One Piece: The Princess and the Villain (Vivi x Crocodile) - Fanfiction

17 - THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM (2)

Crocodile stepped out of the tub first, droplets of water tracing down his skin as he reached for his bathrobe. The fabric hung loosely over his broad frame as he turned, grabbing a towel before walking back to Vivi, who was still leaning weakly against the edge of the tub. Her body glistened, the water reflecting in her flushed skin as she tried to catch her breath.

He knelt beside her, wrapping the towel around her, his touch both possessive and gentle. Without a word, he scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her from the bath and into his bedroom, where the cool air brushed over her heated skin. Vivi rested her head against his chest, still too dazed to speak, as she let herself melt into his hold.

Laying her gently onto the bed, Crocodile leaned over her, his lips brushing her forehead before trailing down to her lips. "We just did it," Vivi whispered, a soft protest escaping her as she tried to catch her breath, her voice half-exasperated, half-pleading. She wasn't really saying no—just overwhelmed, still caught in the lingering warmth of their bath.

Crocodile smirked, his voice low and husky, "We're just kissing this time. Open your mouth wider."

Without waiting for a response, his lips captured hers again, this time softer, more sensual, but no less intense. His tongue teased the edge of her lips, commanding her to obey, to let him in deeper. The protest in Vivi's breath turned into a soft sigh as she opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His fingers tangled in her damp hair as his other hand rested on her hip, pulling her closer.

The kiss was slow, deliberate—an exploration rather than the hunger they'd shared before. Yet, beneath the softness, there was still a fire, an unspoken need that simmered between them. Crocodile's dominance remained, but there was something else now, a deeper connection that made each kiss, each touch, feel different. More meaningful. He devoured her lips with a controlled passion, savoring every second, every breath she gave him.

Vivi moaned softly into his mouth, her body responding even though her mind screamed for a break. She kissed him back, their tongues dancing together in a heated rhythm, her fingers clutching the fabric of his bathrobe, pulling him closer. Crocodile groaned, pleased with how easily she gave in, how her lips seemed to belong to him entirely now.

Crocodile's kiss grew deeper, more demanding, as he pushed Vivi gently but firmly back onto the bed, his weight pressing down on her. The softness of their earlier exchange gave way to something more heated, more urgent. His lips trailed down to her neck, lingering there as his breath sent shivers down her spine.

Vivi could barely catch her breath between his kisses, her mind hazy with the intensity of the moment. She wasn't protesting anymore, her hands instinctively running along his chest, fingers brushing over his robe. She had given in, and Crocodile knew it.

"Damn, you taste too good to stop," he muttered against her skin, his voice rough with desire. He pulled away just enough to look down at her, his eyes dark and filled with something she couldn't quite place. His hands moved to her towel, loosening it slowly, almost teasingly, as his lips found their way back to hers.

Vivi's heart raced as he undid the towel, the cool air brushing against her skin once more. Crocodile didn't seem to care that they'd just come from the bath—he wanted more, and he wasn't going to wait. His hands roamed her body with a possessiveness that made her pulse quicken, but there was also a tenderness there, a strange contradiction she wasn't used to from him.

"Crocodile..." she whispered, her voice shaky but filled with need. She wasn't sure what she was asking for—for him to stop, or to keep going. But either way, her body betrayed her, arching up into his touch as his mouth found her collarbone, then lower.

"You're mine, Vivi," he growled softly, his lips brushing over her breast as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer. "I could do this forever."

The words sent a thrill through her, and despite herself, despite the overwhelming sensations, she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in. Crocodile grinned against her skin, his hands sliding lower, gripping her firmly as he leaned in for another kiss.

"You're going to make me lose control again," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, before capturing her lips with a hunger that matched his words.

Vivi responded in kind, kissing him back just as fiercely, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt all too natural by now. There was no hesitation anymore—only the shared need that seemed to consume them both. Each kiss, each touch, was filled with a raw intensity that neither of them could deny.

Time seemed to blur as they lost themselves in each other again, the world outside fading away until there was only them, tangled together in a storm of passion that neither could escape.

***

As the haze of their intimacy began to clear, Vivi lay exhausted on the bed, her cheeks flushed from both exertion and the gentle teasing from Crocodile. She propped herself up slightly, her arms trembling a bit, and threw him a subtle pout.

"You said we would just be kissing," she protested lightly, her lips forming a small, adorable pout. There was no true frustration in her voice, just a playful complaint.

Crocodile, sitting at the edge of the bed, chuckled deeply, amused by her flustered state. "That was the plan," he said with a smirk, "but you're the one who didn't stop me. I'm blaming you for that."

Vivi's eyes widened as she pushed herself up further, her face a shade redder. "How could it be my fault when you're the one who pressed me down?" Her voice carried a hint of playful indignation, though inside, she didn't truly mind. Not after all that had happened between them.

Crocodile reached out, gently stroking her hair, running his fingers through the damp strands as he brought it closer to his face, inhaling its scent. There was something almost tender in the gesture, but his smirk betrayed his playful dominance. "How could I stop when your face practically begged for more?" he teased. "Princess, I thought you have learned to be more honest with yourself."

Vivi's face flushed an even deeper shade of red, and in a moment of embarrassment, she buried her face in the pillow. "You are impossible... We were just bathing, and look at what you've done again... it's inside me. Again." Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but her tone was both accusing and flustered.

Crocodile, still completely unbothered, chuckled at her words. "Good. Don't spill it. Keep it inside you," he whispered teasingly as he caressed her cheek with surprising tenderness. "Good girl."

Her face turned crimson as she peeked at him from beneath the pillow, unable to suppress the warmth that bloomed within her at his teasing words.

After a moment, Crocodile rose from the bed, dressing himself with casual ease. "I have something to take care of," he said as he slipped on his coat. "I'll have the maids help you dress and bring you a meal. Rest."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"It's me," came a familiar voice from behind the door.

Crocodile lit a cigar, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke before responding, "Come in."

Nico Robin entered the room, her calm expression momentarily flickering as her eyes swept over the scene, her gaze catching on Vivi still lying in bed. "Excuse me, I didn't know you had company," she said, her tone polite but neutral, betraying nothing of what she might be thinking.

"Don't bother with that. Continue with the information," Crocodile replied, his voice cool and commanding as usual.

Robin gave a nod, unperturbed as she returned to the matter at hand. "Sure. The meeting is scheduled for later today. We need to leave soon."

Without another glance at Vivi, Robin continued briefing Crocodile as the two left the room together, their conversation fading as they moved down the hall. Meanwhile, Vivi lay on the bed, still flushed and reeling from both the teasing and the sudden shift back to Crocodile's usual business demeanor, feeling her heart race as she tried to process the mixture of tenderness and dominance that defined their relationship.