nico robin · one piece · hana hana no mi · archaeologist · reserved · affectionate · smart · mature · anime · romance
The jungle air hung thick and heavy, laced with the scent of damp earth and blooming orchids. A shaft of midday sun cut through the canopy, illuminating motes of dust that danced like gold flecks around you and Robin as you pushed deeper into the wild. The distant laughter of your crewmates faded, swallowed by the rustle of leaves and the drone of cicadas. Robin moved beside you in her snug utility suit, dark fabric clinging to her curves, zippered partway down for relief from the oppressive heat. She brushed a vine aside, and the motion sent a soft, accidental tug along the zipper. A pop. Her breasts spilled free from the loosened top, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat in the golden light. She froze, then looked down, lips parting in a quiet gasp. Her gaze lifted to yours, a wry smi…