One Piece: 7 Minutes In Heaven

Sandpaper

Requested by: Siniora-Chan
~Shy~
  (Y/n) pulls out a piece of... sandpaper? Who the fu-nevermind. She glares at the man across the room and walks inside the closet. She sighs to herself, the decision of coming to this party weighs heavy on her mind.
  "Who would've thought that I'd actually run into him here...?" she bites her lip to hold back her tears. All the regrets from the past soon flooded into her mind and she buries her head into her knees, "I thought that... once we graduated all of these things would go away. I thought that he'd leave... why's he even here?!"
  "Who, my dearest?" Crocodile walks in and closes the closet door behind him, "Are you referring to Buggy? Shanks? Doflamingo? Pell? Chaka?"
  She stands up and turns away from him towards the wall. I can't. I can't talk to him. No, I can't even look at him without crying. That jerk! He's always known of my feelings, toyed with them even! I thought, I'd finally gotten away. She hears him take a few strides closer to her and she closes her eyes, 'accidentally' breathing in his scent.
  "Or maybe... just even maybe," he grabs her chin and turns her face towards him, "You were speaking of me?"
  She feels the tears start to form in her eyes and she shakes her head, "No... I wasn't talking about you at all. I don't know what you're talking about."
  "Uh-huh... sure. That's what they all say," he rolls his eyes at her, "Then if you weren't talking about me, then you wouldn't mind if I kissed you."
  "How does that even relate?" she looks away from his face, "That's not how it works, Croco-"
  He doesn't care; he leans in and places his lips on hers. She feels herself being lost in the overwhelming sincerity. It was soft, he wasn't forcing himself on her. It was sweet, he was trying to tell her something. And it was the longest second of her life.
  "Listen, Crocodile, it's not th-," she starts only to be interrupted by his finger to her lips.
  "I know, I know it won't be that easy (Y/n), but I'm looking for another chance. I just want-no. I just need you to give it to me. I know I was the worst kind of person when we were in high school and all the way through college, but... but-" he looks away with a slight blush on his face, "But my feelings for you never... they were never false. I usually don't say this, but please, I'm sorry. Give me another chance to prove myself."
  She tried, and she really did, but when he's looking at her with those eyes, she just can't say no. She looks him in the eyes and nods, "Fine, I'll give you another chance. That's all you'll get though."
  He kisses her lips again, this time deeper. He'll never let her go again. This time he's here to stay, and to treat her right, "Trust me. That's all I'll need."

~Shy End~

Quick A/N: If you don't want to ruin the cuteness of that with something lewd, then I suggest you don't read the outgoing quite yet. Thank you.

~Outgoing~
  (Y/n) stuck her hand out and into the hat, worried but intrigued at who she might get. She feels a rough surface and pulls it out, she smirks and flips it around. She stands up and walks right up to Crocodile, she grabs his shirt and pulls him along with her.
  "I suggest you find a different closet to use from now on," she says before she closes the door, "Keep an eye on the time, Croco-chan."
  "You're the one who told them to find a different closet," he pushes her up against the wall and kisses her neck, "Why should I be the one to keep and eye on the clock?"
  She shakes her head, "I hate you."
  "That's why you grabbed me and willingly went into a closet with me, right?" he shoves his tongue into her mouth and his hand starts to travel lower.
  He unbuttons her pants and his fingers enter her. She moans softly and breaks away from the kiss to lightly bite his ear. He sighs and starts to make scissor motions, she bites her lip and looks at the ceiling.
  "Crocodile..." she digs her fingers into his shoulder, "I absolutely hate you right now... but I love you."
  "Sorry," he smirks as she starts to kiss and lick her sweet spot, "Not really."
  She shakes her head, and he starts to move his fingers faster. He then starts to curl his fingers. She starts to breathe faster and her toes start to curl on the inside of her shoes.
  "You're the worst boyfriend ever," she struggles to do something, anything. She can barely stand anymore.
  He pulls away and off of her, "Once again. Sorry, not sorry."
  "You're so horrible," she punches his shoulder and pouts, "When we get home, I expect compensation."
  "When we get home, you won't be able to keep from screaming my name, (Y/n)," he smirks and licks his lips, "but don't worry, I expect that I'll say yours a few times."
  She pulls him into another deep kiss, her tongue goes over his teeth, before she pulls away, "Oh no, I'll make you call my name."

~Outgoing End~

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