The Bastards [Shanks]✓

Of the heart

They had relocated to her bed, seeing as it had been her first time and she didn't fancy laying around in bloody sheets. Now her eyes open to see a snoring redhead with his face resting against her chest and his arm draped over her. Smiling to herself she runs her fingers through his hair that she had tugged on pretty harshly the night before. The redheaded idiot.. her redheaded idiot lets out a groan, slowly opening his eyes as he stares at her, seemingly in awe. "What?" He pushes himself up and quickly leans in to kiss her, making her chuckle as she kisses him back. Gear pulls him closer as he moves himself between her thighs once again, his arm holding onto her tightly.
They share a smile, parting a bit. "Still thinking about the rookie?" "Yes." Her answer earns her a pout immediately and she giggles happily, kissing him. "They are my friends. Even if I won't start dating Killer." Shanks sighs. "Those rookies are bad news, you know that, right?" "Who in my life honestly is?", she answers, shrugging. "My father is the most wanted man in the world, my grandfather is the most famous marine there is, my youngest brother is an uprising name amongst the pirates. My second brother is a Revolutionary whom I trained myself and the third one is the second division commander of Whitebeard. You are a bloody Yonko and I am the most infamous mechanic in the world, according to the government. I don't think they really hurt my reputation there." The redhead sighs again, shaking his head. "You weren't talking back like this last night." Gear flushes and turns away while he snickers, leaning down and biting her skin a bit, making her gasp and groan at the same time. "Shanks.." He grins as he kisses the spot he had just bitten her at. "Hm?" "I'm already sore enough.." "Somehow I doubt that." "Cheeky bastard..", she mumbles, then pulls him up, connecting their lips. "There we go. And I only had to provoke you a little bit..", he mumbles, soon filling the silence in board with small grunts and moans from both of them.

Showering together felt almost like a natural thing to do. With the light basking them in warm hues and the water being cool to the touch it was the perfect way of getting up, next to getting some food together from the kitchen after getting dressed. She has thrown on some loose pants and a shirt she ties around her waist while he just puts on his clothes from the day before. Not like he'd have a choice anyways.

Meanwhile he just watches her as she does her thing, moving through this space completely familiar to her, interacting with the admittedly jarringly terrifying looking creatures she had build, tossing them pieces of meat that they catch like dogs.
Placing food in front of him she slides into her seat as well. "How are you not hungover?", she asks him, staring as he shoves some of the bacon into his mouth. Giving her a grin, Shanks shrugs. "Training." He earns himself a smack over the head for that one. "Idiot. You'll die of liver failure before someone can come and actually defeat you." "Are you worried about me?" Moving closer quickly he hovers over her kissing her for a moment. "Of course I am. I always was.", she answers tilting up her chin to look into his dark eyes. He smiles a bit. "Point taken." Sitting back down he begins to devour everything left on his plate and Gear does the same, quickly doing the dishes with him, as he is not very helpful without two hands, simply standing close and watching. "I want to rebraid my hair today. The tangling gets on my nerves.", she says, making him whine. "But I like grabbing onto it and running my fingers through the strands. "But it's so unpractical." Shanks pouts at her and with a loud sigh she gives up. "You should be thankful that I love you."
Her words make the man grin widely. "I am! I swear." Grabbing him she pulls him down to her, smashing her lips against his. "You let me wait for this for far too long...", she mumbles, running her fingers through his hair as she takes in her view. He chuckles. "How can I apologize?" "You can't. But you can make it up to me.. over time. Maybe beginning with actually surviving long enough to do so. Please stop drinking day and night, Shanks. You can drink. I won't stop you completely but I really worry about you sometimes." Burying his face in the crook of her neck the redhead smiles. "It's a deal.." "We should probably get down to the others. Come on."
Gear pecks his cheek, grabs her mobile telesnail and soon they are down on the beach once more, where most men are still laying around completely trashed. "There you two are. It's almost noon." "Yeah. But it still counts as morning." Benn chuckles, shrugging. "I guess you are right." They join them, dropping down into the sand. "Bring me your damn prosthetic, Shanks. I've got to check if it still works.. seeing as you don't use it." The Redhead grumbles. "I do sometimes use it..", he mumbles. "Once every four years doesn't count." Gear playfully smacks the back of his head. "Oi! Domestic abuse!" "And who are you going to tell? The marines?" "Benn! My wife is abusing me." "Wife?", both Gear and Benn chorus, raising their eyebrows at him. "I can't remember marrying you, idiot." Standing over her Shanks leans down to her face. "Then too bad." She chuckles. "Tease." Punching his stomach she makes him truly double over, pecking his lips for a moment before giving him a cocky smirk. "The prosthetic, Shanks." Grumbling the he stomps away, leaving Benn to whistle. "What happened there?" "The idiot was jealous enough to admit he likes me as well.", Gear shrugs, smiling. "Wait.. as well?" "I've been trying to tell him for more than ten years and the idiot always gave me his 'not now.. I'm such an old man' speech before running off." Benn sighs. "Sounds like him. "It really does, doesn't it?" Gear shakes her head. "He might as well thank Killer for making him grow a pair." "I'd kill him before that happens." "Oh shush. You won't even come close to touching one of them again." "And who will stop me?" "I will." Gear takes the prosthetic arm, opening the small bag of tools on her waist that doubles as her belt, checking the whole arm, every movement, every mechanism, in the end only oiling a few parts before gently placing it on the stump where her 'husbands' arm had once been. The mechanisms connect to his nerves and Shanks moves the artificial limb, brushing over her cheek. Smiling she leans slightly into the touch. "You really should use it more often. I built it so that you get some actual use out of it.", she scolds him. "I really don't need it. And I don't want it to get damaged..." "I know.. but this thing will probably outlast you, Shanks. And even if it does get damaged somehow.. I'll make you a new, even better one." He sighs. "I'll try." "Good enough for me."