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When; Afternoon, February 14th/Lust Day
Rating; NC-17 for sex
Characters; Naoto

naoto_two and Zoro

snoringsantoryu
Summary; Naoto and Zoro, both afflicted by the Lust Day curse, run into one another on the ship. Guess what happens next?
Log;
Zoro stood up from his usual resting spot on Merry, unusually restless. It seemed as though he had slept for the whole day yesterday; while certainly not an unattainable feat for the lazy swordsman, it did feel like an out-of-the-ordinary slumber. And now, he felt a strange urge rising up inside of him; something he couldn't quite identify.

A walk. That's right. That's what Naoto wanted to do, because for some odd reason it was way too hot in her room, though the temperature outside wasn't helping. It was oddly warm for mid-February. While she would normally bundle up in scarf and jacket, she kept those in her room, figuring it would be unnecessary thanks to the recent change in weather.

She stepped out of her room and closed the door. Odd, though, that the anxious feeling in her stomach wouldn't go away.

Zoro was feeling the strange heat as well. As he pulled on his collar, he began to head to the kitchen to grab something to drink, but, being the navigationally-challenged swordsman that he was, his wandering led him past the kitchen and towards the back of the ship.

It was even too hot for a sweater, so without pausing in her step - and hoping she wouldn't trip or take a wrong turn - Naoto pulled the offensive article of clothing over her head to take it off... and collided with something in her way. A wall? Free from the sweater at last, she raised her head to blink at whatever had blocked her path.

"Oh! Zoro-san..."

Zoro had been too busy focusing on the heat to notice Naoto before. But for some reason, now, he couldn't look away. The mere sight of her caused his heart to skip a beat, then move double-time. He couldn't explain it.

"Naoto...Sorry, I didn't see you there."

She smiled awkwardly. Funny, she'd never felt uncomfortable around him before. "No, it's okay, I really shouldn't have... Well, um, I should apologize too."

Oh God, she thought, it was the curse. It had to be. There was no other explanation for being nervous around anyone, let alone Zoro. A part of her wanted to run away, but the other and more insistent part brought her a step towards him. Raging against her common sense was this odd and insatiable need. "Um..."

"Uh...n-no...That’s alright..."

Zoro stood there, hardly able to speak. As she moved closer to him, he seemed to be feeling even warmer. A part of his mind, the more instinctual part of him, was advising him to part ways with Naoto on the spot, but another, stronger force within him was pulling him closer to Naoto. In the end, the latter force won, and Zoro, overcome by the curse, placed his hand on Naoto's shoulder, then leaned down and kissed her.

For a split-second she froze, and her common sense screamed at her to pull away, but the curse pushed that aside and Naoto returned the kiss, letting the sweater fall to the deck as her hands strayed up Zoro's chest. For another second, she wondered what the hell she was doing, but that was promptly ignored. Naoto ran her hands up to Zoro's shoulders, pulling him closer.

Zoro's common sense seemed to have left him a while ago, as he pushed Naoto onto the wall, his kissing becoming more enthusiastic. As one hand stayed on Naoto's shoulder, the other caressed her cheek, his strong arms holding Naoto in place.

The woman was too caught up in her lust to notice she was pinned to the wall. She pulled him closer, arms around his shoulders now and hands running through his hair. Naoto broke the kiss for a breath, panting lightly against his cheek.

"Zoro-san," she murmured, "I... I want..." She couldn't find the words to finish that sentence.

With their lips parted, Zoro only needed a short moment to catch his breath. Hearing her say those words caused Zoro to pause for a moment, restraining his lust; a difficult task, to say the least. "Yes..Naoto?"

Her mind floundered for a moment, not sure what to say. Want what? Him, this, whatever this was?

"I don't know." But her body sure knew; she kissed him again, fervently, arching against him as her hands pulled him ever closer. But it still wasn't close enough.

Her body seemed to say more than enough. With a start, Zoro very nearly tore off his simple white t-shirt, then began hastily undressing Naoto, caressing every inch of her as he went, all the while keeping his lips attached to hers as much as possible. After a moment, when the two parted lips to catch their breath again, Zoro mustered up enough senses to spurt out a single intelligent thought.

"We should...head into your room...shouldn't we?"

Naoto shuddered under his touch, her own hands roaming over hard muscle and relishing the contact. She kissed his jawline before answering absently, "Mmmm... yeah."

Her room wasn't very far, fortunately - just a few steps away. One hand clutching what she was still wearing around her for modesty (not that she was in the right mind, really), Naoto grabbed Zoro's hand and led him to her room. Once the door was shut and locked, she turned back to him, smiling shyly.

Seeing Naoto's smile caused Zoro to smile as well. He gently ran his hand across the side of Naoto's face. They were an interesting pair; on both of their chests were massive scars, a gash from his left shoulder to his right hip on his chest, an X-shaped scar on hers. They were the scars almost every swordsman eventually sustains, and Zoro couldn't help but love Naoto for it. Zoro held Naoto's chin gently, then pulled her towards him for another kiss.

