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you sigh as you walk through the entry way of your shared apartment. you throw your bag to the floor and crawl into bed. your seated boyfriend looks up from the work on his desk wondering what all the commotion was. after a while of your silence he decides to he speaks out casually, “how was your day?”

feeling the tears pang your eyes you roll over to avoid your lover seeing you. you talked quietly, “it was fine i guess..” the tears slipped out your eyes and onto your pillow.

law didn’t like your response, or the way your back was facing him. he stood up from his chair, and made his way over to your laying figure, “are you feeling okay y/n?”

you roll over to your stomach to bury your face into your pillow. you really didn’t want law to see you. he’d ask a million questions you had no interest in answering right now. law sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed your shoulder. he forcefully pulled your shoulder back which exposes your tearful stare. you try to hide your face with a blanket but it was no use. law’s heart had already dipped.

he felt a guilty hole in his stomach, even though he knew he wasn’t the reason for your pain, “tell me what happened. do i need to deal with anyone? did they hurt you?”

you quietly shook your head. your bottom lip quivered as your eyes kept overflowing with tears, “i just dont think my new friends like me…”

law wipes your tears, and leans down to plant a kiss on your dampened cheek, “they’d be crazy not to like you baby. either way you shouldn’t cry over this. i hate seeing you like this. i’m sure they like you a lot.”

law examined the look of defeat plastered all over your face. he wanted to show you that you were liked, and even loved, by him atleast. as you fought the urge to sob you felt the black haired man shift, and see him get on all fours on top of you. he caged you in with his larger body. you instinctively hold onto of his muscular biceps. you try to hide your teary face in his arm, “wh-what are you doing..?”

“im showing you how amazing you are since your friends don’t know how to do it.”

you felt your heart flutter. he cared so much about you, and that did make you feel good. you tilt your face trying to hide in his arm out of embarrassment, but that left your neck exposed to the tattooed man.

you felt his lips press a soft kiss on your neck. he left a couple fragile kisses as he made his way down to your collarbone. your lips parted slightly as a shaky breath escaped. law looked up at you i with eyes full of love. he couldn’t believe his beautiful angel could ever be hurt like this, “i’m gonna make you feel so special y/n. you’ll forget about everyone else.”

you sniffled slightly and nodded. you know law could cure any problem you had, so you let him take lead.

he sucked all over your neck and collarbones. he took his time in between each section not wanting to rush. he moved in a pace perfect for you. eventually your sniffles turned into quiet moans as you felt one of his hands move down your waist. the wetness between your legs could be felt against your panties. this sensation made your body want to open its legs to law.

law pulled away from your neck to admire how skillfully he painted it. shades of pink covered the skin he worked upon. he noticed your legs opening, and signaling to him that you needed more. law wasted no time in discarding his clothes. you follow his actions, and throw your clothes and undergarments on the floor.

law adored the sight in front of him, “shit baby… you get more gorgeous every time i see you. i can’t get enough of you…”

you blush and try to use your hands to hide your naked appearance from his hawk gaze, but ultimately failing. he wasted no time planting his arms to cage you in again.

law holds one of your thighs open. you watched him stroke his member as he examined your wet cunt begging for attention.

law smiled knowing he could get you needing him so badly. he heard your quiet begs for him to hurry up, so he wasted no time. he ran his bulging tip up and down your folds to coat it in your wetness. once he stopped he was centered at your entrance. he gave a look back up to your face and spoke softly, “are you ready baby?”

you nod desperately while your body tries to lift your hips so he’d enter quicker. law’s grin grew and he pushed his tip in. he was slow with his actions because he knew it would bring you some pain. he examined your facial expressions to make sure to stop when he needed to.

you felt him enter all the way, and make you feel so full from the inside. you hold your arms out and wrap them around laws neck, pulled him closer to you. law’s weight shifted more onto you as he let you pull him closer. he rested his head at the crook of your neck, “are you ready baby?”

you hum and feel his member pull out of you slowly. you turn your head to face him. his face already starring at you with slightly knitted brows. you cup his cheek to bring him to kiss you. it was a gentle kiss. a kiss where you both wanted to feel rather than dominate. law slow thrusts earned slight moans from you that he’d swallow up in the kiss. his hands would run up and down your body to feel every inch. giving attention to your chest, your ass, and your cunt.

the sensations caused you to arch your body into law which he gladly accepted. he held you closer by the hips, and thrusted into you with a slightly faster pace. you could tell he was getting closer to his high, and so were you.

you let your hands fall from holding his face to running through his hair, then down his back, then feeling up his arm muscles. he loved it when you admired him like how he admired you.

“you’re just so beautiful y/n. anyone would be crazy not to like you”

the blush on your face grew. you tried to hide your face in his arm again. law was having none of it, “let me see your pretty face, doll…”

he used his free hand to cup your cheek and pull your face to his. you both lock in eye contact as you feel your highs coming closer. the continuous thrusts had desperation plastered all over your face. you tried to surpress your moans to speak, “y-you feel so good law… i feel like i’m jumping on clouds”

law replied instantly, “you make our sex feel narcotic baby. you’re so addicting..”

quiet grunts escaped from him as your moans started to dominate the room. you both were close, but none of you dared to break your eye contact. law held your gaze as he sped up his thrusts into you. you dug your nails into him hoping it would ground you.

a loud moan shot out of you as your orgasm came undone. it caused you to blink out the eye contact and whimper as law chased his own high. he buried his face back into the crook of your neck as he came undone inside of you. his cum filling you up more than you were before. you both lay there catching your breaths.

you run a hand down his arm and grab his hand. you link your fingers with his as he presses more tired kisses onto your neck.

after some silence he finally spoke,

“i’m sorry for turning this into a fuck session, i couldn’t hold back… you’re too perfect to be so worried about what randoms think.”

you hummed, “don’t be sorry law. it was exactly what i needed” you winked at him.

he chuckled as he pulled out and got you both cleaned up. you dragged him back to lay with you once he finished. you laid in each others arms, content with your perfect lover.

law tried his best to educate his crew on the basics of medicine. he thought it was important for everyone to know the basics of how to treat wounds in case there was a situation where he wouldn’t be around to help. he would also set up some mock surgeries, and trained each member 1 on 1.

when it came to his session with you he found that you were the quickest to absorb the information. you watched carefully, and took notes accordingly. he could tell you took this serious unlike some of the other members. his expectations were low, but you singlehandedly changed that for him.

he decides to continue the next day teaching you more medical knowledge. law delved into many different emergency procedures, and explained in step-by-step detail how to deal with it. by the end of the day your hand was exhausted from all the notes you had to take.

bepo pokes his head in near the end of law’s expansive teaching session. the mink held up two popsicles, “i wanted to bring some snacks! i’m sure you’re working super hard y/n, so you deserve a break!”

the mink waddles over and hands them cool treat to you and the captain. law comments as well, “we can take a short break. it’s been a while since we start.”

you mumbled under your breath, “more like almost 12 hours…”

bepo gasped dramatically, “captain why would you torture our precious y/n like this!”

law dismissed bepo’s dramatic response, “it isnt dramatic. y/n learning this stuff could be the difference between life and death for one of you guys one day.”

bepo knew best than to argue back with law. he bid his farewell and left you two alone.

although it was meant to be a break law couldn’t help but keep up with the lessons in some way. as you tried to enjoy your sweet treat the tattooed man would point at different tools and wait for you to answer correctly. you responded in between your licks.

“you know i thought this was meant to be a break captain!”

“it is a break. we aren’t learning about how to deal with a bleeding lung. i’m just making sure you remember and were listening.”

you couldn’t help but think he was placing too much importance on this. still you kept your opinions to yourself. there’s no point in trying to voice them knowing that law has made his mind up.

law watched you suck the tip of the popsicle. his attentive nature had him notice the melted droplets start to roll down the popsicle, and inevitably drip off.

he spoke up before there was a chance for it to drip off, “lick it from the bottom.”

without knowing his reasoning to his suggestion you started to follow it. you started from the bottom and took one long lick to the top of the popsicle. you did this all around, and ended with sucking the tip of it. you looked back at your instructor waiting for him to approve like he always did when you listened to what he had to teach you.

instead law was starring mindlessly at your lips. the visual of your tongue gliding from the base to the top replayed on a loop in his mind. it was almost like he could feel it on his own dick. he tried to push the imagine away, but it had already cause the blood in his body to start to rush.

you tilted your head at the lack of response, “was that okay captain..?”

your voice broke law out of his trance, “uh..yeah that was fine..”

there was a long pause before he spoke again, “you should try eating it this other way. i think it’ll taste better this way..”

you waited for him to give you your next set of instructions. law walked over to stand next to you, and positioned your mouth right above the popsicle, “you should suck it.. but bob your head a little. it… helps with spreading the flavor across your whole mouth at once…”

law hoped the reasoning he made up on the spot didn’t sound stupid. he was relieved to see you obey his instructions like you had been for the whole day.

your lips encased the tip of the popsicle, and you slowly moved your head down then pulling it back up, but not enough for the popsicle to leave your mouth. you continued this motion for a while waiting for an approval signal.

after an extended amount of time passes you slow down to look up at law. you were immediately locking eye contact with the tattooed man who was starring at you the while time.

he spoke so lowly you almost missed it, “you’re such a fast learner y/n..”

you hummed, “i just follow whatever you think is best captain.”

you reached over to grab some napkins behind law. you were now leaning closer to him. his boner, which he was trying to ignore beforehand, had grown noticeably in size. it was big enough for you to accidentally hit your knee into.

