#quietadmiration

It was the first time they were alone in the ship together. Your nakama were visiting the island they were anchored at, and Zoro, the ship guard, had the brilliant idea of you staying too.

“I can handle it alone,” he said. “They'll take care of the shopping and everything, and we'll just stay here.”

You didn't have a problem with that; on the contrary, you liked the idea of spending more time with Zoro. He was one of your closest ones on the ship and your boyfriend, after all.

So you both stayed behind and waited for the others to get back to the Thousand Sunny. You were reading one of your favorite books, while Zoro was cleaning Kitetsu. He always had something to do, and he was rarely idle.

It was a normal day for both of them. You were both on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, with the sun shining on you. You had a glass of lemonade on the table, and you were enjoying the sound of the sea.

A normal day. Nothing unusual.

Until you noticed it.

Your mind wandered from the book as you felt it. The sun was shining, yes, but it wasn't that hot. It was warm, but not enough to make you sweat. You looked at Zoro; he didn't seem to mind the heat either.

“You're blushing.” You raised your eyes to see Luffy looking at you.

“What?” You covered your cheeks with your hands. “It's normal; it's hot out here.”

“It's not that hot.” Luffy tilted his head, then shrugged. “It must be the sun. It's shining a lot today.”

“Yes, that must be it.” You smiled, looking away from him. “Maybe you should put on some sunscreen. You don't want to get sunburned.”

“I'm fine.” He grinned. “I'm made of rubber; I don't get sunburned.” He laughed, jumping to the other side of the ship. "Bye Zoro! Bye Y/N! Take care of the Sunny, I'll bring you something to eat!… maybe"

You chuckled, shaking your head as you looked at him. You went back to your book, but you couldn't focus. Not when you felt so hot and bothered. You fanned yourself with your hand, trying to cool down a little, but it didn't help much. The heat inside you wasn't from the sun, and you knew it.

It had been a few days since the last time you and Zoro had sex. It was a challenge to find a place where they wouldn't interrupt you, so you always ended up doing it at night in his quarters, or in the crow's nest if it was empty. The last time was in the crow's nest, and you had to stop because you heard someone coming up the stairs. It wasn't the first time you had been interrupted, so you weren't surprised.

This time you were alone with Zoro, and the idea of finally being able to have sex without interruptions turned you on. The heat you felt had nothing to do with the sun and everything to do with Zoro's presence next to you, and the possibilities that arose from being alone with him.

You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him from the corner of your eye. He was focused on cleaning his sword, and you noticed how his muscles contracted with every movement he made. You could see the sweat running down his chest, and you felt your mouth dry up. You wanted to lick it off.

You blushed even more when you saw that his pants were getting tighter. He was hard, and you could see how big he was from where you were. You bit your bottom lip harder, and you felt the heat inside you increase. You wanted him inside you. You wanted it so much that your underwear was already wet. You didn't know how much longer you could stand it.

“Zoro,” you said, trying to get his attention.

“Hmm?” He looked at you. “What's up?”

“Nothing, just…” You didn't know what to say. “I need a break from reading,” you lied.

He didn't say anything else; he just nodded, but you could see how his eyes darkened as he looked at you. You stood up from your chair and walked over to him. He had already put Kitetsu aside, and you could see that he was looking at your body, at how your breasts moved with each step you took.

You sat on his lap, facing him. His hands went to your waist as you put your arms around his neck.

“I'm so hot,” you said, looking at his lips. You wanted to kiss him, but you also wanted to tease him.

“Hmm,” he agreed. “It's hot today.”

“It is.” You nodded, moving your body a little. You could feel his cock pressed against you, and it made your pussy throb with anticipation.

His eyes were fixed on your cleavage, and you could see him swallowing hard. You leaned in, putting your mouth close to his ear.

“I think I need to cool off,” you said, biting his earlobe. “Don't you think so?”

He didn't reply. He just grunted as he moved his hips, making you feel how hard he was. You moaned softly, biting his ear again. He growled and stood up, picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you inside the ship.

He didn't take you to his quarters, but to the bathroom. He put you down on the floor and turned on the shower without saying anything. The water was cold, and it was just what you needed. You took off your clothes and got under the water. You heard Zoro do the same behind you.

You closed your eyes as the cold water hit your skin. It was refreshing, and it helped you relax a little. But as soon as Zoro's hands touched your waist, you felt the heat again.

You leaned back against him, feeling his cock against your ass. You moved your hips a little, making him groan. You smiled, turning around to face him. You put your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

His lips were warm, and his tongue was hot in your mouth. You moaned as he explored your mouth, and you could feel his cock getting harder against your stomach. You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

“I want you,” you said, your voice low.

“I want you too,” he said, his voice raspy. “I want you so much, Y/N.”

You bit your bottom lip, looking down at his cock. It was big and thick, and you knew that it would fill you up perfectly. You wanted to feel him inside you, stretching your pussy. You wanted it so badly that you couldn't wait any longer.

