𝓒𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ~ 𝓪 𝓑𝓾𝓰𝓰𝔂 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷; 𝓜𝓮𝓼𝓼𝔂

**A/N**

Hey guys! Hope you're all enjoying the holiday season. I'm so sorry it's taken a while to get this out, I really appreciate your patience. For those of you who've been waiting for some 🌶️🌶️  then I'm hoping you enjoy the bit of spice in this update. It's just a warm-up for what's to come in the next chapter! 😜

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*Buggy's POV*

Buggy woke feeling all kinds of off. The incessant pounding in his head was one of the main symptoms, along with a slight churning in his guts. But the other - far more noticeable - sensations, was the heaviness on his chest, as well as a surplus of inches; all of which were straining against his leather style pants.

Ok, that in itself wasn't particularly alarming. He was a red blooded man after all, and waking with that certain part of his anatomy engorged was a natural, common occurrence.

But as he peeled a sleepy eyelid open it had soon become pretty damn obvious that it was due to the semi-naked warm body of Amby, plastered against his own, that was the cause.

.........well that explained his chest feeling physically heavier also.

And just like that, he was suddenly very wide awake. All traces of sleepiness having been chased away by the startling position he found himself in. He needed his mind to clear, to regain his wits in order to figure out what in the name of fucking Neptune was happening here.

Or rather....what had happened.

And the fact it felt like a couple of ball bearings had been deposited and were now rattling around in his skull wasn't exactly helping matters; it was distracting and slowing him down.

Detaching his good hand, he scrunched his eyes shut and pinched the bridge - the only "normal" part - of his large red nose.

Shit.

As each blurred memory from the night before returned, piece by piece like some kind of surreal jigsaw puzzle, the throbbing in his head only increased as he reluctantly slotted the pieces into place.

Damn him. Damn his stupidity. To be fair, it took an awful lot for him to admit he was guilty of having behaved stupidly. Flashy fool was one of his chosen moniker's, but behaving stupidly wasn't something he made a habit of. But last night.....he had been so close. So close to having diverted from the danger of doing something that was undoubtedly dumb.

But no.

After having successfully avoided a potentially hazardous situation, he'd gone right ahead and done something monumentally dumb anyway. So dumb in fact, he wanted to detach a leg so he could literally kick his own ass!

"I think I'd rather focus on you kissing me tonight" she had proclaimed boldly, whilst slinking her arms around his neck.

And holy shit, it had taken enormous effort of restraint on his part to think clearly through the fog of lust that had clouded his brain and to deny his all-too-willing body the absolute pleasure it would've been to simply just.....give in.

He'd even found himself reflexively leaning-in closer, his painted lips mere millimeters from hers, and yet he'd managed to regain some semblance of control. Because as much as he'd longed to devour her lips with his own, the blinding realization had clubbed him over the head; dousing his fevered ardor as effectively as an ice cold bucket of water.

She was drunk.

Now, Buggy was a lot of things, a gambler, trickster, brawler and downright villain. But he drew the line at taking advantage of drunken women. He himself at that point had still been sober enough to come to the conclusion she was only hitting on him because she was wasted. If not completely, she was well on the way to being.