law winces and grabs the edge of the table for support. the sudden movement sent a shock all over his body. you, who didn’t know law’s boner was a slow growing problem, thought you just caused this.

panic was laced through your voice, “oh no, i’m so sorry captain! i didn’t mean to do that! a-are you okay..?”

law was clearly not okay. he kept his head down to hide his scrunched up eyebrows. he but his lip aw his boner grew more against his restrictive pants, “fuck y/n.. what’s your damn problem…”

you kept apologizing not quite knowing what to do in such a situation. the notes you took all day couldn’t help right now, “wh-what do i do?? you’re in p-pain. you’ve been teaching me how to help someone in pain all day but i don’t know what to do in this kind of situation!”

law rubbed his temples and responded, “you do know…”

you thought law taught you this, so it must be written in your notes. you skim through them all to find something to help.

law pulled you close to him by the arm, and threw your book on the table, “you didn’t get the chance to write it down. it won’t be in there y/n.”

he starred at your lips with seductive eyes. the sensation had spread through his whole body, and quite frankly he didn’t care if he was pushing boundaries at that moment.

his hand made its way to your face to caress your cheek, and his thumb traced your bottom lip. he pulled it down slightly to expose your mouth as he stared at it, “i just taught you this, it should be fresh in your mind y/n-ya.”

your eyes widened as you realized what he was implying, “i-i don’t think i can do that capta-“

he cut you off immediately, “why can’t you? don’t you want to fix the problem you made especially if i’m giving you permission to do so?” secretly law knew the problem was existing beforehand, yet he didn’t care if a little white lie helped with getting your pretty lips around his cock faster.

you looked unsure, “i don’t know..”

law winced again. his pants becoming unbearably tight. he knew he would have to talk you through this, “you’re a fast learner. i know you’ll do great. now what do you do when your patient is in pain?”

“get them to a relaxed position, then treat the pained areas..”

law nods, “good girl. you’re already doing so good.”

you nod slowly, and instruct law to sit down in a chair. he manspreads to avoid unwanted friction against his pained area. he was now having noticeable shortness of breath trying to keep his pain under control.

you were still in a clear state of shock, and didn’t know what to do next. law takes a deep breath, “get on your knees y/n… you need to uncover the area you’ll be working on. i’m sure you remember this lesson…”

you nod fast and sit between his spread legs. your hands were shaking as you unbuttoned his pants. you were careful to not touch the boner unnecessarily. you were successfully able to pull law’s pants and boxers off with a bit of help from him. he kicked it a few feet away.

law’s dick sprang up once uncovered. you looked at it then at law who was still in noticeable pain, “wh-what should i do next..?”

law pushes your hair over your shoulder as he replies, “treat it like a popsicle. that’s gonna be the only way to fix it.”

you weren’t confident in your ability. you had never done anything like this.

law spoke again, “you’re my star student. if you get stuck i’ll just teach you how to keep going.”

you nod, feeling a bit more confident in your abilities. you recalled how law taught you to eat the sweet treat.

law pulled your head closer to his aching boner hoping it would get you to start. he was desperate for any relief.

you hold the base using only your fingertips, and pull the tip to touch your lips. it was hard against your soft lips. your fingertips could feel the veins that covered the aching cock. you pull the tip into your mouth, and let your lips engulf its circumferences. law grips the armrests of the chair as his head rolls back. he closes his eyes to focus on the new sensations you were giving him.

you started out sucking softly, then pulling the length back out your mouth and licking it up from the base. law let out shaky breaths with every lick that covered his hard dick.

law took your hand, and had you wrap it around his member, “do this to help with the process y/n.” law proceeded to move your hand up and down his member. once you got the hang of it he let you continue on your own without instructing your hand on doing it. he loved how he could tell you to do anything, and you would obey him so fast.

you went back to sucking his tip while including the stroking movement from your hand. the sucking continued to a bobbing movement which took in more of his length at once.

you were doing great a while, until law felt you start to slow down significantly. he opened his eyes to look at what you were doing.

he saw your thighs rubbing against each other as you tried your best to please him. he smirked at the sight in front of him, and pulled your head off his cock, “is everything okay y/n?” law’s eyes signaled to your thighs.

you nodded fast, “everything is o-okay! it’s just a bit of discomfort.. but it’s not important. you need to be treated as soon as possible.”

law hummed, “i think my symptoms were contagious then. you did your best with what your pretty could do. you should let me take care of this now. you’re going to be my patient now.”

law stood up and pulled you up from your seated position. you naturally kept rubbing your thighs together, and the sight of that turned law on even more. he picked you up with ease, and laid you across the table, “i’m gonna have to undress you to get to your wounded area y/n. will that okay?” law couldn’t keep his smirk off his face.

the growing sensation made you feel desperate to feel relief. you agreed without a second thought. law pulled your shirt off with ease leaving you in your bra. law traced his hand up your stomach, and let his thumb play with the bottom of your bra, “are you feeling anything in your chest?”

you hummed to answer his question. he spoke up again, “are you able to show me which part specifically?”

“i-i guess..” you unclipped your bra and pulled it off. being exposed in front of your captain had you blush uncontrollably, but he wasn’t your captain right now. he was your doctor, and he would help you feel better right now.

you shyly pointed at your nipple, “i feel it here…”

law hums and carefully takes your breasts into his hand. they sat well in his palms as he pinched your nipples gently. he observed how your face turned into a more desperate expression. you started to but your bottom lip as he rolled his fingers over the sensitive buds.

“i’m gonna need your help with this next part baby.”

you were attentive with the new name he called you. he knew you were willing to do anything he would tell you next.

“i need to you to put some of your saliva on my tongue to help me out.”

“my saliva..? how would i get it on your tongue?”

law smirked, “push it onto my tongue using your tongue.”

you were unsure of the visual he was trying to paint out, but nonetheless you didn’t question him any longer. you saw him stick his tongue out waiting for you. you inched closer to him and gently pressed your tongue against his. law needed more than what you were giving him. he pushed his head slightly closer to connect your lips. it was a wet attempt of a kiss as he tries to steal all the liquid in your mouth. once satisfied he pulled away and went straight to transporting that to your nipples.

law knew he could’ve done this without your help, but he just wanted a reason to feel your lips against his, and your tongue dancing alongside with his.

he went back to pleasing your nipples. you let out quite whimpers and moans with every suck and squeeze the man did.

law spent enough time ignoring his own problem, so he pushed open your legs to start to grind his boner against your cloth heat. this action made you create louder noises than before.

once satisfied law pulls away from your chest. he looked at his artwork, and admired how puffy he left your gorgeous nipples. law took your hand and made you grab your own boobs, “start playing with these while i take care of the bigger problem. you think you could do that for me baby?”

you hum and try to replicate what law was doing. you were a fast learner after all, so you knew to focus your attention to your nipples.

law focused his attention to in between your thighs, his crotch could feel your juices soak through your pants. he needed to uncover you now.

so he wasted no time with doing so. in an instant he had your pants next to his on the floor, and had your panties tucked away in a drawer next to the table you were on. he knew his future self would be thanking him for such a priceless gift.

the cool air sent shivers up your spine. you closed your legs shut, “its too cold!”

law hums as he slowly tries to reopen them, “you’ll feel uncomfortable now, but i promise you wont notice it in a bit. just be cooperative with me for now y/n.”

once re-exposed, law takes his aching length, and pressed it against your wet core.

he let your juices cover his cock, and slowly rubbed it through your folds. he observed you with every movement, not wanting you to feel overwhelmed.

“this is gonna feel a bit different, okay?” you could only conjure up a hum as a response.

law focused his hard tip at the top of your pussy, and rubbed his tip against your clit. he watched your body react as you let out soft moans. he could see goosebumps form on your arms as he continued the motion. he rubbed your clit in circular motions with his tip, until stopping with your clit sitting perfectly next to his opening on his tip.

he stopped his movement to talk to you again, “i’m about to do the main part of the operation. its going to hurt at the beginning, but it will make you feel great afterwards. you’ll feel so much relief after we’re done. are you ready?”

you were still unsure. law reached over tor cup your cheek reassuringly, “you’re gonna be okay. you trust me don’t you?”