She gave into the kiss willingly. It was different, much different than what she was used to, and it was a welcome change. She couldn't help but smile into his lips.

Of course, they were going to get nowhere with half their clothes on. Smirking now, Naoto drew away from Zoro, slipping past him and towards her bed. She fumbled with her belt for a moment before it unhooked, and she let her skirt fall to the floor before she sat on the mattress, her eyes alone beckoning him to follow.

Zoro was all too happy to oblige. After fumbling with his own belt for a moment, he dropped his pants where he stood, then climbed into bed with her. Slowly, Zoro put his arms around Naoto, his mouth sensuously kissing and licking every inch of her chest, finally reaching her breasts. Living on a ship with Robin and Nami, he had gotten used to seeing women with large racks; interestingly enough, he preferred less-buxom women. Slowly, Zoro's tongue ran along the outer edge of Naoto's left areola, his hand moving up to keep her right breast entertained as well.

Naoto couldn't help the moans escaping her lips or the arch of her back. She didn't know why she was surprised at his skill, but that was probably because Zoro never seemed like the kind of guy who would have time for women. But then, she decided, she should be used to surprises. Gripping his shoulders, she leaned back to fall to the bed and pulled him with her. She was now sprawled out beneath him, one leg rubbing against his thigh, her hands urging him back up so she could kiss him.

Zoro slowly obliged, moving his right hand to her side, allowing him to push himself up so that their heads were level. As he laid there, only inches above Naoto, he paused a moment to take in her beauty, running his fingers through her hair. In the back of his mind, the only part of his mind that could still bear logic, he knew this was a bad idea; she was Lucci's girl, and if he were to find out, it would spell disaster for him and his crew. But for the moment, Zoro couldn't hear that part of his mind, and was far too engrossed in Naoto's beauty to care.

So maybe she was Lucci's, or had been, at least. Quite frankly, the events of the past few weeks had kept her in a state of uncertainty about everything, and it didn't help that Robin was telling her one thing and Jyabura was telling her another, or that Lucci had expressed concern and that Zoro was... there. With her.

Pushing those infuriating thoughts out of her head, Naoto raised her head to kiss Zoro tenderly. Then she lay back against the mattress, letting him know she was ready and waiting for him to do as he pleased.

Zoro looked at Naoto with passion-struck eyes. His desire for her peaked, Zoro lowered himself to kiss her again. His member, ignored up to this point by Zoro, had reached full attention a while ago, and slowly throbbed in tune with Zoro's heartbeat. As his kissing grew in passion, he moved his swollen member to her waiting slit, ready to drive it in at her beckon call

The mere touch sent shivers up the woman's whole body, and she moaned into his mouth. She'd almost forgotten what it was like, the intense burn and feeling of fullness as Zoro pushed into her. She clung to him, legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. She shuddered again, violently, and let herself slip into mindless pleasure.

The entire moment sent electricity throughout Zoro's entire body, fueling his pumping motion further. He had never felt anything so euphoric; up until this point in time, he had been a virgin. But now, he was feeling nothing but sheer, intoxicating pleasure as he felt the walls of her pussy envelop his member each time it entered her. His gasps of pleasure were the only things that broke their kiss, and, with each pump, his mind and body soon fell into the rhythm of pleasure, his entire being focused upon it.

Naoto wasn't sure what to expect, considering her only frame of reference was Lucci and she really didn't want to think about him, not when Zoro was the one ripping moans from her throat. She was pleasantly surprised and not at all abject to sharing some of the work; she ground her hips up against him in time with his thrusts.

With Naoto's added help, Zoro was in heaven. Time seemed irrelevant; each thrust seemed to span an endless amount of time. Zoro's training had given him superhuman stamina, and, as Naoto could wager, that stamina was not just in battle. However, eventually, all men must peak, and as Zoro felt it coming, his breathing became heavier, his heart beating wildly.

"Naoto...I...I'm..."

She was practically writhing under him, head thrown back into the pillow, gasping out his name. She vaguely heard him, but she saw the urgency in his furrowed brow. Kissing him briefly, she managed to murmur a reassurance before her words drowned out in a strangled shout, her body convulsing as she came.

With Naoto's reassurance, Zoro had no reason to hold it back. Following Naoto's body, Zoro's body shook violently as he came explosively into her. His muscles aching from a good workout, Zoro pulled his now slowly-receding member out of Naoto, then slowly came to rest beside her, quickly catching his breath.

Naoto curled up against Zoro, tired but warm and comfortable. Sighing contentedly, she offered him a chaste kiss before nestling back into the mattress. "That was... nice," she said quietly, watching for his reaction. She should probably say more, she thought, but decided against it, instead letting him share her bed as her way of expressing her appreciation.

"Yeah...it was."

Zoro laid there for a moment, mind still in a bit of a fog. If this really was a curse, he wasn't complaining. There were many thoughts racing in his head, but slowly, one thought seemed to pop up in his head over all the others. With enough energy returned to him to allow him to sit up again, Zoro looked over at Naoto with a bit of a smile.

"You want to do it again?"