A/N- This is a warning. I made the rating for the story mature because most of the chapters will have lemons as well as crude language. If you do not like to read stuff like that then I recommend that you do not read this story. Thank you and I truly hope you like my story.
Marco let out a strangled sigh as he was dragged through the port town that they had docked at to restock on some supplies before continuing on to the New World. His annoyed gaze took in all of the lanterns and decorations that lined each building with half lidded eyes. Ace and Thatch had came to his room and pulled him away from the maps he had yet to draw out in order to take him through the town as it held a summer festival for safety from bad omens. The two hadn't even let him get a word out before they were already off the ship and walking through town. Thatch had told him that it would do him some good to take a break from work for the evening. It had been the first tome in months that they had been able to touch land. That's the life each member of the crew chose when they joined. The thrill of traveling the vast sea and seeing new and exciting places. Marco, however, didn't share their excitement. He did love the ocean, but he had been around for much longer than the others on his crew so seeing new places had become a bit boring for him. He loved his brothers to death, but he felt as though he was missing something in his life.
A cheerful crowd pulled his attention away from the stalls that lined the busy street. Marco tugged his arms free from both of their grips making they look at him with confused looks. He moved closer to the crowd, his curiosity getting the best of him. Ace and Thatch turned to each other then shrugged as they followed after the blonde. The three pushed their way through the throng of people towards the front. Marco's eyes widened as he spotted the reason for such a large crowd. There dancing in the middle was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her hips swayed to the music mesmerizing him with each move she made. Golden blonde locks framed her smiling face. Sky blue eyes shone with such intensity that it had him frozen where he stood. He swallowed thickly, suddenly thirsty as his throat went dry. On either side of him stood his brothers who were just as effected by her as he was. Each time she moved the light reflected off the jewels on her pale blue costume, making it look as if she were shining. Marco couldn't look away from her even if he wanted to. She met his gaze with searing eyes, his breath getting caught in his throat, startled by the heat from it. He watched her lips part as her eyes trailed down his body. Suddenly, he felt as if he was wearing too much clothes. The crowd erupted into cheers when the song drew to a close. The woman bowed before disappearing among the dispersing crowd. Even after she was gone he couldn't move from his spot.
"Wow, that was intense." Thatch spoke up almost breathlessly. His voice had pulled Marco back to reality and he hummed in reply unsure of what to say.
"No kidding. She was one amazing dancer. Not to mention gorgeous." Ace added in as they walked away to go see what the festival had to offer. The blonde followed silently behind them, his thoughts being over ran by her. He could tell they were talking, but honestly wasn't listening to a word they said. After a while he ended up loosing sight of them in the crowd, which wasn't too bad of a thing to happen. Just meant he could go back to the ship and finish working. A delicate hand grabbed a hold of his wrist and tugged him into the shadows of an alley way. Soft lips pressed against his as a pair of marines walked by. One of them looked down the alleyway then scowled.
"Find a room to do that in." He grumbled out and left, mumbling something a long the lines of kids these days. Marco wasn't really sure. He gently pushed away the person kissing him. His eyes widened as he noticed it was the woman who he had been watching dance not even ten minutes ago. She looked up at him with a shy smile, her eyes sparkling from the light of the lanterns.
"I apologize for suddenly doing that. I had to get them off my tail for a bit." She told him as she stepped away. He almost reached out for her, but stopped and let her once more disappear. Marco shook his head at the way he was acting. What was wrong with him? He wasn't some hormonal teenager anymore, so why was he acting like one? Taking a deep breath he walked out of the alleyway and continued on his way back to the ship. Maybe a cold bath would help calm him down. She had apologized then left without him being able to give a reply.
Marco leaned against the railing as he stood on the deck of the Moby Dick. His arms rested on top of the wood while he gazed up at the starry night sky. Most of the crew was still out enjoying the time they had on the island before it was time to set sail once more. The gentle breeze played with his truff of hair. He had left his shirt on his bed, deciding to only wear his pants. Even with the cold bath he still felt as if he was over heating. The places she had touched still tingled.