“i do trust you…”

the smirk returning back to his face “then let me finish my job, i need to make sure my patient feels better by the end of this.”

you nod, but hold his wrist so he doesn’t remove his hand from you. you shyly pull it from your cheek to hold hands with. law lets you lace your fingers with his. he figured you’d need something to squeeze.

law pulled his tip to your slit, and pushed it in slowly. he saw you tense, scrunch your brows, whimper, and squeeze his hand. he knew it must’ve been a new feeling for you, so he had to treat you extra carefully.

he was halfway in before he pulled back out. he continued this half in half out motion to help you get used to this new feeling. he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

you were doing your best to keep your voice low. when you felt a loud moan wanting to come out you immediately moaned into the tattoo hand to muffle the sound. the sight of you using his hand in such a desperate situation drove law crazy, and he unknowingly pushed in all the way. you gasped loudly at the new sensation. you were immediately being stretched out by his size.

law cursed under his breath, “shit, i didn’t mean to do that.”

your voice trembled, “i-its okay law”

he nodded and continued at a steady pace. law rocked his hips at a controlled pace. your warmth was inviting his cock to keep thrusting in. the longer it drew out the harder he would start to thrust.

it started out gradual. the force was enough to see your breasts jump sightly. it then escalated to your whole body moving force the force. finally his thrusts turn hard enough to start knocking things off the table.

your moans would fill up the room. it was dancing in melody with the sound of law’s impactful thrusts. you were unable to control your body and the sounds it was making. your mind was blank, and all you could think about was feeling good because of his dick in you fucking you mindless. you wanted him to go deeper and deeper. you wanted him to fuck you into oblivion.

on the other hand law felt like a horny animal with the rhythm of his movements. every thrust pushed you away from him, so he had to keep a tight grip on your waist to pull you back close to him. your whimpers grew louder and more high pitched. it was signaling that you were close. law felt his hand you had near your face get wet. he looked up to see your teary eyes and seductive expression looking back at him.

he could tell that you were lost in the moment, and would take whatever he would give you. seeing you in this state made him never let you out of his sight ever again. he wanted to mark you up to show the world that you already belonged to someone. his mind filled with animalistic thoughts, and it reflected on his heightened pace.

he leaned down to your neck and started to mark you up. he sucked and left bite marks all over your neck. the only thought on his mind was how you were his, and his only. he wanted to make sure you would never get away from him.

you abandoned the hand you were holding onto and relocated your hands to law’s hair. you tugged on his hair trying to help ground yourself, but it felt impossible. you kept climbing high and higher towards your climax.

law’s out of breath voice was heard in between the thrusts, “are you feeling good baby? you feel so fucking great… i need to fuck you like this all the fucking time.”

you mindless nod in between your moans. it felt impossible to make coherent sentences at that point you could only get a few words out, “it f-feels so good law! ahh!” tears tricked down your face as you felt a knot undo in your stomach, and your come orgasm crashing down on your body.

you produced sounds you didn’t know where capable of being made. hearing your seductive vocals pushed law into reaching his own orgasm.

he shot his cum deep into you. you felt the warmth fill you up even more than you were. law’s pace slowed down significantly, but he couldn’t help stopping then. he fucked his cum deep into you. his thrusts were much more sloppy than it was before. he just wanted to mark you as his in as many ways as he could. he didn’t even bother wondering if you wanted to be his to begin with.

once finished he finally pulled out. you both stared at each other as you regained your breaths. you we’re completely fucked out, and law couldn’t stop admiring you in such a state. he leaned closer to you and kissed you passionately. it was a very lazy passionate kiss which you tried to return in your exhausted state.

law pulled away and looked st you with hooded eyes, “i need you to be mines only..”

“wh-what captain..?”

law groans, “stop with that captain bullshit.. just say you’ll be mines” desperation laced his voice. he wasn’t trying to make it sound like that, but it was hard to control it while being so exhausted.

you just mindlessly nod as a response.

once law is able to regain some of his regular breathing he uses the last of his energy to shambles you both to his bed in his private room.

he pulled you close to him, afraid you would run away from him at any given second. you on the other hand didn’t have the energy to even move positions. you let law hold you close without complaints, and felt him steal another lazy kiss from you. you slowly drift into a deep sleep with law following right behind you.

you walked around the polar tang looking for something to occupy your time. you’ve done all your chores, and even helped the others with completing theirs.

as you walk around the entirety of the submarine you found yourself standing in front of your captains office.

you knocked and poked your head in to see what your boyfriend was busying himself with. you hoped he would give you another task to work on. the sound of the door opening averting law’s gaze to you. he was sitting next to countless books and papers while filling up his notebook with valuable medical information.

you invited yourself in and walked over to the man at his desk, “i have nothing to do law. i finished all my tasks.”

law hums as his gaze goes back to his books while still keeping some attention on you, “have you cleaned too?”

“yup, the whole place is spotless, except for this room.”

law puts his book down and looks around his office. he’d admit it had gotten a but messy and unorganized. there were many books everywhere, random papers, and even empty coffee mugs.

an idea lit up in your head, “how about you take a break?? i can clean up. i promise ill keep everything organized baby.”

normally he would not let anyone touch his organized mess. he knew where everything was and just didn’t trust people to interfere. you on the other hand, he knew you would be the most reasonable to let clean his special place.

still he was a bit hesitant, “what if you throw something important out?”

“i promise i wont! i’ll just tidy it up and keep it all in a single stack. i know how important they are to you baby.” you flashed him a reassuring smile. you wanted him to be comfortable with letting you take charge of his office.

he closed his notebook, his most priced possession, and stood up. he let it sit there with his cup of coffee as he stepped out from behind his desk to go to you. he held your chin, and leaned down to kiss your forehead, “just dont do anything stupid. im gonna go check up on some things, so i won’t take more than 20 minutes.”

you nodded your head and watched your lover leave you alone. you scanned the room and started slowly. you picked up any trash you saw, picked up papers, organized the books by subject, etc. you start to clean the area under his desk. you kneeled to the ground and continued your task.

that was until you heard the door swing open. penguin and shachi rush into the captains office speaking over each other. the sudden loud sound scared you enough to hit your head on the under side of the table.

at that moment the filled coffee cup that law had left suddenly toppled over. its contents spilled all over his book filled with notes. you quickly stood up just to be meet with the horrors of what just happened.

you ruined your lovers most priced possession. the notes he spent countless days and hours creating. each page filled with knowledge worth spending money for. the coffee was already staining the white pages yellow.

you tried your best to clean the mess as you’re in a panicked state. you couldn’t believe your eyes.

penguin looked around the office, “is the captain not here? why were you under the table y/n?”

the panic now spreading all over your body you felt yourself coming to tears. you yelled at the boys to get out the office and shut the door. you were left trying to fix a hopeless situation before law arrived back.

no matter how much you tried things only got worse. the ink started to blend together, the pages would start to fall out, and the smell of coffee was never more intense than at that moment. tears pricked your eyes even though you tried your best to fight them.

a million thoughts raced through your mind. what would he think? he would never forgive you for doing such a terrible thing to him. he spent days and nights with that notebook. how would you even tell him? he would end up hating your guts for it. you didn’t want him to hate you. you didn’t want him to stop loving you, but there was nothing you could do now. whats done is done.

so you fall to your knees in defeat, and let your emotions run. you quietly cried into your hands trying to accept what you had done, and the consequences that would come with it.

you mentally cursed yourself for being so reckless. you thought of all the possibilities of what he would do when he saw.

“h-he’s gonna yell at, and he’s gonna h-hate me… he’s never gonna wanna see me again..”

suddenly a voice interrupted your conversation with yourself, “who’s gonna hate you?”

it was law’s voice. through your thoughts and tears you didn’t even notice and tattooed man’s return. you stood up while quickly wiping your tears. you wouldn’t dare look him in the eyes, do you kept them glued to the floor.

law saw your tears. his first reaction was to make sure you were okay. he went to your side, and started to ask what had happened. he tried to hug you, but you pulled away from his grasp. the guilt was eating you up alive. you felt like you didn’t deserve law’s concerns.

law got more worried, “can you tell me what happened y/n? did you get hurt? please tell me whats wrong baby.”

you spoke after a long pause, your voice quiet, “but you’re gonna hate me…”

the tattooed man was taken aback, “hate you? i could never hate you. even if you drive a sword through me.” he tried his best to keep his voice soft for you. he could tell that you were going through a lot at that moment.

“i promise i won’t be mad, so tell me whats wrong baby.” law finally manages to pull you into a hug where you cry uncontrollably. your face buried in his chest causing it to be muffled.

he let you have a few moments. as he rubbed your back he saw the mountain of used tissues on the desk. the coffee cup was empty and on its side while his notebook was drenched. he started to piece together the situation at hand, and finally understood what was happening with you.

he pulled his chair close so he could sit, and carefully pulled you to sit on his lap. you kept your face hidden in his chest, not wanting to face him and the consequences of your actions. law could tell you felt horrible for what happened. still he tried his best to calm you down, “it’s going to be okay y/n-ya, nothing you do could ever make me hate you.”

after some time passed you were able to lift your head up to meet his gaze. your teary eyes made his heart ache. you repeated apologies back to back, but all law did was tell you to stop them.

“was it not an accident?”

you nod slightly, “it was.. i wasn’t trying to ruin it on purpose..”

“then it’s okay. we all make mistakes baby. im just glad you’re okay. id rather deal with some messed up notes than you being hurt.”

you shook your head fast, “but they’re not just some notes! you spent so much time writing them!”

“then ill spend more time writing even better notes. it wont be the end of the world.” he stroked your hair hoping his responses would calm you down.

you’ve never been in a situation where you’ve ruined someone’s valuable items. the guilt would have eaten you up alive if law’s hadn’t come in and calmed you down.

law scanned the rest of the room, “look at all the great work you did. you cleaned up the whole office for me. don’t let one accident overshadow all your hard work.”

he made you look around. he wanted you to acknowledge your hard work, and know that it was going to be okay even if it felt like it wouldn’t be.

you nodded slightly, “i just wished it was anything else but this.. i know you’ve spent so much time on it law.”

law thought for a minute. he knew he wasn’t mad at you, but he wanted you to feel less guilty about it all. he hated seeing you like this, “how about you help me fix this then?”

you looked confused, “how can i fix this..? its all ruined..”

the man shook his head, “lets just make a new one. you try your best to read it to me and ill piece together the information and write it in another book. we can fix this together baby.”

your eyes lit up, “you really mean that? you think i can help you??”

law felt much better knowing his words were helping you through your emotions, “of course i mean it. i wouldn’t trust anyone else to help me with this my love.”

he held you closer and kissed your lips gently. feeling you kiss back made him fully relax. he knew that you would be fine now. you both spent the rest of the day piecing together the old notebook to transfer it’s words into somewhere new. you stayed on his lap the whole time, and he made sure to try his best to make you feel better about the accident.

the crew was livelier than usual. with all tasks for the day completed, conversations filled the air as everyone shared quality time together. many recounted recent ordeals, and the sounds of laughter, complaints, and heated debates echoed throughout the submarine.

you tried to join in on the active conversation. you were eager to share the new hobby you had picked up, and you couldn’t keep yourself from wanting to tell your loved ones.

although your desire to share was strong; everytime you tried to speak up your words hung in the air without response, and your crew mate continued their commotion. it seemed as though your words vanished into the noise. the lack of response made you feel a bit of an outcast within the group. although this topic was meant to be a way to connect your friends with your personal life you figured there will always be another chance to speak of it. so for now, you let everyone to continue their conversations as you listened.

ikkaku is the first to notice your hushed state. it wasnt something she was concerned about, and instead just wanted you to talk like everyone else.

