through his own hair, scrubbing it and trying to knock some sense back into himself.

Elly sighed and fought with the desire to arch her back against the strong young man resting against her. He slowly placed her hands on the bed again and she turned her head to one side on the pillow, breathing hard. Zoro took a deep breath and gently stroked a lock of purple hair away before kissing the exposed skin. She trembled and he struggled to remain in control of his passion. The urge to bite and kiss too hard - to break the tender flesh beneath his lips was almost too much. And yet he didn't want to hurt her. This he whispered against her neck as he slowly lapped, tasting her and pondering how to best satiate this wild need. He settled on lightly gripping a small section of skin in his teeth and sucking, pressing himself down on her as much as he dared and growling playfully. The skin flushed, grew bright red under his attentions and then a shade darker. Elly was moaning softly when she felt a sting and made a small shocked noise. It sounded like a mew and it caught Zoro's attention immediately. He drew back, panting, licking his lips and tasting a faint metallic flavor.

Oh.

Oh shit.

"Hey, kitten," he whispered mournfully. One big hand reached out to gently pull her head around to face his again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." He kissed the light speckling of blood away from her neck, ashamed that he'd caused it but liking the flavor. Sweet. When she'd battled alongside him he'd always wanted to soothe her wounds with his tongue, lap the precious fluid away and cradle her in his arms. But how dare he make her bleed himself. He was always furious at enemies that caused her pain, but hadn't he just done it? Zoro apologized again. Then he kissed her forehead. He slowly mouthed everywhere he could reach, covering her face and neck until she murmured something.

"It's okay."

"Hurt you..."

"No."

"What - what will happen if I try to..." He fumbled for some way to explain what he was afraid of. He swore again. 'Best in the world' indeed. He blushed anew at the comparison he'd just thought of. Oh, hell. "I wanted that."

"It's all right, big guy," she whispered. "Really." Her hand slowly reached up and caught the lapel of his suitjacket. "I'm fine, it's just a mark."

Both of them jumped at a soft knocking on the door.

"Oh," he gasped lamely. Then he remembered. "Dessert."

"What could you possibly have gotten?" Leaning up on her elbow, she watched him leap nimbly off the bed and walk to the door. She loved watching him from behind as well as in the front. This man was simply gorgeous and she thought this night never would have happened in her wildest dreams. Strong, trustworthy and courageous he meant to have her. She marvelled at this but only momentarily, for then he turned around. He held in his hands a silver tray wrought with intricate designs. In the middle was a champagne bucket and lining the platter were wildflowers and small fruits. A tiny bowl sat in each corner as well. Elly could only watch, for her voice had failed her. Zoro cracked the champagne in a single motion, swearing softly at the foam which ran down the side. She smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek where it had been tickling her. He then poured two glasses and set them down on the end table beside the bed.

Her heart started to beat faster as he struggled his powerful shoulders out of his suitjacket. His shirt got pulled out of his pants, his cummerbund yanked off. And there he stood, naked to the waist with his smooth, muscular chest gleaming tan in the golden light. Her hands balled into fists and clenched the sheets tight when he took a small cherry off the platter and considered it. His face was unreadable; expressionless. He finally turned a little to her and raised an eyebrow.

Zoro slowly placed the stem of the tiny fruit in his mouth and crawled back onto the bed. Eyes wide, Elly placed one hand on her heart, trying to still its wild beating. He stopped directly before her and bent down until she lowered herself to the sheets. Now he was looming above her again, eyes half-lidded and lazy with slow, certain desire. When he spoke it was in a suggestive husk.

"Want this?" He asked, casting his eyes to the side. His teeth were clearly visible as he held the stem between them, she noticed in a dazed sort of way. And still she couldn't speak. Licking her dry lips she swallowed nervously and also glanced away for a moment.

"Give it to me," she purred at last. Zoro hissed with enthusiasm and craned his neck towards her, finally reaching her mouth. He waited until she had parted her lips then dangled it inside. It was all he could do to keep from pressing himself against her as he watched her slowly chew the fruit.

He coated the next piece in the chocolate glaze they had sent. This caused some small amount of mess but he eagerly lapped up the tiny smears and drips of sweet confection from her throat and lips, enjoying the taste and feel of her beneath him. Elly was in a state of constant erotic confusion; he never let her rest enough before the next gentle nudge or kiss. He licked and teased and fed her the fruit, eating some parts of it directly from her mouth as well. His body was pressed against her, his heart beating as strongly as hers under his warm naked chest. The next to last bit on the tray was a cherry again, and he stared thoughtfully at it for a moment.

"Kitten," he murmured.

"Hm?"

"Really want this?" He held the red shiny berry out. She cocked her head to one side and he slowly licked it, lips almost kissing the fruit he held. Her lavender eyes darkened noticeably and he heard her quick, rushing intake of air. Zoro let his tongue loll out as he panted. He steeled himself and plunged on. "My cherry?" He couldn't be more specific than that, she must know what he meant. Elly did. She cried out, shocked that the man they all had thought of as reserved and not interested in ladies could be so sly and sexy. He almost lost it then; the sound was choked with desire so thick it was a guttural cough of lust, more catlike than human.

"Please!" Her hands reached for him. "Please Zoro, love," she begged. "No more teasing."

"What did you call me?" He was beyond panting now and he towered over her, all sleek and rippling with tense need. She felt like as if a bigger cat were eyeing her, sizing her up.

"Love," she answered. "Zoro, make love to me."

"Yes!" That shout could probably have been heard in the dining hall, she thought wonderingly. They were almost grappling with each other now, panting and thrusting and kissing. Zoro grew impatient with her dress very quickly and she had to sit up to unsnap the back so he could slide it off.

"Easy," she whispered.

"Mnf." He grunted at this and tossed it away from them. Her bra and panties matched the dress. She had chosen well, it seemed, for the sight of her clad in the green undergarments inflamed him even more. The man she'd wanted for so long buried his face between her breasts, inhaling her secret scent and kissing everywhere as he undressed her further. Her hands clutched the back of his head, feeling the fuzzy green hair as his head bobbed against her. When she clawed at his back it was slick with clean sweat caused from his exertions. He was straining, and she knew it.

"I can't wait," she groaned. Her lower belly almost hurt with need. She needed to be filled down there. She was overly sensitive and it felt good but tight, too plump, swollen. She wanted Zoro to break that feeling and shatter it, to thrust and take and give. The swordsman's reaction was nothing less than she imagined; he literally tore his pants off. This, of course, from the man that had tried to cut his own feet off to escape a situation where they had been firmly glued inside wax. She expected it but was still surprised at his tenderness, his touch. He kissed her again and mouthed words softly against her. Elly somehow heard them without hearing them; she knew what he was asking. Kissing him back, she reached down and touched herself on a certain spot.

"There?"

"Here." She sighed when his finger joined hers.

"There," he gasped. And then his hand was guiding something else to her body, something large and hot and stiff. He paused before he entered her and touched her face with one hand.

"Zoro?"

"Okay?" So concerned. She almost cried but thought he might take it the wrong way. Instead, she nodded.

"Make love to me just like you love me?" she added in a low tone. "Can you do that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't want to hurt you," he grinned.

Moy Mell 2: The Doki Doki Crane

"Moy Mell, 2: The Doki Doki Crane"

orig. 10/25/2017

Zoro, Sanji, Elly, Shaggy, Piccolo, Vegeta, Samurai Jack  - PG

Original Concept, mixed fandoms

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No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come up with a way to get out of the predicament he was in. Shaggy frowned harder, scratching his dirty-blond hair as he paced back and forth in the apartment he and his friend shared.

"Roo rost rair and ruare," the giggling voice called out from the kitchen. Well, what with the growling accent his speech came out a bit different than most people. But Shaggy understood - 'you lost fair and square' -- and indeed he had.

"Aw, c'mon, Scooby," he groaned. "The guy that's doin' this is probably not gonna like it if I catch him at it!"

Scooby managed to shrug, somehow a more amazing feat from a great dane than his speech capability. He bit into half of the huge sandwich he'd brought in, crumbs spilling onto the table and rolling onto the floor. "Roo rost."

"I know, I know." The tall young man sighed bitterly. "I'll do it. If anybody comes after me, though, I'm outta there!" He sighed. "I'm going to the pool. They'll need it cleaned after, and Sanji set up a spread. You can, like, have the rest of the leftovers," he called out as he left.

Poolside at the mansion everything was as the lanky man had told his friend. Sanji had set up a small table where they could make their own sandwiches. This enabled him to join in the fun as well, and he was having the time of his life watching Elly in her bathing suit. She had on a modest one piece but he acted for all the world like it was a string bikini, flouncing about and blushing violently when she bent over.

Elly loaded two thick slices of bread up with various meats. "This was a great idea, Sanji," she exclaimed as she tried to top things off with a piece of cheese. The meat had been stacked a little too high and she chuckled sheepishly at herself. "I guess I was a little hungrier than I thought, though. Sandwiches bring out the beast in me." The few guys gathered around laughed at this, a couple eyeing her tail pointedly. Sanji thrilled to her praise, but glared at some of the other guys for daring to look in the general direction of her rear. The large, green alien seated by the side of the pool glared back.

"Ch'," he grumbled softly in annoyance. The rest just ignored the fuming blond man and went about their business. Zoro was laying on a beach chair beside her seat, snoring lightly and caring less what his rival did or said. He only cracked an eyelid when she sat beside him to make sure everything was alright.

"Ugh, like, I know, okay? You don't have to keep reminding me." Shaggy was off to one side with a bigger sandwich than what she had managed to construct. He had it in one hand and a phone in the other, which he angrily tossed onto the table after hanging up.

"Trouble? Oh, how did the bet go?" She giggled faintly at the sour expression he pulled.

"He called to remind me I lost," he grumped. "Again."

"I thought it might be that. What was it for, anyway?" She turned her lunch this way and that. She made a face and gave up, deciding to dismantle the sub for easier consumption.

"The doki doki crane," he sighed. Zoro's head jerked up, but he didn't speak. He frowned as the young man went on, "I'm supposed to watch it all night to find the guy that's been taking all the good prizes out."

"Is that still happening?" She asked with some surprise. "Sanji turned in a kiss plush the other day." The moment she mentioned this he nearly dropped his plate.

"It was wonderful..."

"Cut it out, pervert," Zoro snarled.

"Jealous."

"Am not!"

"Yeah..." Shaggy scratched the scruff on his chin thoughtfully. "The guy usually takes all the kiss and date ones. He leaves the hugs and little stuff."

"I have refilled that a few times now," she murmured thoughtfully, chewing on a hefty chunk of bread. "And no one's recorded or claimed a lot of them."

"What the hell is that stupid thing for, anyway?" The green-haired man rolled over on his side, away from the cook, who was sticking his tongue out at him. "You trade in stuffed crap for favors from you? The fuck. I always thought it was a bad idea."

"And that's why most of the guys suspect you," Sanji said calmly. He sat on Elly's other side and lifted a drink to his lips. Zoro glared at him but said nothing. After he took a sip, he continued, setting the glass down to tick things off on his fingers. "You live in the house, so you have access. You act like you hate the thing. And you'd probably have the dexterity to be really good at it."

"Idiots."

"Not really," Shaggy demurred quietly. He was quite afraid of the huge man and kept his distance as he spoke. "Like, we even suspected Sanji for awhile 'cause of the same reasons. But he turns some in."

"He does indeed," Elly said, and rolled her eyes. "I never hear the end of it!"

