Just Because

oct 30 07




"Yikes!" It was unlike her to scream so loud but her tail had been unceremoniously grabbed. Elly whisked around, eyes narrow. "What're you doing?!"

"Get over here."

"What?!" Even louder. She snorted and pointed at the big man she faced. He was a good five inches taller than she was and bulked large in front of her. Zoro rolled his shoulders back. Elly's, in contrast, fell when he did this. Damned idiot. He was getting even more arrogant with her now. It didn't help that when he so much as looked at her she melted like some hormone-struck teenager. The swordsman had just rolled out of bed from where he had been napping moments before. His face still looked sleepy and she squashed her emotions down into a little bundle for later. He looked so cute. "Gah!"

"Said c'mere." He simply stood, naked to the waist with no haramaki, arms open and waiting. Elly was about to protest when she found she'd already walked right into his embrace. Zoro's chin settled comfortably on top of her hair. "Good," he grunted. His hand slid up the base of her tail and roughly squeezed.

Shit!

Elly's knees wobbled. "I can't stand up when you do that," she gasped weakly.

"I know." His palm stroked, running up the length of the striped fur and coming to the doubled, white-tipped end. His other arm was wrapped tightly around her, hand resting gently on her back. "Turn around."

"Oh Zoro, please don't..."

"What?"

"You know what being behind me does, fool! I'm a nekomata, remember? A 'stupid cat'?"

"I remember." He flipped her even though she was bracing herself to stop him. As he did he grasped her waist from behind and pulled, falling back on the bed. She landed softly on his lap with his hands warm against her.

"Damn tail," she heard him mutter.

"Exactly."

"Ha!" It had flicked across his face and he spluttered. But one hand slid under her rear and he pushed her to the floor. "Down."

"Zoro!"

"Damn it!" He snapped roughly. "I'm not kidding, cat! You wanted this, didn't you? Just get down!"

Wanted...? Her ears flicked up. Yes, she remembered. She'd been chatting with some of the girls when she thought he hadn't been around. About what it was like having sex as a cat. She had explained that she didn't know exactly and never would. But there were some things she knew that felines did and liked. They had been curious and she had told them everything she could.

For instance, the tail was a sensitive and proud spot. It was considered highly insulting to grab at or touch it - unless you were coupled with someone. When your partner stroked it, squeezing the bottom near the rear it was enough to bring tears to your eyes. When a female's tail went up it was an invitation to sex.

"All right," he murmured. Zoro was sitting comfortably on the low bed pulling her towards him. He brushed her tail aside with one hand as it waved around in front of his face and concentrated on helping her strip. As she pulled her shirt off and felt him unzipping her shorts she gulped. He was now standing over her, looming, lurking, his warmth and scent almost overpowering her. She felt his chest on hers and then Zoro was nipping at her neck, growling low under his breath.

Cats didn't kiss, really - they couldn't. She'd grinned when the girls had been shocked but reminded them they had fangs. It was a bit difficult to kiss with muzzles and sharp teeth in the way. Licking was affectionate, biting was sexual. A male with the act of love on his mind would often bite the sensitive neck of the female, brushing his fangs across the tender area in a show of possessiveness. The pheromones they secreted in their cheeks were used too...

"Mine," the big man husked. He was rubbing his cheek against hers from behind, making a sound that could only be described as a rumbling purr. Her purple side locks got in the way and he tucked them back like she usually did. Her ears laid completely back submissively, instinctively. Elly's fingernails dug into the wooden planks. Zoro marked her though he didn't have the glands she did. He accepted her scenting, too, even though it must have been odd for him to feel the slight dampness. She knew he probably couldn't smell it but it was her essence - a set of initials that any animal would smell and know they were together.

Cats made love differently than humans did - unless the humans were experimenting. The female in front and the male behind, always. This was their nature. The sex was usually rough and it was generally believed the more wild the male was the more he loved the female he was with. She trembled. Zoro was the strongest human male she had come into contact with. She didn't know if she could stand it.

"You sure you want to...?" She felt his breath on her neck and heard the soft thump of fabric behind. He'd kicked his pants off or something. Yes, pants. She could smell his arousal now, stronger that his penis was exposed to the air. The musky scent caused her to toss her head up, sniffing quickly. Zoro's voice was the lowest she'd ever heard it and when he spoke it was directly into her twitching ear.

"Ch', cat, quiet." Stern, so stern. She shuddered again. Demanding. It aroused certain feelings in her she wasn't able to suppress. "I'm your mate and I want to mount you. Do as I say." Her jaw dropped and all the blood rushed into her face. She froze, which was exactly what he wanted her to do. He dropped to his knees behind her, his face as bright red as hers. It helped that she was already in front of him. Zoro wanted to do this for her but he still had a problem with talking out loud during sex. His arms bunched as he gripped her sides, angling towards her. This was awkward and she couldn't help since she was stunned into immobility. He had to do it all himself. Muscles rippled as he twisted around. He finally gave up and used his hands to guide his member inside her body. When he entered her it was perfect - she fit him like one of his sheathes fit his katana. Except she was hot, so much hotter. Zoro groaned deeply. His head rolled backwards, eyes closed, and he listened to the grating sound of her claws curling up splinters of wood.

Yes.

He remembered what he had to do and tensed himself, trying to bring as much of his strength to bear that wouldn't harm her. But he stopped right before thrusting forward to stare at her. Her head was down, her ears loose and flopping to either side. She couldn't even hold them back anymore. She was without clothes, her pale skin seeming to glow in the pale light of the aquarium surrounding the room. The purple fur of her tail felt like silk under his palms as he palmed it one last time.

"Be ready," he husked. He thrust forward eagerly, bringing his hips and lower belly into contact with the softness. He could never admit it openly, but the light tickling of her tail against his chest was something he dreamed of at night. Zoro panted hoarsely.

He had to do this right.

He had to do it hard.

He fell over her body like an avalanche of lust and desire. If she didn't feel mauled she wasn't going to feel loved. Wasn't that the point? Sweat flew from his tanned body as he rose and fell in the steady rhythm of his lovemaking. His hands were braced on the bed now and he was leaning completely over her, covering all of her body with his and panting on her neck. Body fluid dripped; moist sounds accompanied his smacking thrusts. Elly had begun to utter soft little mewling sounds with every jerk forward he gave. His skin slid deliciously along his engorged member and Zoro snapped out of the haze he was in when he heard a man's voice crying out. His lips were parted, his throat dry. A man's voice - had to be his. What had he been shouting? Had he been saying something? All was a blur. He just needed more. More of his cat.

She was quiet because she had begun listening to the muscular man behind her. Maybe he didn't know he was talking, she thought, gasping when he began speaking things she had never heard him say before. Strange things... un-Zoro-like things. His gruff voice told her intimate things about his body she didn't know. He moaned how perfect it felt inside her, all tight and wet and warm. She shook her head, amazed. More of her. That's what he wanted.

"Ah, kitten, all the way inside of you." Zoro licked his lips and moved faster, rocking into her body. His fists were clenched, eyes squeezed shut. His breathing was ragged and when he did open his eyes he saw spots dancing in front of them. He shut them quickly and kissed her neck. "More," he grated. "You want more of me? All of it?"

"Yes," was the weak reply that drifted up to his ears.

"You sure?" He panted, slowing slightly. "I didn't use any protection, kit." He caught her ear tip in his mouth and bit gently, teasingly.

