still workin on things

Night watch on the Thousand Sunny was never fun. You’ve tried your best to romanticize it. Obviously, you were lucky to have the chance to gaze at the millions of gleaming stars and breathe in the fresh cool wind, but at the end of the day, it meant no sleep with not much to do to pass the time. Night watch in open waters was no better. The likelihood of something actually happening was very low, especially in this area, making your efforts of “protecting the ship” feel unnecessary. This particular night you were positioned to guard the front-half of the ship in the Lookout Point, while Zoro was guarding the back in the Crow’s Nest. You never understood why the crew needed two people to guard the ship, but there was always some comfort in knowing that someone else was awake, dealing with the same situation as you. At least you hoped Zoro was awake. He was usually quite the night owl, but he drank more sake than usual at dinner this evening, and was notorious for passing out after indulging like that. With nothing going on, maybe you could go check on him, and maybe keep each other company, just for a little bit. After all it’s not like you were on high alert. And, it would be responsible to make sure he’s still awake. You decide to go.

You quietly leave the lookout tower and make your way towards the back of the ship, careful to not wake any of the crew. The quiet waves and gleaming moonlight made the usually-boisterous ship feel almost surreal. Nearing the Crow’s Nest, you peek in one of the open windows near the entrance, checking to see if Zoro’s awake. With the workout room so dark, you relied on moonlight for any hints. ‘He.. is awake?’ At this angle you couldn’t really see his face clearly. Zoro was sitting on the floor, slouched in the same posture as if he dozed off, but was also… moving? You lean in closer. You squint to see his hand buried in his trousers, slowly moving back and forth. ‘Wait? Is he??’

There Zoro was, sitting on the floor, lazily jerking himself off. You know you should look away. You want to look away. But it was sure a sight to behold. And he couldn’t see you from this angle, ‘right?’ Your brain is telling you that it’s wrong to watch something so private. That he could look back and see you any second. But the heat pooling in between your thighs didn’t care one bit. It wasn’t a great view, but it was good enough to have you wondering just how long his cock was. Unable to look away, you stay and quietly watch the swordsman, his hand moving back and forth. You were mesmerized. Zoro eventually starts speeding up his pace; he’s definitely awake. You pray he doesn’t turn around and see you, hiding behind the window, unable to take your eyes off him. He’s pumping his cock faster and faster and faster, groaning as he adds a short and sweet pump at the tip before squeezing at the base again. You’re fully captivated by every movement. Zoro starts losing rhythm as his hips buck and grind into his hand. At this point it was way too late to look away. Your body was frozen, all thoughts consumed by the forbidden show he was putting on. Zoro grabs a cloth from around his arm and pushes his pants down, pulling his swollen cock out. It’s much bigger than you expected. He thrusts into his hand with a fast messy pace, viciously squeezing his shaft. For a split second you almost thought you heard your name between groans as you watch ropes of cum spill into in the cloth, some dripping out onto his hand and trousers. Shocked, you turn away, hiding behind the wall. Did he just say your name?Did he notice you? ‘Fuck.’ Waves of guilt hit you as you finally come to your senses and realize what you had just watched. What you had just done. Even if he didn’t know you were there, you had still crossed a line. You start quietly sneaking back towards the lookout tower, reflecting on how this would impact your relationship with Zoro. How would you even explain yourself if he knew? Millions of thoughts are flooding your mind, but before you can get too far, a low voice shatters your soul:

“Thought you were supposed to be watching the front of the ship?”. You stop dead in your tracks and turn towards Zoro, who’s leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. Even in the dark, anyone could see how bright red your face was with embarrassment.

“ZORO!! I-“

“Oh save it. If you’re about to apologize, don’t bother. We both know you had the opportunity to just leave if you wanted. So why didn’t you?” You’re speechless, frozen in both fear and embarrassment. He approaches you and lifts your chin with his finger. You can still feel that burning, deep inside your core. Something longing for him. Before you can bring yourself to say anything, he gives a wicked grin.

“If you really want to make it up to me that badly, meet me in the crow’s nest after dinner tomorrow. We can talk then. Maybe I’ll even forgive you…” he leans in close, surveying your reaction. You give a small, nervous nod, hoping he can’t somehow see how turned on you are. Why the hell did you have to be so turned on in a moment like this?

He pulls you slightly closer with his finger and whispers, “Now maybe… you should go do your job… Before someone finds out why you were off slacking.” Zoro smirks and turns away, returning to his post.

