𝓒𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ~ 𝓪 𝓑𝓾𝓰𝓰𝔂 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷; 𝓪 𝓟𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

*Amby's POV*

"Oh my god! Buggy.......what did you do??"

At that, Buggy was immediately off the bed; radiating haughty indignation, "What did I do? Uh, you didn't exactly take any persuading, sweetheart. So don't try and pin this on me!"

".......take it off!"

"What?"

"The ring. Take it off!"

The command left your mouth without you even processing the words, not to mention how petulant and irrational you sounded, even to your own ears. But you couldn't help it. Your entire nervous system seemed to be vibrating with shock.

It was clearly a reflexive response to the sight of your thumb ring adorning Buggy's ring finger. The shock had certainly jolted your senses awake. You had initially thought you'd had the wildest dream. A dream of music and dancing, laughter and lustful flirtation, and....a wedding - of sorts. The hazy recollection of placing your very own thumb ring on his masculine finger, with his assistance, didn't seem real. It defied all rationality and logic.

A deep crease had formed between his painted brows now. Of course he wasn't happy. You'd made a huge mistake trying to tell him what to do. You could've predicted his response before he even reacted. The stubborn clown was going to refuse, just because it was in his nature to be contrary.

"You take yours off!" He fired back, churlishly.

"I....I asked first, please....take it off"

He quirked a bemused eyebrow, "You take yours off then I'll take mine off"

A noise rumbled up from your throat; part groan but also part growl. You were painfully aware of how childish the pair of you were being, but you were too churned up to care. And you felt queasy from all the alcohol you'd consumed.

"Ok!" You snapped as you slipped the hoop earring from your finger, and slid it into your skirt pocket.

You didn't need this right now. In truth, you didn't need this ever!

"Fine!" He barked, detaching his finger at the knuckle so he could easily remove the ring. He then mirrored your actions by placing it in the left pocket of his leather style pants.

Well. At least that was easier than you'd anticipated. But that was just the tip of the iceberg in this monumental mess.

Carefully you painstakingly took great care to keep the sheet clutched to your chest so not to expose your bra-clad chest - which the clown had seen twice now as he'd already so unhelpfully pointed out - you began to search frantically for your shirt.

But of course Buggy was way ahead of you, never missing an opportunity to show you up. His uninjured hand detached; flew across the room and retrieved it from the floor in a corner.

"Here" he tossed it at you without scarcely sparing a glance your way "d'you want me to close my eyes too while you put it on? I won't peek, cross my heart" he cackled, his voice dripping with condescension

"Cross your heart? Like I could trust you! How....how could you let this happen?"

"Woah! Hold on a second! Which bit, the wedding or us making out?"

You felt the heat of your embarrassment crawl up your neck and bloom across your face. But the heat wasn't purely because of the morning-after shame. No. The heat seemed to generate from the unwanted flashback of your body fused to the pirate clown's, his hands exploring you unashamedly as he kissed down your throat. And you.....you had moaned and pushed yourself against him harder; panting and desperate to feel closer still. The memory made your entire body shiver in a way that unnerved you, and you crossed your legs; squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to stop the sudden pulsing low down in your belly.