One Piece x Reader

Honeymoon (Ichiji)

Oh my god it 4 in the morning, the title is another Lana Del Rey song..

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Her pale white dress had been tossed to the floor without a second thought while his suit was scattered all throughout the bedroom. Only sounds of heavy breathing and light moans bounced off the walls.

She was trapped under him, tangled in soft satin sheets, as he peppered needy kisses along her neck. Her blood red lips were parted ever so slightly as she blew out content sighs and ran her fingers through his flamboyant red hair. With every kiss she found her skin burning, aching for more.

That's what she remembered. Countless nights filled with heated passion that seemed to never die.

Or at least that's what she thought.

Now she sat stoically on those same sheets, wondering where it had all gone wrong. She couldn't take anymore of it. A year was long enough, she was done.

The door clicked open and she watched with wide eyes as he stepped inside. His dark shades hid away any real emotion from her as he came towards her with a half grin.

"What are you doing? The meeting starts in an hour and your still in your nightgown?" It was a small taunt, but to her it stung.

"Sorry," she croaked out as she rose from her seat on the soft mattress, "I was just thinking for a little bit..." Without looking back at him, she quickly began tugging off her nightgown and went to pulling on a white blouse from the closet.

She went to sit back down on the bed as she buttoned her shirt up, but stopped mid stride seeing that he had his bare back to her as he slid his shirt off. It pained her heart.

She missed touching him, running her fingers along his perfect skin. Tracing the markings of the tattoo that covered his bicep had been her favorite pastime, but now she rarely saw it.

In that moment her feet acted on their own, carrying her closer and closer to him until she was only inches away. Slowly her arms wrapped around his torso while she gently rested her cheek on his shoulder blade.

"Ichiji..." she whispered lowly while running her hands over his toned chest. "I want you."

He didn't flinch, and she felt her heart beginning to sink like lead.

Her voice cracked hideously, "Please, say you want me too."

It was silent for too long.

"Please..."

Her hands had froze in place and began to shake with frustration. Fat tears welled up in her eyes, blinding her while she did her best to keep her breathing under control.

She knew what was coming, but she would never be able to prepare for it.

"Do we have to do this right now?" He asked with an icy edge to his words.

That was it.

She immediately pulled away from him and held a shaking hand to her mouth as she tried to hold back a sob. Her feet stumbled pathetically when she turned to go to the bathroom.

"I'm not going to the meeting, just go by yourself." She mumbled weakly from behind her fingers.

The bathroom door slammed and echoed throughout the room. He didn't try to stop her. Again he didn't even move.

Her back pressed against the cool wooden door as she slowly sank to the frigid tile floor. Her hands held her head tightly as she choked out barely audible cries. Nothing but pain ripped through her chest from her ragged and inconsistent breathing.

She yearned for their honeymoon again.