Pastels

request by keirra13: zoro and perona are trying to get it on, but mihawk walks in.

so yeah, have a cockblock.

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His fingertips trail downwards the curve of her spine. She shifts in her sleep, instinctively grabs onto his shirt and buries her nose into the hollow of his collar bones. The corners of his mouth twitch upwards, curve his lips into a tender smile he wouldn't show her if she'd been awake. Red sunlight falls through the windows; it's barely past dawn but the sun managed to prick through the heavily overcast sky.

Perona groans lowly, blinking through her sleepiness when he carefully caresses her lower back. She rubs her cheek against his chest and mumbles a groggy good morning.

"G'morning." Zoro whispers as she moves to sit up on her knees and stretch her arms above her head.

Looking down at him, she gives him a sleepy smile and presses a quick kiss to his cheek. The sheets pool around her waist.

He props himself up against the headboard, wiggles his feet under the covers and rolls his shoulders in an effort to shake off his lethargy. - Watches how she combs through her long hair with her fingers and watches how she subconsciously spreads her knees a bit further and bounces around and he watches how the sleeve of his too big shirt droops downwards and exposes a touch of cleavage.

She hums and puts some strands of hair behind her ear. "Aren't you going to get up and start training?" Her question is accompanied by a long glance.

Zoro hauls a hand through his hair and mutters, "In a lil' bit."

His half-lidded eyes are focused on her and she raises her eyebrows in response, but the intensity of his stare doesn't let up so she starts fumbling with the hem of the shirt (his shirt) she's wearing. It's not a cute shirt, but because she's too tiny, she reasons she looks at least five times cuter in it than he ever would. If Zoro's quite honest and quite vocal about his honesty, he might even say she's right. He'd never hear the end of it, though.

Perona chides moodily, "Stop looking at me like that."

"Why?" He prompts back with a cocky smirk, regarding her amusedly as she climbs onto his lap and brackets his hips with her knees.

She huffs and holds his hands and pushes them against the headboard. He lets her. "Because it's weird, okay. And rude!" Her complaints are accentuated by the furrow in between her brows and the downward tilt of the corners of her mouth.

Laughing, Zoro leans forwards and presses a kiss to the button of her nose, open-mouthed, and he makes a show of threatening to bite her. She squeals and shakes her head wildly but doesn't lean back or turn away. Taking this as his cue, Zoro entwines their fingers and pushes their hands away from the headboard.

"Don't be mean, you stupid swordsman." But the scolding is soft spoken and has this hint of fondness she couldn't ever conceal from him again.

And his response might come off as gruff, but the meaning runs deeper than the words. "Gah. Just shut up if you're going to be noisy."

The challenge twinkles in her eyes, in her voice, in the way she licks her bottom lip before she provokes plain and simple, "Make me."

Zoro never misses an opening. He surges forwards and kisses her open-mouth, teeth clanking and noses brushing – and her gasp gets swallowed by his hungry mouth. He brings one hand to her cheek, the other to her throat and in turn she holds him on the ribs, fingers skimming down and he rocks forwards. She gasps when he bucks his hips up, bringing her attention to the fact that yes he has a bonerand yes he wouldn't mind a fuck now.

When they break the kiss, Perona gives him a seductive smirk and starts coyly to bounce on his lap, rubbing down on his cock and pressing her palms on his abs. He can't swallow down a groan, sticks his hands underneath her shirt and kneads the flesh on her hips, further back, kneads her ass cheeks when she grinds down on him even harder.

"Zoro.." She breathes out, in a shudder - and he gives one sharp thrust to make her squeak out his name again.

He kisses her again, cradling her cheeks with both hands, nose to nose and he watches how her eyelids droop and screw shut when he playfully swipes his tongue over her upper lip. Her hips roll over his, her hands shyly trail over the flat of his stomach, over his abs, over his chest.

Perona murmurs, "You should undress now."

"Definitely." Comes his reply before he presses three more hard kisses onto her mouth. Her lips are swollen now, a beestung red.

when did he start loving her? – when he first saw her heartbreaking smile and the tears threatening to fall from her dark dark eyes, when she tried to convince him that he was an idiot for training 'til he couldn't breathe anymore, 'til his ribs were bruised and his skin was breaking? was it then? was it before or after?

She slowly pulls the too-big shirt off, exposes her pale perky breasts and her flat tummy and her broad hips, the triangle of her cotton panties embracing her hip bones, with her long pink hair spilling over her shoulders and curling past her ribcage.

His hands reach out reverently and he kneads her breasts and kisses along the column of her throat. Her fingers curl along the hem of his shirt but he ignores her tugging in favor of pressing her mouth against the hollow of her collar bones, against her sternum, against the camber of each breast. She sighs in delight, relaxes, with her shoulders sagging and her legs spreading even wider. Eventually she leans into him, elbows propped on his shoulders and hands at the back of his head.

"Weren't you going to undress?" Perona asks in a whisper, rolling her hips forwards, backwards, forwards – harder, harder, in a grind.

Zoro argues back, "But then I'd have to stop…" (a nip at her nipple, she gasps.) "And I don't think you'd want that."

He palms her crotch and she keens, even more when he rubs her through her panties. Her fingers tangle into his hair; she stammers forwards, bucks up against his hand.

"Meanie…" It's a quick exhale, bracketed by a grimacing mouth, by a flash of tongue.

There's a grin threatening to overtake his features but he hides his face in her bosom. She's canting her hips to the rhythm of his rubbing hand. He groans lowly when she grinds down hard on his cock with her pert ass. This is going to get messy soon if he doesn't bother taking off his boxers, but he doesn't think he wants to go one second without her on top of him.

*knock knock*

Zoro sucks a mark under her right breast, Perona can't stop wiggling and writhing in his lap, desperate. He needs the friction, craves it, com'on princess com'on please.

"Ahum…"

She freezes and slowly turns her head to look over her bare shoulder. Her eyes almost pop out of her sockets when she notices Mihawk leaning against the doorframe. Zoro carefully leans back and gets his hand off her crotch. His cheeks heat up and he probably looks like a tomato right now. He doesn't dare to hide his eyes behind the hand he was using to get Perona off.

"I was going to ask if either of you wanted to join me for grocery shopping this morning, but I see you are otherwise engaged." He says, poker-faced and idly pulling at a lint on his black jacket.

Perona crosses her arms over her chest, even if he can only see her back. Zoro is stunned into silence.

Mihawk raises an eyebrow when she starts to shake angrily.

"What are you still standing there for?!" She erupts suddenly and Zoro winces at the intensity. "Don't you care I am almost nude?! Don't you care for privacy? Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Rolling his eyes, Mihawk turns on his heel and calmly strides away. Obviously not going to bother to argue with her. Not that it would matter, his pupil was effectively cockblocked and the ghost princess didn't strike him the type to go for a round when she was pissed off. His lips twitch into a frugal smile. It's so nice having guests for a change.