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Gua-Sha

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I've felt I have severely neglected writing for the green-haired swordsman while I've been catapulted with hands bound, riding aboard the Mihawk-Sanji-Buggy train and he was in desperate need of some attention.

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, facial massage, lymphatic drainage, pining, mutual pining, not beta-read (I'm sorry). This song was on repeat while writing, for all those who (like me) like songs to coexist with their fics.

Word Count: 4,438

Sitting in a reclined position on a deck chair besides the great green-haired swordsman; you brought the jade-coloured, smooth rock back up to your jaw. You raked the sharp surface from your chin upwards towards the left-hand side towards your ear as you felt the drainage of lymphatic glands pool down the crevasses of your throat.

Closing your eyes, you repeated the movement several more times before lulling your head over to the other side and repeating the technique; dragging the jade piece along your outer jaw to pool the liquid down your throat causing you equal amounts of relief.

As you brought your hands up to begin dragging the stone against the bridge of your nose to glide across your cheekbones up to your temple; the swordsman opened his eye lazily to glance at you. His eyes raked from your skilled hands drawing the stone against your cheeks to your parted lips as you gasped at the relief the massaging movement provided to your flesh.

“What is that thing?” he asked lazily from his position beside you on the bench. Looking down on him with half-lidded eyes; you allowed yourself a moment to trail your eyes over your crewman. His chest was exposed to the sun with his buttoned shirt relinquishing their duties to contain his muscular torso. His scar from the battle with Dracule Mihawk present to all who cast their eyes onto him, glistening with the silvertip eclipse of healed skin.

You looked down at his lazy eyes as he arched his brow up to you to re-emphasize his question. Rolling your eyes, you drew your unoccupied hand to your neck to stabilize your ministrations against your nasal trail.

“It’s called gua-sha,” you informed him with a breathy tone, closing your eyes to focus on your movements, “it’s for lymphatic drainage of your face. Really helps me relax after my watch shift.”

Zoro hummed in response, his eyes zeroing in on your fingertips as they continued to drag the coarse side of the stone ritualistically over your face repetitively. His eyes, fully opened now, focused on how methodologically you maneuvered the object against your face to syphon the collected pressure within your muscles downwards into your chest to dissipate the gathered fluid.

Feeling the burning eyes drilling into you, you sighed a little in frustration at the attention before turning to look completely at the swordsman beside you. Your eyes met with his, his sights focusing on the object clasped within your knuckles rather than your eyes. Furrowing your brows cautiously at him, your brow arched upwards in question.

“Did you want to try it?” you apprehensively asked him, holding out the small, smooth stone in the palm of your hand to present it to him. His brows furrowed at your words, staring at the object in your outstretched hand before drawing his eyes up to gaze into your own.

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” he shrugged, his lip and jaw protruding dismissively as he arched his shoulders upwards. Your brow increased in its position against your forehead at his words, before dissipating into your lips gathering in a soft smirk.

“Would you like me to do it for you?” you asked him, gesturing first to the stone before beckoning him to recline against your lap, “I’ve got the technique nailed to a fine art.”

He arched his own brows up at your question before internally arguing with himself to find some semblance of danger in adhering to your offer. Once finding no such threat, he turned to look up at you with an almost soft expression.

“If you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind it,” he shrugged again before inching himself towards you; halting as his upper arms and forearms brushed with your thighs, asking; “so, how do you want to do this?”

The swordsman and yourself had nothing more than comradery in your established friendship: he the first mate to the captain, you an explorer who’s paths aligned with your current captain’s adventure to the Grand Line. You can admit to yourself easily enough that Zoro was easy on the eyes; his moss-coloured hair, his golden piercing and his warm chestnut brown eyes drawing you into him completely. His rough exterior was begging to be peeled back to reveal the warm, beautiful interior you had only been graced with encountering once he received injury beyond his natural healing ability.

“Come over here then,” you beckoned him with a playful grin, gesturing for him to rotate to lay on his back with his hair falling into your thighs, “lay down and relax, your settee awaits.”

He let out a sharp exhale of a huff of breath before he did what you asked of him: his head reclining against your thighs as you smoothed your hands over his forehead to draw back the emerald locks from obscuring your view. He hissed in a small grunt of surprise against your fingers brushing his hair away, prompting you to flinch away in response.

