Gone: A Portgas D Ace Love Tale

Chapter 9 (R18)

I've packed all of little things I have, bid goodbye to all of the people I knew. Except Whitebeard. Words travel on this ship and I am sure he knew. Maybe he was waiting for Ace to come back, before meeting with both of us. 

Honestly, I don't know what to say if he asks me now. Everyone has been so kind to me. Well, for a few exceptions, there's Ace's exes around the ship who always glares at me but you can't expect everyone to like you.

I lay on my bed, thinking, as I was lulled by the sound of waves crashing on the side of Moby Dick. It was already past midnight and I figured that Ace will take more time before he come back.

My eyes started to get heavier and I rolled to my side, pulling a heavy blanket over me. The slow swaying of the ship calmed me down like a baby.

Suddenly there's a slow tap on the door and I lifted my head.

"Who is it?" I called out

"It's me" He answered and I rushed to the door, unlocking it.

There he was, in all of his glory, hat and satchel and he got a little more tanned.

He opened his arms and I rushed to wrap my hand around his torso.

"Wow. Missing me that much?" He whispered and I nodded, resting my head on his broad chest.

"Too much." I whispered

I pulled him into the room and locked the door behind him, and both of us were lost in each other's embrace, soft kisses and whispers.

"I need to shower first." He pulled apart and I gasped for a breather, his arms around my waist.

"What for?" I asked, feeling my heart racing

"For whatever we are doing after this." He replied spontaneously, as he lead me to bed and he walked towards the bedroom.

I looked at him, in disbelief.

"Aren't you tired?"

"No, I yearn for you." He took of his satchel and hat, together with his red bead necklace and hang it on the wall. With a little kick, he took off his boots

"Aaaaaaa.... ummmmmm...." I was lost at words, I knew that my face was beet red.

He looked once at me and he took off his belt, trousers and boxers.

For the first time, I saw his full display and I stuttered, sweat formed on my forehead.

"Th-then go on and sh-shower"
I looked away from his naked body, and I heard a little laugh before he closed the bathroom door behind him.

fuck! What is happening I thought to myself. Is it really happening? Tonight???

I rushed to the mirror and looked at myself. Half asleep face, knee length pajamas and hair like a bird is nesting.

I ran a comb through my hair, listening that the shower still runs, I rummaged through my wardrobe searching for a better garment.

I didn't find a good night dress and made a mental note to buy one later, and decided to just wear my bra and knickers. I put on a perfume I got many months ago and combed my hair.

I looked once at the mirror and cussed. What the hell.

I turned off the main light and only a dim night light on the corner of the room was on. I got into the bed and pulled the cover over me.

I heard the shower stopped and my heart was thumping like crazy.

What are we doing? Are we doing it? Is it the time for it?