A/N: This is the first time I've submitted a fic. Please don't be too harsh. I know that the One Piece characters will probably be a bit out of character and its probably not going to follow the anime too close, but I hope you enjoy it as much I am enjoying writing it. Yes there is a OC in here. I made her up. Pulled bits and pieces of anime characters I liked together and came up with... well, her. I do have a vague plan of action, but any suggestions and/or comments will be appreciated. I do accept constructive criticism well, but tend to cry easy at rants.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or any of the characters (unless you count the one I made up in here)
He felt it. Ever since he stepped off the ship, he felt it. Somewhere there was someone watching him. And it was driving him crazy. The villagers were going about their business like normal. No one seemed to be paying attention to him, but still he felt eyes continuing to bore into his skull.
In frustration, he calls out, "OK I know you're out there. Come out and face me like a man."
The rest of the group stops and looks at the green haired swordsman in confusion.
"Who ya talking to, Zolo?" asked Luffy. The captain of the Merry was clearly amused that his first mate was so flustered.
"I've felt someone's stare since we got here. I just wish they'd come out and tell me what they want," stated Zolo.
"Probably just someone amazed to see an idiot like you in the company of such beautiful women," the blond cook replied. Hearts were in his eyes as he looked at Nami and Robin. "Such lovely flowers shouldn't be accompanied by weeds such as yourself."
"Shut it ero-cook. I've had it with you. One more word and I'll shove those precious cooking knives somewhere you can only imagine."
"You keep telling yourself that baka-marimo. I'll take you on anytime." Sanji planted his feet firmly apart on the ground.
"That's enough you two!!!" shouted Nami, knocking them both in the back of the head. "I was planning on getting us all rooms at the inn, but if this is the way you're going to act I'll let you sleep on the beach."
"'S fine with me." Zoro could sleep anywhere. The more time he spent away from the cook, the better as far as he was concerned.
"Forgive me my sweet Nami-chan. I would be honored to share a room with you and the lovely Robin-chan." Sanji was practically falling over himself trying to apologize to her.
As the small party moved forward into the village, the pair of watching eyes retreated into the shadows. 'That was close,' he thought. 'I was sure I had been caught.' A small boy stepped into the alley and began the journey back home. Hands hooked behind his head, he began to whistle a simple tune.
Zolo stood in shock. He had doubled back to investigate the watcher in hopes of finding their identity. Amazed as he was that the person turned out to be a small boy, nothing compared to image he was seeing. There walking down the street was his personal nightmare. Smug little grin, bright blue eyes, green hair, and golden necklace. This had to be a trick. Someone's sick, twisted trick.
Hooded blue eyes looked up at him. Passion was clearly written on her face. Her silver hair flowed loose down her back. His hands tangled in the silky tresses. The small moans driving him wild as he kissed her neck. A small cry escaped her lips when he bit down on her pulse. He would mark her as his tonight.
"Zoro… please" she begged.
The heat building her body was unbearable. A shudder went through her body as his hands caressed her shoulders, slipping off her dress. He followed the path his hands took with his lips, licking and nipping along her collarbone.
Her hands went to work on his hakama. Easing the swords to the floor, she removed the offending green sash. He smiled down at her. A silent thank you for the care she took in his most valued possessions. Working the fabric of his shirt out of his pants, her soft hands glided up over his defined stomach. His breath hitched as she applied more pressure. She grasped the edges of his shirt and searched his face. Understanding what she wanted, he helped to pull the shirt over his head. Soft hand became more confident, caressing the rigid lines of muscle.
She smiled at him and turned around holding up her hair. "Help me out of this," she whispered.
Quickly his hands unlaced her bodice and the gown fell to the floor. His arm went around her, hands cupping her breast from behind. She leaned her head back into his shoulder and moaned. His pinched her nipples, watching them grow into hard pebbles. Not content with using his hands, he spun her around and latched onto a breast with his mouth. She cried out, unable to keep quiet.
"Shhh, love. We'll be found" he told her.
She bit her bottom lip to try to contain the noise. Her hands went to grab into his short green hair. It always looked so coarse, but was soft as down. He snickered and continued his abuse to the other nipple. She whimpered and he took pity. Kissing her passionately, he bent to grasp her upper thighs, effectively pulling her up and wrapping her legs around him. She tightened her hold on his hair, unbalanced by the sudden act. He continued his attach on her mouth. Sucking her bottom lip in and nibbling on it. She gasped and he took it as an invitation. His tongue dove into and began to explore. He ran it over her teeth, the roof of her mouth, her lips, everywhere. Her taste was intoxicating. Almost as much as the rum he had been drinking earlier.
Walking across the room he deposited her on the king size bed. Kicking off his boots, he hesitated at the fastening of his pants.