“do you have anything you want to share about your day y/n?”

feeling enthusiastic you took this as your chance to talk about your beloved newfound hobby. it seemed a bit silly saying it out loud, but made you happy. it should be worth the mention.

“i’ve starting doing something new whenever we visit new islands with towns. i’ll start to-“

you were quickly interrupted with shachi’s sudden outburst, “penguin is such a liar!!”

penguin gasps dramatically. their commotion drew the small amount of attention your conversation was getting. penguin and shachi start to wrestle over a disagreement. all the members laugh while some even made bets on who would win. that is all the members but you.

you stared blankly. you knew your friends weren’t purposefully trying to talk over you. still you couldn’t push the feeling of being ignored away much longer. you stood up and slipped away unnoticed while the group was busy with their activities.

you walked to the girls cabin to find a space to yourself where you wont be feeling ignored. at that moment actually being alone felt much better than feeling lonely in a room full of people.

you laid down and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes until you heard an unexpected knocking. a muffled ‘can i come in?’ was heard from the other side of the door.

before you could respond the door had opened and your captain entered the room. his tall figure and poker face made its way over to you. you sat up confused as to what your captain could need from you.

law invited himself to sit down in the empty space next to you, “tell me about.”

you raised your brow. was there a specific report you were forgot to tell him? you searched through your mind for all the possibilities he could be referring to.

law cleared his throat to pull you out your own mind and regain your attention, “tell me about that thing you do with new islands”

you were astonished that your captain was actually paying attention to you. you figured that at the end of the day he is an observer.

he spoke again, “you looked like you wanted to talk about it, but everyone kept speaking over you.”

embarrassment crept upon you, “it’s fine really. i didn’t mind. it was a stupid topic anyways, so it would’ve bored them out.”

“it won’t bore me. i know you want to speak about it, so hurry up” the dark-haired man’s way of reassuring you made it feel like he was rushing you instead. you couldn’t refuse him, as he sat in front of you, waiting to be told as if you were keeping some infamous secret from him. you knew any attempt to refuse would be dismissed immediately by law. but deep down, you find his gesture meaningful. it was his way of saying ‘i see you’.

“you know you don’t have to do all this just because you feel bad captain.”

he knew his earlier phrasing wasn’t sitting quite well, so he added onto it, “it’s not that i feel bad, i just want to know about my crew, so tell me because i’ll listen to you.”

you could no longer protest against him. you make your way to grab a small box then returning to your seat, “you have to promise not to laugh.”

curiosity sparked within law, “whats in this box that could be so laugh-worthy? or are you just being dramatic?”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m not being dramatic. im just saying you can’t laugh jeez..”

law takes the box from you. if he left the unboxing to you, it would take hours for you to gather the courage to remove the top. with one swift motion, law unveiled what the box kept safe— what exactly it was that you wanted to share so badly with the crew.

the inside of the box contained an assortment of pens. all different shapes and colors. law was truly left speechless, “pens..?”

you grabbed the box back from him, “you said you wouldn’t laugh!”

law cleared his throat again, and fixed his expression to its stoic state, “i’m not laughing. i just wasnt expecting that. do you collect these pens across the islands?”

you nod as you look away. you couldn’t help yourself feeling a bit mortified. telling friends is one thing, but telling your captain makes you feel less strong-willed in his mind. you couldn’t help but wonder how embarrassed he must be, thinking about his crew mate being strange enough to collect a specific writing utensil.

suddenly his voice draws you out of your conscious, “which one is your favorite?”

“my favorite? it would have to be this blue one.” you pull out a glass pen that’s been dyed a shade of dark blue. it was heavy in weight, but wrote the smoothest lines when dipped in ink.

from here you start talking about the differences between the pens, their pros and cons, which island you got them from, demonstrating their writing on paper, and much more until you were certain you had bore law out. instead the tattooed man seemed just as interested as you were. he was learning about an item he never gave much thought to.

“you’re not weirded out by this..?”

law shook his head, “why would i be weirded out? you’re just like me.”

“how am i just like you?”

law smirked and lifted his hand to create his blue room bubble around you both, “i’ll show you. room, shambles.”

suddenly you find yourself in laws room. the crew’s laughter still echoed throughout the submarine. law pulls put a box , and pulls its lid off to reveal it’s contents to you.

“coins..?” you tilted your head, looking at the box

“i collect coins from different islands. don’t look at it like that when you do the same thing.”

you take the box, “just because i do the same thing doesn’t mean it’s not gonna be weird.”

law chuckled, “collecting pens is more weird than coins.”

you fired back a warning stare, “at least pens are useful. i can write with all of them.”

“so what? i can spend all of these.”

“captain, you can only spend it if you go back to these islands.”

the two of you went back and fourth, debating which item to collect was the best. as the night went on you both shares stories of certain items in your collections. you proceed to match the closest-looking pens to the closest-looking coin.

being able to to share such personal interests with each other made you both realize you are a lot more alike than you though.

at the end of the night law asks for your hand.

“what’d do you need it for?” you hold your hand out to him. law proceeds to place a gorgeous gold coin designed by fine detailing.

law spoke up, “i want you to keep it. take good care of it and keep it with your pens” a slight smile tugged at his lips.

you giggled, “is it meant to bring me prosperity?”

“hopefully. you’ll need it to buy more pens”

you roll his eyes at his remark. you look through your collection again and pull out a black pen decorated with small hearts. you have it to the tattooed man, “keep it. it suits you captain.”

law observed the pen with a smile. he continued to use that pen whenever he wrote important notes. he kept it with him at all times to remind himself that he isn’t so alone, and there are other nerds who collect things just like him.

on the other hand you were reminded of him every time you opened your wallet to pay. the gold coin shimmering was almost as bright as both of your faces sharing your hobbies with one another.

the coolness of the polar tang wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. this particular night though was freezing cold. being wrapped up in a blanket with your lover wasn’t enough to keep you from waking up and shivering.

you look around the room hardly awake. you lifted your head from your boyfriend’s chest and looked at the clock which read 4am. you glanced up at law, who was slightly sat up, starring at the wall seeming to be lost within his own intricate thoughts. why he was awake at 4am was beyond your comprehension.

the sudden movement caused from you sitting up in bed made him look at you. surprised, he spoke to you in a soft tone, “oh you’re awake y/n? did you have a bad dream?”

you shook your head and muttered, “its freezing law. you don’t feel that??” you rubbed the sleep out your eyes.

once understanding the situation law responded, “i’ll get an extra blanket and a sweater for you. i’ll get some water too y/n-ya.” law preceded to wrap you in the single blanket that was not able to do you justice in the cold.

law makes his way out the room to fulfill your needs. you laid in bed wrapped in your blanket. the pillow next to you was positioned vertically. most likely from law moving it to sit up while you were asleep. you rolled to your side and lifted a leg to wrap around it.

your closed eyes couldn’t stop your mind from wondering. the picture of law still painted in your mind from when you woke up. something about his chest tattoo peeking through his shirt’s collar and his serious gaze as he was lost in thought. it all made him so handsome.

thoughts of your absent lover swirled in your mind, and made your body warm. you tightened your leg around the pillow to feel it press against your clothed core. you bit your lip as you proceeded to shift your hips back and fourth to rub the cloth core. the slight friction between you and the pillow was enough to part your lips and moan quietly. your pace slightly quickened, but it was still done with lethargic energy. as good as it felt you could still feel like you were about to fall back to sleep.

so distracted by your current task you failed to see your boyfriend walk into the room after getting the things you needed. he was taken aback from the sight of you rocking your hips against his pillow.

maybe it was his scent on the pillow that made it feel all the more better. either way it was obvious you were trying to reach a climax of pleasure. your laziness prevented you from being able to reach that point, so you drowsily humped law’s pillow hoping to reach an orgasm one way or another.

law makes his way over to you. he lets you continue your activity as he lays out a bigger blanket over your smaller one. it was heavy, so it weighed you down and staggered your already desperate attempts of satisfaction.

law sits back in bed and shares the blankets with you. your frustration from not being able to please yourself enough was starting to get to you. you shove the pillow to the other side and pull yourself closer to law.

law looked at his used pillow to see a wet spot from where you used to satisfy your core. it earned a chuckle from the man, “did you have fun y/n?” he clearly wanted to tease you.

you whined and rubbed your thighs together desperate for some kind of friction, “i can’t feel good.. too tired..”

law pulled you closer and let you rest your head on his chest, “do you need help so you can feel good? you just woke up so it might be harder for you to do it on your own.”

you nod tiredly. eyes barely opened you take law’s hand into your own, and pulled it under the blanket and towards your thighs.

