You fascinate him, but he hates to admit it. From the moment he snatched you from the clutches of the Celestials in Sabaody Archipelago, you have been anchored in his mind. As time goes by, he also understands more and more what is developing and he...
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Bit by bit, your eyes crack open and the sunlight blinds you to your discomfort. Gently rubbing your still covered with dust of sleep lids, you let out a long breathy yawn, stretching contently. Warmth engulfs you as you sit up, feeling drowsy and relaxed. Safe to say, after such a day of emotional roller coasters, it's no surprise that you struggle to shake off the somnolence.
You look to your side, and all ruffled up next to you lies your Captain, snoring softly, completely nackered. Are you the one who actually woke up early this time? Or is he the one who oversleeps his usual schedule? It doesn't matter, right now you can't help but stare at his tranquil state. His eyebrows, that are usually knitted almost constantly, are loosened and his facial expression tremendously mellow overall.
Handsome, is the word that crosses your mind, as you reach out to glide through his raven hair. To the touch, Law's tired eyes flutter open and soften as you enter the frame. Both of you remained in your birthday suits through the night, hence as you shuffle closer to him, he notices your upper half still being bare, smirking to the picture before him. Yes, deep within him slumbers a 'normal' man, enjoying such a simple thing.
He lets his gaze hover over you and submits to his inner male instincts, thinking: "Oh yeah. That happend." To your notice, you sit on top of him, all deftly done under the sheets, and press yourself onto his chest. "Good morning.", you coo and give your groggy doctor a peck on the nose, for he only hums deeply in a mixture of 'I'm not awake yet' and 'Don't stop'.
Taking a handful of your plush behind, he pulls you in closer to reach your lucious lips, enveloping you in his tenderness. Subsequently he yawns: "You don't have coffee in the house by any chance, do you?" - "Hm, let me see." About to heave out of bed, two strong arms keep you in place, not letting you go so easily.
That is full on intention right there, his mischevious sneer evident to you, knowing too well, that he's teasing you at heart's content. Drooping your head in half-hearted defeat, you state musedly: "Either it's me, or the coffee." - "What if I'd like both?" You love how playfully clingy he is. It's a side you've never seen on him before.
Besides snappy comments and harsh sarcastic insults, he was hiding that spark of joie de vivre somewhere within. All that cool and dark facade has mislead you all along, though nobody doubts his grim and broody demeanor. That's just Trafalgar Law to you.
Coming back to his question, you prop yourself up on your arms, caging the man in the middle beneath you. "There's no in between. So, me or coffee?" - "Then the answer is easy, coffee.", how rude. First, wanting to have both and now shoving you out of the way for a cup of mud water? Preposterous.
Acting as if you're heart broken, you hold your aching chest, crying overdramatically: "And I thought we had something special. Sob!" In a snort, he scoffs at you in a subtle head shake. This woman. Is there anymore help left for her? The Captain just can't figure you and your silliness out.