"So we figured it wasn't him. Zoro, though..." he shrugged.

"Ha!" Everyone looked up to see that Piccolo had joined them. The alien smirked at Zoro knowingly. "Don't make me laugh. He's the only one in this damned complex that doesn't fall all over her."

"We all like Elly," Sanji conceded.

Zoro's face had turned red. "Not all in that way!" They continued arguing for a while, no one noticing that Elly had got up and left right away - even her bodyguard. She took the elevator down to her rooms and flopped onto the bed, suddenly tired.


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Later on that night Shaggy went up the elevator in the mansion to the second floor, walking directly out into the gaming area. He cocked his head, listening, and his eyes widened. Someone was already in the room with the crane! Carefully tiptoeing up to the door he opened it a crack and peeked inside. At the far end of the long room a familiar bulking shape was swearing under his breath. He suddenly hissed in surprise as the chute dropped out a plush bear.

"Shit!" He held it up and stared at it, sighing. Then he tucked it into his clothing and turned to leave. Shaggy flattened his back around the other side of the door. His heart was beating fast, too fast - the big guy was very strong, usually very angry ...and now he was also very suspect. He had to be the one. As the door opened he pounced.

"Ha!"

"What?!" Piccolo spun about, blinking when he recognized him. "Oh. It's you."

"You'd better come with me," Shaggy told him.

"Why the hell do I have to do that?" But although he protested, he followed him back to the dorm. Scooby and one man were sitting right there in the main common room. The big dog leaped on his friend excitedly when he saw he was coming back. The other man wasn't as thrilled. He glanced up in annoyance and when he saw who it was, his dark eyes narrowed.

"The namekian and the skinny guy. Great. Why the hell are you here?"

"He got a prize and didn't record it." Shaggy fidgeted nervously. He didn't like this, but a bet was a bet and the facts were there. The man in the chair leaped to his feet, eyes bulging.

"You sonofabitch!" His harsh voice rang out, causing a man in a nearby room to poke his head in curiously. "It was you?"

Piccolo slapped a big green hand to his face. "It's not me, Vegeta."

"The fuck it isn't." The smaller man was stalking around him, sparks crackling about his body as his fury caused his energy to leak out. He waved the other man closer. "Get in here, moron! The beanpole caught the thief!"

"Hey..." Shaggy looked mildly hurt. Scooby growled a little but knew better than to press his luck.

"I'm not the one." Piccolo gnashed his teeth together as all three approached him.

Shaggy shrugged. "Like, it doesn't have to be him. He just didn't turn in a win."

"What did he get?"

"Uh." Piccolo looked embarrassed as he held up one of the colored bears. The embroidery on the heart was a pair of lips.

"You didn't record a kiss prize?!"

"Why not?" Shaggy was just as stunned. The only man not shocked at this turn of events was the last. He stood silently, hands inside his kimono with a pensive expression and Shaggy turned to him. "Hey, man, what do you think of all this?"

He frowned a bit. "My name is Jack," he said calmly. "Not 'man'."

"Geez, all right, I forgot you're such a straight."

"A what?"

"He's got to be guilty," he gave up and turned back to the fuming Vegeta.

"Damn it, I'm not the guy! I just won this thing and didn't turn them in! Besides, stupid, I knew you were going to be there. I heard, remember? I just..." He trailed off, face blushing even harder. "It reminded me and I wanted to try again. That's all. Didn't think I'd win."

"But you did." A vein had started to throb in Vegeta's forehead. "That's exactly the guy we're looking for!"

"You idiots!" Piccolo balled his fists in rage and yelled so powerfully the guys around him jumped back, shocked. "I only got one kiss prize! And that's why I didn't turn it in!"

"What the hell has that got to do with it?" Vegeta growled angrily. He grabbed the front of the Namekian's clothing and lifted him in the air. "Who wouldn't record that? That only makes you more guilty!"

"No, no it doesn't," Shaggy groaned.

"Who wouldn't want one of those?" The saiyan repeated, then realized what he was implying and snorted, annoyed. "I could care less, but everyone else wants those."

"You're too obvious." Scooby looked up at his friend and chuckled at his insight.

"You want me to turn you into meat, dog?!"

"I believe I understand," Jack murmured, quietly stepping into the fray. He had been watching the big alien carefully and more importantly, his teeth when he'd made that last comment. Piccolo jerked his head about to glare at him, his jaw thrust out defiantly despite the purple blush staining his cheeks. "You are afraid your fangs would hurt her. Am I correct?" Piccolo looked away, his blush spreading.

"Seriously?" Vegeta's eyes widened. He let Piccolo go and burst into laughter, stumbling into a nearby chair.

"Shut up!" Piccolo snarled.

Vegeta just laughed harder, waving his hand in the air. "You - you fucking ...moron," he choked out.

"She has fangs, too, does she not?" Jack asked the suspected man quietly.

"Yeah. So what?"

"I doubt that you would hurt her."

"Of course he wouldn't!" Vegeta pointed at Piccolo. "Idiot, some of the guys have fangs that have turned them in before." He paused, then muttered angrily, "The ones that have been able to get the damned things."

"I only got one, you know." Vegeta's eyes narrowed at this. "Let me guess - you've never gotten one."

"Be quiet!"

"It's much later at night," Shaggy pointed out. "Maybe we should check the crane again."

"Good idea. If it is not full, we certainly have the wrong man." Jack led the way with the rest following.

A quarter of an hour later they were all looking crestfallen as they stared into the nearly empty machine. Shaggy apologized and Piccolo shrugged it off.

"Am I cleared, then?" He glared at Vegeta, who swore under his breath and turned away, arms folded on his chest.

"Yes. I am glad it was not you." Jack smiled briefly.

"Hnf." The green-skinned man raised an eyebrow and suddenly grinned. "I'll record it now." He shoved the bear up to the screen on the side and it snapped a quick photo.

"What's all the fuss about?" They all spun around at hearing the familiar voice. Elly stood there, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Oh. The crane." She flicked her ears at them and sighed. "Sometimes I do wonder if that was such a great idea."

"It's fine," Piccolo told her firmly. Then he held his win out and smirked sideways at Vegeta. "Can I turn this in now?" Vegeta punched his own leg in fury and abruptly stalked off with the others following.

"Mm." Elly took it and smiled, blushing lightly. "Okay, if you want." She handed it back to him.

"How do I, uh...?"

"You keep that and I - ah, here," she pointed. They stood in front of the same screen he had recorded his wins on. "It gets recorded one more time..." She murmured half to herself, tapping on the keypad to file the fact that he'd turned it in to the database. "Done."

"Not quite." He reached out and gently placed his hand along her cheek, tilting her face to meet his.

"Right now?"

"Right now," he agreed, and covered her mouth with his, carefully wrapping his strong arms around her as he did so. It was soft and brief, but her lips tingled when they parted.

"Oh, my." She coughed, her ears jutting out crazily in different directions. "I think the crane is a good idea."

"Good." Piccolo chuckled at her, affectionately patting the top of her head.

Gentle Cook

"Gentle Cook"

orig. 6/18/2013

One Piece - Elly x Sanji , adult

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Sanji tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt with a smile. He'd purchased it on one of their forays into the  latest seaside town they had docked at. It was a deep, dark blue and it set off his golden hair beautifully, making his blue eyes seem almost black. He had found it in the most extraordinary place - a culinary shop that sold outerwear as well as pots, pans and kitchen implements. The lettering across the front of his lean chest read "Gentle Cook".

"Perfect. Wail 'til the girls see this." As if he had called her, Elly peered around the corner of his room. Her nose wrinkled when she saw the shirt.

"Sanji? Are you wearing casual clothing?" She flicked her furry ears in shock. The chef usually wore a suit jacket, slacks and a tie. Now he wore a t-shirt and was even wearing jeans! This startled her enough to forget one of the unspoken rules the girls agreed on: never walk alone into Sanji's bedroom. "What's that say anyway?" She walked closer and he grinned, staying farther back so she would have to enter all the way. The door closed behind her and they were completely, blissfully alone. He started to blush and had to hold himself tightly in check; the wiggling and hearts-for-eyes gave him away every time. Sanji wasn't a fool. He was just highly emotional when it came to pretty ladies. He would be careful this time.

"I bought it at that shop we visited yesterday." He tugged it straight so she could better read. When she saw what it said she snorted laughter.

"Ha." She shook her head in resignation.

"What?" He placed a hand over his heart. "You doubt this? Even after knowing me for all these months?"

"I'm just glad it didn't say something else." She squinted. "You know, if you sit down or hunch over just the right way it looks like it says..." Sanji gasped right about when she opened her mouth on the last word. He couldn't believe his ears but he rushed forward, placing a smooth hand marred only slightly with knife cuts over her lips.

"Angel! You shouldn't say something like that!" His eye widened and he snatched his hand back with an alarmed exclamation. She had licked his palm.

"Don't do that," she growled in warning. "Besides, I'll say what I like."

"But ladies don't do that sort of thing!" She rolled her eyes dramatically when he spoke. 

"So it's ladylike to do this?" She leaned forward, hunching her shoulders together so that her cleavage bulged dangerously up and almost out. Hooking a finger in her tank top she pulled it down, exposing even more of the milky white skin of her breasts. She waited until he gurgled and fell down, then pointed her finger at him imperiously. "Now do things for me."

"Wh - what?"

"Just impersonating your favorite whore." Elly shrugged and turned around to walk out. "Saying 'cock' doesn't make me less a lady than randomly exposing my body to every guy that might do something for me or give me money." She tossed this casually over her shoulder and his expression grew more and more incredulous. His face had rushed from red to blue in shock and his visible eye was giant. He was also twitching. Elly's hand twisted the knob and opened the door when a shoe came sailing from out of nowhere to slam against it, closing it again.

"Hey!" Sanji called weakly. She turned around, frowning. He was still sitting sprawled out on the floor, sans shoe of course.

"You idiot! Why did you do that?!"

"Eh?" He shook his head as if to clear it. Someone talking trash about the woman he'd placed on a pedestal from the first day he had seen her? He'd kick a man into the ground if someone said what she had. But this was another woman and worse yet, one he was sailing with! The conundrum left him in a state of near despair. For once he didn't know how to handle himself. He sat there with an almost childish mix of bafflement on his pale features.

"You dumbass! Why would you throw a shoe?" She picked it up and threw it back at him. He stared dumbly at it and didn't duck. Her aim was slightly off - she didn't throw well -- and good thing, because as it was it clipped the side of his face. Sanji's head snapped back, blood flying from the side of his mouth. The pain angered him and, doubly dazed, he flipped to his feet, whipping his shoe-clad foot around. He intended to slam it into whatever guy was dumb enough to attack him. Elly blinked and leaped up at the wall as he kicked, changing form and digging four paws full of claws into the ceiling.  "Don't give me another reason to slap the shit out of you!" She snarled angrily, safely suspended above the confused cook.

"Oh, shit," he panted. "Did I hit you?"

"You tried to kick me!" Her too-light eyes seemed to burn in her rage.

He apologized dramatically.

She hissed at him.

He got down on his knees and apologized again. He seemed frightened, unsure. Elly slowly crawled down and landed before him with a thump. She shook herself briskly back into human form and stood before him with flashing eyes. She would have yelled at him again but he looked up at her.

"I'm sorry," he said simply, sincerely. She sat down suddenly, all the strength gone out of her legs.