law pushed your rubbing thighs opened, and ran his fingers against your cloth core. he could feel the outline of your pussy because your pants stuck against the wetness so well. it exposed you to your boyfriend’s fingers even though you were covered.

the new attention given to your core made you whimper. heading you made law feel bad for you, “don’t worry baby. i’m gonna help you feel good.”

you nodded mindlessly ready to take whatever your boyfriend was willing to do to your sleepy self.

his hand slowly made its way into your panties. you naturally spread your thighs more in order to grant him access. law appreciated your cooperation, “just relax and i’ll do the work. i’ll make sure you feel good y/n-ya.”

like a cue law began to brush his fingertips against your clit gently for you to adjust to it. the feeling if your boyfriend touching such an intimate part of you cause electricity to circulate inside you. he could make you feel good by doing the bare minimum.

law’s 2 fingers started in a circular motion around your clit. he circled around where he knew would be the most sensitive. he wanted to stimulate you as much as possible.

you shut your eyes completely letting the man do what he pleased in order for you to reach your peak. the sensations from your core travelled throughout your body pulling it closer to an edge.

law applied more pressure to his fingers tips. he slowed down his circular motions around your clit, and decided to start flicking motions. he moved his finger back and fourth against your sensitive bud. this earned slight moans from you.

law whispered encouragements into your ears, “you’re doing so good y/n-ya. i bet it feels good too doesn’t it sweetheart?”

you nodded to the man’s words sweet words as his fingers made you feel pleasures you would’ve never accomplished on your own with a pillow.

law continued, “you looked so gorgeous earlier. i wish i could always see you humping my pillow like that.” law abandoned your clit and made his fingers to your opening. his fingers naturally became coated in your core’s wetness.

you bit your lip, “i-i looked gorgeous?”

law hums, “absolutely beautiful. next time you should hump my thigh like that baby. i’d rather you use me than just my pillow.”

as law spoke he steadily pushes two fingers into your opening. the sudden action made you feel strangely full. you body naturally responded by rocking your hips against the fingers.

law continued his praises, but they went in through one ear and out the other. your mind felt absent while your body took in the pleasures of law’s long fingers pressing against your walls. you felt them go in and out, and you imagined his finger tattoos becoming covered because they repetitively make their way inside of you.

your whimpers start to become more vocal as your body climbed towards your climax. law continued to penetrate you with his two fingers, but skillfully used his thumb to rub your clit. he knew his actions were doing numbers on you by the way your body naturally tensed up, and how you became more vocalized.

you bit your lip, “law it feels so good, i-i think im close~”

law hums and quickens his pace, “then cum for me baby. i wanna hear you moan my name. who’s the only one who can make you feel this good?”

your body slightly arched up as your orgasm crept upon you. you moaned his name loudly, “law you make me feel so good! only you can make me feel so amazing~”

your orgasm washed over you turning you into a shaky moaning mess. you tightened around law’s fingers. he could feel his fingers inside of you become coated in your juices again. he pulled them out of your core and panties. he voluntarily sucked your juices off his fingers not wanting to waste a single drop.

you drew yourself closer to the man. you started to feel the exhaustion of the orgasm bearing over you. law found your middle-of-the-night horniness compelling. he also thought it made you cuter. knowing that he was the first thought on your mind after you woke up was satisfying for him.

law kissed your hair, “you should go back to sleep now sweetheart. it’s late.”

you barely responded, already on your path towards the realm of slumber, “you have to sleep too…”

law hums and gets comfortable with you by his side. he pulls your pillow so you two can share since you discarded of his earlier. he’d have to add washing his pillowcase to his to-do tasks for the next day.

law has always had a hard time remembering the sufferings his friends and family endured. sometimes he feels like he is undeserving being the only survivor. most day to day activities will remind him of his past.

doing medical work, which he is often busy with, always reminds him of his hardworking parents. stopping by towns and seeing little girls with brunette hair always reminds him of his cheerful younger sister. it would be a lie to say law doesn’t actively try to repress those memories. he didn’t want to live in a past which reminded him of his hardship.

he’s bought up to panda the way he feels. he never specifically talked about the situation. he just mentioned how something from his past bothered him sometimes.

the advice panda gave him was simple, “captain you have to face what’s happened in order to accept it.”

law was stumped by what the mink was implying. how could one accept their past if they’ve already lived through it? law dedicated a lot of time into trying to understand this idea. he thinks of his past, but the only thing that comes to mind is the suffering of his loved ones.

law sighed in defeat. he was over thinking about all the grey parts of his past. why must he always think of suffering and deaths of his loved ones?

later that day law decides to head to the nearby town at the docked island on his own to find medical supplies to stock up on. he figured the fresh air would assist in clearing his mind from the depressing pictures of his past.

while law was perusing through the aisles of a medical supply store he could hear the cheers of people and see parade of huge balloons pass by through the glass.

the shop owner saw the tattooed mans gaze fixed on the commotion outside. he decided to speak up, “its the town’s festival. it takes place every year to celebrate the founding of this old town.”

law’s head faced the man, “festival..?” he could feel a pang in his heart. he could his hear younger sister beg for him to join his family at the festival in flevance many years ago. the people, the cheers, the joy spread around reminded him of that festival.

he hadn’t thought about that memory in so long. it was like a forgotten memory pushed to the depth of his mind. without thought his feet made their way out the shop and into the crowd of people.

he saw banners full of designs, kids with face’s painted, and the aroma of foods passing by him in people’s hands. he was amazed at how much resemblance there was with the festival in his hometown.

he could hear a group of kids loudly talking about how tasty their ice cream was. the picture of his younger sister enjoying her ice cream cone with him started to paint itself in his mind. law found himself making his way to the ice cream store. mercilessly the same flavors he had on flevance were at the ice cream shop as well. he decided to order the same ice cream cone he didn’t get the chance to enjoy many years ago.

he exited the shop and found a bench he could sit at. it overlooked the town square. he imagined little lami playing with the group of children who played tag and blew bubbles. he thought about how his parents would appreciate the beauty of the festival on this island.

though memories of his past caused him sadness he found himself smiling as he entertained these thoughts. he sat back to enjoyed his sweet treat. being alone and thinking of his past reminded him of what panda told him about accepting his past.

law still wasn’t sure what that meant, but he figured he was making progress. for once he felt happy to think of thoughts about his loved ones. though he wished they were there with him he knew there was nothing stopping him from enjoying this moment on their behalves. a part of him just knew that’s what they would’e wanted for him.

he smiled slightly as he muttered to himself, “maybe this is what accepting the past feels like.”

it was nothing different from a normal night. except it was indeed a unique night. it was your anniversary night. you’d think law would give you some sort of attention tonight. yet you sat alone at the small dinner table you fixed for the night in your shared living space.

you tried not to let your emotions get in the way. maybe he was setting things away in his office after he finished, and had to take extra long. there could be a million things holding him back at the moment. you kept your hopes optimistic for as long as you could.

the small digital clock echoed through the room every time an hour interval completed. one echo. two echos. three echos.

you stared at the extinguished candle and cold food. you drowned in your thoughts aoll alone at a table for two. you were glued to your seat unable to even check up on him to see what he was doing or tell him to come. maybe it was because you expected him to know to not be late.

you abandoned the entirety of the meaningful surprise, and made your way to bed. the thought of spending quality time with your loved one now a distant laughable hope you held for yourself. you sympathized with yourself. it’s not like you’ve done anything bad to be treated like this.

you drifted off to sleep with tear stained cheeks and a once smooth dress now all wrinkled up.

after a bit of time the door knob to the room opened. a deeply fatigued law entered the room. he did his usually routine before bed such as changing, brushing teeth, etc. he was so focused on the tasks that he hadn’t noticed the table, or you. it wasn’t until he accidentally bumped into the chair while rubbing his eyes that he noticed the arrangements you made. he questioned everything until the memories of your mentioned ‘surprise’ crept back into his mind.

the two dinner plates were left untouched, and the candle had hardened wax drips down the side of it. he glances at your sleeping figure that laid right at the edge of the bed. the effort you put into looking nice for him was noticeable.

law mentally cursed himself out for forgetting such an important date. you even reminded the man, and told him of a surprised that was planned, yet he still forgot. he imagined you sitting at a the table alone starring at your untouched food waiting to hear the door open. instead the man locked himself away with his work and research like he always did. the regret blazed over him.

he silently put away your set up careful not to wake you up. every step he took was filled with shame. by the time he finished it was well into the AMs. he turned the lights off and got into bed with you. he carefully pulled you close, but accidentally woke you up.

he mumbled quietly, “hey y/n.. sorry for being late.”

even in a stage of significant fatigue you we’re unable to forget what you’ve just gone through because of his lack of awareness. you pull away from his warmth to return to your spot on the edge of the bed. law tried to get close to you, but it resulted in you getting up.

law was confused by the actions, “what are you doing y/n-ya..?”

you quietly made your way around the room gathering the belongings you’ve placed. law grew worrisome with every item you collected. he followed in pursuit of you trying to grab the items and place them in their original spot. this went on for a few more times until you’ve had enough.

