Crazy In Love | Buggy

s i x t y - s e v e n

We waited with bated-breaths, not knowing when the poison would take effect. Dilly stayed upstairs with the rest of the crew, so we had no means of knowing. We stayed behind the empty crates, sat together.

My head was resting on Buggy's shoulder, his arm wrapped around me, holding me close by his side. He was warm, and it was making me sleepy.

"Thank you for letting me be here," I whispered.

It felt pointless to whisper. Upstairs was a riot. We could hear feet pounding down on the wooden flooring as people danced and celebrated. It wouldn't be long, I told myself, until they were all dead. They wouldn't hear us. It was too loud, yet we still kept our volumes low.

"Of course. You deserve to be here. They hurt you more than they hurt me."

I thought back on those couple of days that the clowns had held me hostage. Those days were some of the worst of my entire life. The humiliation that I endured would stay with me. But it didn't matter now. I was about to get my revenge. Then, it would be just me and Buggy.

That made me curious. What would we do now? I assumed we'd sail to find the treasure like we had done before. This time, it would be just us two. Or would he want to gather a new crew? That worried me. They could betray him, just as the old had done.

If I was honest, my dream was for us to just forget about the treasure. Me and Buggy could just sail from town to town, enjoying new cultures, foods, and most importantly, each other.

I looked up at him. He was wearing some of his usual face make-up, however, it had smudged from all the sweating he had done. He also had some of Bozo's blood still on his clothing.

He looked down at me, his eyes soft with emotion. "I'm never going to let anyone ever hurt you again."

"I know you won't," I told him, lifting myself to connect our lips together in a small kiss.

His big hands cupped my face, holding me soft. Our short kiss became a longer one. I had dreamed of this moment for so long. It almost didn't feel real. His lips moved against mine, until he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I followed his lead.

Before I knew it, he had lifted me up onto his lap, so that I was straddling him. Immediately, I felt him harder underneath me. I wished desperately that we weren't where we were: in this dingy, disgusting basement, surrounded by enemy clowns.

I wanted nothing more than to finally have Buggy. I could tell, by how passionately he was kissing me, that he wanted nothing more than having me too.

We settled for kissing, and touching. It was as much as we could do quietly. His hands were up under my shirt, grabbing my chest. My hands played with his mess of blue hair, tangling the stands between my fingers and keeping a tight hold of him.

We kissed for another minute or so, before I pulled back.

"This is probably not the time for this," I said, laughing.

Buggy laughed too. "I know. I've just been so desperate to touch you... I've missed your touch."

Knowing he had missed me just as much as I had missed him felt good.

"I've missed your touch, too. We sort of got interrupted when... you know."

He ran his fingers gently across my cheeks. "You're turning red. You mean, when we were going to have sex?"

Dilly and the crew really did have bad timing for that. The images of Buggy on top of me, ready to have sex with me were enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand of their ends. How badly I wanted to be back in bed with him, how badly I wanted him...