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

20 - THE RAGING STORM

The time for their return to Alabasta had arrived. Crocodile and Nico Robin boarded the ship without fanfare, their interaction strictly business as usual. No one mentioned their sudden encounter from that night, not even a lingering glance that would suggest it held any weight between them. Robin, ever observant, recognized it for what it was—a moment of weakness from Crocodile, a lapse in his otherwise iron-clad control. She found it more intriguing that he had lost his grip in front of her, but that was all.

Crocodile, too, buried the memory. It wasn't Robin who consumed his thoughts, but someone else. His mind drifted constantly to Vivi as the ship sailed back to Alabasta. With every passing day, his hunger for her grew, gnawing at him from the inside, a need that had been growing stronger in his absence. His exterior remained as unshakable as ever, but his inner turmoil was reaching a breaking point. He hadn't seen her in months, hadn't touched her. And yet, his desire only intensified.

Now that they were nearing Alabasta, his thoughts shifted to how he would see her again. He couldn't simply walk into the palace, not when he had no business. And he knew Vivi would never willingly come to him either—there had only been one time when she'd done so, and it had been the moment that changed their relationship. From possession to something more...something he still couldn't fully name. Yet, the need was there, always, growing more uncontrollable by the minute.

Meanwhile, Vivi had received word that Sir Crocodile's ship had docked. Her heart wavered. Should she go to him? Should she wait for him to come to her? Did he want her to welcome him? He had never explicitly stated what he felt for her, and she didn't know whether what they shared was purely physical or if there was something deeper behind it. But she missed him, though she wouldn't admit it aloud. And this time, she couldn't wait. She made an excuse to leave the palace, her destination clear in her mind—Crocodile's estate.

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Crocodile stepped down from the carriage, Nico Robin beside him as they discussed the remaining details of their business. His words were measured, but his thoughts weren't focused on the work. They raced ahead, planning when he could slip away to find Vivi. But as they approached the entrance to his estate, something unexpected made him stop in his tracks.

There, standing in the middle of the grand hallway, was Vivi.

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze. His mind snapped. Everything he'd held back for months, the carefully controlled façade, crumbled in an instant. Without warning, without even a moment of restraint, he rushed toward her, his long strides eating up the space between them.

Vivi barely had time to react before he was upon her, sweeping her off the ground as though she weighed nothing. His lips crashed into hers with raw intensity, the force of his kiss making her gasp. Her eyes widened in shock—Crocodile's men, all of them were behind him witnessing the scene with disbelief.

"Croc—!" Vivi tried to speak, but her words were swallowed by his rough, demanding mouth. His tongue pushed deeper, his lips devouring hers with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

"Silent," he growled against her lips, his voice a low rumble of command that left no room for argument. He didn't stop, didn't give her a moment to catch her breath. His need for her was all-consuming, and he kissed her with the fury of a man starved for too long. Every inch of him screamed for her, and he couldn't hold it back any longer.

Vivi, meanwhile, felt every shiver from the heat of Crocodile's kiss ripple through her body. Months had passed since they were last together, and now, as his lips claimed hers again, the sensations inside her flared with a raw intensity. The way Crocodile's tongue pressed deeper against hers ignited a fire that coursed all the way to her toes. It was so overwhelming that Vivi felt her body on the brink of surrendering, almost reaching a climax from the sheer force of Crocodile's kiss alone.