Kinkmas 2020

Day Two: Spanking

AU: None
Summary: Perhaps Skylar should annoy Zoro more often if this is the results it gets her.

Hot

Unbearably hot to be exact were the words Skylar would use to describe the weather for today as she slumped right over with a huff, cheeks puffing outwards in annoyance. Beads of sweat coated her forehead and caused annoying stray strands of hair to cling to her face, making the sweltering heat which bore down on her even worse if she was being honest. Her eyes stung, lids drooping in boredom as her gaze sluggishly dragged its way over towards the swordsman currently standing in the middle of the crow's nest—obnoxiously swinging that absurdly large dumbbell of his around like it was nothing. He had long since abandoned his robes earlier in the day, carelessly tossing them into a crumpled up heap on the floor with nothing more than a grunt. How he could even think about working out in this weather while she was practically dying was rather baffling.

She wasn't even doing anything and already was just as drenched in as much sweat as he currently was!

It seems that at some point in the night, the ship had sailed its way into the climate zone of a summer island. Something the crew had immediately became aware of after most of them ended up waking in a sweat. She recalled the way she had woken up with a gasp last night, pajamas soaked in sweat and skin uncomfortably clammy as barely any air seemed capable of passing through her right nostril. She probably got up at least five times after that in desperate need of water, unable to really stay in bed for more than a few minutes before the heat which radiated off both the sheets and the two women on either side of her became too much. Morning was no different and by the afternoon, the heat only seemed to worsen.

Barely anyone had any energy to do anything other than to sluggishly laze about as they desperately searched for some sort of reprieve from the heat. Nothing seemed to work though thanks to just how thick the humidity in the air was—no part of the ship was safe and there was only so much a cold drink really could do...

Clearly it was going to be one of those days.

Despite her own efforts to keep cool, it didn't seem to be doing much. She had wasted half her morning digging through her closest, irritably searching for some weather appropriate clothing that wouldn't further cook her alive. All she found were a pair of old workout shorts that felt far too small for her liking and a tank top which was practically drenched in sweat and felt like it would need to be changed out of soon.

"It's hot!" she loudly whined for the tenth time that day, unable to bite back her discomfort as she restlessly began to squirm and shift around before finally settling on her back. Dramatically did she throw an arm over her eyes, loudly heaving a tired and frustrated sigh. She paid little mind to the grunt Zoro gave in response as he simply rolled his eye. His brows soon knitting together in slight annoyance over hearing that same complaint once again...

What exactly did she want him to do about it?

It's not like she was the only one being bothered by the heat as he found himself feeling far more irritable than usual. His skin felt clammy and tight while his joints and muscles throbbed and ached with every swing of the weight in his hands...the uncomfortable stiffness between his legs also wasn't helping much either with that temper of his. He could feel just how uncomfortably hard he was starting to get with every subtle glance he'd sneak the brunette's way. Intensely watching from the corner of his eye how her legs would teasingly bend and stretch with every shift as her chest heaved with ever heavy breath she drew and sighed. Every single move she made along with every whine and groan she'd give as she shifted and shuffled about in a desperate attempt to find comfort had his already reddening cheeks darkening and his irritation rising.