Princess Tears - A One Piece Fanfiction featuring Akagami no Shankusu

Alone with him

The sun shine sliced through the window and I noticed that we were not sailing. I wondered what time it could be, and I slowly got up, feeling my body tense from sleeping on such a hard, unmade bed for days now. I immediately remembered my bed in the palace. It was warm, soft and well-made. I wondered how they were, if they had reported my abduction to the government.

As if it was an answer to my unasked question, Shanks appeared at the door of his room, looking fresh and very, very manly. He said something about docking at a nearby island to find a pub, but I was too distracted with how he looked after he had taken a shower.

"Hey?"

"Yes?"

"Are you alright?" He asked softly. Finally, someone asked. I had never been asked about how I was doing for a long, long time. I felt like everyone looked at me as the strongest persona in Calm Realm, but really I was no more than a damsel in distress.

"I need new clothes and a warm bath," I said, not asking for it, just stating some facts.

"New clothes!" He tossed a gift box to me. "Get dressed quickly and we're going to see the island, while the government looks for you in the sea. Saw them sailing around before we reached this port. Poor them."

I bolted from the bed. "They are?! Give me to them!" I stood up and approached Shanks, and I repeatedly punched him on his chest until my fist hurt. "Let them take me home!" I demanded, throwing punches again at him.

He licked his upper lip quickly and stared at me, enough to make me stop what I was doing. "No."

I started panicking, knowing that someone was looking for me. I started shouting at him again. "Give me back to the government! If I were really someone's daughter, I would figure that out myself! Let me go back home and see my people! I want to be home!"

His stare didn't leave me. He edged closer to me, his cape dramatically flipping backwards away from him. The room felt small, with wooden walls closed rectangularly. 

The bed that was the only furniture was pushed in one corner, and I fell onto it as Shanks hovered over me. My soul could immediately leave my body, I thought, scared.

I just shouted at and repeatedly punched a notorious crew's captain.

I dropped on the hard bed, my arms and legs trembling. My nightgown from the day before looked undone as Shanks lowered himself onto me. I could see his chest under his half-buttoned shirt, I could smell his desire for me. He might have been controlling himself for days now, as I understood and put together the pieces of the puzzle: the way he looked at me, the way he held me as if I was some fragile glass when we were departing my realm, the way he instructed his crew to feed me on time and to provide what I needed in the room, the way he was looking down at me now. 

He was smoldering with a strong feeling to pin me down and just do whatever he wanted with me.

"The delivery instructions didn't say that I should not touch the goods," he murmured and I looked away. That confirmed my thoughts.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. I felt his hand warm against my stomach, making its way upwards. He used his knee to part my legs, and he lowered himself some more so that I could feel his weight on me. As I began to comprehend what was happening, I started crying under him, almost choking myself. 

He got back up abruptly, shock was all over his beautiful face.