“R-right. Yeah I’ll see you tomorrow,” you answer, tensely.

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The next day felt like hell. Not only were you running on no sleep, you were flooded with guilt, and dreading this evening. Yet, for some damn reason, you couldn’t get the thought of Zoro out of your mind. That dirty, dirty image of him pleasuring himself was stained in your memory. And for some sick reason, you liked it. There was some twisted excitement in getting caught. Nonetheless, there was still the reality of this situation, where your relationship with Zoro has shifted into something unfamiliar and uncomfortable. You had told the other crew members you were sick, too embarrassed to show your face, especially to the swordsman. You had camped out in the women’s quarters all day, crew mates checking in on you occasionally. The hours went by agonizingly slow, but finally, dinner time had passed.

You venture out of the living quarters and anxiously make your way towards the Crow’s Nest. Something in you knew Zoro was already waiting for you there. You take a deep breath, and open the door. The lights are off, but the evening sun illuminates the room giving it golden hues. Zoro is sitting on a bench by the wall. He pats the bench while standing up, “Have a seat,” he ordered. You reluctantly sit on the bench as he grabs another and positions it in front of yours, so you two are facing each other, just a few feet apart.

“Listen-“ you start to apologize to Zoro, “Before you say anything I just want to let you know... I-“

“Hold it. I didn’t ask you to come here so I could hear a sorry excuse for an apology.”

Then why did he ask you to come?

“I know for a fact you didn’t feel sorry until you got caught. I asked you to meet me here because I want to get even.”

“Even?” Your heart is racing million beats a minute, and you can feel your face turning red again.

‘What did he mean by that?’

“I know you watched me. Without any shame. Like a dirty whore. You expect me to forgive you that easy?” He gives that wicked grin again. “Don’t think so. Only way I’m letting you off the hook is if we get even. Meaning I get a little show for myself.” Zoro leans forward and mutters in a dark voice, “Think you can do that for me?”

‘OH… that’s what he means by getting even’ It takes you a second to fully understand what he’s asking you to do.

“So… you want to watch me touch myself?” This is not how you expected this apology to go. Your whole body is burning. There was no doubt you were attracted to Zoro, but you always kept your intimate life and desires private, especially from other members of the crew. Were you even ready to cross that line? What if someone finds out about this? But as your thoughts continue racing, you realize, none of that really matters anymore. The line had already been crossed last night, the moment you decided to not walk away. Something inside you craved Zoro, even if you knew you would never directly confess that to him. But somehow, he saw right through you. Otherwise he wouldn’t have called you in here.

Zoro nonchalantly leans back in his seat. “I mean the choice is yours. I won’t tell anyone what you did or anything…” his eyes darken, “but I’m sure it’s not fun living with that nasty guilt.” You pause for a moment, carefully considering his offer. His bluff.

You take a big breath of air for a short moment of confidence, “Okay I’ll do it.” Immediately something shifted in Zoro.

“Oh… What a good girl we have here…” he mutters, condescendingly. You’ve never seen Zoro this arrogant.

“I’ll even make it easy on you and show you exactly what to do.” He settles into his seat, leaning back to take in the view.

“First thing you can do is remove those panties. Can’t see with them in the way.” You comply and nervously slip your panties off from under your dress. Zoro extends a hand to grab them from you.

“Damn.. didn’t expect you to be so wet. Guess I should known better based on how much of a pervert you are,” he brings your panties up close, breathing in the aroma of your sex. “Everyone thinks you’re so fucking innocent, but I see right through you. Dirty girl.” Your thighs are pressed tightly together, unsure if it’s from humiliation or the need for touch growing in you.

“Take off your dress. That’s covering up too much too.”

“But Zoro… the windows are open. What if someone walks by?”

“What a shame that would be…” Zoro replies mockingly, “Someone walking by… noticing you… stopping to watch you pleasure yourself… I don’t think anyone in their right mind would stay and watch. Not even the damn cook would stoop that low. Now take it off.” You slide your dress off, now fully exposed to Zoro.

“And spread your legs. I wanna see exactly what you did when you got back to your post last night. I wanna see how you touch yourself when when you think about me”

You obey, slowly spreading your legs to reveal your gleaming pussy to the swordsman. You hesitantly slide one of your hands down to find your lower region, the other propped behind you so you can lean back. You rub your middle finger slowly up and down your slit, spreading the slickness around.