"All right." Tired. She was so tired. Dealing with the man was like having relations with a whirlwind. There was a lot of noise and fuss and you tried to avoid being thrown around. In the end of course, the whirlwind always won. She thrust her lower lip out, pouting. "I'm sorry too."

"You don't have to be." He started to get up but she saw his face and winced.

"Crap. Did I do that?" She reached out and touched the smear of blood. "We should get Chopper."

"I'm all right." He jerked forwards sharply as her fingers caressed the side of his cheek, sliding under his chin and ruffling the fuzz there. Sanji gulped and started to sweat. "Ah..." He tried to move but couldn't; he wanted to warn her, but of what? Elly was doing this to him, not the other way around. It was just that she didn't seem aware. He got the feeling this was a desire she'd been trying to hide.

"Eh!" She suddenly snatched her hand away and thrust it against her other. The two clutched at each other in anxiety, wringing and twisting. "I'll just leave." She hurried to do just that but his hand caught her own as she placed it on the doorknob again. He was standing directly behind her, smelling of smoke and cologne, warm and softly breathing with his chest touching her back.

"Stay," he whispered.

"I can't."

"Please stay."

"No." She hung her head and clenched her teeth together. When she spoke again it was a push of air, forced. Tormented. "Can't."

"No one ever stays," he commented sadly. "Like you said." He stepped back to let her leave but she turned around and set her back to the door.

"What 'like I said'?"

"Ah, Angel." He dug around in his jeans pocket and rescued a cigarette. The other long-fingered hand produced a match from someplace and he lit the smoke with an ease born out of practice. His curled eyebrow raised, he dragged deeply. "I look, they seem to promise, but I don't get any love." He blew smoke out  when she snorted in disgust.

"I'm not an angel. And of course you don't," she said in a long-suffering tone. "Women like the one you want? Please."

"How do you know what I want?" He asked.

"Nami." She waved a hand in the general direction of the orange-haired girl's quarters. "You could pay her precious money and she'd still spit in your eye." He put a hand to his head, scrubbing at his cheek. His wave of golden hair shone in the cabin's bright light as it shifted under his touch.

"Um."

"I know. I'm not a very nice lady." She stood tall, defiant. "But I'm not like her. I won't tease you." She walked firmly towards him, sandals slapping on the wooden deck. Sanji took a step backwards but she reached out and grasped the back of his neck, pulling him towards her with minimal effort. He seemed taken aback at the change in events, bewildered again and unsure.

"Angel?" He asked uncertainly. His hand with the cigarette lay flat on her shoulder blades. Smoke curled lazily up in the still air. She tugged closer.

"Be gentle," she whispered mockingly before their lips met. Sanji's eye shot open. The unbelievable had happened. He responded out of instinct more than anything right away, his mouth opening and probing cautiously for a deeper kiss. Her body rested lightly against his, breasts brushing against his chest through the new shirt. He spoke her name one more time when she flicked her tongue on his swollen lip, licking the few drops of blood away.

"Is this why," he breathed, "You hate N- Nami?" He carefully avoided using the cutesy name he called her, dropping any affectionate add-ons and trying to sound impartial.

"Pffff." Her eyes reproached him. "I dislike any female that acts the way she does."

"I just thought..."

"That I was smitten with jealousy because you want her and not me?" Elly looked off to the side. "Give me strength," she gritted out. Sanji held up a hand in supplication.

"Oi, love, I didn't mean it that way."

"It's because it's not true," she said. Her leg rose and rubbed against his, her lower body bumping on him. All the air in his body rushed out of his lungs and all the blood raced into his groin. He was suddenly, shockingly, hard - and all at once. It had been creeping up on him while they kissed but this was almost painful. The blond cook groaned loudly. "You do want me."

"Ah," he choked. Her hand was touching him. Sanji crushed the cigarette out in his palm as his hands spasmed. The woman before him was deliberately unbuckling his belt. One hand was cupping him. Her hand - rubbing him -- on the bulge of his erection. He twisted and coughed, face burning, eyes tearing. The only thing keeping him from falling backwards was the massive strength his legs possessed. They had locked tight the minute he had begun wobbling in the slightest fashion.

"Be still," she murmured, sliding his belt free. "I waited too long for this."

"Waited?" Damn it! He felt like such an idiot. Every time he tried to come up with something to say to romance her he could only parrot back the last thing she said. Of course he was going to be completely speechless all too soon and he knew it. Sanji placed a hand on her shoulder and with a massive effort spoke quietly in a calmer voice. "The bed," he husked.

"Hmm." Agreement. Thank goodness, he thought, relieved. This gave him time to shake down his jeans and try to gather up some semblance of dignity as she pulled back the gray bolster. She giggled when she saw the sheets: pink with little pandas on them. Doskoi Panda. She knew he'd have to have designer everything. While she was chuckling over his taste in bedding he crept up behind her. Sanji grinned and kissed her neck, reaching around to lightly hold her waist in two very capable hands. The hands crept up her rib cage and then to the swell of her breasts, hefting and then tracing careful fingertips up the sides. She shivered.

"Yes?" He kissed her again, lingering over her skin. It had a drowsy, sweet scent and he inhaled deeply, his palms brushing across hardened nipples.

"Oh, that's nice."

"It gets nicer," he purred.

"I'll bet." Their light banter eased the seriousness of what they were doing. Elly let Sanji nudge her onto the bed but when he would have laid on top of her she placed a hand on the crotch of his boxers. His body stiffened and he flopped back onto a pillow instead.

"If you really want that," he ground out, "take it." He reached down and pulled the underwear down, freeing his aching penis from the silky prison. The cooler air washed over his sweaty flesh and he closed his eyes. She didn't speak but he felt her touch. At last her palm closed around him and squeezed once, lightly. Sanji shivered. He reached out for her as she snuggled beside him and stroked her hair. He called her darling, sweetheart, lover and more as she pleasured him, touching him delicately in ways he had only dreamed of. His shirt had ridden up and she smiled and sat up so she could caress his chest under the thin cotton. The young man was so smooth. His groin was only brushed with a light dusting of golden curls but his legs were thick with stubble, darker than his hair and pubic area.

"Saa~nji," she called in a soft, lilting voice.

"Hmm!" His abdomen twitched when her hand trailed away and he looked up at her.

"Just wanted you to look at me." She flashed him a wide grin and rubbed the lubricating moisture from his member's swollen head around his full length. He choked on whatever he'd been about to say.

"Hunh!" Such cute noises he made, she marveled at his pants and groans. Carefully, she massaged the tender flesh directly above his tightly drawn balls and his hands shot out to clutch the bed sheets. Elly purred, her eyes their deepest, darkest shade of purple and her lips curled in a sweet little smile as she stroked the slender blond man. Her fingers slipped back to Sanji's tip and encircled it, tugging lightly. His cry was desperate, torn hoarsely from his throat as he twisted the cloth he held in his hands. His face and upper body were flushed and his entire body was breaking out in a light sheen of sweat. His efforts to hold back grew more violent as she ignored him, continuing to tickle and tease his rigid erection.

"Don't make me come yet!" He groaned and tossed his head back and forth on the pillow. "I want to make love to you, ah!" He yelped a sharp cry of protest when she leaned forward and licked him gently. Elly chuckled wickedly, her breathing harsh sounding, even to her own ears. The tension in her lower body was unbelievable. Even if she wanted to torment him more she couldn't wait. Sanji watched her quickly strip, pulling off her shirt, pants and bra. When she reached her panties he realized he still had his shirt on and started to remove it. Her hand stopped him.

"Leave the shirt," she murmured. "It makes you look sexy, half dressed." She paused, slowly dragging down her underwear as he stared hotly. His eye was half lidded, burning as he watched.

"Aa," he panted. His hands dropped. The shirt reached to his waist and his hips seemed to arch out of it, slender but deadly strong. His legs rippled with muscle as he moved but they were also thin; his power was deceptive. Elly was naked now, and she stretched luxuriously beside him.

"Make it good, Sanji," she purred.

"Anything," he promised, taking her in his arms. Finally he was wrapped around her, kissing and breathing and pushing. She fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes, succumbing wholly to his advances. "For as long as you want," he murmured, slipping inside her with a low moan.

"Delicious," she breathed into his mouth. His manhood filled her, thrilling her body with that satisfying feeling of completion. Oh how she'd wanted this. Her sex was slick and their love made better by the excited trickle of body fluids he had caused her to create.

"Mmm, this?" He pushed deeper, easily thrusting to the base of his penis and sighing when their bellies touched. The shirt grazed her, folds falling on her chest and she laughed with sheer bliss. He pulled almost all the way back and then pushed in again and again.

"Better," she moaned. He moved even slower, muscles rippling. His lower body was trained and strong; his control and balance superb. Sanji dipped in and out in a rocking motion, loving her like the waves of the sea. His lips brushed her throat and tongue lapped. His kisses were flickering; they peppered her upper body leaving a flush of desire in their wake.

"Oh Sanji, that's so sweet..." He listened with one half of his awareness to the woman he was loving. She was breathing in harsh little puffs, her head thrown to one side and forehead straining with passion.

"Told you," he gasped. "So gentle for you." He shuddered. Damn, she felt so good. Her warmth and heat gripped him snugly, building the perfect friction as he pumped.

"Oh god," she wept. "Oh god, oh god... Sanji." The burn flew up her stomach and back down to her sex again. His strokes were making her delirious with joy. The lean blond man knew how to pace himself perfectly. He would peak and then back down and even stop, taking a few moments to mouth her breasts or whisper her name. He heard her whimpering his name, chanting it, heady sexual music that he loved.

"Yes," he said quietly.

"Sannnnn...ji. Oh my dear," breathed out between puffy lips. Some of her lavender hair was stuck to her cheek and he brushed it aside as he continued to move. "My dear, yes."

"Come softly," he whispered, and as if her body was bidden by his commands she did. So romantic, he was so loving and oh so gentle. Gentle.

It was wonderful.

Elly had raised her hand to her lips and she bit it to stifle the wail that wanted to tear out of her throat. Her feet curling and body trembling, she rode the orgasm that seeped so tenderly through her. The heat spread - more, she couldn't take more! -- and she was crying, really crying, reaching for him blindly.

"Again," she stammered. "Oh god, again." It didn't stop. Her lover was moving faster now and that sensitive bundle of nerves that had just exploded in pleasure was attacked by further stimulation. She cried and he held her, telling her not to cry, that he would never hurt her. He'd been a fool. This was so much more than he had thought he would ever have. Sanji's voice deepened and broke. His hair swung forward and she unthinkingly pushed the shiny golden fall to one side with her hand.

"Ah!" Sanji was shocked as both his eyes stared into hers for the first time. Her expression was ...it couldn't be! He hung his head, hiding his stunned features from her. Wide eyes, burning cheeks. His pupils were pinpricks in his shock. Was it love? Yes! No. Did she love him? Did he have what he always wanted? Could he? Sanji wept. Tears ran down his face as hers had but he twisted his face hard as he struggled to hold it in so she wouldn't see. Still they fell in sparkling drips and splashed not only on his dark shirt but her chest as well. But by then he wasn't paying attention. His orgasm. Oh, for his love. Inside his love. He dimly remembered he was nude inside her with no protection and the thought inflamed him.

Sanji came so hard he winced and pulled a muscle in his arm straining against her. And he vaguely heard her calling his name out from beneath him again until they wound down. Then there was silence for awhile. They relaxed, their bodies cooling. Finally he had to rear back and out of her before she cramped up. She reached for the tissues at the side of the bed to clean herself and he rolled his shoulders back. His eyes scanned the room for his jeans. Where'd he put those?

