ive come to deliver more softness with zoro <33
laying on your side next to zoro in bed, your cheek against his shoulder, your palm on his naked chest, you feel so warm and secure. your hand rises and falls with every breath zoro takes. it's not long before you would fall asleep, but tonight you have something in mind you wanted to do.
'zoro? are you awake?' you whisper into the quiet air. a grunt was your answer. 'do me a favor? please?'
he cracks open his good eye, glancing down at you. 'what?' his voice is gruff, grumpy you know, and you do feel a little guilty for disturbing him. zoro doesn't sleep much and the times he is able to sleep is precious and you're always a proponent of getting him to sleep, properly. but you really wanted to do this, and since you know your mosshead, you know he'll like it too.
you lay on your back before saying,"get on top of me, but not like on me.'
zoro raises an eyebrow. 'what, you're horny or something?'
you scoff, nudging him lightly. 'no, stop thinking dirty.'
'you told me to get on top of you, what else is that supposed to mean?' he grumbles, but nonetheless does what you want him to do.
rolling over, but careful not to crush you, he plants his forearms by your head so he hovers above your body. you smile, your view filled with your beloved swordsman. even when it's night, the moonlight streaming through the porthole is enough to illuminate the room. the pearly glow runs runs along his half naked body, his muscles rippling and his scars on full display. you're content to simply look at him for a couple of moments, the smile never leaving your face. zoro grows bashful with your gaze on him, averting his eye.
'now what? you're just looking at me.'
you laugh a little, hands coming up to cradle his face gently, like you're handling glass. funny, how you're comparing zoro, a man who's built like a literal fortress, ridiculously strong, to glass. but you don't want to handle him roughly like he's used to all the time, you want to admire him, treasure him.
'can't i look at my man?' you tease slightly.
he can't hide the faint blush on his cheeks. he's faced strong opponents, many bigger than him, many with devil fruit abilities, but he can't fire back against that.
'you're nice to look at you, you know.'
'shut up,' he mutters under his breath, but it has no bite. 'don't know why i would be worth looking at.'
your eyes soften. 'i want to touch you, is that fine?'
you half expected zoro to ask if you wanted sex or not (which was not your aim), but instead his gaze flickers back to you, studying you for a moment, before nodding.
you show him another smile before sliding your palms down the sides of face slowly, letting your fingers run along his jawline. your fingers move back up, this time delicately running over the scare on his eye. you know it doesn't hurt, but you still make sure zoro is okay.
next, your hands move down to his neck, feeling his pulse against your fingertips. in your most horrific of nightmares, you don't get to feel that pulse ever again. brushing away that thought, you focus on what's in front of you.
the next destination were his broad shoulders. his shoulders could carry so much weight, but you're there to lessen the load. and also to remind him that he doesn't need to carry so much, but you're also aware that since he's first mate, there are things only he wants to shoulder alone. regardless you're here, you always are. the way you're tracing his shoulders, it's as if you're etching your presence onto his skin, for proof that you are by his side no matter what comes his way.
zoro's watching you intently. it's easy to notice when he's quite close to you, but he continues to say nothing as your hands slide down to his chest. his big, muscled chest that has many scars, with the biggest one crossing over his entire torso. it's not your first time feeling his scars, but every time you do it with utmost care. his body is battle hardened, monstrous strength behind his muscles. you trust zoro, of course you do, but worry never stops and you dont think it ever will. he pushes himself hard, especially when it comes protecting the crew, and he can be a thick headed, reckless idiot.
but the scars aren't just stories of his survival and markers of battle. the scars on his body have your presence from when you treated and dressed his wounds. you're eternally grateful for chopper taking care of your marimo, but when it's not gravely serious, you like to take care of zoro's wounds (you've learned from chopper). soaking up the blood, disinfecting the wound, stitching him up, bandaging him, you're hands know exactly what to do. and on more than one occasion, you've seriously considered strapping him to the bed so he stays put (though napping with him is enough to keep him in place instead of getting up like nothing happened and risk injuring himself). you know which scars you took care of and what battles he faced. the scars are a large part of who zoro is, but you can also say a part of you is also with him in some sense.
his back however, is a different story. moving your hands to roam across the vast expansion of his back, there is not a single scar marring his skin. he's proud of that, making sure to never get struck there. you watch his back for him in battles as well. his skin is warm, his muscles flexing a little as you touch him. his back is sensitive, evident in the way his breath hitches a little.
beneath the hulking figure that is your swordsman, you feel nothing but safe. you feel small, but you don't mind, not when you're with zoro. you'll happily be engulfed by his arms or his presence, knowing that nothing can hurt you. your body is filled with so much love for him, it feels like you might burst.
your hands move up his back and entangle themselves in his green hair, tugging him down to your lips. a surprised noise erupts from his lips which is muffled by your mouth from the suddenness off the action, but zoro immediately responds back. breaking apart, you both pant quietly. you see that zoro's been keeping his eye on you for a while. well, he doesn't have much to look at except, but you decide to tease a bit anyways.
'what's wrong with staring at my woman?' he says, a smile on his face.
you laugh, feeling all giddy and warm inside
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