“Sorry, Zoro,” you uttered in a low tone, “I should’ve asked if it was okay to touch you before I did. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He sighed with a light laugh in response, gazing up at you with his hazelnut coloured orbs; “it’s fine,” he reassured you, “you’re gonna touch that weird rock on my face anyway. Go on, touch me,” his smirk twinkled within his in his roguish teasing.

In response to his playful taunt, you smoothed your fingertips against his face to prepare his skin for the gua-sha jade stone. You placed the stone to lie against his chest before you relinquished your hold on it, opting to bring your fingertips to his cheekbones. His brows furrowed as he gazed up into your eyes before flittering them shut under your skillful fingertips soothing his stubborn and aching muscles beneath his cheeks.

Behind closed eyes, his jaw hung slightly agape as his lips parted to huff out small pants of relief as he relished in your touch. A warm blush rose to your cheeks at his vocalized breaths, which you managed to bully down to the recesses of your chest. You were merely anchoring your fingertips to prepare his skin to receive the smooth stone, but he was already breathing sighs of relief under your ministrations. The pressure within his facial muscles, particularly his brows, were incredibly tense under your fingers. You rotated small circles from your thumbs and forefingers, drawing them from his pointed brow to his temples and down the frame of his cheeks towards his jaw.

Zoro’s brows furrowed deeper, his thoughts swirling beneath his eyes at your touch. He could admit to only himself that he appreciated your presence beside him and often found himself falling beside you at meal times, accompanying your watch-shifts, and falling his body between yours and harms way in defense. To him, you were beautiful; so incredibly and unashamedly beautiful. Your drive in ensuring the wellbeing of the crew was one of the major attractions he felt to you, acknowledging your external beauty as secondary to your heart. Now that your touch was freely given to him, he relished in every single moment of it; never dreaming of the instance occurring and now not wanting it to end.

You reached down to his throat to collect the smooth stone within your grasp with your right hand while your left continued to caress his cheek within your hands.

“Are you okay with me starting with the gua-sha stone now, or would you prefer my fingers for a little while more?” you asked him in a small voice to not break him from his relaxation.

He hummed in response, truly processing the question you were asking him. His eyes flittered open to meet with your own, his right hand reaching up to clasp your right wrist containing the stone. He traced small circles with his thumb against your skin, his lips falling into a small and apprehensive smile.

“I like it all so far,” he admitted, his eyes shutting in a slow blink before reopening to meet with your own orbs, “but I do like the way your fingers feel on my face. They’re-,” he paused, attempting to find the words he wanted to give to you, “-they’re warm. You’re warm.”

Again, you internally screamed at yourself to contain the rising heated blush within your chest to bully it away from your cheeks. While Zoro did not particularly have a way with words, his sincerity is what held you beneath the clasps of your gentle, circular movements.

“I-I don’t have to use the stone, you know,” you informed him, gulping back your hesitancy to rise an aura of confidence in its wake, “I can do this with just my hands if you like. It is easier with the stone, but I have the ability to make do without if you’d prefer?”

He hummed in response as your fingertips found his cheeks and forehead beneath your thumbs. Closing his eyes once more, you felt less self-conscious beneath his gaze. Placing the stone back down, you began to trail your fingertips over his jaw towards his throat to massage his face; draining his lymphatic nodes downwards to collect the liquid within his throat. His Adams-apple gulped at the sensation, his breathing becoming heavier at your unwithheld pressured caress.

Your fingertips trailed to the scruff of his neck, opting to use your thumbs to trace against his jaw in long, drawn-out strokes. His jaw fell slack as his lips parted, a sigh falling in relief and satisfaction from your skilled ministrations.

Focussing completely on the task at hand, you neglected to notice Zoro reopen his closed eyes to watch your concentrated expression. Your attentiveness and dedication to massaging his face and neck drew a small blush to the ears and cheeks of the masterful sword-wielder as he gawked at you with admiration.

“Zoro?” your low tone shook him from his trance, eyes meeting with your lips first before floating up to meet with your orbs, “do you want the stone?”