“What a dirty bitch…. You like being humiliated? All I’ve done is shame you and you’re a soaking mess.” He wasn’t wrong, you’ve never felt this level of humiliation, but your body was betraying you. You were a soaking mess.

“I want you to look me in the eyes when you touch yourself. Show me just how much of a filthy slut you are.” His eyes are locked in on yours. A soft moan escapes your lips as your hand gives more attention to your swollen clit, hips grinding back and forth for more friction.

“That’s it…” Zoro encourages. “How about you finger yourself for me? Imagine they’re my big fat cock you were gawking at last night. You’d like that? Wouldn’t you?” You nod, now completely intoxicated with desire. You moan as you slip in two fingers, pumping them in and out slowly, desperately searching for any reaction from Zoro.

“Damn...” You don’t break eye contact, but in your peripheral vision you can see one of his hands start to palm at his crotch. The hand that is holding your panties.

“What a good little slut. That feel good? Bet you wish it was me. I bet you’ve been thinking about me all day, hiding from the rest of the crew so you can go touch yourself, like a needy little whore. You can’t get the thought of my cock out of your head, can you?” You shake your head, shameful and needy. Your fingers are curling inside you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Tell me. Tell me how much of a whore you are.” Zoro’s palming at the tightness in his pants harder, but his presence hasn’t changed one bit. He’s just as condescending and smug as he was when you got here.

“Fuck… I am just a dirty slut,” you whine. “I watched you like a pervert. I watched you jerk your cock. I could’ve walked away, but I didn’t. I enjoyed it too much. I imagined I was in there with you, making you feel good. I imagined you praising me and moaning my name as you shot your sticky cum all over the place. I imagined it got all over me.” You continue fingering yourself, mumbling as you chase that high. “I couldn’t even refrain from touching myself when I got back to my post. I felt so much guilt, but it was so exciting to get caught by you. Maybe you’d think of me next time. I imagined you walking in on me… touching myself like the dirty slut I am. I imagined you offering help by fucking me with your big cock.” Your confession trails off by moans as you near your high. “Zoro… I just want you to touch me… please…” He smirks, as if that had been what he was waiting to hear all along.

“Don’t worry baby I will. I’ll fuck you as much as you want, but first I need to see you cum on those fingers. Then, we’ll be even. Then, I can fuck you with my big cock. Can you do that for me?” You nod, hips rolling with the rhythm in your hand, a sensation so sweet you can’t take it anymore. Your body crumbles into ecstasy as you cum, moaning the swordsman’s name over and over again.

Before you have any time to come down from your high, Zoro stands up, and pushes you back so you’re lying across the bench, wrists pinned above your head. He grabs his swollen cock from his trousers and lines it up on your still-throbbing pussy, thrusting into you quick and greedy.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” he growls as he settles into a fast and ravenous rhythm, stretching your needy hole more and more with every pump.

“Ah- Zoro- it’s so big” you whine.

“But you already knew that. You knew that yesterday when you watched me like the damn pervert you are. You- slutty- bitch.” He increases the pace, punishing you with overstimulation. Tears start to well at your eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure your body is in.

“You’re gonna come all over my cock. I want you screaming my name by the time I cum in that perfect pussy.” He leans down and gently bites your nipple, rolling it between his tongue and top teeth.

“Such a perfect fucking body,” he mumbles. You’re so drunk with pleasure you can’t even conjure a response to the obscene words Zoro praises you with. He removes his hands from your wrists to grab your hips, using them as an anchor to fuck you harder and deeper.

“What a good girl… using my cock to pleasure yourself like this. You take me so fucking well.”

“Ah- Zoro- fuck- Zoro I’m-“

Your body coils tightly as your second orgasm comes crashing, leaving you teary-eyed and mumbling in bliss, but he doesn’t dare slow down. Zoro’s now chasing his own high. He furiously pumps his cock in you, pace becoming messier by the second, just like the day before. He groans loudly, moaning your name as he cums inside you, his hot, sticky cum spilling out with every thrust.

“Attagirl…” Zoro pants, catching his breath as he sits back up. You rub your face, wiping away sweat and small tears as you also come back to reality. Zoro extends a hand to gently brush the hair out of your face, silently taking in your beauty. You both spend a moment reflecting on the newfound intimacy between you two.