He seriously needed a cigarette right about now. His body was trembling and his mind was more confused than he had been earlier. That had been love in her eyes. He was sure of it. He pushed his hair back from his eyes and sighed gustily. He didn't even hear her get up.

Where the fuck were they?! He could think if he had one, he was sure of it. He would light one and hold her by his side. He looked forward to some romantic cuddling, but he had to have a damned...

A nuzzle on his ankle caused him to jump. A striped lavender nekomata was purring and rubbing against his bare legs. She held his pack in her mouth.

"Damn," he whispered softly. "You're really too much."

Let's Hear it for the Boy

"Let's Hear it for the Boy"

orig. started 8/22/2013 - finished 10/24/2017

One Piece - Elly x Zoro, adult

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"Honestly, if you keep pacing, you're gonna flatten all the grass on the deck." Elly flicked her ears back and settled back against a tree as she spoke. "Knock it off."

"How come you're not nervous?" The red-haired woman anxiously walking in circles snapped. "You're supposed to be nervous!"

"Shut up, Nami." It came out almost a growl. Elly closed her eyes against the bright sunlight of the day and nestled further into a ball. This looked a bit odd, since she was currently only sporting ears and a tail, but she was comfortable this way.

"Don't tell me to shut up!" Nami screeched. Elly sighed. Why couldn't she just be quiet? It was all she wanted.

"Relax a little," Robin admonished the younger girl. "Elly just means that worrying won't change things."

"Yeah," the purple-haired woman sighed. "That." She knew nothing would change the fact that she wouldn't be going into the odd little city. The welcoming party that had waited patiently for the ship to dock had told them very firmly only one pair, a male and female, would be allowed. And those pair had to be what they considered special. They only took the men inside the small building before the town gates, and the ladies didn't have a clue what was going on.

"This is all crazy." Nami offered this as a half-apology, and she nodded back.

"Yeah."

"Those idiots will probably screw this up. I want inside that town! They've got rare shops and..."

Their conversation was suddenly disrupted by a wild hooting sound coming from the gangplank. Elly raised an eyebrow and Nami winced; the captain was in rare form and that meant loud. When the men got on deck it was apparent Luffy was almost killing himself to keep the laughter at bay. Zoro's face was averted from everyone; he was staring down and there was an ominous shadow obscuring his features. With one hand he held the squirming, giggling rubber man in front of him and casually dumped him on the grass with the others. Luffy howled with glee, rolling around and pounding his arms and legs on the ground. Oddly, Sanji looked annoyed. He was usually the first one to be happy when Zoro was discontent, Elly thought nervously. What could be going on?

"They chose the mossball idiot," the cook explained when Nami simpered up to him for information.

"They what!?"

"They said they chose him to go."

"Why?!" Robin elbowed her and she choked back her complaints. The dark-haired woman pointed at their companion, who seemed almost terrified at the turn of events. Her ears were laid sideways on either side of her head and her tail was trembling.

Elly nervously swallowed past what felt like a huge obstruction in her throat. "What," she ventured cautiously, "What did you say?"

"Zoro. Got. Picked!" Luffy was nearly choking on laughter. Chopper looked sympathetic towards the big man and all except Sanji were prudently backing away as Zoro waved an arm in a curt gesture towards Elly.

"We're going."

"Um. Okay?" She frowned, not understanding the reason for the unmitigated glee of the crewmen. Sanji looked almost as upset, yet had the presence of mind the press a list into her hands.

"Here, Angel - this is the list of all the things we need to restock," he explained in a gentler tone than he'd used before. His voice still had a strange edge to it that she couldn't understand.

Elly nodded. "Yes." They'd all worked on it before - having a master list was easier with the names of who would purchase what. They'd have to get it all themselves now, but that wouldn't be a problem. The problem was the swordsman, who was standing with his back to everyone and his fists clenched so hard she was afraid he'd hurt himself. "Are we still staying a night? I mean, now that -"

Zoro made a strangled sound which she ignored. He was being weird, and she didn't have time for that right now or they'd never leave. "... now that it's just us?"

Sanji's lips quirked. He reached into a shirt pocket, retrieved a cigarette and his lighter and proceeded to light up. Once he took the first long, slow drag he seemed a bit calmer. "Yes. They insisted, in fact."

Her eyes lit up. She loved staying in these small towns because she always had enough money to buy a good room and have some relaxation time. "I'll get my overnight bag."

Sanji turned to the Zoro and raised a curly eyebrow at him. "You'd better pack."

"Shut up." He stalked off to climb the mast and get some clothing.



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Nothing about the town seemed different than others once they were inside, though it was beautiful, with sprawling rooftop gardens, finely-cobbled streets and soft music floating about in the salty ocean breeze. The odd "two special people only" stipulation didn't strike her until she started noticing the townspeople. A couple walked past with their hands entwined, the woman snuggling close to her young beau. Elly smiled at the sight, though it hurt a little when she thought of her own unrequited love. She forced the thought out of her head and stepped aside for a youngster who was zooming around the inn they were currently headed towards. Following him was an older, obviously married pair that were striding towards their son. The man's arm was wrapped affectionately around his partner's side. Zoro's mood grew darker and darker the more they walked, and she finally noticed what had been bothering her for some time. It had been hard to tell, because she wasn't really "bothered" by it at all.

Elly blinked.

Everyone older than the children were paired off and apparently very deeply in love.

Everywhere she looked people were chatting, holding hands, sharing a drink, cuddling in an open-air cafe - it seemed that hardly anyone was alone. No, scratch that - she honestly couldn't find a single person that was past the age of ten. She became almost frantic in her search until the big man finally spoke.

"You won't find anyone alone."

"What?" Her ears perked.

Zoro grunted. "They said there's a part of the city for people that haven't fal- that haven't found - ergh..." He made such a face that she had to put up her hand to stifle her grin. "That aren't like them," he finished lamely, pointing at a particularly lovey bunch near a fountain in front of the inn. They were almost at the front doors now.

Elly stopped short a few feet away, "Zoro," she said, her eyes widening with full understanding of the implications of her situation, "Why are we here, then? Why did you go in and why did they pick ... you?" At least she understood the crew's mirth - what the hell, it had to be a mistake.

His lips thrust out in a sour pout. "Come on," he grunted, and tugged on her arm to get her moving again.

"But you didn't answer."

"We need a room," he barked at the pair behind the desk.

Elly pulled herself together enough to comment. "Do you have any of your suites available?" The front desk couple agreed that they did, indeed, and immediately gave them a key with instructions to go up to the top floor. Once they were in the correct hall, Zoro got extremely nervous and began to pay a great amount of attention to the finery around them rather than stare at Elly. He knew sooner or later she would notice the other important thing that had happened.

"Wait, one room?!"

He cleared his throat. "If it's a big room, there'll be a couch or something."

"But couldn't you have got two?"

"No."

She shook her head wonderingly and he had to take the key from her to open the door. They both stopped still, amazed at the huge room of beautiful polished woods, decorated with vases brimming with freshly-cut flowers that perfumed the air even more than the outside. There was a table nearby with a bottle of champagne set alongside a basket of fruits and cheeses. A door led off to the side - more than likely a bathroom -- and besides this there was the huge canopied bed with silk sheets and drapery.

"Wow, this is really nice." Elly's ears flicked as she strolled around, lightly running her hand on the silk curtains of the bed. She loved the feel of silk.

Zoro walked in and grasped the bottle, staring at it with a keen eye. "Not bad." He slipped it back into the bucket and turned to see her pointing at him.

"Come here. Now."

"Crap." But he did as he'd been told, wearily running a hand across his face that was starting to burn. "What? They only do things as couples here. One room."

"Okay, so answer me then! Why did they pick us? We're not a couple! I doubt anyone here has heard of a boyfriend that calls his girl 'stupid' and not by her name."

He snorted. "They asked us questions. This happened."

"What kind of questions?"

Zoro's remaining eye began to twitch. "All kinds."

"Seriously? No, I'm not letting this go. What was one of the questions?"

He balled his hands into fists again like he had on board the Sunny. "Don't remember."

"Bullshit!" She hissed, ears laid back in irritation. "Tell me why you looked so pissed off on the ship, then!"

Now a vein throbbed actively in his forehead. Zoro had also started to sweat. "Damn it, stupid cat..."

"You're acting like a child and you call me stupid?!" She stomped close to him and they were nearly shouting in each other's faces. "They wanted couples, but the crew's like family, not that kind."

"That came up, yeah."

"So everyone admitted no one is a couple."

"Yeah."

"Then why are we here?"

"I told them how I felt about you!" He yelled in complete frustration. There was complete silence for the span of several heartbeats as Elly stood frozen, staring at him in absolute disbelief. She frowned a little, stepped backwards and almost fell as she bumped into the back of the bed. His quick reactions spared her an awkward fall but created an even more awkward situation, however. "Uh..." Zoro panicked. He was holding her braced against the end of the bed with his knees as she lay backwards in one of his strong arms. He'd prevented her from falling onto, what - a soft bed? It wasn't like she had been about to hurt herself!

"Roronoa Zoro," she purred softly, still sounding puzzled. Not his full name! Just hearing her say it caused his heart to beat faster. He gargled out something that was meant as a reply. "Did you just suggest you liked me?"

He was just as muddled as she was, his face flaming now. "I, uh. Shit." He slowly backed away so she could sit up. He knelt at the foot of the bed while she pulled herself up, ears cocked towards him and her tail swishing eagerly behind her.

"That's why they chose you. But - but you didn't even tell me."

He sighed, defeated. "Not my fault." He took a deep breath. "They told us only couples could go and the perverted cook was being an asshole."

"And you got angry at him." It wasn't a question.

"Hmph," he muttered.

"And..?"

"I wasn't thinking!"

"Obviously. It's the only time you'd admit it! Otherwise you'd be all 'women are a distraction from my main purpose in life'." She huffed, tail lashing even faster.

"You are a fucking huge distraction," he growled angrily.

"Fabulous," she said drily, but he heard the catch in her voice and abruptly rolled forward.

"You're upset."

"Of course I'm upset, you moss-headed moron! You don't want to be with me!"

Zoro shook his head but she started to move away to try and end the conversation. He sprang up, hopped onto the bed in front of her and grasped her by the shoulders before she could escape. "Wrong," was all he said before pressing his mouth to hers in a very firm kiss. Elly was immobilized, not only by his strength but the passion thrumming behind his actions. His every muscle was like a tightly-wound string, vibrating with the need to lash out. Yet though his mouth was covering hers, he made no move to force his tongue inside. He simply kissed her.

"Wh- whoa," she gasped when he parted for air.

Zoro huffed air out in a big rush, almost like a wild animal. "That disgusting pervert said it couldn't be me," he went on, finally telling the real reason he'd been upset. "He said I couldn't be with you because..." His lip thrust out in the poutiest pout she had ever seen, and her heart nearly stopped he looked so adorable. "I couldn't satisfy you." He spat this last out like it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

Elly's ears snapped to attention. "Not like that?!" Zoro's hands had let her go and he was propping himself up on either side of her. She reached out and lightly touched his cheek, fascinated by the feel of his skin.

"Like that," he snapped, furious at the memory. Then his eye widened. "He didn't say that you didn't want me..."

She blushed harder. "Well."

"...just that I couldn't, I couldn't give you - " he trailed off, stunned.