“stop it law! this has nothing to do with you, so go back to bed!”

you kept your head low. you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes after all the pain he’s bought you throughout the relationship.

the pressure of law’s anxiety got the best of him. it led him to fumble over sentences, “look i know you’re upset but you don’t have to make your things. come to bed we can talk this all out. i won’t let it happen again baby.”

law’s words went through one ear and right out the other. sense of his negligence was still present. the feeling of abandonment spoke your words before you could give a second thought, “am i that easy to forget..?”

law’s eyes widened, “what? why would you say something like that? you aren’t easy to forget y/n.. i just have a lot going on in my head and it slips out sometimes”

you turned your back to him. you braced yourself for your words, “maybe we should just break up… i mean this just isn’t working out.”

you swallowed a lump threatening to form in your chest, “i tried my best to always give you the benefit of the doubt but… you just aren’t going to change. i should’ve known better…”

you continued to pack your belongings. there were faded promises law tried to say to you. promises about how he was sorry, how he’ll do better, and how he would change his ways. they were all just surrounding noises your mind shut off from hearing.

the feeling of helplessness overwhelmed law as he watched you exit the once shared living space, and fully withdrawing from him.

he didn’t know what you two were at that point. the mention of you two breaking up ran through his mind. he wasn’t certain what to do now, but he knew for a fact that if he could go back in time he would redo everything to be different.

you walked into your room with frustration radiating off you. you just finished a midterm exam, but none of the topics you studied for was actually on the test. you spent countless hours studying to get a good grade only to be doomed to fail. law was sitting at your desk doing his work. you found him in the same place you left him.

you threw your bag on the floor and crossed your arms. it was enough to catch law’s attention. he continued his work as he spoke up, “did it go well?”

the annoyance you had built up from starting the exam to getting back to your room was let out all at once, “that professor is such an asshole!! i swear it’s like they’re trying to set us up for failure. nothing they mentioned on the study guide was on the exam. it was talking about topics we didn’t even review in class!”

law placed his pen down, and swirled the chair so he faced your agitated figure, “you’re probably overthinking it. i’m sure you did great. i helped you study a lot last night, and you had all the concepts down.”

you groaned, “you’re not listening. surely i failed that midterm. nothing mentioned in class was on it.”

you rubbed your arm and felt a bit jealous of the man sitting in front of you, “i wish i was naturally smart like you…”

law tried to help you feel better, “don’t say that. you have lots of things going on for you.”

“like what?? failing a midterm i stayed up all night studying for?”

he cleared his throat and put more thoughtfulness into his replies, “it’s just a midterm y/n-ya. don’t beat yourself up about it. also i was mentioning other things your good at.” law paused to think of some of your strengths and virtues, “you’re great with people and super outgoing. you have like every guys on campus wrapped around your finger, and you go on dates all the time.”

you rolled your eyes, “that doesn’t mean anything though. i care more about failing my classes than stupid boys.”

law shrugged, “well it’s not fair in my eyes. i wish i could do that.”

you tilted your head, “you can do that though law. you just need to go out and find people you like talking to.”

“i wasn’t referencing you. i was referencing them.”

confusion led you to ask, “what do you mean by that.”

law answered without thinking through his response at all, “those guys you go on dates with get to have that side of you, and they don’t even realize how lucky they are.”

you paused for a minute to take in what he said. it was an accidental confession that law had no intention of letting out. you held his eye contact in an attempt to find out if he was telling the truth.

after a stretched out silence he cleared his throat, “i didn’t mean to say that. forget about it.”

you raised your brow. how could you just forget about it?

“how about you elaborate on that instead?”

law turned his back to you, trying to focus on the previous work, hoping the situation would disappear on its own. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t let it go so easily.

you walked to his seated figure, and reached over to shut his laptop. you turned his chair back to face you then leaned down while holding the arm wrests. laws golden eyes gazed into your intensively as he tried to understand what your motive was at that moment.

“elaborate.” was all he heard. he found it hard to form a verbal response especially when you pressed him so hard about it. he didn’t quite know what to tell you that also wouldn’t affect the friendship you two have built.

so he didn’t say anything. he kept quiet. you leaned down dangerously close to him while holding his gaze. he sighed in defeat knowing there wasn’t a way to escape you at that point. he decided to speak, partially because he was also over hiding how he felt about you, “it’s not fair that they get to have your interest like that. i’m the one that sits with you every night before your exams to help you study. i’m the one who gets you to do your work when you don’t want to. yet they’re the one’s you’re always interested in. i’m honestly over it y/n.”

law gets up from the chair and packs his things back into his bag. it seemed pointless to stick around anymore. he figured he ruined things enough.

“where do you think you’re going?” you grab his packed bag to throw it back to its original place on the floor. the fact that he thought he could leave after dropping a bomb like that infuriated you, “you don’t just get to do whatever you want to. you’re staying.”

you knew the chances of him actually listening were slim. you were determined to make sure he didn’t leave, so you walk towards him until he’s backed up against the wall.

law started to become mildly irritated. he didn’t understand why you were doing all of this. if you wanted to shame him for what he said then why pull these antics? just as he was about to object against your actions you spoke instead, “why haven’t you ever made a move then?”

law rubbed his temples as he responded, “why does that matter? it’s not like you’re interested anyways. you’re always eyeing other people that aren’t me.”

you immediately dismissed his response, “has the thought ever occurred to you that i probably do that because of you? you’ve never once showed any sign of romantic interest. how could i go after you if i didn’t know you wanted me??”

law’s eyebrows turned knitted as he dissected your statement in his mind. he was certain his ears deceived him, “are you saying..?”

at that point an increase of agitation grew within you. you soon realized that now would be the best time to take action. the likelihood of an opportunity like this happening again are slim. before you could mentally decide your words beat you to it, “do you want me to show you what i mean? clearly it’s too difficult for you to understand with just words.”

the bold statement heightened your heart rate, and could’ve sworn that the tattooed man before you could hear it as well.

it’s always difficult read law’s thoughts on normal circumstances, but right now it was clear to you that he only wanted you.

he let his hands travel and place themselves on your waist. in one swift motion he substituted his position against the wall with yours. before you could realize it was now you who was pressed against the wall. law’s towering golden gaze was fixed on examining you as if you were a research project he was being graded on. you simply knew he was determined to get full marks.

“let me show you instead. i’ve had to keep myself in check for so long just for you.”

you smirked as you pulled his collar down so his face was leveled with yours to respond, “give it your all then trafalgar.”

your green light what the exact thing the man was looking for. although he liked you, more than he’d admit, he never thought about the dirty things he’d do to you. he always suspected it was unlikely to occur.

yet here he was desperate to pull your clothes off like a starving animal.

soon he discarded your garments leaving you exposed to his eyes. the only items obstructing his view were your bra and panties. still the man wasted no time admiring your body. you allowed his hands to roam, to feel, to touch any part he desired. the freedom bestowed upon him anxiously thrilled him.

“you’re so gorgeous y/n, i could stare at you all day long..”

his breath was caught as his eyes were lost in your beauty.

he was unaware of how long he spent just starring at you until he saw that you seemed to be at a state of unease.

he leaned down to press his yearning lips against your collarbone. it was a sweet kiss, but powerful enough to send shivers down your spine.

as he made his way to your shoulder you lean close to his ear to speak, “take everything off already, please law..”

“give me a second to take you in y/n.”

and that’s exactly what he did until your patience for him started to run thin. it felt like fire was erupting off your skin. he was tormenting you with every second he put off.

his hands glided up the natural curve of your spine, and effortlessly unhooked your bra. you let it slip and hit the floor soon, following with your panties, and kicking them to the side.

law’s inked hand made its way to the front of your figure to explore the new region on display. he held your breast with care as he leaned down to lick your bud. he dragged his tongue over and over your nipple feeling it harden from his repeated actions. you rested your head against the wall permitting shallow breaths to leave you. law’s gentle grip eventually turns into grasping motions that squeezed at your tissue. he made sure to give the same attention to the other side by switching back and fourth. moments when he pulls back to catch his breath he whispered how in awe he was of your every minute detail. the praises that fell from his mouth drove your desire for the man to increase making you more impatient by the second.

finally satisfied with your captivating body he put to work with discarding his own clothes. when pulling off his shirt his muscles, inked by tattoos, would naturally flex giving you a show that was irresistible to look away from.

he shared your eye contact as he raised his hand to his mouth to lick his middle and ring finger. he held them together as he sentenced them to please you between your thighs. he placed them above your clit, applying standard pressure, and began to massage in circular motions.

the sudden gasp from your lips indicated to him of the pleasure being received from his fingers.

law chuckled because of your sudden reaction, “i’m barely touching you and you’re acting like this. should i go a bit harder-“ law simultaneously applied the indicated pressure, “or should i go faster y/n?” the man increased his circular haste. asking for your decision meant nothing to him at that moment. it could’ve been considered more of a warning than a question.

you tried your best to not let your moans get the best of you, but it was difficult when your mind could only focus on how good the man’s fingers felt. you hadn’t noticed his member rising with anticipation ready to make you a moaning mess.

law adjusted his motions to reach back and fourth to your hole. realizing his licked figured would ultimately serve no purpose because the wetness you exhibited was far more useful. he used it to his advantage in order to prepare you for what was yet to come.

he spoke in a low tone, “are you ready y/n-ya? lets get to the real fun already.”

you nodded fast agreeing with him. you were unsure how much more torture of the clit you could take before your orgasm engulfed you.

law averted his attention on his own growing discomfort. the member in desperate need of relief appeared swollen at the tip, and veins carved out the sides of his length. law pulled away his fingers from your clit to hooked a singular arm under your leg and keep it lifted. he held the leg up exposing your wet core, and pressed you harder against the wall with his body. his length naturally pressed up against your core, and was barely consumed in your folds.

he shifted his hips back and fourth to drag his member along your heat. he aimed to cover himself in your slick, so entering wouldn’t be such a task, and he could focus on what truly mattered.