"Oh my god..." She should have realized that. He felt more slick, the sex smoother. And he was pulling out a lot farther than he normally would when he reared backwards. She clawed frantically at the sheets below her. Mating. They were really mating. He would actually come inside of her, spill his essence and leave her satisfied in a whole new way.

"Ah!" A wild thrill ran down his belly. Oh, she was squirming under him, his love, calling his name and crying out, no - she was screaming. Screaming his name in rapture every time he thrust back in. He was stroking her to orgasm and he felt his building as her body tightened around him. His abdomen contracted and he let out a great breath of air. "I'm naked inside you," he goaded further, growling. Little bangs of green hair fell over his forehead and sweat trickled down his neck, his back, his buttocks.

"Yes, Zoro!"

"Gonna come inside you." Amazingly, he was slowing down. His movements had become concentrated, thrusting upwards and deeper. He buried himself in blissful sexual heat.

"Oh Zoro, yes."

"You want it all? Hot, warm... me?" Her answer was a long, quavering whine. "Shh," he whispered soothingly. "S'okay." He paused.

"Zoro, I..."

"Mnn, wait," he gasped. He convulsed behind her, thighs flexing. "Nnnn, nngh - rrgh!" Oh, to hear him losing control so clearly! Her body shook with the force of her release. And while she shivered through her orgasm he was starting his. Zoro made the sexiest sounds when he came, almost like he was fighting. As she wound down she listened in a dreamy state of utter contentment. She loved it when he finished inside her.

For his part, her body clamped down on his and urged him to finish. Zoro grit his teeth together and dropped a hand to the base of his penis, circling it with a fist. He held himself still while he came. It felt like boiling fire, a relief as much as release when it shot out of him and inside her body. The big man's face was flushed and his eyes hooded as he gently squeezed and encouraged his body to expel every last bit he could possibly give her.

"Zoro?"

"Milking myself," and he did manage to urge a few trickles more. Then he choked and winced sharply. Shit! Too much. Damn it, that hurt. He hoped it was enough to make her remember this for a long time. When he pulled away from her she stayed in the position she'd been in for a long moment. Her tail was drooping off to the side where he had shoved it out of his way but it slowly began to lash her flanks.

"Why?" She gasped, turning her head to the side to look back at him. But he just shrugged.

"Because," was all he said.

Retribution

*after "Take it like a Man"

She remembered his voice, the dark growl of last night when she had toyed with him in a way that he ended up liking. But he couldn't let what she had done to him go without a little payback...

She was thinking he'd wait until night time to fulfill his promise but he was everywhere. From the moment she woke up by his side, curled in a protective little cuddle he was with her. In the shower, caressing her from behind when she closed her eyes to rinse the shampoo from her hair. When she made breakfast, kissing her neck and lingering around when it was time to clean up so he could snap her rear with the towel he was holding. He even held her on his lap when she made the list of supplies they needed for the week.

It was, shall we say, more than a little distracting. Especially as the big man strolled around sans shirt all day and as an added touch he was freshly shaved with cologne splashed on his neck. It was shocking, to say the least. He had only used the "man's perfume" (as he disdainfully called it) once before, on Valentine's Day. 

The stars were starting to peek out from the sky and the cry of small seabirds resounded in the otherwise still night air. It was finally after dinner and she was making coffee in their small kitchen. Elly heard the caws of the gulls and paused to smile. They were close to land, she mused. She wondered if the next town they stopped at might have a decent butcher shop so they could get some fresh meat...

Elly shivered.

"Stop it," she grumbled. "You've been teasing me all day." The swordsman had slipped behind her without a sound. His hands reached around her and started petting her breast. "Damn it, Zoro..." His hand toyed with a sensitive nipple, pinching lightly and making it perk through her tank top.

"What?" He didn't stop but crowded closer behind, nuzzling her neck. She swallowed and tried to step away but he followed as though they were one. His body was warm and his touch barely there on her neck. He flicked his tongue out and she bit her lip. The position was excruciating for her. He kissed her again and bumped her rear with his groin in a not-too-subtle way. She hissed, her arousal suddenly streaking up to her belly where butterflies spasmed and fluttered. That's the way certain animals made love, and what other species did she spend most of her time in?

"Stupid cat," he murmured in her ear.

"Is this my punishment for last night?" She asked. "Tormenting me like this?"

"This isn't punishment." His earrings jingled musically. He was so close to her that she could hear the long gold clips tinkling together quite clearly. Roronoa Zoro shifted his swords in the loop on his haramaki as he moved against her.

"Really?" she sniffed in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Really," he responded with a chuckle. "Getting even, yes. Punishment...no."

"Ha!" She had, however, started to shake. She hadn't been able to relieve herself from last night's pleasurable strain and the tension within her was unbelievable. The butterflies were birds now, flapping around and causing her to clench the counter. Her blood was on fire. She couldn't move but every muscle seemed to want to strain and break free. Zoro's big hand kept stroking her chest as he kissed her neck and side of her cheek. He also kept talking, something strange for the usually quiet swordsman.

"Told you what I'd do." The big man literally purred and then pointed at the coffee pot. "Save that for later." He withdrew his hand and placed it on hers.

"Later?"

"You'll want something warm to soothe your throat." He kissed the spot in question, a serious kind of kiss that stayed in place just long enough to feel like it was burning into her skin. She shuddered.

"What're you going to do?"

He snorted.

"If I told you, wouldn't be a surprise." He scooped her legs up and swung her into his arms. "Maybe ... just want to make love." Elly's glorious purple eyes grew bright and shiny. He'd never said that before. She clung to his massive neck, trying to bite back the tears that wanted to slip out. She buried her head, struggling with the emotion that flooded through her. Since she'd hidden her face she didn't see his grin of triumph as he walked purposely forward. He strode through the Cutter's narrow corridors and into their bedroom, being careful as always to not whack his head on the low rafters. Zoro sat down on their bed, swinging her around into his lap. His arms slipped low around her waist.

"That was sneaky," she whispered into his chest.

"Oi, lift your head, kitten," he said just as quietly. "Pirates cheat. Thought you knew that."

"Bah," she mumbled. "You don't cheat."

"Trick, then." He grinned. He stroked her back through the cotton top she wore, pressing her more firmly into his bare chest. He knew she loved his stomach - especially the scar -- and it would arouse her if she was encouraged to touch and smell his bare skin. It had been tricky, he amended to himself as she sighed and began the inevitable kisses along the twisted flesh that had split apart twice before healing. He was an abrupt sort of man. If he wanted her, he would usually just grasp her about the waist and kiss her. She got the point immediately most of the time. Zoro had two sorts of kisses; one was all business and the other type more gentle. That isn't to say he didn't vary them but when he wanted her body it was more than obvious without a single spoken word.

This new tactic amazed him. It was fun! He understood a little more behind ero-cook's flirting now, though he would never tell the blond man this. The reactions one got, if you got them, were highly satisfying. Elly had become more pliant against his touch all day until now when she was yielding so completely to his most subtle advances. It was like stalking your prey before attacking them. If he had thought about it in those terms he'd have tried it sooner, he mused with an inner chuckle. He laid back against the wall, still seated on their tiny bed, and closed his eyes. That scar, a constant reminder of his loss to Mihawk those many years ago was not only a reminding badge of honor but a part of him that she loved. Sometimes he wasn't sure which was more important and that both shocked and disturbed him.

He wasn't losing his original goal but gaining a person that shared it with him, he thought in a burst of insight unusual for him. Zoro blinked.

"Oi," he said, bending to speak into her hair. He loved her hair. It wasn't long but it smelled good, for one thing; a light scent of lavender. He couldn't see or smell that kind of flower without thinking of her now. He pressed his lips against her scalp, murmuring softly. "Look up for a minute." She lifted her eyes in the middle of a kiss.