His breath hitched as he processed a bombardment of thoughts immediately flooding to pool within his brow: “if the stone is used, he won’t get to feel your fingertips on his cheeks,” “he wants to feel your hands touching him, tenderly tracing his skin against your hands,” “if you don’t use the stone, you might catch on to his affection for you and shy away from him in response,” “if you don’t use the stone, it’ll be weird, right?” “the whole reason you’re touching him is because of the weird stone,” “he doesn’t want to make it weird, he wants to always be close to you,” “why are you looking at him like that?” “your smile is so enchanting,” “why are you laughing?”

“Zoro,” your small, playful giggle drew him from his thoughts as you rolled his name slowly over your tongue, “if you keep thinking so hard, you’re going to undo all of my hard work and I’ll have to start over.”

He felt a slow bead of sweat trickle from his temple to fall within his hairline, the stress of his indecision causing his breath to halt within his throat.

“Hey, woah big boy,” you chastised him, bringing your hands to his cheeks to focus him beneath your palms. Your hair cascaded down to fall around your face as you held his attention, prompting you to flip it over your shoulder with a huff of your breath before drawing your head down to stoop lower.

“This isn’t meant to be a stressful experience,” you informed him, a warm smile falling to your lips as you looked at him through your eyelashes, “if you don’t like it, let me know and I’ll stop-.”

“-Don’t stop,” he gasped with a low rumble of his chest, cutting off your sentence with his command. Taken slightly aback, your eyelashes fluttered in confusion. You gulped against his command, noticing the way your body responded to his vocalisation with your body becoming rigid and alert.

As the first mate aboard the Going Merry, Zoro was accustomed to giving orders to the crew in lieu of Luffy as he slept off the over-consumption of food. You would follow his direction as he lead you in battle, informed you of watch shift rotation, ordered your attacks in combat; but there was something different about his tone. It was a the tone of a desperate request, not a direct order from a commander to a subordinate; but an apprehensive invitation spoken in the tone of a lover.

“Zoro?” you whispered, his name falling from within your mouth with a small sigh. His eyes were drawn immediately to your lips as you called his name, his right hand reaching up to fall against the scruff of your neck. His firm touch felt foreign, but not unwelcome as he gaze fell back into your eyes.

“Use the stone if you want,” he uttered slowly, his chestnut eyes falling back to your lips as his own parted with a small sigh. His fingertips trailed from your neck back upwards to drag your hair over your ear to fall it further away from your face. His rough callouses atop his strong hands traced the shell of your ear softly as he drew it away to fall back onto his chest, lacing with his other as he again shut his eyes awaiting your touch to return.

You shook the rising warmth from your chest and the tingles against his touch back to contain beneath your heart as you slowly retrieved the stone from its position lying on his upper chest. Your eyes lingered on the small opening of his shirt, noticing a small hitch in his own breathing as your touch fell slightly against his skin in the retrieval of the gua-sha stone.

Holding your thumb and forefingers against his chin and jaw, you began raking the harsh side of the gua-sha stone against his jaw to travel upwards to his ear before falling it down towards his pulse and down his throat. Every motion and movement was slow and deliberate, an action you had mastered while perfecting your techniques against your own face every night. Pushing back the growing feelings within your chest, you opted to empathetically fix your sights on Zoro’s face; visualising it as your own instead of his.

Zoro was a writhing mess internally, forcing every rising feeling of attraction to you to retreat down to return within his broody heart. He was okay with his affections for you remaining unrequited, but the way you were touching him, pampering him, was forcing his heart to drum harshly and deafeningly against his ribcage. He was hoping, praying, you were too enamoured in your task to notice how hot his brow was becoming beneath your skillful touch and the rising pink blush falling to his cheeks.

He was not accustomed to getting this worked up beneath the hands of a woman. You were everything he wanted, but never knew he truly needed. His eyes flittered open to sneak a small glance at your face; sighing in relief as he noticed the way you were truly focussing on the task of relieving his jaw of tension instead of meeting your eyes with his own.

You were so beautiful. Your actions were so skillful, your hands relieving him of a lot of the tension he never knew he carried so prominently atop his face. Zoro felt as if he was in a realm completely within its own; the crashing of the waves rocking the ship as he lay completely secure and comfortable against your thighs. He unlaced his hands on his chest, opting to have them fall to his sides to relax himself against your ministrations further.

