Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me

THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT

Finally, after what felt like forever (one day), you saw the familiar sight of the Baratie creeping up on the horizon.

"Ooh, love the music," you said with a cheery grin. You could hear the music that was playing from the ship– even when your own hadn't been docked. "So upbeat."

"I have to make another call before I go in. You go on without me," Mihawk curtly said, as his boat neared the docks. Lights were neatly strung around the mouth of the fish-shaped restaurant, exposing the patrons to the night air.

"I'm going to get changed real quick, then."

"Very well. Are you hungry?"

"I'm fine right now." That didn't mean you wouldn't be eating. You'd rather have a drink right now. You expected to be staying the night, anyway. Mihawk would hopefully (this man would meet your demands no matter what) be up for staying overnight at the Baratie. "I'll be back in a second."

You disappeared into the lower deck of the ship and pulled a trunk out from underneath the bed. Since you had been the one to suggest going to the Baratie in the first place, you had to pack some nice clothing. Why wouldn't you want to do that? Dressing up was fun. Especially if the one who'd be seeing you the most would be Mihawk.

But the real question was this: Did you wear a shirt, or a dress?

Well, I've been wearing shirts for the majority of the trip. You lay out some clothes on the bed and look down at your options to see what would be best for tonight. Shirt or dress, shirt or dress, shirt or dress...

You pop back up on deck for a second. "Shirt or dress? I can't decide."

Mihawk is unbothered. "You'll look good in both."

"But they don't look good together."

Your husband sent you a look that told you what he said was not what he meant. His brow raised. "What are you more comfortable in?"

The only reason you were asking him was to get a read on what Mihawk would react most to. You liked playing this game with him and thought it was entertaining to you. After staring at Mihawk for a couple more seconds, you disappeared back into the room below the deck without another word.

Dress, then. You knew that he liked it when you wore his shirts. Even more so when you wore them to bed.

You returned after getting dressed. Mihawk tilted his head your way. You smiled and got closer to him before slinging your arms around his shoulder. You were in front of him and under his gentle gaze. Oh, how you loved to be picked apart by his beautiful eyes.

"You look wonderful."

Your chest pressed against his body. Yet there was no seductive intent. You wanted to be close. You wanted to be in his arms. So sweet you were, to crave and desire Mihawk's presence, as he did with you.

"I love you," you say with a soft sigh. "Mihawk..."

"My dear..." Mihawk brings his hand to your cheek. His thumb runs over your smooth skin, tracing small circles into it. "I love you, too." he breathes. More than anything in the world. You were his beloved. Mihawk adored you.

You stand on the balls of your feet to raise yourself up a little higher. High enough to kiss him. These aren't the kisses that you pepper all over his face whenever he has to leave. They're longer. You take your time with him. Mihawk is left with a piece of yourself every time your lips connect with his.

"I love you."

Another kiss.

"I love you."

Your arms encircle Mihawk's neck, pulling him closer to you.