Sunday Morning (Zoro x OC)

Sunday Morning

It's been a while since I wrote stuff like this, so I'm a bit rusty.
Constructive criticism is more than welcome.
The female is based off of Haruno Sakura. The plan was to write a Zoro x Sakura story, but I'm not sure if people are interested in reading that pairing, so I left her nameless in this 'chapter' which will be featured in the story later on.
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Enjoy~

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Her skin felt hot beneath his touch. Hot, soft and silky smooth. She tilted her head to the side with her eyes closed. Her pink tresses fell to the side, exposing her cream-colored neck in the process. Licking his lips, he leaned in closer as one of his hands slowly slid up her arm. The other one rested against her lower back where he traced lazy circles with his thumb just underneath the thin fabric of her top. His nose brushed against her jawbone as he closed the distance between them. The unique mixture of forest and herbs filled his lungs as he breathed in her scent, the rare essence lingering and teasing his senses. One hand grasped around her soft curls and he pressed his lips against her neck, fingers twirling her pastel-colored locks around them and tugging gently to uncover more of her neck. His tongue darted out to lick on a soft-spot right behind her ear before he nibbled on that same area, earning a sensual moan from the pinkette. Smirking into her flesh, he started sucking on that same spot and felt her hands loosen from where they had been resting against his arms to start to roam his bigger frame.

Her hands went down to the hem of his dark-grey shirt and lifted the soft fabric slightly. Sliding her hands underneath his top she could feel his muscles rip beneath her fingertips. Her fingers traced his lower abdomen, grazing his toned muscles with a feather-light touch which also earned her a sharp intake of air from the green-haired swordsman. Small hands moved further up his toned chest while he continued his ministries against her neck. Nibbling had turned to kissing and he had moved from her neck to her jawline again. Emerald eyes opened slightly to gaze at their lover. And as he teasingly and slowly kissed a path from her neck to her lips, she sighed contently and wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him closer while tilting her head to capture his lips with her own.

She felt him smile into the kiss, the sides of his lips quirking upward at her bold move.

“Getting impatient, are we?” he questioned playfully, his breath fanning over her lips as he opened his eyes to look at the woman before him. Her normally pale cheeks were flushed; from heat or embarrassment he didn't know. His thumb brushed against her bottom lip which she had seductively captured in between her teeth, and he instinctively leaned in to taste them again, to claim them and to claim her.

Hooking her fingers under the waistband of his trousers, she pulled him with her as she backed away toward the bed. The cool wood pressed against the back of her legs as she finally reached her destination and before she had time to reflect on what was happening he was lowering her onto the mattress with his lips still attached to hers.

Seating himself in between her legs, he pulled his shirt off in one swift movement and tossed it onto the floor before leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. She smiled slyly as she gazed into his eyes, her emerald orbs full of emotion. She raked her nails softly over his naked back, earning a hiss from the male as his eyes fluttered closed. Slick fingers trailed further up his toned back, toward his neck and up to his hair where they slid through his green tuft in a loving manner. Her right hand traveled down his cheek where she brushed her thumb over his brow and cheek before she leaned up to kiss him on the lips. The hand glided toward his ear where she carefully ran her fingers over his three golden earrings, causing them to play a short jingle in the process.

Flipping them over, she ended up straddling his lap. One leg rested on each side of his hips and she traced the long scar on his chest with careful fingers. His eyes were locked on her face, dark eyes searching hers for some sort of clue. It bothered him that he couldn't remember. All he really knew was her and even though he loved being there with her, he could not help the nagging feeling that was constantly making itself known in the back of his head. There was more to him. There had to be more to him. Fragments of distant memories were constantly seeping into his consciousness. He just didn't have the ability nor knowledge to sort them out - to place them correctly.