“Is this okay, Zoro?” your voice asked him in a hushed tone, attempting to not disturb him from his peaceful recline.

“Yeah,” he hummed in response, his lips parting as his eyes floated shut once more to truly enjoy your touch. You snuck a glance to his shut eyelids, noticing how relaxed he was becoming behind his eyes.

You began raking the gua-sha stone against his cheekbones to fall up to his temples and down the frame of his face. Repeating this action several more times, you switched to the other side, tilting his neck with your thumb and forefingers to get a more desired angle as your eyes gazed half-lidded against his face. As Zoro released a small sigh in pleasure, you found yourself also sighing through empathetic joy at him fully relaxing beneath your ministrations.

Laying the stone flat against the centre of his brow, you drew it outwards to his temple and down the side of his face to his pulse. His breath hitched as he felt you pinch his jaw with your thumb firmly, relishing the feeling of you taking control of his body. You halted your movement, noticing his small sharp inhale of breath beneath your hands and flinching yourself away in response.

“Are you okay, did I pinch you a bit too hard?” you asked him, placing the stone down beside your chair in favour of using both of your hands to reassure him with your touch.

His eyes flittered open to meet with yours, his pupils blown as his gaze rapidly floated in indecision of focus between your eyes. His gaze retreated to fall against your lips from your position above him as he rose his left hand upwards to lace within your hair at the back of your head; levering your stoop to lower your face to fall closer in proximity to his own.

You shrieked in surprise as he met your lips with his own, your noses falling to one another’s chins in this sudden passionate embrace. His lips lazily commanded your own to open to receive his tongue, playfully dancing with your own as soon as you succumbed to his unspoken request. Sharply inhaling through your nose; you laced your fingers against Zoro’s outer jugular, feeling the pulse located beneath your fingertips as you tilted your head to deepen the unrestrained kiss further.

Zoro groaned against your lips, arching his other arm upwards to fall it behind you. His hands grazed your jaw before roughly tugging your hair to hold you firmly within his strong grip, rotating his chin against your nose to deepen the kiss further. You spread your hands downwards to fall on his broad chest, fingertips toying at the collar of his shirt to tease his skin beneath it.

Your hair fell slightly to frame the two of you in the intimate embrace, Zoro smiling against your lips as he felt the small strands dance against his cheeks. You tilted your head to the side, beginning to feel the strain from this stooped position against your neck and attempting to alleviate the tension with the small position change to no avail.

“Zor-o,” you murmured against his lips, him groaning in response to you calling his name. He released your hair from his clutches, opting to slowly trail his fingers down your jaw before clasping your wrists within his wide fingertips. At the release of his hands from your head, you suddenly broke from the kiss and stiffly arched your back upwards and lulled your head backwards; unintentionally giving Zoro an unwithheld glance of your chest. His blush deepened against his cheeks as he watched your chest rise and fall with your sharp panted breaths before concaving down to look at him again with your posture falling.

As his eyes met with yours, he shifted in his position laying against your lap to fall onto his stomach before pushing up into a crawling position against the chairs.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered, his eyes franticly searching yours for reciprocation of affection, “I should’ve asked. Your hands just felt really nice on my face and I read a bit into it. I know it was something I asked for, but you just made me-.”

“-Zoro, relax,” you commanded him, his breath halting in his throat at your words. Your warm smile welcomed him alongside your half-lidded eyes, right hand reaching to thumb his cheek as your forefingers toyed with the shell of his ear. You smallest finger toyed briefly with his golden piercing before ushering him once more to return his lips against your own.

As your lips met for a second time in a more comfortable position, you sighed in contentment as he relaxed into your embrace. His palms fell to your hips as you cradled his cheek within your right hand, your tongue darting out to deepen the open kiss further. He lunged his chest further forward into you from his hunched position beside you, before effortlessly lifting your body from its seated position to sit atop his lap reclined in the bench he was laying atop moments prior. A small squeak of surprise fled from your lips as your thighs and knees straddled his thighs, your hips being held firmly in place beneath the firm grip of the swordsman.