"What?"

"You forget?" He caught the back of her head in one hand and tilted it back. Her dark eyes widened.

"Zoro, wait, I just remembered something."

"Eh?" His face was inches from hers.

"Um...I forget?" Her smile was infectious. He grinned back and crushed his mouth to hers, cutting off anything else she might have added. Elly was already shaking under his advances, her body tense as she wondered what he was going to do. For now he seemed to be content with holding her on his lap, facing him, kissing her as hard as he could. Zoro pulled back slightly, licking her swollen lips for a moment before attacking them again. A gasp whistled out of her when his tongue thrust again and again, warring with her own and exploring her entire mouth. When she tried to lean back his grip tightened. The big man sighed and locked the muscles in those thick arms. His eyebrow raised sardonically when she panicked; of course he wouldn't hurt her. Elly felt abashed when she finally gathered enough courage to look into his dark eyes. The little green bangs that fell across his forehead trembled as he shook his head.

"Stay still," he rumbled gruffly, squeezing her once. His hold was secure, his arms encircling her waist and pinning her own to her sides. His hands rested lightly on her back and were digging in a little. She swallowed but the blockage in her throat didn't clear. His eyes! The raw sexual promise was so intense to be almost a threat. And she had right to worry, seeing as he was "paying her back" for her little prostate experiment the other night. She blinked hard, trying to clear her mind but he darted forward and nipped her neck. He moved with lightning speed, whisking around at the same moment that she was distracted and grasping her wrists in his hands. His teeth caught her skin and bruised it as much as he had done with her mouth; he sucked and licked and bit ravenously. Elly's stomach muscles tightened and she cried out softly as the swordsman drew blood. A faint speckle, a gathering that seeped only lightly to the surface of her skin but he was lapping hungrily all the same.

"Damn..." I bet that's a killer hickey, she thought, dazed. The sting was being methodically washed away by Zoro's hot tongue. He kissed the mark he'd made, then paused to breathe heavily against her.

"Cat." He spoke her name quietly.

"Zoro?"

"If I do anything that hurts you, tell me to stop." He stared directly into her eyes. "Say stop." He licked his lips, gazing hotly at the dark red bruise still forming on her pale neck.

"All right."

"You'd better," he husked. "Or I won't." He stressed this by lifting her wrist and pulling it up to his face. He kissed the palm then licked it, slowly dragging his tongue along the soft skin. He was still staring at her, more deliberately than ever. Elly tossed her head nervously when a long lock of purple hair fell across her lips. Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her skin, her body too-warm and responsive to his every touch. Zoro's eyes widened almost imperceptibly and she caught her breath right before he moved. His knees bucked her up in the air, hands leaving her wrists to catch her waist and slam her down onto the bed with more force than he'd ever used. He was fast - so fast, and she moaned as he fell on top of her and began kissing her again. His legs pinned her lower half and she tried to move her arms but there was nowhere to hide. He hissed and snatched them up easily. Now she was completely restrained.

All the while he was kissing her, gentle brushes of lips and mouthing that belied his grasp on her body. He felt so perfect against her, pushing her down, his muscles bunching powerfully. She wanted more with every growl of possession he uttered. And that was what it was, she thought when he breathed her name in her ear. Roronoa Zoro was possessing her utterly, causing her to submit to him. It might seem the perfect "punishment" to him, a man that hated weakness. This would be submissive sex, utterly open to what he wanted. He had even stained her pale skin with a love bite so fierce she knew it would be weeks before it started to disappear. Elly began to whimper.

"Going to scream for me, kitten," he panted. As if she needed a reminder! His teeth caught a mouthful of cotton and pulled. She cried out in alarm but he yanked hard, tearing the cloth away and exposing her chest.

"Oh my god!"

Ha. That had gotten her attention. Zoro snapped his teeth together and tossed the dry mouthful away. He wanted to see her shocked, hear her make noises she hardly made and eventually, yes, scream for him. He could wait on the scream but he wanted to wipe the thoughtful look off her face. Her tank top was now open on either end, breasts heaving in his face. He swore he could almost hear her heart beating. Oh, how he liked this. His tongue snaked out again and curled against sweaty skin, licking and teasing. She asked him something and he snorted. Stupid cat. She did taste good and he proceeded to tell her not in words, but by licking every inch of her exposed skin he could reach within the radius of her chest. He muttered impatiently when he reached the silk of her bra.

"Promise me." He kissed the hollow between and looked up at her from his odd angle, cheek resting on her left breast. He looked oddly endearing this way and she felt a rush of love in her heart for him.

"What, Zoro?"

"Stay still while I take this off." He blinked languidly. "Or I'll rip this, too."

"Don't you dare," she grumbled. "You know those are expensive. I'll be good."

"You'd better." He released her to unsnap the front of her bra, pulling it forward and then up as she extended her arms over her head to help him. Her breasts bobbed once then fell, free. Zoro kissed one fleetingly. "This one's smaller," he muttered half to himself.

"What?"

"This one." He licked the sensitive nipple and she shivered. "It's smaller than the other one."

"No one has perfectly sized breasts." She shrugged as well as she could in her position. Zoro chuckled and she found herself nearly smothered with his body within the span of her next heartbeat. She didn't have time to make a sound, any sound - not even a gasp or a moan. He was fast and he had pinned her once more to the mattress. This time there was a significant change in her situation as he had thrust a hand down between them and yanked her bottoms off. The underwear was grabbed as well as the jeans, leaving her completely nude underneath the panting swordsman. He was still wearing pants though his chest was bare and the contrast was delightful; soft silky smooth below, big and rough above. Again he wasted not a moment's time but kissed her deeply on the mouth, taking from her in a greedy was she had never experienced from him before. When he let up for air she finally gasped.

"Quiet." He kissed her again and again until she gave up trying to be a part of the thrusting, nipping, licking madness. She relaxed, surrendering to the flow and ebb of the big man's muscles against her body and his tongue in her mouth. Then Zoro rumbled, his endless flow of kisses stilled at last. "Better," he told her happily. She didn't know how he had done it but some time during his dizzying display of affection he had shed the rest of his clothing. His pants and underwear were gone and it was very difficult for her remain quiet as a hotter than hot steely length pushed at her belly. She didn't know what to expect and it was actually a little frightening, being at the mercy of this man that could cut iron with his weapons and easily lift hundreds of pounds with a single arm. His eyes were deadly serious, calm and centered with some dreadful purpose.

Elly thought she knew what that purpose was but she didn't realize how he was going to go about doing it. His muscles locked tight, securing his grip on her above and below to make sure she couldn't squirm or fall. Zoro trembled all over with tension and took a deep breath.

"Oh!" The word was startled out of her as his body slammed into hers without any pretense at all. There was faint pain but the sudden stabbing caused a thrill of pleasure to burst in her lower belly. She gasped and was immediately attacked by more of those savage kisses while he thrust. The poor bed creaked alarmingly, the headboard shuddering in a steady beat as he loved her like he'd always wanted to, without restraint. She would have clutched at his back and tried to desperately cling to him with her legs if she'd been free but he held her tighter still. His face was a mask of concentration, his brow furrowed, eyes squeezed shut with sweat dripping down his cheeks. Or were they tears? She would have kissed them to find out but she couldn't move. The hard, rough strokes were bringing on a new kind of pleasure that she welcomed gladly; she threw her head back and groaned as he pounded on.