you on the other hand was being driven by heightened arousal. you wanted nothing more than to be fucked into oblivion. exasperated from the situation, you decide to take the initiative. you reach to his hard member and position it to your hole. you push yourself down enough to fit the tip in.

the size of his member stretched your entrance more than you expected. he questioned if you were okay only to which you managed a hum. you were too busy biting down your lip to form a proper reply.

he motioned that he would soon start, to which you nod your head giving him another green light.

he passed his member in and through your walls. he felt your walls naturally squeeze his member, and the warmth increasing the blaze on his skin. he watched as you shut your eyes and meekly groan due to the unfamiliar length.

he paused his movements to let you regain your composure. law removed fallen strands of hair and tucked them behind your ear before speaking up, “you’re gonna do great y/n-ya. i’m gonna start, is that okay?” the man waited for your approval, which you happily gave, and started to rock his hips slowly. surely he wanted to pick up his pace, but he wanted you to adjust as well.

law felt unsettlingly sexually attracted to you. the slow pace he set eventually caused him to curse himself out in his mind. he wanted to pound you right then and there, but he just had to be so considerate of you. he figured the best thing to distract his mind, and so he pressed his like against yours. it was the first time he ever kissed you. he never predicted your first kiss would happen after he was balls deep in you.

your lips shared warmth, and it caused your bodies to further align. every slow thrust drew you both into a deeper and more passionate kiss. you two were in a war zone and the kiss served as paradise.

the natural depth of the kiss blurred the lines of sense in law’s mind. without realizing he responded to his body’s natural sexual thirst by feverishly picking up the pace of his hips. you had to pull away to voice out your pleasure through moans. your eyes squeezed themselves shut. he saw the pain, but also the pleasure. his forehead rested on the wall next to your head, and he grunted in your ear like a dog chasing a high that felt so far away.

no more holding him back. he pushed every regressed emotion felt into his thrusts. they hit you harshly like the force of a tsunami. at that moment you fully realized just how much law was holding back just for the sake of the friendship, and how much he simply didn’t care anymore.

the constant sensation of his member grazing your walls edged you closer to your climax, “fuck law, you feel so fucking good~”

his name rolling off your tongue in moans made him feel cockier than he should’ve been. the man that once dreamt of you every night that week was finally getting what he wanted. he wasn’t going to let any moment fleet away from him.

his thrusts, now set at a monstrous pace, forced you to your orgasm faster than you’d anticipated. your nails dug into his skin, and you vocalized your pleasure through your moans. although it was clear you had reached your goal and had no more reason for the continuous pace, law had no intention of stopping. law growled into your ear, “why do you feel so fucking good y/n~?”

he didn’t miss a beat. that is until he climax snapped like a twig. his white substance launched into you, and filled you up leaving you warm from within. it took a while for you to the catch your breaths. the sweat caused by the shared experience made you both feel sticky. you spoke up once you felt like you were no longer desperate for oxygen, “are you gonna pull out..?”

law looked at you through half-lidded eyes. it was clear his orgasm exhausted him. his own words felt like they blurred together, “just forget about it for now…” he kept his member fully inserted in your warm heat.

he used the last of his efforts to pick up your other leg. he carried you to your bed, and you both collapsed onto it. not once did his member withdraw from within you.the natural exhaustion you felt led you to doze off instantly. law was on the verge of following you before he was taken out of his own conscious.

the sound of a notification popping on your phone alerted him. he reached over and grabbed the phone to read what it was.

your midterm grade results had came back. curious of your results, law input your password in to check the grade. he smiled at the green box holding the ‘93%’ in it. he was glad to know you would wake up with good news.

he put the phone back down and tiredly whispered to your sleeping figure, “i told you that you would do well…”

the island the submarine docked at had a bustling town that was ready to be explored by the heart pirates. you followed your crew mates as they venture through the different stalls and try exotic foods. the overflowing of the townspeople caused you to lose track of your crewmate. you didn’t worry much, and decided to use this opportunity to do some solo exploration.

you talked with some vendors, played with some kids, fed the stray cats, and so much more. at the end of the day you met up with your once lost crew mates at the docked submarine. you all chatted and exchanged experiences regarding the now explored town. you found yourself engulfed in all the fun stories being told, and you hadn’t realized you had started coughing.

the cough wasn’t horrible. it was light enough to be brushed off without a second thought. the only person which the cough raised concerned for was your captain, and beloved significant other. he recognized the patterns of what he called your ‘weak immune system’. it would always play out the same; you go exploring a new area, you meet people and try new things, you seem fine during the moment, but then come down with some of the worst ailment law has seen.

just as he predicted you spent your night in a mess. your cough would become so aggressive it would jolt you both out of your sleep realms. your sneezes would fill the bed with used tissues. an extra bin was readily placed on the floor next to the bed in the situation where you might’ve a bad case of food poisoning and had to throw up. law always prepares supplies the nights he expects you to need them.

this wasn’t the first time your weakened immune system caused law to have to play personal doctor. these strange occurrences leave law to work overtime to be able to cater to your road towards a healthier reality for you. it was natural for him, and be wouldn’t want any other person to be the one to care for you. he made sure he was the only person in attendance to help during these times.

he rubbed your back as you blew into a tissue, “bad night huh? you need to drink some water y/n-ya.”

you blew one last time before responding in a slight raspy voice, “i cant drink anything. my throat hurts too much…”

you attempted to throw the used tissue into the trash, but ultimately missing causing you to sigh in frustration. law sits up in bed and rubs the sleepiness out his eyes. he uses his devil fruit abilities to move the tissues into the trashcan.

he got up to retrieve his kikoku in order to assess your symptoms correctly. he made his way back as he ordered you to lay down and get comfortable. he called out ‘scan’ as he hovered the kikoku back and fourth over your body. once he’s finished he put it away, “it isn’t horrible. it’s just some respiratory virus. were you near anything that could have caused it?”

“i don’t know.”

law didn’t expect you to know the exact cause for your ailment, “it’ll be okay. nonetheless it will take a week or so for you to feel better. maybe this might finally strengthen your immune sy-“

you interrupted the tattooed man as you started to cough up a storm again. law mentally accepted the fact that he would be quite busy for the next week.

throughout the week your symptoms seem to worsen. they would especially peak during the night. law could easily recognize the moments when you were unnaturally out of breath, had a runny nose, slightly puffy eyes, and especially when you’d sleep for hours on end daily. he pitied you because of how susceptible you were to getting sick. when the day for chores came around you protested against the man to let you out of bed, “i need to get my chores done! they’re my responsibility law.”

“i’ll have penguin and shachi complete them.”

you continue to object, “i’m not gonna drag other people into my messes. i’m gonna do them myself.” you tried your best to get out of bed, but in the end your struggles were meaningless. law sat right next to your laying position in bed, and gently rested an arm on your stomach to keep you down.

“you can’t finish your chores if you can barely get up yourself baby. i know you want to help, but as your doctor i need you to focus on getting better first.”

you huffed and shook your head to refuse.

law gave you a look which made you stop your antics. it was an earnest look which alerted you of his serious character, “you need to recover, not do irrelevant chores. you don’t listen to what i say.”

law was tempted to use his authority to command you to listen. the only thing stopping him was that he didn’t want to create a power imbalance between you both. he wanted to show you that he really did care for you instead of just forcing you to listen to what he has to say.

he leans down to your laying position and kissed your hair hoping it will lower your walls, “just let me take care of you y/n-ya”

“but i don’t wanna distract you from your work.”

he shook his head, “it’s not a distraction if it means i get to help you feel better.” he thought of a way to finally convince you, “don’t you always say i work too hard? well i’m taking a break to be with you while you’re sick.”

his logic was too good for you to fight against this time. as you tried your best to find a way to fight back law’s reasoning until a knocking came from the door. you both avert your attention to the door opening.

penguin and bepo poke their heads in. bepo speaks up, “captain! y/n! we were looking all over for you.”

penguin nods, “we’re planning ikakku’s surprise birthday party that’s tonight! you guys have to to make sure you’re there.”

law shook his head and spoke in a protective voice, “y/n is sick. she isn’t leaving from here. the submarine is too cold for her.”

both penguin and bepo whine to the captains response. you pout as you sit up. you gave look a law that could break his heart. it was the saddest puppy eyes he had ever seen you pull.

“but i wanna go to the birthday party…”

law had to stay firm in his decision, “i know you want to go, but we have to focus on you getting better.”

you tried to compromise knowing it would be the only thing to get the logical man to budge, “i’ll bundle up! and i wont have anything that could make me feel more sick! please please please law!”

your pleads were followed by penguin and bepo’s pleads as well. your begs fill the room until the tattooed man’s patience wears thin and he agrees, “you can only go if you’re with me all times. i need to make sure you don’t do something dumb to worsen your symptoms.”

as opposed to the idea as he might’ve seemed law wasn’t that against it. he wanted to make the environment you’re in as comfortable as it could be. that was a difficult task to do on his own since hospitality wasn’t exactly his strength. he figured being with the crew could lift your spirits.

you found the party fun even though your symptoms held you back from doing a lot of things. you couldn’t dance or sing with the members. you had to stay seated on law’s lap as everyone enjoyed themselves. the agreement you two made let law run wild on layering you up. when you questioned why you had to wear 4 pairs of socks he simply stated that he was not taking any chances of the symptoms intensifying. nonetheless you were grateful he cared enough, and agreed to let you have fun during this frustrating time.

your coughing continued their violent attacks. law was next to you during every battle you had against your symptoms. eventually you decided to try to move away from him in fear of infecting him as well.

he immediately pulled you back to him and holds you tight, “what are you doing? we had an agreement y/n-ya. you said you’d be with me the whole time.”

guilt was written all over your face, “i know but..”

