Disclaimer: Do I have to do this every time? Nope. I don't own One Piece.
So, life's been busy and I'm kinda stuck with Plunge. I know where I want to go with it, but I'm not really feeling motivated. I promise that I will continue it though!
So, for now, I'm just going to do some one-shots. I hope you enjoy them!
Her shorts were short, just as they always were, and they were distracting, just as they never were, and for some reason, he just couldn't seem to look away.
When she'd walk past, the waves of confidence slapping him in the face, she'd move in a certain way and things would sway left, right, left, right, and his eyes would follow the movement. If she turned a certain direction, sometimes he'd get a clear shot and his eyes widened at the nice view.
It was when she bent over though, that he got the perfect sight of them, hanging out in the open, and he was suspicious if she was doing it on purpose, trying to get the chef out and cater to her every desire. She had to be plotting something to torture him like this, everything in plain sight but, oh, so far away.
He felt a sudden tug in his gut.
Orange. They were orange and they smelled good. He would know, he'd stolen some when she wasn't looking or someplace else. He'd stuff them in his pockets or under his vest or sometimes in his hat. Sometimes she noticed, and when she did, she gave him the beating of a lifetime, and sometimes she didn't. On those occasions, he took them out of his pocket or vest or hat and held them to his nose and sniffed for a while, right before taking a taste.
She straightened and they were out of sight, but now there was orange on her back and her hair was tickling the waist of her shorts and she then she was looking at him, her eyes twinkling in a dangerous way. He felt himself sweat under her gaze and he took a tentative step back, hoping she hadn't noticed his staring. He was in trouble if she did.
She smiled at him sweetly, just as sweet as the smell, and raised her arm up a bit. She took a step towards him and things swayed.
"Oh Luffy."
Crap.
He pinched his lips shut and didn't answer. He was determined to keep his focus on the cloud shaped like a bunny behind her back. It was far more interesting than his navigator at the moment. Especially when said navigator looked like she would shoot lasers (not as cool as their shipwrights) from her eyes if theirs met.
"I have a proposition for you." And suddenly, she sounded closer. Her jerked and without meaning to, tore his eyes from the cloud to her face. However, instead of trying to plead innocent of all charges, he said the first thing that came to his head when he finally processed the words.
"A what?"
"Proposition. A deal. If you do me a favor, you'll get a reward."
His eyes lit up at this and then he was staring again at what could be his possible reward. He reached out, intending to take it, but the navigator held out a hand.
"Whoa there! You have to help me first."
He whined. "With what?"
She curled her finger as she said, "Step closer." And so he did, cautious of a possible assault, one foot in front of the other in a rather agonizingly slow pace for the navigator. When he was within reach, she grabbed the front of his vest, a good handful of it, and brought him to her face, nose to nose.
"I'm going to need you to close your eyes." He gave her a look. "Now or no reward."
So he closed his eyes even though he was severely confused and quietly wondered what she intended to do with him. Maybe she was going to pummel him after all, a firm fist in the face. Maybe she'd give him a black eye, or a bloody nose, or a split lip. Maybe she wanted him to close his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the damage. That was kind of considerate of her, right? Or what if she wanted to throw him over board? Or what if she wanted to kick him in his jewels?! Or what if sh-
And then he felt warmth on his face, a weird breeze tickling his bangs over his eyelids, and a weird pressure on his lips. It was a soft pressure and he swore it tasted…it tasted like them. She actually tasted like them. And then he realized he was tasting her and she was kissing him and when did this happened and why did he like it?
He opened his eyes when she retreated, slightly disappointed with losing the taste so quickly. She looked less sure of herself, her eyes staring anywhere but at him and her hand was rubbing her arm uneasily. They stood in silence, a heavy silence that just grew in awkwardness for the navigator and confusion for the captain and when she couldn't take it anymore, she snapped.
"Say something!"
He blinked. "You taste like your fruit."
"That's it?" she looked exasperated.
"You taste like them."
"You've established this." She slumped.
"You taste good."
She perked up. "And?"
"I liked it."
She smiled, probably the realest sweet smile he had ever seen, and he couldn't help but smile back.
She brought her hand towards him. "Then I believe these are yours." The small bag of tangerines swayed in his hand when he took it from her. He let out a small laugh.
"Thanks!"
And he offered her some slices as they sat in the shade of her tangerine trees, close and comfortable in each other's company, not worrying about anything but their delicious evening snack. And the captain couldn't help but think that for once, he didn't have to steal them and that just made them even better, especially when she tasted like them too.
omg. I am not good at this (the subtle, suggestive-y thing) and this was my first attempt at it, so I apologize for it's craptastic-ness. It was fun to write though and I hope it wasn't too weird/confusing.