“So… think you can forgive me now?”

After a short pause he chuckles and responds, “I could never stay mad. Not at someone like you. You just have to promise me you’ll lend a hand next time, instead of just gawking through the window.”

You laugh, knowing you’ll never fully escape Zoro’s teasing on this whole situation.

Distant seagulls and crashing waves can be heard as you disembark the Polar Tang. It had been almost two weeks since the Heart Pirates stopped at a seaside town for supplies. You had begged Law to bring you with him, as you could not stand the thought of being in that dark submarine for any longer. He had originally planned on going alone to avoid causing a commotion with the locals, but reluctantly agreed to let you tag along. Your role as ship’s cook would give useful insight to what local ingredients are best. The quiet town was about a 15 minute walk away with little to no conversation. Law had always been fairly reserved, not going out of his way to make unnecessary small talk. You didn’t really mind, you were just grateful for the fresh air and new scenery.

“Where should we stop first?” You ask as the two of you near the seaside market. There was wide variety of stands, ranging from fruits, to weapons, to clothing and accessories.

“There’s a few items I need to go look for. How about you get started on the food supplies?” Law turns to you and hands you a wad of money. “Your allowance. Try not to go overboard,” he gives a faint smirk and heads further into the market.

You decide to start with the necessary ingredients, ones that would help feed the entire crew for a small sum of money. You pick up a variety of food, and are already getting excited about recipes you can make with them. After about 30 minutes of shopping, you figure you have enough food to make several different meals, for at least the next two weeks. You even had spare money left over. Assuming the crew wouldn’t make another stop like this for the next few weeks again, you take it upon yourself shop for some fun snacks to boost crew morale. Your primary duty as the Heart Pirates Chef is to keep the crew fed and alive, but it is also very important to you that everyone is happy and satiated. You come across a stand full of pastries, presumably owned by the town baker. They had a variety of options, but the one that caught your eye were the heart-shaped Starbone cookies. ‘Wow perfect for the Heart Pirates,’ you proudly think as you purchase two dozen. It was fairly common to see lots of new flavors and herbs on different islands. You had never heard of Starbone before, but the smell of the cookies was tempting enough for you to want to try them. You treat yourself to a cookie as you roam the market, starting to make your way towards Law.

“You doing okay? You look a little flushed?” He asks approaching you.

“Yeah! I’m fine. Must’ve gotten more sun than usual,” you reply, joking about the window-less conditions of the Polar Tang. You always appreciated Law’s concern for others. It was a natural instinct that would come with any doctor, but Law’s concern always felt sincere towards his crew. After a short pause, you decide to change the conversation, “You find everything you need?”

“Yeah, wish I would’ve found some more medical supplies, but got a good haul otherwise. You?”

“I got enough food supplies for the next two weeks, WITH leftover berries,” you proudly reply, handing him the leftover berries. “Oh! I also got some extra treats for the crew. Some cookies. I just had one and they’re amazing.”

“Nice,” he responds with a laidback smile. The two of you leave the town and start making your way back to the crew. Things were a little more upbeat this time, with some lighthearted conversation here and there. As the two of you walked side by side, you couldn’t help but ponder on your feelings toward Law. You thought you had been mostly over it, but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about him late at night every now and then. In fact, with the way he was looking now maybe you were still just as enamored with him. His dark hair… sharp features… warm smile… Maybe it was just the heart-shaped cookies talking, but from the corner of your mind something decides maybe now would be a good time to tell him how you felt. Instinctively you stop dead in your tracks, fully prepared to confess something, anything to your captain.

“Law?” you turn to him, your heart suddenly betraying all sense of reason.

“What is i-“ he pauses, looking shocked. “Holy crap, you’re burning up!? Are you okay?” He throws his backpack down and starts rummaging for a thermometer.

You thought it was the heat, or maybe the sun, or maybe just plain embarrassment, but you had been feeling warmer than usual since you had left town. You must be more lovesick than you thought. Not to mention, you had a burning, almost cramping feeling in your lower stomach. ‘Lovesick or horny’ you thought to yourself. Law pulls the thermometer out of his bag and stands up, “Let’s get you into some shade.” He picks up his gear and guides you to a large rock.

“Open up,” he says as he puts the thermometer in your mouth. “Hmm. You’re running a pretty high fever. Are you feeling any other symptoms?”