His breath rattled in his throat, his muscles tensing and releasing; the second greatest pleasure he indulged in. Combining them both was more than sex, it was an endless orgasm. He built, released, then built again even as his member thickened and swelled within her body, preparing for the end. Too fast, he thought. He had to stop it. Zoro snarled - not in anger but frustration -- and reached down as he pulled back. His hand curled around the base of his penis and he squeezed tightly. Elly jerked in his hold as he coughed loudly, grimacing with all his teeth bared. He sagged towards her and she sighed, started to relax.

"Not yet," he whispered. She looked sharply up and saw he was grinning wickedly, two hectic spots of color on his cheeks amidst the slick sheen of sweat from his exertions.

"But, but you..."

"Not... yet." His grin grew wider when she swallowed with an audible gulp.

"But!"

"Stopped myself." He winced and began to pant again.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Ha!" It was the only thing he said, a sharp exclamation of disdain for such feelings. Pain was nothing. What mattered was results. When she would have spoken again he kissed her, driving his tongue inside her mouth with such passion that she was pushed deeply into the pillows. Zoro growled deep in his throat and sucked on her tongue, dipping his hips below in a way that caused her to utter a muffled wheeze.

"More, more," she cried, shuddering against him as a delicious orgasm spread up from her belly. "Oh, Zoro, yes!"

"Better," he snickered. "But not good enough." He arched his back, shoulders moving powerfully. She heard a few things crackle when he did and he grimaced with different pleasure. After his stretch he seemed fresh as when he first began and she was tormented by his strength and agility for a few more breathless minutes. She didn't know what he was trying for - she'd already came once, wasn't that all that was possible? Breathing was next to impossible as he held Elly down and ravished her with all his might. Their bed popped with a deep sproinging sound and she yelped when the side caved in. The headboard was already showing signs of wear from being slammed into the wall repeatedly. Zoro ignored the cot's impending doom as he thrust and thrust. His face was strained with pleasure at the chance to love her fully and completely. Her next cry caught in her throat when she saw him cracking an eyelid down at her. Instead she twisted in his iron grip.

"Can I," she panted, "at least hold you?" He thought about this for a moment, bending to swipe her lips with his tongue.

"Safer this way," he grunted and held her wrists up in a different position, closer to each other. One big hand gripped both as he reached down to touch her. He had to rear back as he did so there would be room. The position would have left her amazed anew at his inhuman strength if she hadn't been so caught up in what he was doing. He gripped himself and angled so he could rub directly against her already spent clit. It was difficult to push up and in at the same time but he was soon working at as maddening a pace as before. His lover's body twitched and pulled at his flesh and he heard her crying out below him.

"It's too much, it's too much!" She squirmed and whimpered but he didn't relent. It was burning like fire, making her hips jerk to try and get away from him one moment and longing to ride him the next. Her hair caught in her mouth and she spat it out with the next lingering squeal. "Zoro, please! Too sensitive!"

"Say stop," he whispered ticklishly in her ear.

But she didn't.

The swordsman chuckled, kissing her sweaty neck and holding her down, knowing he couldn't stay his release for much longer even if he had learned a new trick or two. The thought made him give more of himself, thighs straining, pressing, pushing. A chip of wood cracked off the headboard and he smiled. He'd told her before that thing wasn't strong enough for him but he'd never tested it. His heart swelled within his chest and he shook his head, drops flying from his glistening neck. Zoro lowered his upper body so she could only see cropped green hair in front of her glazed eyes. She felt his stomach muscles tighten and he shuddered all over. Her body sparked, heat uncoiled in her loins for he was kissing her again, hard, panting and husking her name, the special one he called her when they were alone. The sensitive flame he relentlessly stoked had renewed into something strong, an impossibility. He let go of her wrists and she grabbed at him helplessly. Trying to hold him was like shoving at a huge animal mauling her with all its might. She finally managed to grab his shoulders and dug her nails in as he slid into her tired body deeper than he'd managed before.

Elly's scream was wild, unadulterated joy. She wept, she trembled above and below. She never knew. She'd thought it was some myth girls told to make others jealous. Her second orgasm spread through her and she scraped her nails across Zoro's back, causing him to snarl and snap at the air. His last thrust had been the one that ended everything. His tortured body snapped, held back for so long and unnaturally as he felt himself all the way inside her, snug and warm and tight. He'd paused a little too long to savor the thrill and before he knew it he was gasping hoarsely, all thought vanished from his mind. Everything went dark; the swordsman shut his eyes as tight as he could and in his throes of bliss he thought again how like death an orgasm must be. All was dark and he felt his seed, thick lines shooting out from him that were seemingly endless in that wonderful moment. Inside his love, who had come so loud for him. He growled, his strokes gentle now and waning as he slowly and purposefully milked every drop of semen he could into his fiancee. He had never felt such a crazy need to make certain, so certain, that she got it all. He dipped his head and kissed her on the mouth. Elly sniffled and kissed him back, her hands stroking his face.

"Told you," he said. He meant to make a light remark, pass things off like he usually did with a grumble, but this came out in a soft moan. Zoro's lip stuck out belligerently. Damn it, he thought, it wasn't enough that she made him want and need her so desperately. She made him weak even when he was proving his impossible strength. He rolled off her body and held her tightly against him while she trembled with fatigue. He'd been possessive and dominating tonight but he was coming to grips with the fact that they owned each other for some time now. She held him in as tight a grip not only with her mind and heart but something else. Something stronger. Such ideas were not natural for the big man and he only had the flashes of intuition when they were laying together after making love. He shrugged them off as a huge yawn caught him unawares. tomorrow they'd have to talk about a new bed, he thought sleepily before drifting off.

This one just hadn't been strong enough.

Take it like a Man

july 29 07

It was night time on the small boat they shared. A day of hard working outside had ended with a light dinner and a shower. Now they lay nude, side by side in the friendly darkness while the waves rocked their craft gently to and fro. The man yawned bone-crackingly and turned his head to stare at the woman laying beside him.

"Eh, stupid cat. You gonna sleep right away?" He raised his arms over his head and stretched, muscles rippling.

"What?" A soft mumble. "Zoro. I'm tired." Elly raised her head from the protective bundle of sheets she'd wrapped it in. "What's wrong?" He shrugged.

"You're over there." He thrust his lower lip out in a frown. Elly almost laughed, then saw he was serious - he wanted her to be closer to him and was grumpy about having to ask.

"Well, if you're that lonely," she murmured. "Here." She crawled between his legs, squirming around until she was laying on top of him. He grinned ferally.

"Much better!"

"Hmm." She snuggled against his big chest, absently kissing the scar like she always did. One of her hands trailed restlessly down his body. And then she had an idea. Her lavender eyes lit up with dark glee as she thought about it. Moving slowly, so as not to alarm him, she caressed further down.

"What?" He peered down at her. "You want me?" Her hand was indeed following the course he thought, low towards his sex. He'd started to twitch as soon as he mentioned it, one eye cracked open and one squinted nearly shut with a sleepy little tear peeking in the corner. She bypassed his soft flesh and slid under it, cupping his lightly haired balls and sliding further.

"Hey," he protested, his face quickly coloring. "What're you doing?" He jerked away from the feather light touch caressing the little strip of moist skin she found.

"Something I want to," she replied calmly. "You can stop me if it's too much, you know." That one simple statement triggered the big man's stubborn nature. He frowned, twisting around to stare directly in her face.