His lazy kisses against your lips began to fall to the outer corner of your lips and trail down to your jaw; only to completely halt as you pushed on his pectorals firmly to break from his flurry of kisses. His eyes widened in concern before widening further in surprise as you trailed a relentless attack of small kisses against his throat and neck. His Adams-apple bobbed in response, his jaw falling slack as your hands travelled slowly from his chest upwards to cradle the scruff of his neck; drawing his head to lull back to reveal more of his neck to you. Your teeth began to playfully bite and nip at his exposed neck, soothed by your tongue and lips swirling against the infliction.

Zoro growled at your rough kiss, nudging you with his chin to draw your eyes again to meet; his forehead pressing against your own. Your eyes met with his lips as he drew it into a soft and bashful smile. Your eyes fluttered at the expression, heart soaring in adoration at the revelation of his softer side breaking through his coarse exterior. He was sunshine at last; his commanding aura faltering to warmly welcome you within its realm. Heart racing, eyes darting and breath hitching; you made to bring your lips against his once more, halting only in apprehension to your next thought.

“Zoro?” you asked him, your breathy vocals blowing against his lips in desire.

“Yeah?” he replied with his own question, his breath matching your own in the dance between your bodies.

Your mind searched for the most appropriate way to phrase your next sentence, remaining with your forehead pressed against the swordsman’s. Your mind raced with all of the different ways of phrasing your intentions, attempting to find a small bridge between confessing your undying love for him and attempting to remain aloof in expression.

Sensing your unease, Zoro broke his forehead away in its proximity, his left hand rising from your right hip to thumb your chin with his index finger cradling your jaw. He sighed roughly, his eyes falling serious with his lips parted.

“I like you, okay,” he admitted in a small frowned growl. Your eyes widened as he stole the words you were searching for before you could ready yourself to articulate it.

“W-What do you-,” you began, your words halted by a chaste kiss pressed firmly against your lips before retracting as hastily as it was presented.

“-Shh, no talking,” he ordered you, eyes darting to focus on the both of yours, “let me finish.”

You immediately felt your posture again change at his commanding presence. Although you were situated in a dominant position atop him straddling his lap, Zoro remained as forever the first mate; completely in control.

“I like you,” he admitted again with a nod, retracting his thumb and fingers from your face, “I have for a while now.”

Nodding along silently to indicate understanding, your brows extended upwards in the centre of your forehead in sorrowful question.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he frowned at you, looking away from your face.

“Like what?” you asked him in a small whisper, your face angling to the side to retrieve his gaze to no avail.

“Like I’m some wounded dog,” he growled, his teeth baring in a small snarl, “if you don’t like me back, that’s fine. I don’t care-.”

“-Zoro, shut up,” you ordered him, prompting him to turn back to face you, his body rising upwards with his torso brought flush against your own as his face fell closer in proximity.

You giggled at his intensity, prompting confusion to rise against his brows.

“I’m literally sitting on your lap,” you informed him, looking down to your position against his body. He trailed his eyes down, focussing on where your pelvises met atop one another’s before drawing his eyes back up to your own.

“Yeah, so?” he shrugged, “I was the one that put you there. If you don’t like me back, it’s fine-.”

“-Zoro, shut up,” you ordered him again, pressing a small kiss on his left cheekbone before falling your forehead back to meet with his own. Your eyes fell shut as you both breathed in each other’s air, bodies relaxing as your hearts began to fall within a similar beat and rhythm.

You drew your right hand to sit on his chest, grasping his right hand within your left hand and drawing it up to fall against your own chest. Both of your cheeks began to flush, the new giddy feeling of mutual adoration rising within you both as your hearts thumped loudly against one another’s open palms.

“Feel that?” you asked him with a whisper. He nodded in response with a small hum, his eyes shutting with his brows furrowing in the centre of his face.

“It wouldn’t beat that fast if I didn’t return your affections,” you confessed, prompting the swordsman’s eyes to reopen to meet with your own, “nor would I still be sat on your lap if I didn’t love you.”

His breath hitched in his throat; the lilt of your spoken ‘love’ circling in his brain as he began to overthink and fixate on the word. His face began to harden in thought, a whirlpool of questions, statements and hyper-fixation beginning its dancing cyclone behind his frown.

“There you go again overthinking,” you pointed out, your index finger reaching down to playfully flick his chin, “now I’m going to have to start all over again.”

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