“Please,” you begged, looking up at him. “Fuck me, Zoro.”

He didn't need to be told twice. He picked you up and pressed you against the wall of the shower. You wrapped your legs around him as he positioned his cock at your entrance. You were already wet, and you knew he wouldn't have any trouble getting inside you.

He thrusted inside you with one quick movement, making you moan loudly. He filled you up completely, and you could feel every inch of his cock inside you. It felt so good that you almost came right there.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his breath hot against your skin. “You're so tight, Y/N.”

“I've been waiting for this,” you said, moving your hips a little. “I've been thinking about it all day.”

“Me too,” he grunted, starting to move. He thrust in and out of you, slowly at first, but soon he was pounding you hard against the wall.

You moaned loudly, your nails digging into his shoulders. The cold water wasn't enough to cool you down. You were burning up, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

“Zoro,” you moaned, closing your eyes. “Please, faster…”

He obeyed, increasing the pace of his thrusts. His cock was hitting that special place inside you that made you see stars. You were so close to coming, and you knew he was too.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled in your ear. “Cum on my cock.”

His words were enough to send you over the edge. You came hard, screaming his name. Your pussy contracted around his cock, but he kept fucking you. He was far from finishing.

Zoro didn't stop. He kept thrusting in and out of your pussy, making you come again and again. You were overstimulated, but you didn't want him to stop. You wanted to feel his cum inside you, filling you up.

“Please, Zoro,” you begged. “Cum inside me…”

He growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. You knew he was close, and you prepared yourself for his cum. But it never came. He just kept fucking you, making you come over and over again.

“Zoro, please,” you cried, your body shaking. “I can't take it anymore…”

But he didn't listen. He just kept pounding you against the wall, making you come until you couldn't take it anymore. You felt yourself passing out, but he still didn't stop.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, you felt his cum filling you up. It was hot and thick, and it felt so good inside you. You came one last time, your body shaking uncontrollably.

Zoro finally stopped, his chest moving up and down rapidly. He was breathing hard, and you could see the sweat on his skin. You looked into his eyes, and you saw how dark they were.

“I'm sorry,” he said, panting. “I couldn't control myself.”

“It's okay,” you said, out of breath. “I liked it…”

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Photo: Ian McKellen, Greta Scacchi and Alan Rickman at the Golden Globe Awards, 1997

ALAN RICKMAN (1946-2016) There is so much that is matchless to remember about Alan Rickman. His career was at the highest level, as actor on stage and screen and as director ditto. His last bequest of his film "A Little Chaos" and his indelible performance as Louis 14th, should now reach the wider audience they deserve. Beyond a career which the world is indebted to, he was a constant agent for helping others. Whether to institutions like RADA or to individuals and certainly to me, his advice was always spot-on. He put liberal philanthropy at the heart of his life. He and Rima Horton (50 years together) were always top of my dream-list dinner guests. Alan would by turns be hilarious and indignant and gossipy and generous. All this delivered sotto, in that convoluted voice, as distinctive as Edith Evans, John Gielgud, Paul Scofield, Alec Guinness, Alastair Sim or Bowie, company beyond compare. When he played Rasputin, I was the Tzar Nicholas. Filming had started before I arrived in St Petersburg. Precisely as I walked into the hotel-room, the phone rang. Alan, to say welcome, hope the flight was tolerable and would I like to join him and Greta Scacchi and others in the restaurant in 30 minutes? Alan, the concerned leading man. On that film, he discovered that the local Russian crew was getting an even worse lunch than the rest of us. So he successfully protested. On my first day before the camera, he didn't like the patronising, bullying tone of a note which the director gave me. Alan, seeing I was a little crestfallen, delivered a quiet, concise resume of my career and loudly demanded that the director up his game. Behind his starry insouciance and careless elegance, behind that mournful face, which was just as beautiful when wracked with mirth, there was a super-active spirit, questing and achieving, a super-hero, unassuming but deadly effective. I so wish he'd played King Lear and a few other classical challenges but that's to be greedy. He leaves a multitude of fans and friends, grateful and bereft. -- Ian McKellen, London, 14 January 2016

Zoro's voice can be heard from outside of the room, calling your name. The room is one of the rooms the crew has at the inn where you're staying in this particular island. It's small, with a small bed and a small desk. There's also a mirror by the bed. You're looking into it, examining your body in the reflection.

You feel your heart racing at the sound of your boyfriend's voice. You've been with him for a while now, and he always knows when you're feeling bad. He knows when you need him. It doesn't take long for him to find you in your room, and when he does, he immediately notices your posture. You're hunched over in front of the mirror, looking at yourself with a critical eye.

You're wearing a simple white t-shirt and black shorts, and your hair is messy, falling over your shoulders. You look like you haven't slept in days. Zoro immediately knows what's wrong.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” he asks, his voice soft.

You shake your head, not looking up at him.

“I don't know,” you lie. “I just feel so… horrible. My body is covered in scars. I'm not perfect like the others. Why would you ever want to be with someone like me?”