“but what? what’s wrong? is something bothering you my love?”

you exhaled, “i just don’t wan’t you to get sick..”

law had to push away a chuckle that threatened to escape him, “not everyone gets sick as easily as you do.”

“hey! that was so backhanded law!” you felt your cheeks redden as the man next to you lets out a murmured laugh.

you crossed your arms and face away from him pretending to be mad, “you’re so rude law. is this how you treat your sick girlfriend??”

you hadn’t noticed a hat being placed on your head. you looked back at law slightly confused just to see law’s ruffled hair without his hat on. you felt the soft plush cover your head, and the brim of the cap hovering over your eyes. the hat looked oversized on you, so law adjusted it to help you see better, “your ears were red. we forgot to cover them up with the rest of you.”

law examined you now fully covered from head to toe (quiet literally). he was proud to see you like this. proud that he was the reason why you were being cared for. he was glad to be the one there for you when you needed it the most. he wouldn’t know what he would do with himself if he couldn’t care for you. it was moments like these he was thankful he committed himself to the research of medicine, and could be the one to care for his loved ones when they need it most.

he pressed a gentle kiss to your still reddened cheek, “hopefully you’ll feel a lot better by tomorrow my sick rabbit”

you giggle at his sudden affection, “sick rabbit? whats that supposed to mean?”

“your nose is red like one. it’s from all that wiping with those tissues.”

you giggled again and rested your body against your boyfriend thankful for the fact that he’s always caring for you.

at that moment you hear the members decide they birthday cake is about to be cut. everyone gathers around ikakku as she cuts the cake with ease. plates of cake were soon being passed around to celebrate. bepo makes his way over to you and law sitting out the way. he held two plates of cake, “i got you guys cake! it’s ice cream cake. we got it from the last island.”

you reach your hand out to take it until law speaks out, “you can have them bepo. ice cream won’t be good for her.”

you were upset, but knew not to argue against law. he was already agreeing to let you do so much when you should be resting in bed. you didn’t want to push his boundaries. disappointment painted your face as the mink rejoins the others taking the rejected cakes along with him.

law senses the shift in your demeanor. he knew he had to stick with his decision, but he couldn’t help to feel bad for you, “i’m sorry y/n. it’s just not the time to have ice cream cakes.”

you hummed quietly, “i know law..”

your shoulders visibly slump as you watched the crew rave about how great the cake is.

the guilt really pulled at law’s heart strings. he didn’t want you to feel left out because of things you couldn’t control. in that moment a lightbulb idea pops into law’s mind, “i’ll be right back baby. wait here for me.”

you were confused as you watched the tattooed man make his away out the room. nonetheless your attention averted back to the crew celebrating and having fun. you continued to eye the cake for a while until law suddenly appears next to you. you figured it was the work of his devil fruit and didn’t question it.

he handed you a mug. you looked at the contents of it. the warmth of the contents emitted steam from the surface which carried a thick chocolate smell. law sits back down in his original position, and pulls you to his lap, “it’s hot cocoa. i know it’s not what you wanted like ice cream cake, but it is warm at least.”

you and law still have a lot to learn about each other. granted you both have only recently decided to put a label on. you knew you both liked each other, but being asked to be with his felt like it took an eternity. nonetheless you two were ecstatic to finally be official after beating around the bush for months.

before making it official, law only really knew one side to you. that was the side that was meant for friends. he believed he would now see a different side of you, especially since he was more than just a friend. to his surprise he never saw a change in your behavior. you remained the same as when you both were friends. he found it strange, but in the end he decided not to press you about it. you probably will once you’re more comfortable. right? plus, he wasn’t one to talk much either. in fact, he seemed more refined than you had been since getting together.

he found you amusing, particularly your ability to refuse anyone's nonsense. your boldness and confidence made you stand out in these endless seas. with your bounty arguably high he often times found you handling rival pirates and their attacks with ease. you made it difficult for law to focus on his own battles. as worried he could be he still trusted you to not do anything rash.

unforeseen circumstances would soon cause that to change. worried crew- members rushed around the submarine to find law. one they found him, their words tumbling over one another in a chaotic attempt to communicate.

law felt uneasy when the mention of your name arose, “everyone be quiet. only one of you needs to speak so i can actually hear something.”

the crew looked at each other quietly until penguin cleared his throat, “y/n was keeping these pirate hunters away a-and…”

law felt a sudden heaviness form in his chest, “and what..? what happened to her?”

penguin kept his eyes glued to the ground, “she’s with bepo.. she was b-bleeding a lot…”

without a second thought law swiftly created the hand signals to activate his room and shambles. he moved himself to the land the submarine was docked next to.

he took in his surrounding, and saw bepo’s white fur l sitting down with back facing law’s direction. he made his was over to the bear without a second thought. his breath hitched as he saw you on the ground in a bruised and slightly bloody mess. law couldn’t tell if the majority of the fluid was your blood or of the pirate hunters. he dropped to his knees next to the bear to check your pulse. a sigh of relief parted from him as he felt the slow but steady beat against his finger tips.

bepo held you tight while tears trickled down his face, “i told her to be c-careful! now shes gonna die!”

you opened your eyes slowly and let a frail laugh out, “c’mon now.. i’m not gonna die from some stupid pirate hunters?”

law couldn’t conceal the relief that flushed over him, “you’re okay y/n-ya… don’t ever do something so reckless. especially without informing me first”

you sat up slowly and fixed yourself, “i was fine until their stupid devil fruit user. i should’ve knocked him into the water while i still had the chance.” you wince in your attempt to sit up. you held your pained side instinctively.

law spotted your pain immediately since his eyes were focused in your every movement, “i need to treat you y/n.”

you shook your head. you didn’t want to be perceived as weak. it would damage the strong front you’ve built for yourself. law knew you wouldn’t give in so easily, but your strong facade was the least of his concerns. he wouldn’t risk leaving you untreated.

you stood up from your seated position next to bepo. you ignored the minks protests and concerns. law watched as you swayed, struggling to keep your balance, until you ultimately fell back to the ground.

you hadn’t noticed you were falling to the ground until law reached out to grab you. he stayed in his seating position. and helped you to lay back down while resting your head on his lap. every fragile breath you took amplified the tattooed man’s concerns.

he moved strands of hair from your face, and carefully wiped as much dirt off as he could. he knew the only way to get you to listen was to talk you into it. he held your eye contact and spoke clearly, “i know you don’t want to y/n-ya, but you need to hear me out. you need to let me make sure you’re okay because you did so great protecting the submarine”

you looked up through your lashes and spoke tiredly, “i did great..?”

law hums lowly, “you did it better than i could’ve ever asked for. thank you for giving it your all baby.” he took one of your hands in his in order to hold it. never once breaking eye contact.

law didn’t expect for his words to work so well. he continued to use them to his advantage, “you did so amazing so in return im gonna make sure you’re well.”

your once smile broke off quickly, “i don’t need a check-up law! i’m fine!” you sit back up slowly, and turn your back to face him.

law knew he had to use his words more efficiently, “i know you dont think you need one, but it would mean a lot to me if you let me help you y/n.”

he recognized your walls faltering slowly. he helped you to stand then used his devil fruit to move you both inside the submarine. he helped you into the examination table while making sure to send his supportive words your way.

uneasiness was still painted on your face as he talked you into doing his basic checkup routine. as he was in the process of cleaning and covering your cuts he spoke out to you, “i know this is the last thing you want to do be doing, but i just want you to know that you’re doing great. it’s gonna be over soon.”

a slight blush crept to your face, “you really think so?”

law looks up from his task and flashes a small smile, “i really do think so. im proud of you for doing something you would rather want to avoid. this is better than just being physically strong sweetheart.”

he started to put away his supplies, and continue to look over the tests he had done. law had left the conversation to quiet down so his focused attention on his work.

you watched the man in front of you do all that he could to make sure you were feeling better. you broke the quiet as you spoke in a hushed tone, “could you say that again..?”

law looked up from his papers with a confused expression. the recent conversation had already left his mind, “say what?”

you cleared your throat, “what you called me just now.”

law recalled the conversation to find your reference, “the only thing i called you was sweetheart?”

your eyes lit up when he repeated it, “yeah that!” your tone went back hushed, “can you call me that again..?”

the man put away the remainder of equipment as he smirked. he stood in front of your seated figure, and put both his palms in the table next to your hips, “why should i? do you like when i call you that sweetheart?”

you kept your head down to hide your reddened face, “kinda…”

law wasn’t quite satisfied with your answer. he tilted your chin up to look at him, “yes or no y/n. do you want me to keep calling you sweetheart? does that make you happy?”

you couldn’t disguise the affect law’s words had on you. he had never talked to you this way, and you never expected to like these reassuring expressions, yet here you were with a pleading look to be told more.

you nod slowly trying to piece together a proper response, “i guess it does make me happy. it makes me feel warm and comforted..”

law chuckled at your response, “well i’m proud of you for telling me that you like it. i’ll use my words more often if its what pleases you darling. tell me what else you want to be called.”

your smile was increasing in appearance, “i don’t really know. i just know that i like it when you call me that.”

law chuckles again at your honesty, “its okay if you don’t know right now. we can always test and see what you enjoy hearing sweetheart. you just have to make sure you tell me when you do. can you promise to me that you will baby?”

you nodded fast at his proposal, “i promise i will”