"I can take anything you give," he huffed. "Stupid ca-" Zoro suddenly swallowed loudly, his irritation giving way to shock. His eye twitched as she rubbed harder, the back of her hand smooth and pressing against his balls. His inner thighs spasmed at the trickle of lubricant she had added caused her touches to become more slippery.

"Good," she murmured. Her finger trailed downwards.

"Cat," he ground out warningly. "I'm not - I don't..."

"I know, love," she said sweetly. "But, I'll confess a little something to you right now." She took her other hand and slid it under the big man's nude ass, squeezing only a little.

"Shit!"

"I read all about this, and it turned me on." She bent and kissed his thigh. "I mean, look at you now. You're all spread wide open and as vulnerable as you'll ever get." Her finger tickled even lower, rubbing the fluid on the tightly puckered hole it found.

"I'm not..."

"I know. But I'm not another man, am I?" Elly gave him a very direct look. "Besides, this is supposed to feel good. How will you know if you don't try it?" More fluid trickled, tickling him and causing him to gasp. She added it generously but the tip of her finger still met with firm resistance. The tightness and feeling of entering him made her flush and start to pant. This was exciting! He lay underneath her, muscles rippling and pulsing under his tanned and sweaty skin. Zoro's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his mouth was partly open. He was, in fact, baring his teeth. The little pants that were escaping him and his rapidly stiffening member were proof that she wasn't hurting him, however. Far from it.

She fondly watched as he warred with himself. It must be pleasure, but he'd convinced himself that anything involving his ass would be homosexual and of course he was completely straight. She knew what was in his mind; he was proud of who he was and he knew who he was. The little challenge she'd made earlier had been the only way to get him to try this. If she was careful he might even enjoy it more than he thought possible. Elly took a deep breath. She barely moved, creeping inside the big man's virgin entrance until she had enough length to carefully thrust in and out, just once.

Zoro squeaked.

A tiny dry sound was forced out of his throat as his head shot up off the pillows. His eyes were huge with disbelief. God, the feeling of his woman doing this to him! Was this what she felt when he entered her? He choked but regained control quickly. His eyes immediately narrowed in disbelief at himself. What the hell had that noise been? How had it escaped him? He threw his shoulders back and settled down again, struggling to calm himself. But she wasn't making it easy. Zoro's breath blew out of him in another gasp when she curled her finger. This time she pressed further in and she brushed against his prostate.

He swore.

Loudly.

Elly's head snapped up in surprise when she felt his frantic movement. One of those big hands had wrapped eagerly around his now thoroughly erect penis and was stroking. She stared at him, mesmerized. His hand gripped tightly, squeezing the blood-engorged flesh and pulling it. His thumb came up and rubbed the plump head at one point, smearing a tiny bit of milky-white fluid down the length of his shaft. She stared until he grunted and spoke sharply to her.

"Aren't you supposed to be fucking me?" His choice of words were deliberately crude, his voice hoarse and savage. The words, spoken like they were and coming from him hit her like a blow. She reeled back.

"Zoro!"

"Damn it, cat," he snarled. "You wanted this. Help me finish!" Wide-eyed, she added another finger and he bucked towards her, actually helping the penetration. Elly blinked. This wild response was unbelievable. She shook herself and tried to concentrate, but his grunting and straining was really very distracting. If she closed her eyes it was even worse. All that she could hear was Zoro's growls and rough breathing. The sound of her fingers inside him was fluid and actually a bit humorous.

"How close are you?" She winced. He'd never...

"Harder, faster," he panted, staring down at her with those burning eyes. "You won't hurt me."

"I'll break my fingers off!" She protested, but managed to move more firmly inside him. His response was a guttural moan.

"Here. Give me your mouth. I need it."

"Zoro?" God, this was insane! He was holding himself straight up, beckoning with his right hand. His dark manhood was slick and drooling at the tip.

"Want your kiss here," he ground out. He paused, a smirk playing across his lips. "Holding back until you do."

"Damn your stamina." But she stopped. Zoro had bowed his head on his chest, wheezing. A few green strands of his hair fell as she watched, confused. He choked and jerked forwards once.

"Hurry," he hissed. Elly smiled delightfully. Oh, clever Zoro, she thought. He'd been bluffing. The big man was shaking all over, muscles strained and sweat glistening on his body. What was now dripping down his rigid shaft was a small fount of ejaculation. He'd already half come. She almost purred as she pushed herself up his body, fingers still moving below. She lapped once, licking the head clean and then softly kissing it.

The swordsman's body literally twisted in pleasure. She jerked quickly away as he writhed upwards, causing the tiny bed to creak alarmingly. Zoro's eyes were squeezed tightly shut in a fierce frown of pleasure. His mouth was open with a small fleck of saliva sparkling on his lower lip and his furtive shouting was loud. She watched him lovingly as he struggled with the orgasm climbing through him.

"Damn," he gasped. "So hard!" He arched backwards one more time and she felt his tightly puckered entrance squeeze against her fingers. Startled, she watched as a thick stream of pearly white erupted from his sex. It shot up with such force it hit the wall behind them. He gasped and did it again, lighter this time, splashing his own chest and crying out weakly. "Cat..."

His voice was trailing off.

"Yes, love?" She had removed her hand and was wiping it on a small washcloth they hid under the bed. It would do for the time being. She really wanted to wash it, though. It was all love and romance to do such a thing but after all, it was someone's ass.

"Come here." And then he moved. Elly yelped, purple hair flying. His arms had grabbed her around the middle and he pulled her directly up into his face. Her belly landed right on his chest with a squishing sound.

"Awww, right in the..." She stopped, faltering. Those dark eyes were hooded and his voice was chillingly soft.

"You think you were so clever there, didn't you?" He purred. She almost couldn't hear him. His lips scarcely moved and all she could see were those glittering powerful eyes. They held her in thrall as he squeezed her tightly.

"What? Zor-"

"Tomorrow."

"Eh?" She was breathing in little ragged puffs. His eyes!

"I'm going to make you scream so hard your throat will hurt." He caressed her rear, slipping low to slide a hand over her needy sex.

"Oh." It was all she could say. Her throat was working already, and she reached up and touched it with a trembling hand.

"Tomorrow," he repeated with an evil grin. He pulled her over by his side, curled up by his slightly sticky chest and promptly went to sleep.

"Zoro!"

"Gzzznnnt..."

Feline Jealousy

"Feline Jealousy"

orig. 7/20/2011

One Piece - Elly x Zoro, adult

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Elly sighed pensively as she sat in a darkened corner of the kitchen, watching the rain fall outside. It was relaxing listening to the thunder and the soft peeps of tiny little frogs near the water's edge. She wasn't alone, of course. All the rest of the crew were there and they were loud like they normally were. Amidst the clattering of plates and screaming of the captain for more her ears perked when she heard Zoro's name come up in conversation.

"No, I want to know," Sanji was saying in a low voice. He was grinning like an idiot as he leaned close to the other man. "You had this look when you came on board. It was that spicy little blond, right?"

Elly blinked.

Zoro just glared at the cook but he pressed on. "I know it was." He rolled his visible eye. "C'mon, share! You got laid, didn't you?"

She grit her teeth and tried not to listen, afraid she would cause a scene if she did. If there was anything she didn't want to do, it was tip anyone off about her feelings. It would be a disaster. She couldn't stop her tail from lashing about her legs angrily no matter how hard she tried, however.

And the fool cook kept going on and on. "She offered to rub his back for him 'cause he looked so tense," he snickered. Eventually Elly had the choice of leaving or being driven to tears right where she sat. She got up and walked as quickly to the door as she could.

"Shut up," Zoro muttered darkly.