"Heh," she chuckled sheepishly.

"What you needed," he finished, his eye narrowing dangerously. Elly caught her breath. She felt his body lying lightly on her tensing up in preparation for movement, but wasn't sure what was going to happen. Zoro tilted his head as he stared down at her. "We couldn't be a couple because of me not giving in. He tricked me."

"Looks like it."

"I never even asked about you."

"Everyone but you knew how I feel, you big oaf."

"I said I would give you everything you needed."

"Everything?" Her hand dropped but he caught the wrist quickly, before she could set it down. He slowly brought it to his mouth as she trembled beneath him. "W- wait, 'everything' means more than you think!"

He gave her a sarcastic look that somehow remained the most lustful thing she'd ever seen. "I know what 'everything' means, stupid cat." He mouthed the underside of her wrist, relishing the throb of her pulse on his lips.

"Really?" she asked archly. "I don't want you to sacrifice anything..."

"Oh, shut up." He kissed her on the lips, quickly but harder this time. She did exactly that, and he went on, "You're not going to get in the way and you know it."

"Just wanted to see if you knew it." She smiled at him.

Zoro grinned evilly at her. "That doesn't mean you can let your guard down."

"Shit!" She shrieked as he reached underneath her with a speed she had only seen him use when he fought. He pulled her to him in a crushing embrace with one hand while the other rested behind her head. The kiss that followed was much more serious than the others had been. He slowly licked her lips until she gasped, then used the opening to follow through with a deep and intimate exploration of her mouth. The hand behind her head wouldn't let her escape, when she tried to pull back he growled deep in his throat and pressed her closer. It took a long time, but he finally needed air and parted from her with a moist sound. Her kiss-swollen lips remained slightly parted, her eyes starry. She no longer resisted when he moved her, lifting easily to bring her closer to the head of the bed.

"The pillow'll be more comfortable."

"Mm." Elly rested her head on it and he stroked her ears until they lay relaxed against the cloth with her hair. He bent and kissed the side of her neck while she laughed softly for pure joy.

"You okay with this?" He nibbled and she wrapped her hands about his thick neck. "Don't we need something?"

"'This'? 'Something'?"

Zoro groaned with exasperation. "Damn it, cat. You know what I mean." His eye narrowed and he slid his hands up her sides to her breasts. "I doubt I can stop once I get going."

"Is that just because it's me, or because you have no control?" She needled him jokingly. He snorted, blowing her purple side locks a little, and gently squeezed what he was holding. Elly drew a deep breath and ran her hands through his hair.

"Are you always this kittenish, or is it just because it's me?"

"Gah. Okay, I know. And no, it's safe."

"Kitten," he whispered into her furry ear as his fingers explored the softness of her breasts, compared to the firm nubs of flesh that were her nipples. He pulled her shirt up, exposing her bra underneath. He wasted no time, hooking a finger in the band then slipping around the back to unhook it. The bra was pushed out of the way and he stared for a moment, his remaining eye focused on her nudity. Elly's hands had fallen to his shoulder blades under his outer wear and she gripped him tightly as he fastened a warm, wet mouth on a nipple. Her cries egged him on, and he experimented with different licks until he settled on a soft, gentle suckling that caused her to shake and squirm underneath his body. He reached down and grasped her tail as it lashed wildly against him and her cries doubled. He let the crinkled flesh slide from his lips for a moment. "Your tail, huh?"

"Not my tail," she blurted out, shaking her head. "No, Zoro, don't!" He ignored her for a moment and rubbed the fur to see if it was as silky as he imagined it would be.

"Why 'no'?" He asked, his voice dangerously low. "You like this. I can tell." He had ended up under her again and he squeezed as close to the base as he could get, carefully and not too hard. Elly miaowed, mouth opening wide with her fangs glinting in the light of the suite. She clapped a hand to her mouth after the catlike sound escaped her, but couldn't quite muffle the purring. "I don't mind that," he added, pulling the hand smoothly all the way to the fluffy, double-tipped end. "Kittens purr when they feel good, right?"

"Nnn... so good," she panted, chest heaving. Zoro blinked. He hadn't believed he could get more turned on, but he was indeed close to losing control as he'd suggested before. He spared her tail to lightly tug on her clothing above the waist.

"It'll get better," he promised. She raised her arms and he partially undressed her.

"Yes." She had reached out for him as he tossed the garments to the side and was already unfastening the buttons on his green coat, pulling the wooden frogs to one side and slipping the looped cord off. He sat up a little to accommodate her, watching lazily as she worked to get his chest fully exposed.

"Here." He slipped the heavy fabric off with one gesture, adding to the growing pile on the floor. He would have shrugged his haramaki off as well, but she quickly stopped him with a shake of her head. His interest grew as she explored his bare skin, her fingers deft and so gentle as to almost be ticklish. She traced the scar along his stomach and then lower, thrusting her hands in the green belly band like she had always wanted to do. Zoro choked and threw his head back, straining, arms circling around her as she hungrily groped him. Moments later she pushed the haramaki up and he eagerly pulled it up and over his head, craving more of her touch. She toyed with the hem of his pants, feeling the texture and tracing the little open "v" area by the buttons. Elly might have lingered, but his hand closed over hers.

"Not yet."

She nodded, smiling again. "All right. What, then?"

"C'mere," Zoro husked, bending over her to press her to the bed. He spared no part of his body this time, letting her feel just what it was like to be truly under him. She reciprocated by wrapping her legs around his waist as they kissed, causing him to groan loudly. Her body fit perfectly against him, and he knew as man and woman they would fit completely in a way that would change their lives forever. So he kissed her instead, passionately, again and again until they were lost in each other's embrace. They kissed until they didn't stop to think anymore, their hands going where they wanted - hers to the bulge in his pants and his to the warmth between her legs.

"Yes," Elly panted between kisses. "Zoro..?"

"Can't hold back anymore," he wheezed in agreement, unbuttoning his pants and yanking them off rather unceremoniously. She followed suit, flinging hers aside impatiently as well. Despite his declaration he seemed to pause at the sight of her laying there in her panties, so she impudently slid them down a few inches.

"Or do you want to do this?"

"Stupid cat," he laughed quietly with an affectionate smirk. "You're the only one that's left."

"Me?" The perpetual blush on her cheeks darkened as she saw it was true. Zoro was sitting there completely nude on his haunches with no embarrassment whatsoever. His member jutted out from a spartan patch of curly green hair, curving towards his flat belly. She pressed her lips together, staring until he broke her trance by tapping her on the forehead. "Eh?"

"Let me help." He ran his calloused palms down her waist and pulled the underwear down. She lifted herself to help, then kicked her legs, sending them flying. Zoro raised an eyebrow, watching as they sailed across the room. When he turned back to face her she had her legs crossed in front of her and he placed his hand over his face in resignation. "Don't hide from me," he admonished her.

"I'm not!" She protested, flicking her ears in irritation.

"Then let me see you." His hands urged her legs apart and when she wouldn't do it far enough he vented an exasperated sigh.

"What do you want me to do, hike them up above my head?" She grumbled, not really meaning it.

"'Course not. But you can see all of me," he moved closer to her on his knees and she gulped past the sudden closure in her throat, "and it's harder for me to see all of you." He stroked the purple hair down there and she swallowed nervously again as he probed gently. One finger rubbed, spreading the wetness he found around and curiously feeling the mystery of the folds and flaps of flesh she had. Elly flopped onto her back on the bed and immediately began tossing her head back and forth as he teased her. He wasn't sure what he was doing but he paid very close attention to the sounds she was making as he experimented. He found when he rolled the very top of her sex, a tiny little bud of skin, she would sob out with desire. "There," he murmured.

"Yes!" she wept. "Right there, Zoro!"

"All right."

"All right? What does that m-" Her words cut off as she felt an impossible softness rub her excited body. "Don't you want me to touch..."

"Can't," he gasped, his breathing picking up as he positioned himself above her. "Told you, can't hold back anymore." He moved his hips forward the tiniest bit and she flung her arms around him. He shuddered, took a deep breath to calm himself, and pushed. The feeling of his body entering hers caused them both to gasp out loud. Zoro let the weight of his body slowly drive him all the way inside before propping himself up on his hands. He closed his single eye and counted to ten, forcing his body to relax before kissing the woman beneath him. "Okay?"

"I'm okay," Elly breathed into his mouth.

"I'm gonna move," he warned her.

She shivered all over, causing a delightful rush in his engorged member. "Make love to me," she whispered.

"Yes." He placed his forehead against hers, drawing back below with a concentrated effort. Before he thrust again he made sure they had eye contact. "I love you," he told her with that special glimmer in his eye; the dark, serious look that meant he would never go back on an oath. She squeezed his waist tightly with her legs, tail flicking his rear as it swung about crazily. Before she could say anything, though, Zoro moved forward, taking her breath away. The burn in her lower stomach turned into a deliciously growing, rubbery electric feeling as he moved, breathing even harder now, beads of sweat forming on his neck and lower back. His own pleasure was nothing short of amazing as he could think of nothing but how hot she was inside, how perfect.

He began slow but it didn't take long before she was whimpering and calling his name, begging for release. Since he knew his climax was fast approaching, he sped things up, their bellies slapping in a quickening rhythm as they clung to each other. He bared his teeth, straining, striving to hold out at least for her orgasm. He desperately wanted to make her feel good.

"So sweet," she moaned. Elly's ears lay on the pillow sideways, her cheeks displaying hectic, red spots of color and her hair spread out, framing her face. He dropped his head to her neck when he saw her eyes begin to glaze over. "Oh love, so sweet yes... oh, Zoro."

Zoro's muffled cry came not long after with what would have been a very loud, incomprehensible sound of pleasure if he hadn't been muffling his voice. "Nghhh!" He sounded like more of an animal than she actually was.

Elly nuzzled him dreamily, her eyes closed in bliss as she felt him tense, then jerk above her, his body wracked with the throes of release. "Come inside me," she whispered.

"Yes." He lifted his head and kissed her lingeringly as their bodies cooled down. "Anything - everything -- you want."

Creep (Zoro Edition)

"Creep (Zoro Edition)"

orig. 01/8/08 *edited

Elly x Sanji (rape), Elly x Zoro 

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Sanji scratched his head, stirring up his soft blond hair. He smoothed it in the next moment, then frowned, looked around again, and sighed. His stomach growled again and he ignored it as he pressed through the branches of the dense foliage. He'd always made fun of the asshole swordsman for getting lost, he thought bitterly. Now it had been a day in the forest and he hadn't even found any water. Sanji had faced starvation before - he knew the human body could go a long time without food.

He needed water.

There had to be a stream someplace! He'd used all his skills to try and find a water source, had even climbed up to the top of one of the great trees and surveyed around. Nothing. Nothing, and he was desperate. As he passed that odd-looking berry bush again he paused, then squatted on his haunches. He didn't know if they were poisonous or not, but it didn't matter now, did it? He would try a few. If his stomach didn't cramp up or anything bad happen, he'd pop a few here and there. They looked juicy and probably had a high water content. Sighing, he picked a handful and placed one tentatively in his mouth.

Elly grumbled to herself as she pressed forwards, trying to move as quickly as possible towards the location she'd scented Sanji. That damned fool had gotten lost. What an idiot. She growled under her breath as she pictured him back on the ship, flaunting his 'ordeal' and trying to get kisses or special treatment from Nami.

Like she said... idiot.

She finally reached a small clearing and there he was, laying across from some strange-colored berry bushes.

