Instinct Part 2 ( Trafalgar Law x Reader )

Pizza

Amanda helped you up as you rubbed your scuffed chin, groaning for multiple reasons.

"Whoops! You okay?" She asked with a giggle. "You must be tired."

Right.

"I'll come over tomorrow and we'll talk more about the double date! That'll be fun, right, Kid?" She looked back at the redhead who never seemed to stop grinning around you.

"I'm ecstatic." The way his tongue clicked to pronounce the word made it clear he knew how uncomfortable you were with it, and how uncomfortable Law would probably be with it.

You rolled your eyes.

Amanda chirped up again. "You should invite Law! I mean the way he looks at you, it's obvious he-"

"We'll be there," you assured tiredly with a weak smile, just wanting to get inside already.

It wouldn't be anybody else.

"Yay! We'll talk deets tomorrow!" She constricted you with a tight hug and followed the presumptuous Kid down the stairway. "If you need anything, call me!"

Smiling painfully and waving her off, you were finally left alone. How the hell were you supposed to break this to Law? If he even came back...

Entering your apartment, you kicked off your booties and slumped against the closed door with an exhausted sigh. The sound of running water coming from the bathroom filled the apartment, and you half-smiled to yourself. You'd never been more relieved to hear him in your shower until now. At least he's back.

Hoisting yourself up, you made your way to the bathroom door and knocked.

"I'm home," you called, in case he didn't hear you come in.

He answered instantly. "Come here."

"Ah!" You stumbled against the door. "Wh-what?"

"It's fine, come here."

Hesitating, you internally panicked. Stay calm. Stay calm. Seeing Law was going to flush away the day's stresses, but seeing Law naked...oh god. The rushing water on the other side of the door mirrored your rushing heart. Your hand trembled as you reached for the handle.

"I won't tell you again, (f/n)-ya.~"

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door, but with your eyes shut.

"Finally."

You opened your eyes. Oh thank god.

He was behind the shower curtain - at least until his head peeked over to see you. A warm, rare smile blessed his face, happy to see you, and you started to relax. Just the sight of his face, the way he looked at you, everything was fine.

"Come on, I won't bite," he ribbed while he stuck a tattooed arm out, moving two of his fingers to summon you over, "yet."

Rolling your eyes, you walked over to him, letting his large hand cup your face in his palm. Gently, he tilted your chin up and pressed his wet lips against yours. You weren't sure if it was just the roaring water, but you're sure he was purring.

"I've missed you," you uttered as you both pulled away.

"Missed you, too, (f/n)-ya." His eyes then lulled over your outfit, his wet hand gently smoothing over your cheek. "You look nice."

A blush reddened your cheeks, you could feel it. Has he ever said that before? "Thanks, you too!" ... facepalm... You still got flustered around him sometimes.