Devilish

The Ball (Pt 2)

Law continued to hold her body close against his territorially, making subtle glances at the men's eyes that had found their way to his woman's body.

"L-law" Leila stammered her hand on his torso to push him back subtly. "You're holding me a bit too tight"

"Oh" Law noticed, releasing his grip on her slightly. "Sorry"

"You're so tense, are you okay?" She asked him, concern evident in her golden eyes.

"I would be once you stop looking so goddamn good" He said darkly, making her eyes widen before she smirked. He let his eyes hungrily take in her body. He preferred it more when she was pressed up against him, but alas, they were at a formal ball.

"It's funny to see you dressed up" Leila laughed, letting her fingers graze against his mask. "I like seeing your face too, so the mask is kind of irritating"

Law caught her fingers in his hand, kissing them lightly. "I can take it off if you want"

"N-no, you're not meant to" She blushed, looking away from him. The music in the background had begun a classical tune and varying couples had started to dance. Leila looked on in awe, her eyes dazzling and looking like a young child.

"Do you want to dance that much?" Law raised an eyebrow at her. She looked up at him, her eyes still wide and earnest. Law tried to fight back a laugh; she really did look like a kid with that expression. Leila swallowed a lump in her throat but nodded. Law sighed and let his hand rub over his forehead.

"I don't know how to dance though" He confessed, not wanting to dance at all. But with such an earnest and beautiful young woman attached to his arm, he would find himself doing anything for her.

"You don't have to Law, I don't need to dance" She smiled at him, trying to hide her obvious disappointment. Law's hand grazed her cheek, rubbing her with care.

"You forget – you can't lie very well"

"Ah..." She thought, turning her gaze away from his watchful gaze. "I can teach you?" She offered hopefully.

Law pressed his lips together. He wanted so badly to kiss her – he felt it burn in him like a need. Her lips were a pink-ish nude, her lipstick an attempt to be plain as every other feature she had stood out so vibrantly. Despite this, Law couldn't tear his eyes away from her lips.

"Law?" She looked up at him, slightly on edge. He snapped out of his trance and met her golden eyes that shimmered. "Do you want me to teach you...?"

"Yeah, teach me" He concluded, nodding slowly. Leila fought back a grin and bit down on her lip, grabbing a hold of his hand and pulled him to the middle of the hall. The classical music travelled through the hall, a gentle yet upbeat melody perfect for dancing at a quick pace but close to your loved ones. Law stood stiff on the floor, with Leila's hands gripping his.

"Stand like this" She repositioned his stance so that they were close, her hand in his. She put his other hand on the small of her waist and he rubbed her hip with his thumb, pressing into her slightly harder than he should have as he travelled downwards. Leila gave him a disapproving yet jokey look and moved his hand back up to her waist.

"You've got to keep your hand here!" She told him off quietly. Law smirked and let her guide him, her arm pulling the majority of their movements as they danced across the dance floor. Law quickly caught on, twirling her around the room in swift movements. Leila couldn't help but laugh, her smile spreading across her face almost immediately. Law's heart clenched at the sight, her smile made everything better. She brightened up the whole room.