"Fine. Now we can go home." She pushed at him with a foot and he got up as if he were still sleepy.

"Angel," he gasped wearily. "Oh thank god." His arms slipped low around her body, pulling her warmth to him. "You're here."

"Ah... hey, watch it," Elly frowned and shoved him off. His arms wrapped around her again and she blinked. "Sanji?"

"Hush, sweetie." His speech was slurred and there was an odd, sickeningly-sweet scent hovering about his neck. No, not his neck, his -

"What!" His lips. He leaned forward and crushed his mouth to hers, delving deeply with his tongue and humming with pleasure. The taste was in his mouth, a bitter tang that was gone in a moment. Now she only tasted smoke. Wait, he was kissing her! Elly placed her hands on his chest and shoved. I might have well as tried to push a rock, she reflected sourly. She had seen him flaunt his well-sculpted abdomen more than once with a shirt that was sort of unbuttoned, or when they had all gone swimming. She realized he was probably stronger than she was and that flooded her with a kind of paralyzing terror. Sanji wasn't himself. He was drugged, and what did it look like he wanted? She swallowed hard, her throat clicking.

This could be bad.

He parted for air and the pale woman did the only thing she could do: she called for help. To hell if they found her in his arms, they'd know she had tried to escape. Damn him for being an ass, too. He should have known better than to eat anything! But although the blond man was groggy with the after effects of the berries he wasn't stupid. His kiss sealed off her next cry and he began to slip his tie free from the loose knot that held it around his neck.

"Quiet, beautiful," he gasped, snapping it around her head when she tried to scream again. "I don't want those idiots spoiling our moment." One hand deftly tied the swatch of silk while the other grabbed and held her wrists above her head. She was gagged in a minute, effectively sealing off her mouth from alerting anyone that could be nearby. "Much better," he purred. "Oi, stop that." He'd let go of her hands for a moment and she'd tried to claw him in the face.

"Mfft!"

"If you change form I'll just hold your tail," he mused. "Haven't you always said that only your lover gets to do that?" He reached down and stroked her lower belly with his free hand. Her eyes widened and she stilled. Damn it! There went another idea. Elly tried to buck him off next, frantically casting glances left and right. Someone had to hear it if there was a struggle. Hadn't they all been close behind her?

"If you don't lie still, Angel, I'm going to have to bind those wrists up."

"Hrrr..." Growling. His visible eye widened, face blushing with desire. He started to pant harder and bent over her to rub his body along hers. His prominent erection brushed her leg and she flinched away from it.

"God, that's hot," he groaned. "I didn't try hard enough to impress you," he mourned. "I always thought you were special." Sanji paused, his hair blowing in the faint breeze. The fine strands caught the light and glinted prettily, like thin lines of gold. Elly was amazed that things around her still seemed beautiful in the midst of this hell. He had taken off his jacket and shirt by now, still carefully holding her down so she couldn't wriggle free like she was trying to. She wasn't going to give up. And yet, her eyes wandered across his chest, down the fine line of blond that no one could see because it was so light.

"You like what you see?" Shit! She snarled at him through the gag and tried to form some semblance of words. "Mmm-hmm." He took one of her hands and placed it on his abdomen. Her eyes widened, her cheeks burning so hot she felt like they might be bleeding. "Ah, you're blushing. Is that maidenly confusion?" He whispered in her ear, his voice low and dangerously sexy.

"Are you still a virgin, my sweet Angel?" He sighed when he saw tears building up in her eyes. She sagged in his hold, biting her bottom lip and thinking as hard and fast as she could. No one was around or close enough to help. He was stronger than she was. He would take her even if she changed form, because he knew how to make her change back. If she changed and he did that she would lose all volition. Her throat hurt from trying to scream through the tie in her mouth and it didn't work anyway. Sanji was undressing her now, cooing with appreciation. When he'd pushed her tank top up and exposed her chest he whistled softly.

"You are, aren't you? Who were you waiting for?" He kissed the hollow between her breasts and she closed her eyes, the tears finally spilling hotly down her cheeks. Not you, she thought sadly. A long time ago she had thought he would make a good companion, someone to love and protect her. But that was before she had seen his near obsession with anything female and especially Nami. For once she wished that red-haired girl was here. At least she wouldn't lose anything if she was in her place. She gave in and cried freely for awhile as he mouthed her nipples, commenting on how stiff they had gotten. Elly squirmed. He was an attractive man, she never denied that. She'd wondered what he would be like, what this would be like. But he wasn't faithful in the sense that she needed him to be, and that was why she didn't want him.

Okay, scratch that. His kisses and hungry lips and tongue were causing her to feel very uncomfortable. He smelled good, like expensive cologne and dusky smoke. He tasted good, his kisses slow and delicious. Wait... wait, she wasn't supposed to enjoy this!Sanji was undeniably handsome and to tell the truth she had always fantasized about him a little.

"Shh, my sweet Angel." He licked her lips languidly and she suppressed a shiver. God. He was going to rape her and she was more than likely going to end up enjoying it. The horrible thought caused her to struggle anew, bending all her efforts on her wrists and arms. If she could threaten his hands at all she might have a chance. Even in his drunken stupor he might back off.

"Bad girl," he chided softly. "I see what you're doing." He quickly took a sleeve of his shirt and tied it even tighter than he had the gag around one of her wrists. She managed to get one free but all she could grab hold of was his shoulder. Her nails dug in and he gasped. Elly grimly clawed deeper, feeling a sick triumph as blood welled up from several thin slashes on his pale skin. But he twisted around with his limber body and managed to grasp hold of her arm despite her struggles. Hot disappointment soured her mouth; it hadn't been enough. She wanted to cry but wasn't surprised when no more tears would come. Sanji finished binding his prisoner's wrists together and then grunted, peering over his shoulder at the wounds she had made. He rubbed a long finger on a cut, spreading the blood around. They both stared at the bright red on his finger pad.

"A little rough, but that's all right." Incredibly, he was smiling at her. She tried to bite him this time when he kissed her and he slapped her side gently. "No."

Elly stared at him.

"I mean it, Angel. You mark me again and I'll mark you." He slid his warm mouth over to her neck and sucked lightly, biting now and then. She choked. No! No, no, no... she could maybe hide the pain and embarrassment of the rape itself, but any markings and they would all guess she had been fooling around. She whimpered and twisted, turning her head sharply to the side.

"You don't want that, do you?" She shook her head from side to side wildly, purple locks swinging. The tears she had cried earlier had mostly dried but she could feel the salty stickiness of where they had dripped. One of her tresses got caught by her mouth and she couldn't even brush it away. Sanji did, his touch light and oddly tender. He tucked the strand behind her ear and kissed her again, softer this time.

"Let's get these off, then." His hands unzipped her denim shorts and he shuddered all over when he saw her panties. She closed her eyes wearily. Maybe if she just relaxed it would be over quick and she could crawl away. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. His fingertips grazed her crotch and she jerked, she couldn't help it. Sanji dragged the thin silk underwear down to where he had left her shorts. The bunched fabric made it even harder for her to move but she assumed he wouldn't have any problems getting what he wanted. Naked, laying on the cool mossy undergrowth and listening to the jingling sounds he was making, she thought about the time when she did want him to make love to her.

"Rggh!" That was a mistake. Elly forced her tongue at the gag and screamed as loud as she could. She couldn't let this happen when she wanted to be whole for a man that could love her, not just lust after her!

"I need you, Angel, and I'll have you..." A bird screamed someplace above them. The breeze ruffled through the treetops, causing a few random leaves to blow past. No one came to her aid. No one heroically showed up at the last minute to save her. The sounds she had heard before had been the lean cook removing his pants and she felt him on her now, a hard heat that she knew would never be able to forget.

"Oh god," Sanji half-growled in her ear. "You feel so warm down there." He shifted and she felt his body press on hers completely for the first time. His chest on her own, his loins against hers. He was lithe and tight in all the right areas, muscled thicker in his thighs which bunched and trembled. She still hadn't opened her eyes so he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips. If only he wasn't so freaking romantic while he did this! Couldn't he do it and get it over with?! She opened them when he told her to, fearing another love bite, and stared into his single blue eye. It burned with a passionate fever that left her thinking all her struggles had been futile.

"I won't hurt you," Sanji whispered as he moved to penetrate her. "I promise." His voice wavered on the last word, yearning for the velvet darkness to surround his aching member. He didn't understand why she had sagged in his arms suddenly. Had she fainted? The tip of his penis touched that warmth and he gasped brokenly, everything else forgotten but his blind desire. It took only a moment for him to thrust gently forward. He moaned in delight when he felt a slight resistance. She really was a virgin. Only a little more pressure and he would take her all the way. His blood boiled, muscles tense as he delicately pushed past that thin membrane. He heard her cry and bent to soothe her with kisses, murmuring all the while.

"Did I hurt you? It's all right, love, really." A kiss, a light lick on her lips. "I'll make all that nasty pain go away and you'll only feel pleasure in a minute..." He pulled back and then moved forward again, slow and steady. He did this until he felt her start to shake underneath him. Ahhh, reaction. He needed that almost as badly as he needed to be all the way inside her when he came. His mouth parted, he threw his neck back in abandon, cords straining, sweating. Shivering. Oh, it was so good. It was everything he wanted and more. Now if she would come for him, tighten all around his throbbing manhood and bring him off in that special way he loved so much it would make this perfect.

"Is this better?" His body rose and fell in a movement as old as time itself. His leg strength really helped here; he could pace himself well as he balanced above her, moving as much as he wanted as long as he didn't get too excited. She was so soft against him. His hands caressed her breasts as he kissed her neck, close to the bruise he'd made before. Elly had found she could cry again after all. She had begun weeping afresh as quietly as she could, trying to gasp through the gag. Her body had betrayed her. The cook's steady sex had caused the reaction she had so feared. She came, gasping, seeing spots when she couldn't get enough air through the wrapped cloth in her mouth. The feeling wasn't soft and sweet like she had always thought it would be but brittle, sharp. Sanji's next thrust was harder, his body demanding that he speed up and release himself of his pent-up seed.

"You're my Angel now." He shivered and began to pant in the final throes of orgasm. Her body squeezed him deliciously and the pleasure was intense, maddening even. She had long since given up entirely and lay as if dead but he didn't notice. The dappled sunlight hit their entangled bodies, shining and showing flecks of sweat, blood and tears randomly as Sanji finished. "You're so special, love. That was so..." he gasped and dropped his head on her shoulder. He would have stayed that way longer, but a shadow descended upon the little clearing as the leaves crunched under a heavy footfall.

"What the hell's wr-" The crashing of leaves stopped short. There was a nightmare sound halfway between a gargle and a roar of pure rage. Roronoa Zoro's eyes darkened as he took in the scene before him. A strangled shout had brought him in this direction minutes ago. He had rushed forward as fast as he could.

But not fast enough.

Zoro froze as the thin blond cook pulled himself back. His body parted from hers with a moist sound, thick white semen dripping from his spent penis onto her thigh. The big man's tan face turned purple, veins standing out on his neck and forehead. Sanji wobbled for a moment, his eye fixing on the green-haired man who was clenching his fists so hard the knuckles were white. Blood seeped out from his palms as his fingernails dug into his flesh.