Zoro frowns, his grey eyes narrowing as he looks at you. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn't know how.

“Y/N,” he says, stepping closer to you. “You know I don't care about that. I love you for who you are, not for how you look.”

You shake your head again, tears forming in your eyes.

“It's not just about how I look,” you say. “It's about everything. I'm so flawed, Zoro. I have so many scars. I'm not good enough for you.”

Zoro reaches for you, cupping your cheek in his hand. He looks into your eyes, trying to convey his feelings to you.

“Y/N,” he repeats. “I love you. Scars and all. You're perfect.”

You close your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. Zoro pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours, and it comforts you.

“Besides… I think the scars make you look hot as hell,” he whispers into your hair. “Just like you.”

You blush, but you can't help but smile a little.

“Really?” you ask, your voice small.

Zoro nods, his eyes roaming over your body.

“Mhm,” he hums. “Especially this one right here.”

You feel his hand on your back, tracing one of your scars. You shiver at his touch.

“Zoro,” you whisper, your cheeks heating up.

He pulls back a little, looking down at you. You can see the desire in his eyes, and it makes your heart race.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says again. “Every inch of you.”

You nod, feeling a little better.

“I love you too, Zoro,” you reply.

Zoro smiles, his hand moving to your hip.

“Can I show you how much I want you?” he asks.

You blush even harder, but you nod. You know what he's asking. And you want it too.

Zoro leans down, capturing your lips with his. You close your eyes, getting lost in the kiss. His hand moves from your hip to your waist, pulling you closer. You can feel his tongue sliding into your mouth, and you moan softly.

His other hand moves to your hair, tangling his fingers in it. He pulls back, looking down at you with a hungry expression.

“Take off your clothes,” he commands, his voice low. “I want to see every inch of you.”

You swallow, your heart racing. You nod, pulling off your shirt and shorts. Zoro watches you intently, his eyes roaming over every part of your body. You can feel your cheeks heating up under his gaze.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he says, his voice full of desire.

He reaches for you, pulling you close. He kisses you again, his hands roaming over your skin. You moan into his mouth, feeling his erection pressing against your stomach.

Zoro pulls back, looking into your eyes. He reaches behind you, unhooking your bra. He lets it fall to the floor, his eyes immediately going to your breasts. They're big, and Zoro can't help but stare at them. You blush, feeling self-conscious.

“Zoro,” you say, trying to cover yourself.

But Zoro stops you, pulling your hands away. He looks into your eyes.

“Don't,” he says. “You're beautiful. Let me look at you.”

You nod, letting your hands fall to your sides. Zoro looks down at your breasts again, his eyes filled with desire.

“God,” he breathes. “You're so perfect.”

He reaches out, cupping one of your breasts in his hand. You moan softly, closing your eyes.

Zoro bends down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp, your back arching. He sucks on it gently, his tongue swirling around it. You moan louder, your hands going to his hair.

He switches to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. You whimper, feeling pleasure coursing through your body. He pulls back, looking up at you.

“You taste so good,” he says, his voice husky. “I could spend hours just tasting you.”

You blush, your heart racing.

“Zoro,” you breathe.

He stands up, pulling off his shirt. You can't help but stare at his chest. It's muscular and toned, and there's a big scar across it. You remember when he got it, during a battle with a Mihawk. You reach out, tracing it with your finger.

“Does it still hurt?” you ask.

Zoro shakes his head, looking down at your hand.

“Not anymore,” he says. “But I like it when you touch me there.”

You smile, moving your hand up to his neck. You pull him down, kissing him again. He moans into your mouth, his hand going to your hip. You can feel his erection pressing against you, and you whimper.

Zoro breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes.

“I want you,” he says, his voice low. He smiles, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hands on your ass. He carries you over to the bed, laying you down gently. You watch as he pulls off his pants, his erection springing free. You lick your lips, wanting to taste him.

But he doesn't give you the chance. He climbs on top of you, kissing you again. His hands roam over your body, and you can feel his cock pressing against your inner thigh. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Zoro, please,” you breathe. “I need you.”

He nods, reaching down to position himself at your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, and you cry out, feeling him stretch you. It feels so good, and you cling to him tightly.

He starts to move, thrusting in and out of you. You moan with each thrust, feeling pleasure building inside of you. His hands move to your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you harder. You cry out his name, feeling your orgasm approaching.

“Zoro,” you whimper. “I'm so close.”

He nods, his breathing heavy. He reaches down, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You cry out, your orgasm hitting you. You cling to him, feeling yourself clench around him. He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Y/N,” he breathes, his eyes locked on yours. “I love you.”

You smile, feeling your heart full.

“I love you too,” you say.

He nods, thrusting into you a few more times before he stills. You feel his cock pulsing inside of you, and you know he's coming. You hold onto him tightly, feeling his weight on top of you.

He collapses on top of you, his breathing heavy. You stroke his hair, feeling happy to have him.

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