Crazy In Love | Buggy

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When I got back to the bedroom, Buggy was fast asleep, wrapped tightly up in a cocoon of blankets.

I closed the door as softly as I could, then placed down the hot bowl of soup and bread on the dresser by the door.

Should I wake him? I wondered. I didn't want the soup to get cold, but he so rarely slept properly nowadays that It felt cruel to waken him. Especially when he looked so peaceful.

I made my way over to the bed, taking a good look at his face. He had no make-up on, so I could really see his face. He was handsome, very handsome. It was undeniable. I had noticed it, even with the makeup, even when he had held my town hostage that first day.

Back then, I could never imagine what our relationship would become. I never could have imagined how truly soft and caring he could be.

Looking at him now, while he was asleep, he looked like the softest man alive.

I wanted to touch him: to smooth out his messy blue hair, or to run my hand down his cheek gently. But I resisted.

Instead, I blew out all of the candles, then crawled into bed beside him. It didn't take long before I was fast asleep beside him.

When I awoke the next day, the sun was shining through the window in the bedroom. It lit up the room. I stretched my body out, then instinctively looked to the side for Buggy.

He wasn't there. There was this spike of panic that immediately bubbled up inside of me, but I had to remind myself that he was a captain. He was probably just out dealing with some important business.

I prayed that that would be the case. Recently, he had really been neglecting his captain duties. It was obviously annoying the clowns, yet no matter how much I pushed him to spend more time with them, he seemed adamant not to do so.

It was flattering that he wanted to spend so much time with me. But I did worry about the consequences.

The thing I kept reminding myself of was that Buggy had devil fruit powers - it didn't matter if his crew hated him, he was almost un-killable. Even with his weakened state.

At that moment, Buggy came bursting through the bedroom door. When he saw I was awake, he gave me a gigantic grin.

His face was painted again. I could tell the paint was very fresh. He hadn't been up long. I also saw that he was carrying two bowls of soup in his hands.

That meant he most likely hadn't talked to his crew. Worry swelled inside of me but quickly melted when Buggy spoke. His voice just calmed me.

"Good morning, Boop," He said, sauntering over to me. He bended to meet my level, pressed his lips against mine quickly, and then handed me a bowl of soup. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving," I admitted, quickly kissing him again.

He sat down beside me, dunking some bread into his soup. "You were right. Your soup is worth it. All the clowns are raving about how good it is."

"Really?"

That gave me some hope. They just might start liking me.

"There's almost none left. That's why I grabbed us two bowls."

"I guess I'll just have to make some more," I told him, grinning to myself.

We ate and talked, about nothing mostly. We were becoming so comfortable around one another - it felt fantastic that we could just eat breakfast and hang out like this.

After we were done our bowls of soup, Buggy was immediately on top of me. His lips pressed firmly against mine.

Giggling, I said, "You're impatient."