"You had to have taken her up on her offer," the other said while he set a cup of coffee down in front of Robin. "Why else did you leave so fast?"

Elly broke down despite her best efforts. She slammed on the door with one little fist as hard as she could to open it. She was out of the room and pelting off down the hall a second later, trying to outrun the tears.

"You idiot," Nami hissed, slapping Sanji across his face. He tried to retain his composure but as usual, any form of contact with the red haired girl caused him to become a senseless idiot. She ignored him as he wriggled around, fawning all over her, and pointed at Zoro instead.

"I didn't do anything!" The swordsman protested gruffly.

"That's what you did wrong!"

Elly finally made it out to the open air. She flung herself under the tree where she normally watched him during the day, dashing the tears from her cheeks with one hand. She admitted to herself that she was being childish; she knew that. But she just couldn't seem to help it. She felt like something was missing if he wasn't around, something that was very important and that she needed to live.

Silly, yes.

Melodramatic? Certainly.

But true. She made a little face as she considered this, her ears laying back in irritation. She could only imagine how much respect she would lose in his eyes if he knew. A shadow slipped over the ground at her feet and she jumped up, alarmed.

"You little idiot," Zoro grumbled. He'd followed her after she stormed out. She huffed angrily and tried to push past him but he grabbed her forearm. "Cut that out."

"Let go!"

"No," he said so firmly that she froze in the middle of lifting a leg up to knee him in the groin.

"Come on, I was being stupid. As usual," she added grimly. "It shouldn't matter what you do in your free time."

"I didn't do anything."

"What?"

"I left. You should know I'm not like that pervert," he spat out with such vehemence she flinched a little. "I won't fight anyone that isn't skilled and she wouldn't go away. I had to leave."

"Are you trying to reassure me?"

"Why would I need to do that?" Now he looked amused. Elly cursed silently at herself and wriggled a little. He loosened his grip, but instead of letting her go he placed another hand on the rough bark of the tree on the other side.

"You don't." She tried a smile but it came out all wrong. Almost absently Zoro lifted a hand and stroked a lock of hair back from her face. The gesture shocked her into insensibility and she choked a little, unable to say anything else. The big man stared intently into her eyes for a very long time.

"You should have been there," he finally grunted.

"So I could keep them off you?" Elly's eyes hardened. "Like your personal girl repellant?"

"Stop getting angry," he snapped, dropping her arm to take her by the shoulders.

"How am I supposed to not get ..."

"Did you want to help with my back?"

"What?" She blinked, startled.

"You heard me."

"I don't know what you're ..." She broke off incredulously. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Why would I joke about lower back pain?" He grunted, reached back to place his hands on the small of his back and grimaced. "All this bullshit really did make me tense."

"'All this bullshit'," she said in a daze as he casually sat down in front of her. Wondering at what was happening, she slowly sank down on the grass with her back to the tree. "You're insane. Did you actually get drunk tonight?"

"I never get drunk," he grunted as he reached over and lightly grasped her wrists in his hands. He set them on his shoulders and then slouched forward expectantly.

"It's the only thing that would explain this," she murmured. Nevertheless, her hands were already on him, greedy to feel the big man's skin under her palms. After only a little bit he startled her even further by tugging the hem of his shirt out of his haramaki. She whipped her hands away, face aflame and eyes wide. Zoro's back surged powerfully, and he wrenched himself out of the plain white cotton without so much as moving from where he sat. Then he turned his head slowly to one side.

"Don't stop."

Coughing a little with shock, she moved immediately to obey, aware that when he spoke in that tone of voice she was powerless to resist. The revelation wasn't humiliating because she knew he'd do anything for her if she asked. She just never had.

Still...

"So, the next time you go out..?" Her hands slowed as she spoke.

"What?" He turned his head to look at her. He reached up again and took her wrists in his hands, this time pulling them about him like a scarf to hug his neck. Elly swallowed hard. She'd been pulled down when he did that a little, and now he was staring quite calmly into her eyes. They were only an inch or so apart with her front resting awkwardly against his back. "I told you. Come with me." 

"Do you want me to?"

The corner of his mouth quirked upward the tiniest bit as he stared at her. "I want you."

Renaissance Dinner

"Renaissance Dinner"

orig. 6/20/2013 - finished 11/17/2017

One Piece - Elly x Zoro

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The air had an even crisper smell about it than usual. It was autumn and even the docks of this small town they had sailed into smelled cleaner than usual. Usually all port towns smelled at least partially of garbage but although the structures seemed archaic the waters were fussily neat. Elly was leaning morosely over the deck as the entire crew shuffled and leaped around behind her with excitement. Even Robin seemed intrigued by the tall stone building close by that had a book sign out front. Yet she was staring out at the inhabitants with a grim look on her face. The ladies all wore very feminine outfits. She was not happy about that.

Sure enough, the first thing that happened when they arrived in the Inn they were staying at was the onslaught of tailors and dressmakers, bent on making everyone look as old-fashioned as possible. She sighed and submitted. Nami, of course, had no problem about low-cut bodices or silks and sashes. But the pale, lavender-haired woman hated them. It reminded her that she never felt feminine - even in a kimono or dress. Nothing she could do about it, though.

"Hey! What - why am I getting ...what is this?" Elly gasped at the daring outfit the dressmaker had draped about her.

"You've got a fine figure, Lady," the woman smiled. "Why not show it off?" Elly spluttered and waved a hand down at herself. She had on a bodice of embroidered lavender satin, with light blue and green accents. Her belly was free of any cloth down below her navel, where a flowing purple silk skirt was caught at one hip. The woman had given her some sort of leggings to wear underneath of a darker shade and pointed shoes that matched the entire ensemble, as well as gloves that reached to her elbow. The hairdressers hadn't been able to do much with her hair so they had added a headpiece of silver and more green, woven and intricately designed in curling shapes that fell past her sidelocks and cat's ears. She blinked down at the strap of silk in her hand. It had a silver bell on it.

"Someone's going to hear about this," she muttered. But if they'd seen through her semi-human guise, why not play along? She tied the bell around her neck and swished out the door, following Nami and Robin out to the main room to meet the others. The other girls were smiling faintly when they stepped out into the area. Nami ducked and stepped quickly to one side to avoid getting hit by Sanji as he propelled himself gleefully forward. Robin sat down on a comfy-looking chair by one of the  arched windows and Elly found herself alone rather too quickly, standing awkwardly in the middle of the doorway. She grit her teeth and walked in as fast as she could, hoping to hide in a corner.

"So beautiful!" Sanji was almost wailing with glee. He spun around on one heel and gasped when he saw her. "Angel! You - you too!" Elly passed a hand over her face, trembling. She didn't want to bring attention to herself. The damn fool. Even Chopper was gaping at her outfit.

"But you look pretty," the little reindeer said meekly. He sensed her discomfort and wished she would just be happy like they all were.

"Thank you." She tried to smile, but her eyes were automatically seeking out one face. She passed over Sanji's heart-for-eyes, Luffy's grinning happiness and Usopp's raised eyebrow ... there. She barely noticed what the others were wearing but now she caught her breath. In a far corner of the room a familiar form was slouched over, lightly snoring. His soft fabric haramaki had given way to a real armor piece, dyed green straps with beaten metal and red feathers accenting the top. A purple silk cord was tied loosely around his waist as well, light blue beads knotting the ends as they dangled between his legs. He still wore black silk pants but now they were of a finer quality and they clung to him as he shifted against the stone pillar he rested his back against. He had wrappings tied to his wrists and a fine silken shirt with green accents and flared shoulders. Zoro grunted and opened his eye, seeming to sense her scrutiny.

