She'd left him for a few days.

God, it was only a few days but he couldn't stand it already. He'd lifted more than usual, spending almost half the days in his weight room off the side of the ship. She'd left him meals to eat (and threatened him to eat more than white rice, red meat and ale) and taken care of everything that needed to be done while she was away.

But he was sleeping alone for the first time since they had started living together.

Alone at night with the shivering sweats and lustful dreams that tormented him. He hadn't been like this before, he knew. What the hell had happened? During the day wasn't better, either. He tried to occupy himself but a picture of her in his room, the subtle fragrance of her hair still lingering in the main cabin ...all these things brought his desire crushing back to him. He found himself thinking back to the first time they had made love, the first time they kissed, the feel of her mouth on his penis as she gave him his first oral experience. His thoughts were random but always erotic and they kept distracting him.

Zoro swore loudly and ran a hand through his short green hair. He pulled his shirt off, tossed it next to the bed and laid down, running a palm down his chest to his slacks. He quickly unbuttoned them and yanked them down, pushing himself backwards to arch off the bed and pull them off all the way. Why not. He snorted and stripped completely, the feel of the cool sheets soft and pleasant on his bare skin. Just a few nights ago he had lain here with his lover, straining and sweating against her as he pushed in and out of her body. His hand gripped his hardened manhood as he remembered how it had felt. The flex and slide, warmth and wet - plus she would breathe his name in his ear as he thrust. He liked that. His name on her lips was always an exciting thing; she called him by a nickname a lot. Not as much as he did her - he never used her real name -- but to hear her purr 'Zoro', rolling the "r" in that catlike way she had...

Shit.

He clamped his teeth together, growling. She was going to get attacked when she got back. His hand wasn't enough, damn it! He rolled over and strained against the sheets, movements frantic in his need to sense her, smell her. The pillow. He grasped it and cradled it under his body, burying his face in the soft cloth. Success, it smelled like her. Zoro rubbed his cheek against it, unconsciously sighing as he pictured his fiancee. He tried to mimic her touch on his body, stroking his rippled chest with one hand while the other almost angrily jerked his rigid flesh. His fingers splayed across the scar she was obsessed with, imagining her warm little wet tongue lapping at it.

"Cat..." He frowned at himself. Shit. Was that his voice?! It was needy, grating, harsher than usual but less of himself. He sounded desperate.

Fuck it. You know what? Fuck it.

No one was around, no one would hear him. He bared his teeth and moaned her name, shuddering as he felt himself begin to peak. Her soft thighs wrapped around him, her touch, her hands. Everything was a blur except the burn in his stomach. That was more than real and she jolted forwards suddenly, coughing sharply in shock as thick lines of semen shot out of him. Too much. It almost hurt, it wasn't right to be doing this so often but he wanted her, wanted her. Zoro grimaced while his aching body finished its work. Then he rolled over, oblivious to the mess he'd made.

It wasn't enough, he grumbled to himself, because this was just sex. With her it was love.

"Fucking hurry already," he grunted at the ceiling.