"What am I doing here?" Sanji blinked once and then fainted, falling heavily to the ground. Zoro's hands bled for several moments as he considered the situation, the bright red fluid dropping onto the green moss. The pale woman was bruised in several areas, tied up, and gagged with Sanji's clothing. The cook had taken her and by the looks of his shoulder and the bindings she had put up a fight. Zoro snarled and bit his lip, causing another trickle of blood to run down his chin. He suddenly whirled around, grabbed an unoffensive young tree around the middle and tore it half out of the ground, swearing incoherently. Birds flew up, screeching with terror, fleeing the scene of the crime as he ran forward to drop by her side.

"Cat?"

She wouldn't open her eyes and she was even paler than usual. Her pulse was low and she was half-stifled from trying to breathe through the gag when her weeping had caused her nose to stop up. Zoro snapped the offending tie off with a single wrench of his hands then concentrated on hers. He untied her wrists, gently massaging them to get the blood flow started again. Sanji muttered something from close by and he grimly ignored the man, instead choosing to bundle Elly up in his own shirt. Her own clothing was too torn to be of much use. Zoro held her helplessly, starting to panic and still blinded by fury. No one deserved what had happened here. He got up and scowled at the cook's inert body. He couldn't leave him here. The crew would want to know what happened and Chopper would want to see him. The swordsman picked up an ankle and dragged him behind him as he cradled Elly carefully in one arm.

"Gotta get back to the ship." He'd left himself a trail this time so he could get back faster. Now he was glad he had. Moving as fast as he could without jostling her too much he raced back home. Sanji he didn't concern himself about. The ass could wake up with a monumental headache when this was all over for all he cared. Or a concussion. In fact, he hoped he did.

"Where the fuck am I? Damn it, moss head!" Sanji had roused himself by the time they reached the ship. All traces of his grogginess were gone and he seemed almost back to normal. Then he saw what condition he was in and yelped, clapping his legs together with his palms covering his naked self. He glanced around and saw the lavender-haired woman in Zoro's arms. He hissed with anger but she was staring right at him, terrified. Her hands gripped the swordsman's shirt and she clung to him for protection. The big man was clumsily holding her closer for comfort without even realizing it. "What happened," he asked no one in particular.

"Don't let him near me," she sobbed softly. "Zoro..."

"Don't worry." The swordsman's voice was as cold as ice. He turned his back on the naked cook and walked up the gangplank, leaving him to his own defenses. He concentrated instead on the shaking lady in his arms. Her face was pale as new milk; lighter than usual and she was holding him so tightly. A blond streak ran past them and she shrieked in alarm but Zoro turned and walked faster inside the cabins. The doctor's place was only a few steps away. It didn't take him very long to reach it. But his feet seemed like they were trapped in glue. He stepped along as if in a dream, his mind racing so fast his legs seemed slower.

He'd kill him.

"Chopper!" He banged the door open with a solid hip, shoving his way inside. The little reindeer gasped when he saw Elly's condition. The big man gently laid her on one of the medical cots and sat down beside her while the doctor clip-clopped around in a frenzy of concern. He'd had to turn around while the other anthro cleaned and dressed her again, but now she lay silent on the little bed quite close to the swordsman.

"What happened?!" Chopper finally asked, his ears drooping as he laid a cool compress on her head. He'd given her something to calm her nerves and tended her obvious scrapes and bruises already. Zoro's eyes narrowed.

"You're not gonna like it." He grimly recounted the events he'd seen. When he started speaking she shifted, groaning, blushing, and he absently took her hand in his. Damn that disgusting pervert. Damn him! He was a fucking bastard.

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It took her a few days to come around, but she finally slept enough to feel comfort. She took a shower and had just finished a final checkup  when Zoro walked in. Chopper had told her when he'd checked her earlier he had hardly left her side at all for the past few days. A good thing, too, for he was still so angry he wanted blood. Sanji's blood. Staying with her kept them apart.

"Hey," he said quietly.

"Zoro." She grimaced painfully as she moved her legs. Zoro's face fell. Despite what he had seen back in the forest he'd still had some hope that the cook hadn't done that. Maybe it had been a trick of the light but she was still sore down there. He blushed with confusion and worry, his anger at Sanji forgotten. He held her close when she rested her face against his chest, her body shaking. "Don't look at me," she whispered.

"I'll fix it," Zoro heard himself husking.

"It's over," she shrugged. "What's to fix."

"I'll make it better, damn it, don't say that!" He rocked her back and forth, snarling into her hair. She wilted in his arms, falling backwards.

"Really? Do you think he even really wanted me? Will anyone else now, either?"

"Knock that shit off!" His hoarse snarl cut through her melancholia. "This was fucking horrible, but if that guy makes you feel bad about it I'll cut the asshole down! He doesn't deserve you!" His last sentence was delivered in a half-insane howl as he pounded the decking with a bandaged fist. Elly threw her arms around Zoro's thick neck.

"Tell me you love me," Elly pleaded. "I need you to love me very much right now." She gasped all of this in such a rush that it left her breathless, hiding her face in his shirt. She sat that way for several minutes until she felt a hand on her back. Zoro stroked her gently, picking her all the way up in his arms when she mewed in disbelief. He didn't speak but walked out of the little doctor's sickbay, throwing his bandanna on the cot where she had been as a sort of note that would let the reindeer know where she was. The doctor had left sometime after he had looked her over, he didn't know when and he guessed it didn't matter. He wouldn't have left her if she was badly hurt. Zoro slowly mounted the steps to his room at the top of the mast, pausing every now and then to kiss the sad woman's neck and nuzzle her reassuringly.

When he got to the door he banged it open with unnecessary force.

"Here," he said softly, laying her on the small bed in the corner of the room. He propped a pillow under her head and climbed on it himself, causing the mattress to squeak in protest. "Not hurting?" He paused, remembering she had been raped a day or two ago. Slowly, so as not to frighten her, he laid his body over hers and kissed her mouth. He was calm and soft, holding her but not restricting her movement if she wanted to escape.

"I just... feel him everywhere still." She shuddered convulsively, frowning at the thought.

"Would you like to feel me instead?" Zoro placed an open palm over her heart, feeling it race under the bandages. "You're afraid because you lost something. But I can give it back to you."

"Wh - what?" Her eyes widened.

"Do you want it?" He took the hand back that rested on her chest and gently clasped hers to his own left side. He watched as her eye color deepened, emotions playing across her face.

"Oh. You're a...?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, cheeks even redder.

"I'm scared," she admitted simply. "It hurt, last time."

"Any way you want it," he murmured. "Look, I guess I can love you like this..." He pulled her into a closer embrace, laying on his side. "I'm not on top. What? What's wrong?"

"You said love," she whispered.

"That's what it should be!" He laid his hand over hers on his heart. "There's a difference between sex and making love, damn it!" He groaned. "Please don't do that, though," he added in a much softer tone of voice. Startled, she looked around.

"Do what?"

"Move your hand like that. Unless you want me." Elly twitched the hand that laid on his chest. It was over his heart, but it was also over a flat male nipple. She had moved restlessly and brushed it with her palm. Curious, she drew her fingers together and rubbed at the firm nub of flesh through his thin cotton shirt. Zoro gulped and hung his head, his hand carefully squeezing her side. Gently she tormented him, pinching his nipple and causing his big body to wrack with shivers and his breathing to speed up. He made no move to touch her other than his hand lightly gripping her side.

"Yes."

"What?" His voice was thick and rough. "Yes, what?" She looked around as if she were going to get caught for something naughty. He held himself in check, praying that she would say yes.

"I want to." Lower than a whisper. "Try it. With you. If I don't conquer my fear now, it could be bad."

"It's okay," he gasped with some relief. "It's all right. I think."

"I want to be with you," she murmured, laying her cheek on his chest. Zoro blinked. "I did before. I should have said something before all this happened."

"It happened," he cut her short, his eyes blazing. "Don't apologize and don't act like it didn't. I'm not going to make it all better in a night, cat. You have to help yourself as much as I help you. Or I won't... won't do it. Not now." Elly squinted at him with narrowed eyes as he gripped her shoulder tightly. When he was finished speaking he gave her a little shake, a gentle one. She inhaled deeply.

"It's not my fault," she said firmly. "And it doesn't make me a bad person to want you now."

"Ah," Zoro sighed with such relief that she wondered if he had been bluffing. But then his big arms wrapped around her body, pulling her to him in a comforting hold. Her face was pressed lightly in the hollow of his neck. It fit perfectly. She marveled at this while he slowly stroked her back, trying to think of what he should do next. He froze to look at her sharply when he felt her start to shake.

"I'm fine."

"No." He paused. "I didn't mean it that way, I..." He struggled with his thoughts, trying to put them into some semblance of order.

"Zoro!" The loud pounding on his door made them both jump. Elly shrieked, her hand slapping across her mouth to shut herself up. She sounded like a little girl and she knew it.

"Damn it!" The big man got up, laid a hand on her shoulder. "I'll be back."

"Yeah." She crawled back towards the wall, eyes large. She was biting her lip nervously and her hands were pulling, kneading at the sheets like the cat she sometimes was. Her weaker human nails dug into the black cloth and made thin ripping sounds. Zoro shook his head, disgusted at the blond chef anew. She looked so scared. She probably couldn't even tell that the voice outside the door didn't belong to Sanji. She just imagined it did. Gritting his teeth and trying to hold back his frustration, he swung the heavy door open.

"What do you fucking want?" He hissed down at Chopper who was standing there anxiously wringing his hooves together. The tiny reindeer coughed and twitched his ears.

"I just wanted to make sure that she was here."

"You're not going to tell me to hand her over?" Zoro crossed his arms skeptically. "Thought that was what this was about."

"No..." He looked away uncomfortably, his face blushing so hard you could see it under his fur. "This will help heal her. But, but - use this. Lots." He handed the man a tube of lubricant. The swordsman slapped a hand over his eyes, feeling his face also burn with embarrassment. He swallowed, gulping loudly.

"Chopper..." But the doctor was gone, clopping off down the hall and running headlong down the stairs. Zoro stared down at the items he held for a minute. "Shit."

Right. All right. He rubbed at his face, sighing. The little doctor was supposed to take care of them and he would know what was best. That squeeze bottle thing would probably help it not hurt as much this time. He winced at his uncertainty. Probably. Great, he thought sourly. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He firmly closed the door and turned back to find Elly standing by the large window at the far side of the room. She heard him approach and didn't move so Zoro touched her shoulder again.

"I know you're there."

"Yes," he mumbled. Suddenly his other hand was too full of things. He reached around and showed her the stuff, half to see her reaction and half to hand it over. It felt weird in his palm, almost like it was burning him. "Gave me this." Elly took the bottle and stared at it.

"So it doesn't hurt," she said quietly, her voice carrying an undertone of sadness. 

He nodded. "To help."

"Help," she sighed softly. This time he didn't stop to wonder if she would panic; he simply enfolded her in his arms and kissed her neck.

"Quiet, little cat," he whispered. "It's time I made you smile again." He felt her inhale sharply, her body tremble.

"It's not bad of me to want you," she said firmly to herself. Zoro heard and nodded, picking her up and carrying her to the bed again.

"Nothing here is bad," he assured her, laying her down and stripping off his shirt. He stopped after he pulled off the haramaki he always wore, however. "That's enough."

"Wha- huh?"

"Shh." The big man stretched his body alongside hers and kissed her, this time fully on the lips. He let her relax, waited for her to kiss him back, open her lips slightly. Then he flicked his tongue inside her mouth, deepening the kiss and pressing forward more. Elly slowly placed her arms around his neck, holding him while he kissed her. Zoro had to suppress a wild desire to growl with pleasure as she moved against him. Her fingertips grazed the back of his neck ticklishly, causing shivers to wrack his spine. And when she began to run her hands through his hair he moaned.