“Well, I suppose some minor cramping. And I feel a little flushed” You always felt weird about Law trying to diagnose you, but at the end of the day it was his job.

“Are you menstruating?”

“No.”

“And you felt fine this morning?”

“I mean you saw me as we were heading to town. I was fine up until 10 minutes ago.”

“Hmm. You eat or drink anything in town? Could be an allergic reaction if it was brought about so quickly.”

“I had one of those cookies. It was an interesting flavor. Starbuck? Or something like that.” You start to open your bag of supplies to grab the box of cookies.

“Oh Starbone! I’ve never heard of it. Maybe I am allergic.”

“Crap,” Law whispers as he starts looking around, the town still not too far away.

“What? Is that a bad thing?”

“No. But it’s not a good thing. If I remember correctly, the town does grow and sell that flower. It’s a strong aphrodisiac, used for fertility but sometimes recreationally. I’m not sure what the dosage is in those cookies, but it looks like it’s working fast.”

‘Fuck…’ you thought to yourself. Of course the heart-shaped cookies with a weird ingredient were an aphrodisiac.

“Do I have to wait it out? Is there a way to reverse it?”

“Unfortunately I’m not sure. We’re not too far from town. I can go ask some locals. Just stay put and drink some water. Okay?” Law assured as he hands you his water canteen. “Also have a seat.”He takes off his hoodie to reveal his gleaming muscles and white tank, partially covering his chest tattoos. He lays his hoodie out on the rocky ground, and sets his backpack down to be used as a backrest.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises.

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Law had been gone for a fair amount of time, and you were feeling no better. All you could think about was him, and how caring he was… and how his hoodie smelled just like him… and how his tattoos contoured his perfect muscles… and… you were getting worse by the minute. It had to have been a strong aphrodisiac, because this might’ve been the horniest you’ve ever felt. You couldn’t help but try to shift in your seat, for any sort of friction. If Law was taking his time, maybe you could try to make yourself cum, maybe that would help speed up the effects of the drug. With how you were feeling, it would take no time at all to rub one out before he got back… ‘right?’

You decided to get to work. The rock you were sitting at was big enough to block the view from the town, and the Polar Tang was still far around the bend, also out of sight. You unzip your shorts and rub your hand along your slit over your panties. They were much wetter than you had anticipated. You rub your hand in small slow circles, enjoying the friction. Your heart feels like it’s going a million beats a minute, and you’re trying your best to suppress your moans. You rub faster and faster, grinding on your hand. It feels so good, but it’s not enough. You slip in two fingers and use your other hand to slide under your shirt and pinch one of your nipples. Your fingers are pumping as hard and fast as they’ll go, but it’s still not enough. You can’t reach that peak. Tears start to form in your eyes as frustration settles in. Your whole body is burning and you can’t do anything to fix it. In fact, it’s safe to say you’re only making it worse. Before you know it, Law returns from around the rock.

“Okay I got some- WOAH,” he blurted, taking in the lewd scene before him. He stared for a second, and then quickly turned around, looking slightly embarrassed.

“LAW!! I’m so sorry. I thought I could make it go away. But I think I made it worse.” You confessed, your voice breathy and needy. “I think I need help.”

Without turning around, Law replies, “I know. The locals told me it can take hours to even days for the effects to wear off without a partner.” He pauses, as if he’s carefully deciding what to say next. “I don’t want to leave you like this, knowing it could get worse. I would suggest treatment as soon as possible. I can do it right here if you’re comfortable with that, but it doesn’t have to be me. I can also go grab a crew mate or someone you feel more comfortable with. After all, it’s is a very intimate treatment and patient safety is a top priority of mine.”

You take a moment to consider his words, then work up the courage to nervously ask, “Will you do it?” He gives a small nod, and makes his way toward you. You’ve never seen him look anxious like this. He reaches into the backpack and pulls out some disposable rubber gloves. His hands are shaking ever so slightly.

“Okay. I’m going to help you now.” He says, putting the gloves on and kneeling next to you. “Can you remove your shorts for me?”

You awkwardly slide your shorts and panties off, hoping this area would stay private.

“I’m going to finger you now... Are you okay with that?”

“Please…” you whimper, spreading your legs. Law inserts two gloved fingers slowly, awaiting your reaction. You let out a soft moan. Your head falls back as you take in the pleasure. He starts to move a little faster, picking up a rhythm that makes you sing sounds of satisfaction. You look back at him, with half lidded eyes, and he’s starting to look more confident, almost appearing proud of himself for giving you so much relief. You look down and you can see a tent forming in his jeans. ‘Holy shit.’