"What's all the yelling about?" He turned to face them all, stretching without a trace of embarrassment. One hand rested lightly on his three sword hilts even now. "Can't we just -"

"The girls got here!" Luffy chirped happily. "We can eat soon!" The green-haired swordsman sighed and his eyes locked onto Elly's by accident. Zoro blinked. His hand fell from the katana at his side nervelessly. His cheeks blushed a light shade of pink. Elly was staring down at the floor in embarrassment so she didn't see his confusion and the others were already caught up in various amusements. Brook had wandered off some time ago - there was a musician in town with some skill and he wished to go visit him -- and Franky had gone with him for some reason. Chopper was bouncing up and down at the idea of tournaments since he had heard they offered sweets at the concession stands. Luffy was about as enthralled with plans for a huge buffet of meats later on that Usopp was reading off a menu nearby. No one noticed Zoro's preoccupation except Nami, who nudged Sanji and pointed to the pair. The blond chef's eyes widened.

"No way," he breathed incredulously.

"Told you," Nami grinned smugly.

"That's got to happen," he chuckled evilly. "How can we...?"

"She doesn't like me. She'll listen to you better. Tell her..." She dropped her voice to a low whisper and chatted with Sanji for a bit more while the two in question stayed frozen in the middle of the room. "That should work," Nami finished. "I think." By this time the bigger young man had regained some composure in the form of acting grumpier than usual. He thrust his lower lip out in a pout.

"I'm going out," he declared pugnaciously and stomped out of the room on thick-soled leather boots. Elly walked slowly over to the window and watched as he left the inn. She was trembling with emotions she was struggling to control and she was about to rush back into the other room and put a robe on to cover herself when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"What!"

"It's just me, Angel," Sanji murmured. "Listen, they're formal here and we all have to play by the rules if we're to fit in, right? A man is going to have to take each one of you girls down to the table tonight. Escort you." He winced at her expression of pure horror. And as he watched she couldn't hold back the tear that slipped out of one of her eyes. She choked and spun back to the window, hands gripping the cold stonework.

"I'll suggest it when we're in a room with a lot of guys," Sanji said quietly. The jingle of the bell on her collar cut off abruptly as she jerked back around.

"Great," she hissed. "Because then at least someone will want to take me?"

"Something like that," Sanji said with a perfectly straight face. "You're going to be surprised though, I think."

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Time passed slowly for her until they'd all gathered together again. She felt dejected, and worse yet, what if Zoro took another girl down to the table? She'd have to sit there the whole time while the tart flirted with him. Enough girls did when they went to bars and stuff anyway. It didn't even help that he didn't care since she did. Keeping quiet at times like that nearly choked her. She was filled with glum musing as they walked into a common room. There were several young ladies and men gathered about, milling around and chatting patiently. Sanji cleared his throat and her heart about stopped. Zoro was absently scratching his chest and looking down the hall, obviously wondering why they couldn't go get something to drink already.

"We have some lovely ladies here that need dates for the night," Sanji said in a louder voice than usual. He scowled at a man that was eyeing Nami and grabbed the red-haired girl's hand. Nami made a face but said nothing. Robin was standing by Luffy's side and he was shrugging. He didn't care and she didn't want any fuss, so he'd take her down the hall. There was food there - the faster the better was his opinion! Elly seemed confused when a group of men homed in on her. The native ladies in the room began to look a little green as most of the men tried to vie with each other for her attention. She tucked a strand of her lavender hair behind an ear and shook her head in amazement, swallowing hard. At least she wouldn't be humiliated by going alone. Her shoulders sagged lightly when she realized she couldn't see Zoro. He was probably there already, with someone of course. And suddenly the horde of babbling young men melted away. Most looked pale and almost worried as they rushed off. Elly bit her lip, crushed. When they got that close to her was she really that hideous? She turned and nearly bumped into Zoro's massive chest. He had walked directly behind her and was scowling angrily in the general direction of the fleeing young men, his arms crossed and his eyes flat with promises of broken bones and perhaps dismemberment.

Her left eye twitched in shock. He reached down with that same frown on his face and grasped her upper arm with a gentleness that surprised her even more.

"Dinner's that way," he said shortly. "You going to walk or do I have to carry you?"

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She didn't even remember the dinner afterwards. She could only think of the big man that had sat down at her side. He said nothing; simply ate and drank like he normally did - although once, by accident, their eyes met and he blushed a deep red before looking quickly away. A few hours later people were leaving and the crew also left to go back to the rooms they had rented out at a hotel. Elly was sweating and didn't know how to react when Zoro wouldn't let go of her arm. Not only was he holding her too tightly for her to escape, he was walking in an opposite direction from where the crew was headed!

She finally got the courage to speak when the big man paused at a door and fumbled a key out. "Um, this isn't my room..."

"No." He opened the door and gently but firmly ushered her inside. "It's mine," he told her as the door snicked shut behind him. Speechless again, she stared dumbly at him as he locked it securely and set the key aside. He ignored her, walking past further into the room. Elly didn't turn around at first, but she heard some strange sounds from behind that eventually made her curious enough to peek. When she did, she immediately felt like she was being suffocated, all the air from a huge gasp holding in her chest as he throat closed up. Her cheeks burned and she shook her head, not believing what she saw. Zoro had apparently decided to shed his old-fashioned clothing along the way to the bed. Bits of lacing, straps, piles of cloth and hose lay discarded in lumps along the floor right up to the edge of the mattress to where he was sitting with nothing but underwear on.

"Zoro!"

"You gonna stare all night?" He asked calmly. His face was stained pink across the nose and cheeks, but he seemed in control of himself. She couldn't imagine him being drunk and doing this, anyway - the man held his alcohol like none other.

"Uh," she gulped, trying to regain some composure and failing. Her cat ears twitched frantically.

"Come," he told her in a resigned voice, opening his arms. She tottered forward in a daze, only stopping when she felt the bed smack her shins.

"Ow."

"Stupid cat." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a fierce embrace.

Blood Oath

mar 09 07

Zoro x Els

*guro
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Zoro's face was stunned, frozen in a grimace of displeasure so great that Elly gasped when she opened the kitchen door. He was just standing there, hand out, eyes blank and mouth twitching. He looked blue and when she squeaked his name he jumped.

"Zoro!" Her eyes paled in color and she reached out a hand to touch his shoulder. He jerked back.

"What was that?!" He was looking at where Sanji sat staring morosely at his birthday cake. The blond man glanced up and his eye narrowed. Trouble.

"Zoro, what's wrong?" Twitch, twitch. No answer. His big hands slowly clenched into fists. A ripple of muscle threaded through his neck to his jaw. Elly couldn't even swallow. Her throat was cold and dry. Had he seen them? Kissing? Sanji was rushing over but he was too slow for the swordsman when he was this angry. The door slammed in his face. There was a loud thud from the other side and some inventive swearing when Sanji realized he'd placed his huge back to it. Zoro turned to the woman at his side, his mouth a thin line.

"Nothing," he said flatly. She quailed at the unemotional tone. He glanced at her and then stomped off. Elly finally found her voice and called out for him. He didn't slow his pace as he walked over to the railing of the ship. When he reached it he folded his arms across on it and bent his head. The salty air whipped his short green hair about and ruffled his white shirt. Elly clutched at her neck and stumbled forward, one hand outstretched.