"Are you sure? If you want to stop, you need to tell me now." Knowing that if he went any further he wouldn't be able to stop, he waited for her answer.
The site before him was heaven. Love bites adorned her neck and shoulders. Lips bruised and swollen. Lightly tanned skin on her arms, legs, and stomach leading to paler skin around her breast and panty area. Nipples hard and erect from his treatment. The patch between her legs neatly trimmed. She was a goddess. She had to be. There was no other explanation for her beauty, her perfection.
She reached up and pulled him into a soft sweet kiss. Her hands caressed his face as she slowly moved her lips over his.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you to be my first, my last, my forever. I love you, Zoro."
He saw the truth and conviction in every word, reflected in her eyes. This was it. The point of no return.
His pants fell to the floor and he stood before her. He was huge! Well to her he was. She had never seen a naked man before. It worried her how he was going to fit. He took her hand and gently placed it on his hardened member. She was amazed how smooth it felt. Her eyes widened as it grew even more as her hand closed around it. She could barely make her fingers touch. Unknowingly she gave him a gentle squeeze. He growled low, almost animalistic. She let go immediately, giving him a worried glance.
He shook his head. "Don't be afraid. It likes you." A mischievous grin on his face caused her to giggle.
He pushed her back on the bed gently. They shifted to the center to make each other more comfortable. Slowly they began to explore each other again. Her hands went to his arousal more confident this time. Long slow strokes followed by gentle pressure were causing him to begin to lose control. He stoked her sides from thigh to ribs and over to her breast giving the nipple a tweak. Her hips jerked and caused her thigh to rub against him. He lowered his mouth to her neck and began to lick and kiss. He made his way to her mouth and immediately thrust his tongue in. While distracting with kisses, his hand made its way between her thighs. She was already dripping wet. His fingers slipped in with ease despite how tight she was.
When she tensed he murmured comforting words to her, helping her relax and get use to the intrusion. "I don't want to hurt you. I want this to be a wonderful experience for both of us."
He kissed her again adding a third finger, stretching her for what would come. Slowly he rubbed his thumb across the small bundle of nerves he knew would bring her pleasure. He might have been a virgin, but he had plenty of buddies boast (in detail) about their sexual encounters. He knew what he needed to do to make it easier on her. Her first climax hit her and coated his fingers even more. He used this to lube his own cock hoping to make everything go smooth.
He positioned himself between her legs. Nervousness began to take a hold of her. Fear reflected in her eyes behind the desire. He kissed her softly.
"I'll be as gentle as I can. But the pain will be over sooner if I enter quickly. Are you ready?" He stilled, waiting for her answer. Slowly she nodded. He positioned his head at her entrance and bent to kiss her. Quickly he thrust into her, breaking her maidenhead. His mouth muffled her scream.
His kiss turned soft as he whispered to her. "I love you, Saya." Tears trickled down her cheeks. He wiped them with his tongue. "Tell me when you're ready."
Only a moment passed when she moved her hips against him. He took it as a sign and began to thrust into her slowly.
"Zoro…. Oh god." It was amazing. The pain was gone and it left behind nothing but pleasure. "Faster, please."
Immediately the pace quickened. Sweat glistened on both of their bodies. Both trying hard to keep quiet as possible. Only the fear of discovery kept them quiet when their bodies were screaming in ecstasy. Nothing could be better than this. Why had they waited so long? How could her parents say that sex was evil? That it would be nothing but pain?
"Zoro, I..." She felt pressure building in her, waiting to be released.
"Saya." His breathing ragged and uneven. The strain of keeping quiet evident in his voice. "My love, my everything."
And with a cry she came. Her body shook and tightened around his cock sending him over the edge with her.
He collapsed onto his elbows above her. Careful not to crush her. Resting his forehead on hers, he waited for their breathing to even. Slowly he eased himself to her side, gathering here in his arms. She reached down to gather the blanket at the end of the bed and toss it over them both. For the first time in years, Zoro slept in peace. The nightmare kept away by the goddess in his arms.
Before dawn he had crept away, leaving a small token on her stand next to the bed. The gold necklace he had always worn, adorned with the symbol of his childhood dojo, lay reflecting the morning light. A sign that he would return to her as soon as possible.
It was two days later that he went to sneak into her room. He paused beneath the parlor window when he heard her voice.
"Yes, Lord Fanton. I would be honored to be your wife."
Zoro didn't even try to hide as he walked away from the house. His heart broken to pieces and the box containing his own mother's wedding ring fell to the ground. He vowed to never trust another woman. Never to love again.
It had been over 6 years ago. But the pain was as strong as if it had just happened. Zoro turned and began to blindly walk down the street.