Devilish

Caught In The Act

Leila sat on top of Law's table as he rubbed a new concoction of ointments onto her scars as usual. His tentative fingers grazed over her skin as he put the cap back onto the tub.

"Have you been using the rosehip I gave you?" Law asked, observing her scars with a disappointment hidden behind his eyes.

"Yes...it doesn't seem to be having much effect though" Leila smiled sadly, pulling her top back on. She had been applying the oil twice daily just like he told her to but she couldn't see any difference in her scars, by the look of Law's face, he couldn't either. "Thank you for trying though"

"We'll find something that works, don't worry"

"Law, I appreciate it but why are you trying to heal my scars so seriously?" She asked him quietly, taking his efforts a bit personally. 'Does he think they're unsightly too?'

"You asked me to...you don't remember?" Law asked her, eyes slightly wide in surprise.

"O-oh. I forgot about that- I suppose I did..." Leila blushed slightly as she averted her eyes. 'It was just a passing comment; I didn't actually expect him to consider it seriously...' She thought to herself, recalling the first time he had treated her wounds.

"Hey, Leila-ya" Law could sense her embarrassment and he stepped towards her, resting his hands on either side of her body. "I was only looking into it because of what you said. If it was down to me, I wouldn't change your scars"

Leila felt her cheeks redden more as she looked up at Law slightly surprised at his honesty. "I don't know what you mean..."

Law hooked a finger underneath her shirt before looking into her eyes for some indication of consent; Leila looked at him hesitantly before nodding. He lifted her shirt up and rested it above her breasts so that it wouldn't fall down and he gently grazed his fingers against the large scar across her chest. His fingers traveled down her body, lightly touching each one of her scars as he stared at her intensely. Leila's breath hitched as she felt a lump form in her throat and she pulled her top slightly down. "L-law...it's embarrassing. Stop looking so much"

"But I've seen you countless times, even without your bra" Law smirked at her, closing in on her even more so that his nose was almost touching hers. He was becoming entrapped by her golden eyes that were looking up at him with a hint of need. The two wouldn't say it, but they were both starved of human affection due to being out at sea for so long. He caught her hand that was pulling down her top by the wrist and moved it back to the table softly to prevent her from pulling it down.

"They're ugly..." She murmured, feeling humiliated that she was even being this insecure in front of him. But deep down, she did want him to prove her wrong.

"Leila-ya" He looked into her eyes intensely before leaning down and pressing his lips against the scar on her chest, making her twitch in surprise. Law smiled at the cute reaction and placed a hand against the small of her back pulling her closer to him, his lips exploring every inch of her scars as he scattered her body with light feathery kisses.

"L-law" Leila said his name softly, almost a moan as she rested her body weight onto her hands, leaning back to give him more access to her body. Law continued working his way down her body, kissing each scar and mark on her skin as he went. Leila's face was flushed a light red as she watched the handsome surgeon of death worship her skin.

Law gripped her waist with his other hand and moved his face back up to hers. "Do you believe me now? They're not ugly "

Leila was speechless as she felt her body react to his careful yet purposeful touch, her breathing slightly irregular as she felt her heart thumping in her ears. The two had already spent a night together and yet he could still make her feel like this. She tightened her thighs together as she felt a slick feeling between her legs and she took a deep breath as she felt her mind become clouded with lust. 'Get it together girl...'