The kitchen door slammed behind her but she didn't falter, she reached the swordsman and caught his sleeve. He swore and moved roughly away again. Horrified, she did the only thing she could think of, she swore. Loudly. And beat the side of the ship with a clawed hand. Without even noticing she'd turned furry again. Sanji didn't even think. He saw the girl wailing by the idiot's side and his foot swung up and around.

"Epaulé!" He yelled, leaping up and aiming for his shoulder. maybe he could get him to stagger or something. Zoro snarled. It was in mid-kick that Sanji realized his mistake; the big man wasn't toying with him now. He was deadly serious. Sanji had learned how to kick and defend himself, but his main skill was in cooking. Zoro's main skill was attacking, and his entire body was a weapon. He lunged at the chef, his eyes blank with hatred. Elly's ears snapped to attention and she watched in disbelief as Zoro attacked his crewmate with serious thought to injure him.

"Gazami Dori." Cold eyes. Deadly intent. The bandanna had somehow found its way on his head and the extra pieces on the sides of the knot swayed in the wind as he rushed past.

"Zoro, don't!" She flipped herself up and bared her fangs. Oh, dear lord this was going to hurt. But it was her fault. She would fix it. She bunched all her muscles and leapt directly between the two young men. Zoro's eyes widened - his swords were out, all three -- and she caught the full brunt of the crab grab attack, coughing blood as the the blades clamped down on her. Sanji hissed in terror and slammed his attack onto the deck instead. His foot slammed into the decking, breaking a good chunk of the planks and causing a great deal of dust.

"You ass!" He choked.

"Cat!" Somehow she was still standing. He blinked and pulled his bandanna off, thinking to somehow staunch the wounds. It wasn't working and he snapped to Sanji. "Go get Chopper! Now!"

"Fuck!" Sanji yanked his leg out. "You know we're the only ones on board!" It was true. They had stayed behind to watch the ship. The rest were out shopping and had promised to come back later. 

"Damn it! Find them! Find someone!" Sanji took one look at the bleeding, wobbling Elly and ran off down the harbor as hard as he could.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Zoro gasped. He had automatically sheathed his swords and he banged a free fist on his massive leg. "You... you..."

"Fight me."

"What?" His eyes caught hers. They were full of angst and worry. Hers were streaming tears but they were also angry. He couldn't tell if it was directed at him or not.

"Do it, damn it."

"I fucking hurt you, stupid cat!"

"So? I hurt you." Her shoulders rolled back and she straightened with a visible effort. Her shirt was sliced into pieces and jeans were in sad shape as well. Blood flecked across the denim as she directed a claw swipe at him. Zoro leaped back, swearing. His heart was racing and he was filled with a sudden, hot rush of feeling. The dismay he had felt when he saw that cook leaning over her in the kitchen was nothing compared to this. She was violently attacking him and he was forced to dodge and roll.

"Cut it out!" Her claws raked his shoulder and he grunted, turning swiftly and catching her wrist. When she struggled he growled and reached over to grab her tail in one hand. Elly shrieked and immediately fell. She would have collapsed and hurt herself further if he hadn't yanked and pulled her directly into his arms. The pain in her tail stung but it was less than the slashes across her chest. All in all, she'd never thought she could win a fight with the man. He was too strong. But he was trembling now. She felt him shaking and didn't know what was wrong; she couldn't look up. She was too tired.

"I didn't mean it," was all she could whisper. She had slowly reverted back to human when she was laying there and the wounds were much more visible now.

"Shut up," Zoro snapped. He ran a hand through his hair and used the other to cradle her against him. Blood was seeping into his shirt, hot and sticky. He worried that the asshole cook wouldn't get here fast enough and...and the fighting had caused more than an emotional reaction in him. He groaned and tried to shift himself without hurting her. Fuck it. He bent at the waist and kissed her as hard as he dared on the mouth. His hand groped for hers and she found it. It was slippery but he raised it and, panting, began to lap at the blood dried there. His body betrayed him as he felt his groin start to coil and tense. It was her blood. She had done this for him. He ran his tongue out and slowly licked down her arm. More was pooled on her chest where his blades had cut her. He'd never wanted to hurt her.

"Zoro," she whispered.

"Said shut up," he rasped. He was lost now. He'd bound up as much of her wounds as he could but there were a few places where the bright red liquid was sliding down. It had soaked through his shirt, bandanna and even his haramaki that he had ripped off to use. He knew that tactic; knew exquisitely what damage it did to his enemies. "Fucking cat," he moaned.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Change," he suddenly said. She frowned.

"Wha?"

"Change. Bite me. Hard." He was panting. "Fight me, damn it. I hurt you."

"No. I love you." She tried to turn away and he thrust a hand between her legs.

"Then let me take you. Here."

"What?!"

"Should never have doubted you," he insisted, probing with a single finger. "Quick. Before they get back..."

"Roronoa Zoro!" Weak though she was Elly still snapped her legs together. "I'm...you can't be serious!"

"Blood'll flow." He fixed her with a steely glare. He was asking something she couldn't understand at first. Then he reached over and drew Sandai Kitetsu. She blinked. Not that one, he...

"My blades have never cut me." He stared at her and deliberately slashed his chest across the old scar he bore from his dual with Mihawk. She mewed in alarm and tried to hold him back but she couldn't. He had cut, wiped and sheathed the cursed steel before she could stop him.

"Zoro!"

"Prove it to me. Now." His eyes were grave. Prove it to him?

"Zoro." Her eyes welled up with tears and she reached for him. This was it. He wanted to have his blood mix with hers and he wanted them to make love when it happened. Too cold and tired to argue with what he wanted, she wept for him and he met her halfway.

"You won't die," he insisted. His mouth crushed against hers. She'd never seen him so wild with lust before. Fighting must bring out that side of him more than anything. They'd bantered on and off again with words, sure, and that seemed to do the trick but this was different. He laid on her and let the new wound on his chest warm her. Their blood mingled as they kissed. "I won't let you."

"My Zoro," she managed to whisper. Her eyes were glazed and she couldn't even move. Everything was him: that steel scent, his face that filled her vision as he kissed her and the tang of his blood on her lips. She laid there and let him do whatever he wanted. As he kept kissing, though, she felt some of her strength coming back. She sighed and moved a little, her hands sliding across his chest and meeting his fierce gaze with a steady one of her own.

"Mine," he growled and then thrust. She wasn't prepared and she tensed, causing some of the wounds to trickle more blood. Zoro laid his head against her chest and breathed slowly. He didn't move but she knew he was there. His body seemed to take care of the act itself; his member remained erect and their slight movements were all it took to set them both off.

"Hey!" Sanji's shouting snapped them both back to reality. Zoro choked and slid out before he was completely finished. Blood and semen slipped across her thighs and she winced. It would be very visible to the little doctor. Zoro couldn't even wipe anything clean because the blond cook pelted up with the little guy on his shoulders just then. Chopper's eyes were giant.

"What happened?!" He yelled, bustling about them checking wounds and blood loss. Sanji was eyeing the big man's position and evident nudity. He looked at him and Zoro nodded.

"Training got out of hand," he said firmly.

"Training?" The little caribou's nose was twitching. Elly managed to blush somehow. He was smelling sex, she knew it. She could smell it now and she wasn't even anthro. She turned her head to the side as he started giving orders.

"I'll carry her." She was stunned to feel her man's arms around her again. Chopper was swearing at him but Zoro insisted. He picked her up and followed the angry little chibi into the infirmary.

"You might want to button your pants first," Sanji hissed.

"They're staying up anyway." Zoro shrugged. He let the door close behind him as they all walked below deck.