Zoro and his Assassin

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ZORO!!!!!

NOTE: The following chapter has no plot and is pure smut. You have been warned.

I wrote it in a hurry and did not edit as good as I would like - so please excuse the typos/grammar errors etc.

Ill try to pick the plot back up in the next chapter. Thanks for reading!

Zoro's POV:

I stand near the edge of the bed, fists clenched so tight my knuckles ache, trying to keep a lid on what's building up inside me. Years of fighting have drilled control into me—control over the bloodlust. I've always had it down, knowing when to let the beast out, making every swing count. But right now? Right now, it feels like that control's hanging by a damn thread.

It's her. Every look, every little smirk she throws my way, like she's daring me to lose control, to take her without holding back. My pulse is hammering, blood hot, and I don't think I can trust myself anymore. This... whatever the hell it is I feel for her—it's just as fierce as bloodlust, if not worse and just as raw, and just as dangerous.

I'm actually worried I might end up hurting her if I don't keep myself in check. She's looking at me, pulling me in, and it's like she wants me to let loose, wants to see what happens when I drop the restraint. Like she's got no idea what I'm barely holding back. Or maybe she knows exactly what she's asking for, and that just makes it even harder to fight. She's more dangerous than any enemy I've faced, and I know damn well if she keeps pushing me like this, I won't be able to hold back for long.

The brat tells me to take off my swords, which just makes me want to do the opposite. So I fix her with a hard glare instead.

She gives me a twisted smile—or whatever you'd call that sneer on her face. She looks like a damn witch, eyes gleaming, like she's about to sink her teeth in her prey.

Then she steps toward me, hips swaying as if she's out to torture me, closing the distance just enough to mess with my head. I try to keep my face blank. If she's playing her usual game, any second now she'll find a way to lean in and lick up my neck like I'm some piece of candy.

But she stops right there, just out of reach, and her eyes trail down my body, slow as hell, taking their time until they land on the bulge in my pants. Her eyes go wide for a second, then she licks her lips, gaze fixed on me like she's savoring every inch.

"What?" I growl, voice rougher than I mean it to be. No idea why, but the way she's looking at me has my blood running hot, and I can feel sweat starting to bead down my back.

The brat looks up at me from under her lashes, playing all coy. "Nothing, demon. I'm just tired and want to go to bed now. You can stay right here with your swords and stand guard. Suits you."

A laugh escapes me at that sugary tone of hers. My mood shifts from that dark place to something more sinful.

I step forward, bending down slightly to meet her eyes, and mimic her voice, just as sickly sweet. "Of course, princess. I understand someone of your... delicate constitution must be exhausted after a brutal day like this. I wouldn't want to keep someone like you up any longer. Please, sleep! And if it pleases you, I'll take first watch and keep you safe."

Anya's eyes flash with anger at my teasing. "Oh, look at that, you actually spoke a whole sentence to me. And here I was thinking you'd forgotten human speech and could only parrot out single words."

"Why, Princess.. did you miss my voice?"

"Get a grip, Zoro." She scoffs.

But I continue over her "Because I did. Missed it the whole time I was outside." I pause, meeting her eyes with a smirk. "Or maybe I just missed that wicked mouth of yours."