Little Bird [Trafalgar Law × Reader]

Twenty-one

Reader's POV

You sit up on his bed, scratching the birdnest of your head that even the most polite souls of the world wouldn't dare to call hair.

You blink a few times to clear your vision, just to spot Law's wide back by his table.

He looks at you over his shoulder when he notices that you're awake, and you feel a tug at your heartstring when a slight smile appears at the corner of his lips before he turns back.

"Good morning, Wreny."

"Good?" you ask back and see as he shrugs, busy with whatever he's doing.

"Morning."

"Morning," you smile and stretch your numb limbs. "Why didn't you wake me up, Law? Did you sleep at all?"

"Penguin came out at dawn so I brought you back here. You seemed to be cold," he answers and writes something on a paper, ignoring the last question.

"Worrying about me?" you laugh sweetly, and leave the bed to go to his side

As you hug him from the back and rub your face by his black hair, he lays his chin over your arm and smiles again.

These little gestures always feel like the center of your chest is glowing.

But you frown for a second when you recognize his long, warm sweater on you.

"I changed your clothes when I replaced your bandages," he answers before you could ask. "You heal fast."

"I always did," you say, running a hand under the cloth to touch your hurt ribs. They aren't that painful anymore, his medicine works like magic. Your eyes wander to your burnt leg and your smile disappears. "Will the scars ever disappear?"

"I don't think so," says Law quietly. -You said Akainu did it. It's a wonder that you still have your leg."

You take a deep breath and run your hand through the rough skin for the thousand's time since you wake up on this ship.

The pirate stops writing and grumbles something to himself before turning around to face you.

"What are you thinking about, Wreny?"

You look at him and pull down the soft sweater a bit more.

"I'm afraid have better legs than me if this continues," you smile at him.

"I always did," he smirks and leaves his desk to walk to your side. He takes place on the bed and caresses your thigh. "But you have nothing to be ashamed of. These are just scars."

You turn your head to steal a kiss and shiver as he smiles, so you push his chest to make him lay down.

The strong arms embrace you as you lie over him, his fingers crawl under your clothes while your hand strokes his warm neck.

"You're good," he murmurs to your ear. You let him move the sweater, and push you up so he can reach your chest.

His tongue finds the thin skin under your breasts, and you rest your chin over his head, running your fingers through his hair.

He keeps your waist firmly by his chest when you tense up as he plays. Law moves slowly as he explores you, only the motion of his upper body remains fast as he breathes.

You move back a little so you reach his neck and can taste his tanned skin too, enjoying his scent as it embraces you.

When you feel his hand moving down, you lean back and kiss him shortly before he would reach the side of your shorts.