"Zoro," she gasped, surprised.

"Hnf." He cleared his throat, abashed.

"No... that's cute."

"Cute?!" Now he looked mortified. But she was smiling at him. Genuinely smiling, her pain forgotten at his shocked expression. He grinned back and reached around to grasp one of her hands lightly. She let him place it on his chest and watched as he raised an eyebrow at her. Her hand wandered on his exposed skin of her own accord, palm rubbing over the flesh. Zoro was scarred in many different places, some so lightly that you couldn't see until you touched him like she was doing now. She let her fingers find them all, searching them out until she heard a low rumble from the big man. His chest vibrated with the sound under her hand and she sighed. The growling purr meant she was exciting him and yet he was as still as ever under her caress. Elly sighed and tweaked the crinkled skin of his right nipple, hearing his choked cry, watching the muscles in his shoulders flex as he sought to remain still. She wondered if he would be as sensitive there as she was. Her own breasts were aching for his touch, his mouth. She leaned forward and placed her lips on him, sucking the firm nub and licking softly. He jerked, his hand twitching instinctively towards the back of her head. When she drew back and kissed him there he let his big hand rest on the back of her head encouragingly.

"Zoro," She murmured hesitantly after a while of sweet nibbling and licking. He ached. He ached all over, but it was concentrated in his heart and his ...he blushed harder. Oh, hell.

"Ennhhh?" It sounded like he was forcing sounds through clenched teeth. He was in fact. Her touches inflamed him; he didn't know he could be so aroused from something so simple.

"Me too?" Her voice dropped so low he could barely hear her. His eyes blinked open, dark with passion and concern.

"Sorry," he breathed hoarsely. "Ah... tell me if I do something you don't like." He trembled as he reached for her breasts. "Promise?" He waited until she nodded to cup them in his hands. They felt so soft, so full. The nipples were erect like his but she reacted even stronger when he touched them. Her bruises were yellowing and he tried to stay away from those as much as possible, but they were on her and he wanted to touch everything. Zoro's warm hands reached under her top to stroke through the silky bra she wore. When he went under the bra itself she began to move her hips, tensing them and groaning, amazed at how good it felt. He kissed ever so lightly just above one sensitive nipple and she cried out.

"More! Ah, god..." She shuddered all over, pleasure overcoming any other emotion she was feeling. Faster than she would have thought possible she was naked to the waist, his mouth hungrily working at her breasts. He hadn't hurt her with his swift movements - her clothing was tossed aside with abandon as he pressed his face to her chest. He covered her breasts with kisses, pausing from time to time to gently stroke with his hands and heft them to his lips. When he started to suckle she began to tug on his back, trying to pull him where she wanted him to be. Zoro didn't move his head but his eyes glanced up.

"You sure?"

"Y- yes. Just lay on me slow." She was panting, face hot with yearning but also uncertain.

"I still have pants on," he rumbled, reminding her. "It's all right." His low, raspy voice calmed her. It was Zoro. He would never hurt her.

She trusted him.

She wanted him.

It was okay.

Elly lay back, letting his bulky form wrap her in steely-smelling heat. He kissed her neck on the bruise Sanji had made earlier. She clutched at his back warningly but stopped when he began rubbing his lips on it, licking. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he started to nip and suck.

"Z - Zoro, that's..."

"My mark," he growled. "You'll wear mine, wouldn't you?" He kissed it lingeringly. "Better than before. Not his. Mine." Something in the way he said this made her think he didn't entirely mean just the love bite. She choked back tears, nodding. Then she realized he couldn't see the nod.

"Give it to me," she agreed, tilting her neck back.

"Yes," he whispered wonderingly. He hadn't expected that. That was a tender spot, one that had been brutally attacked before. For her to give it so readily to him... a soft sound forced itself out of his throat. He didn't hear it; he was too busy making sure he left a mark without injuring her. He didn't even hear his voice, rough and low as he spoke the same words almost pleadingly. "My poor cat," he moaned, allowing himself to rub his hard erection on her below, allowing himself to want her all the way. "Little kitten..." With each word that fell from his mouth she felt stung, harder and harder, her heart unable to contain the emotion. He grew louder and louder until Elly responded, curling her legs around his waist with her hands slipping lower, gripping his rear tightly.

"Yes!" Pure desire, clean and healthy with no taint of uncertainty or embarrassment. The swordsman heard her shout and added one of his own; a full-throated battle cry, a yell of victory.

"So sweet," she sighed as he removed her soft jeans and panties. "Feels so sweet..." Elly's thighs twitched when he touched them, gently stroking close to her trembling body. She felt his silk-swathed manhood slowly drag across her there, miming the act that he wanted to perform with her. Her lower belly clenched with the feeling she'd had when she thought of him on those long nights: good desire. He made her want him in such a wonderful way. Zoro's hand petted her below and he blinked, surprised, when his hand came away damp. She blushed. "You know that's supposed to happen."

"Ahh." He was fumbling for something at his side. "Damn thing..." He grunted, pulling up the tube Chopper had gave him before.

"Not yet," she whispered. Zoro dropped the lubricant. His hand grasped it instinctively a second later so it didn't fall to the ground but his eyes were miles away. Her hands traced his hardened penis, erasing all thought, cramping him with need and getting him harder than he'd have thought possible. It hurt. It was a dumb thing to think - he knew it -- but it hurt so damned good.

"Wait," he heard himself pleading. "Wait, little one - unnnh..." He strained, sweat rolling off his bunched arms, down his rounded shoulders, past his neck. Ah, shit. He wanted to show her, do this with and for her, but if she kept this up he wouldn't last. Her hand on him was something he could never have imagined. It was soft and delicate and ticklish, playful and loving. Her fingertips curled around his aching head and tugged lightly. Zoro choked, feeling a gentle thrill as a small fount of pre-ejaculatory fluid slipped out of him. It stained the thin fabric of his pants and he shot a quick glance at her to see if she noticed.

"You all right?" Her hand touched his cheek. Zoro laughed roughly, closing his eyes and shaking his head in disbelief. She was asking him if he was okay.

"Fine," he panted. "But these have to go now." He lifted himself on one arm and pushed the offending clothing down with his other. Elly bit her lip as she saw his briefs were stretched snugly across his groin. He absently kicked the pants away and placed his hands under the elastic of his underwear, clearly intending to pull them off as well. She took a deep breath and watched, carefully steeling herself in case she panicked.

"All right." She happened to look sideways for a second and saw his face. All worries vanished. He looked more frightened than she was right now; sweaty, nervous and almost panicking. His face was almost purple. Elly ran a hand down his chest, lightly tracing the scar down and further. Her other had curled around the back of his neck and drew him close to her again. He was thick but not long; the hair that lightly dusted his pubic area was a darker green than his hair, almost black. Fully erect and wet, his penis glistened in the dim light of his cabin. And he was frowning at the lubricant again. "Zoro."

"Eh?!" He almost dropped it again.

"Give it to me."

"Yeah, okay." He handed it over, thinking she would know how much she wanted.

"Oops." She opened the cap and squeezed more out than she intended. "Be still..."

"Shit! That's cold!"

"Sorry." She giggled. Zoro groaned.

"Not very romantic," he half apologized as he shivered with reaction. The lubricant had been applied not only to him but her as well. He was still concerned about his lover. He bent down and whispered in her ear. "I'm still ready but now you're not."

"I'm -"

"Not ready." He slipped a finger inside her, relishing the way her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth parted in abandon. It couldn't hurt if she looked that happy. Then again his body was thicker than his finger. He added a second when she didn't complain and moved it in and out, mimicking the act of love as delicately as his hand could.

"Z - Zoro, there..." Eh? He blinked. His hand had brushed above her sex, near the top of the soft pink folds. He nudged with a fingertip and was rewarded with a low, steady moan for his actions. The swordsman's eyes narrowed in thought and he brought his body to bear, carefully guiding the tip of his erection to that area. Elly gasped and sank her fingernails into his shoulder blades.

"Here?" His abdomen rippled as he slid the head of his penis against her. The little stabs on his back were delicious; the pleasure he felt from rubbing on her wet, open body mingled with those pulsing digs. "Cat, I - I want to..."

He couldn't finish. He needed. He not only needed for his body to finish but he needed to hear her sigh with pleasure instead of cry in pain like she had before. Instead of rubbing he pushed forward and in on the next stroke. It was fast, too fast and he knew it but she didn't stop him. Zoro forced himself to take a deep breath and then kissed her, pressing forward the rest of the way. Fresh tears mingled with the kiss and he wrapped an arm around her and angled his body so he wasn't all the way on top of her but to one side. His massive muscle strength and agility allowed him to do this and more; he could have broken the bed with his lovemaking but their silhouettes barely seemed to move.

"Oh my god." Lost. She was lost and couldn't think - no thought, all senses. His back was slippery with sweat as she gripped it. His heat filled her, the gentle stroking adding to what his fingers had already started. Her belly tightened and relaxed, in a state of constant flux as he loved her.

"Not god," he grunted into her ear, his breath ticklish. "Wouldn't do what I'm doing to you."

"Zoro!" She bit his neck, a tease that grew serious when he cautiously thrust a little harder. The big man grinned ...and all of a sudden his tension broke. His eyes squeezed shut, his face contorted into a wild grimace. He held himself still while he came, gripping the sides of the bed with all his might to avoid plunging inside of her like he wanted to. It was like the release of some searing fire inside him; the relief was as great as the delight. He came for what seemed like an unusually long time, still and quiet above her but for his heavy breathing. He wheezed above her for a short while, slowly coming back to reality.

"Uh." Sweat drops flew as he jerked backwards. She - she hadn't come, had she? Some partner he was!

"Wow." Her hands were still wrapped around him. They slowly began massaging his muscles. It felt good, but he shook his head so sternly at her that she froze.

"Did you...?" It was as close as he could struggle to asking what he wanted.

"Almost." She smiled weakly when he groaned, dropping his head onto the pillow beside her.

"No. Not almost." He carefully pulled himself out of her. His hand now inserted itself between their bodies, wiggling, finger pad going directly for that spot that made her gasp before. "Never almost." He kissed her hard this time, his tongue as insistent as his hand. Elly whimpered his name as he rolled the flaps of flesh around, parting them and finding the little nub dripping with lubricant, her own personal mixed with that from the tube they'd used. One finger dipped inside while another rubbed in circular motions. And again he kissed her. He didn't allow her to say anything; his mouth dominated hers completely. He swallowed her moans and cries, eagerly teasing more out of her until she began to shake underneath him. Zoro broke the kiss and lapped at her lower lip while she sang his name. He watched with a new feeling flooding his heart as Elly came for him. She was so precious in orgasm. Her mouth was parted, chest heaving. Teardrops of pleasure trembled at the corners of her eyes.

"Oh!" She had fallen back onto the bed. He flopped beside her, his body finding a comfortable position along hers in moments. They rested quietly for a time without speaking. Zoro found himself slipping blissfully into a deep sleep but before he let himself sink all the way down he nuzzled, kissing her on the cheek. Strange how that came so naturally, a gesture he would have never have imagined himself doing.

"Won't let anyone hurt you again," he promised. Elly sighed. She thought that maybe she could find peace with her life once more. It would take awhile, but if she had the green-haired swordsman beside her she could do anything.