He must’ve noticed you gawking because he intervenes: “Hey. Look at me. Look me in the eyes.” His gloved fingers are soaked by now. He rests his other hand on your thigh and gently squeezes it.

“How does it feel? Does it feel good?” You give a nod, your brain too focused on the pleasure to make coherent words.

“How about if I do this?” Law uses his hand on your thighs to slide your shirt and bra up. Two of his fingers find your nipple and begin playing with it. You squirm with pleasure. If you weren’t so distracted with bliss, you almost thought you could hear a small “wow” from Law. This isn’t how you imagined your first time with him, but you couldn’t care less about that now.

“You really like that, don’t you?” He’s giving that damn smirk. Oh he was enjoying this too.

“Think you’re ready to cum now?” His fingers are curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot, but you could tell it wasn’t enough.

“Can’t..” you whine between moans. “Need.. you.. inside me.. please Law” you plead, teary eyed.

He looks surprised, but immediately understands. He leans in close with darkened eyes, “So you want my big cock in your little pussy, huh? You want me to make you feel good.” He removes his hands, jolting you back to reality.

“Fuck these things,” Law growls as he rips off his gloves. He unzips his jeans and grabs his cock, already covered in precum.

“So you want your big strong captain to make you feel better, huh?” he says, stroking his cock. He lines it up on your slit and pauses a second to watch you squirm with frustration.

“Please… Law…” you plead between moans and cries, “I need you to help me cum. I need you inside me…” He’s looking proud of himself again. Almost arrogant. He finally thrusts into you with a soft groan.

“You like that? Want me to keep going?” All you can do is nod. One of his hands makes its way to your tits, and the other one puts two tattooed fingers in your mouth. You suck his fingers without breaking eye contact.

“You’re taking me so well… I’ve wanted this for so fucking long…” Law confesses. “Such a perfect fucking body…” He looks you up and down, his cock pumping in and out of your pussy that’s clenching like you would simply die if he ever pulled out.

“From the looks of it, I can only imagine you wanted me too.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, making a small pop.

“Law…” you moan. You never actually considered he felt attraction, nonetheless attraction towards you.

“If I had to guess…” Law’s free hand leaves your breast and finds its way to your clit. “I bet you touch yourself thinking about me.” Law groans, remembering the dirty glimpse he got of you fingering yourself.

“I bet… you were thinking about me when I walked in on you touching yourself. You’re such a dirty girl aren’t you? And now you’re gonna cum all over my big fat cock, all because you needed me that badly.” Law slowed his pace, slamming into you harder with every thrust. Between that, Law’s skilled fingers, and dirty words you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah…” you moan. “I’m gonna-” Before you knew it, you were cumming, tears pooling in your eyes as the long anticipated release had finally come. Law grabs your hips as you grind against his cock, riding out the pleasure. Your whole body was in unimaginable ecstasy, tears of euphoria rolling down your cheeks.

“That’s my good girl.” He gently wipes your tears with his thumb and leans down close to your ear, “I’m gonna cum inside you now,” he mutters in a dark tone.

“Please…” you respond, feeling nothing but bliss. Law speeds up his pace, focused on his own release. His long tattooed fingers grab tightly onto your hips and he fucks your still-clenching pussy at a greedy pace. He groans and you can feel the hot ropes inside you with every thrust. You can feel the mixture of fluids spilling out of you as he slowly pulls out. Law leans over on top of you, brushing hair out of your face.

“Feel better now?” He asks with a chuckle of relief.

“Um…” the conversation shifts in a more serious tone. “Were all those things you said true? About you wanting me too?” He moves over to lay next to you.

“I’ve wanted you since the day you joined my crew. If I’m being honest, I was a little nervous to bring you with me today, I thought I was gonna say something stupid.”

You giggle, “I felt the same way about you. I’ve liked you for so long, I just never considered you’d feel the same way.” You pause for a second, taking in the close moment of intimacy.

“I do feel better. And I’m glad that you were the one here for me. I wouldn’t let it be anyone else.”

“I’m glad it was me too. It hurt me so much to see you in pain like that.” Law kisses your forehead. “Say, next time how about I buy you dinner first?” You both laugh, enjoying your newfound closeness with one another.