Devilish

Red Princess

Leila sat on top of a bathroom counter, stripped of her dress and settled in front of Law. He had taken her with him to buy some supplies for her cut and they were settled in an empty bathroom. He had told her to remove her top as the blood had trickled down and onto her chest. But she wasn't sure it was entirely necessary. Leila studied the surgeon of death's face as he was concentrating on her neck, cleaning it up with cotton pads and doctor stuff. She didn't know what he was doing, but it stung so she was occupying herself with his handsome features. His golden eyes were a similar shade to hers; they weren't very common so she was intent on taking them in. His dark hair looked adorable to her underneath his hat, she liked his hat but she liked it more when he wasn't wearing it. He looked like he had his guard down when he wasn't, he looked relaxed and she thought it made him look 10x more handsome.

"If you look at me any harder I think I'll have a hole in my face" Law mumbled, still concentrating on her injury.

"Sorry" Leila said, adverting her gaze as Law pressed a disinfectant to the cut, making her flinch. "Ow...can't you warn me?"

"If I warned you you'd make a fuss. Just let me do my job"

Leila pouted as he scolded her, feeling boredom creep up on her as he took his time attending to her. "Doctor I think you're overdoing it. It's just a small cut - I won't die"

Law sighed as she tried to argue with him, he could tell she was feeling agitated, her legs were swinging like a child and the look of boredom on her was plain to see. Honestly, Law was overdoing it. It was just a cut, he just had to disinfect it and put a plaster on it but he was enjoying the moment. He jokingly told her to remove her dress, 'it would make it easier to work on the cut' he said, but he could easily do it with it on. He thought she would just scoff and tell him off but she took him seriously and removed it without complaints. She was left sitting in her dark lacy bra and panties in front of him, her nipples slightly visible through the fabric. He couldn't tell her he was just joking after that....

Law picked up a wet rag, wiping the dried blood away from her neck and put a fresh bandage onto her cut. Drops of cold water travelled down Leila's chest and made her shiver uncomfortably as Law gently continued to wipe her collarbone. He noticed that the love bite on her neck had faded and he had the urge to mark it once more.

"Are we done now?" Leila asked happily as she saw her neck covered by a plaster. Law nodded as he swallowed his urges and passed her a towel to dry herself with. Leila took it as she patted her chest dry as Law settled opposite her, looking at the big scar on her chest. He didn't want to ask her, but the doctor inside him was curious.

"Your scar, when did it happen?" Law asked her

"Ah..." Leila looked down at the large scar that covered her sternum down to her breasts diagonally. "When I was 10. That's why it's so big, it happened when I was young".

Law thought silently, he didn't want to ask her what happened but he was intrigued as to why she hadn't been properly treated when she was so young. Leila studied his face, she didn't talk about it with many people, it brought up dark memories for her but Law was easy to talk to. Maybe it was the doctor in him that made it seem like she could talk.

Leila stood up and lowered her panties slightly to show him her hip, a medium sized scar was on display to him that looked grizzly and open despite being healed over. It looked as if it had sustained repeated injury. "This one got reopened when I was 10 also, it's my least favorite" She smiled darkly to herself. "I don't suppose there's anything you can do to make it look less ugly?"

"It's not ugly" Law said truthfully, sternness in his voice. Not one part of her was ugly. Not one.

Leila studied his eyes, after seeing he fully believed his own statement she sighed and shook her head. "You are an odd one Doctor Trafalgar..."