Author's Note: Hello! Welcome to my entries. Yes, these were all drabbles written for a LiveJournal community called 15pairings, which is wonderful! You select a fandom, pick a theme set, and write a different drabble for each theme, each using a different couple. It's brilliant!

Theme: "Go ahead."
Couple: Franky/Robin
Rating: G

The cyborg pushed his sunglasses onto his forehead, showing eyes with a steely determination. Across the table sat the slender archaeologist, her cruves and darkness strongly juxtaposed against his pale thickness. She stared back at him, meeting his eyes with boredom from her own. Barely blinking, the two of them continued to sit there, with only the wind in their ears for sound and motion both.

No one else was on the ship; the others were off exploring together, leaving Franky and Robin behind on guard duty. She had intended to do a good deal of reading--at least until some calamity or other presented itself--but the cyborg had started asking her all sorts of questions and telling her anecdotes from his past, so that she had to politely set aside her book and give him as much information as she felt he needed to know--which wasn't much, but seemed to satisfy him anyway.

At some point, he talked about a time when he once picked up a woman, quite literally; he lifted her up over his head, then set her back down again, and she had promptly slapped him. He apparently thought this story was very funny, so Robin smiled a bit; then she made the mistake of telling him that she was glad no one ever tried to do that to her.

He immediately stopped talking then, and that was when the staring had begun. She had to admit the chance to get to know his eyes was useful--windows to the soul, and all that. But just as she was about to turn back to her reading, he blurted, "I'll do it, then!"

She frowned. "Do what?"

"Pick you up, of course."

"No, no. Let's not have that."

"You need to lighten up. C'mon."

"Why bother?"

He grinned. "Because you need to laugh. Give me a chance?"

She narrowed her eyes at the suggestion behind that, but said, "Well... no one else is around, so... alright. Go ahead."

He put his sunglasses back over his eyes, stepped over to her, and put his large hands on her waist. She bit her lip when he lifted her, twirling her around, but she could not stop the laughter from bubbling forth. By the time he set her gently back down on her feet, she had small droplets in the corners of her eyes from giggling so much.

"Thanks," chuckled Franky. "Glad you gave me a chance... and took one, yourself."

They smiled at each other, and never spoke of that moment again.