"Oh?" A soft voice breathed from the docks below drawing his attention. There she was again, gazing up at him with those eyes that seared his soul. Her costume was covered with a light cloak of sorts and her blonde hair was pulled over her right shoulder.
"You're the man from before." She pointed out with a smile. Marco just nodded in reply with a raised brow. Why did she keep appearing out of nowhere after he'd finally calmed down? At this rate he was going to just end up bedding her to end the ache she had given him.
"I had a feeling you weren't from around here." She smiled as she looked up at the pirate flag that was flying.
"It was a pleasure to see you again, mister pirate." She waved to him as she began to walk away. Marco was not about to let this chance just slip away.
"Wait-yoi." he called after her. He almost forgot what he was going to say when she turned back and met his gaze.
"Want to come have a drink with me-yoi?" Marco asked, pointing to the inside of the side with his thumb.
"Are you sure that's wise? For all you know I could be a spy for the marines." Marco chuckled at her reply. She had a point, but she wouldn't have been hiding in that alleyway if she was a spy.
"True, but you wouldn't have had to hide from them if you were a spy. Nor would you have used me to get them off your trail-yoi." He smirked at her. She was quiet for a second before she laughed. The sound was like a melody to him.
"You got me there. A drink sounds lovely." She told him. "I know a beautiful beach that we can go to. I'm pretty sure you don't your crew to notice that you have a woman for company." Once more she hit the nail on the head. He honestly didn't want any of his brothers to see. Mostly because he would never hear the end of it. Thatch and Ace would take it upon themselves to tease him ferociously for it. Their stick in the mud older brother finally had a woman in his bed. Marco couldn't help, but to laugh. She watched him with a cheerful gaze.
"Wait right there-yoi. I'll be down in a bit." He told her before walking back into the ship. He opened the door to his room and grabbed the bottles of sake he had stashed away for when work got stressful or he just needed a drink. His gaze landed on his purple shirt then he shook his head and left the room. When he landed on the docks, she was sitting on a box watching the water as it glistened under the moon light.
"Shall we-yoi?" He asked, stopping in front of her and holding up the bottles he had with him. The woman beamed at him and started leading him to the beach. They walked in silence for a few minutes.
"I'm Aria by the way." She smiled as she gazed at him from the corner of her eye.
"Marco-yoi." Was all he replied with. Aria gasped softly as her face broke out in a wide grin.
"As in the first division commander of the White Beard pirates?" She was so excited to have met such a strong pirate. Never in her life had she thought this would happen. Marco looked at her with a raised brow. He was clearly confused by her reaction.
"Sorry, it's just I've always held some form of respect for pirates. You guys get to freely travel the world and explore new places." She explained to him as she looked ahead at the sandy beach that was coming into view. Marco titled his head unsure of how to respond.
"Though to be honest I like your crew more." She smiled cheerfully. Though, he noticed that it didn't reach her eyes and it made him wonder what had happened to her for her to like pirates so much. He watched as she removed her cloak and laid it down on the sand for them to sit. Aria watched as the waves rolled up on to the sand. At first he wasn't sure whether or not to sit beside her, but ended up doing so. Marco handed her a bottle as they both sat and watched the waves. They spent most of the time talking about random things. She would ask him questions about his adventures which he gladly answered. He told her funny stories about the funny things the crew did when drunk. After a while she had a light pink tint to her cheeks from the alcohol. Aria let out a giggle that was followed by a hiccup. He was entertained by the fact that she honestly couldn't hold her liquor. Marco set down the fourth bottle next to his other empty ones. She still had her one that wasn't even halfway gone yet and she was drunk. He tensed up when she suddenly sat in his lap, running her hands up and down his arms.
"Your biceps are bigger than my face." She slurred with a lustful smile. Marco inwardly groaned as he tried to hold back. Her hands made their way from his arms to his chest tracing the lines of his tattoo. His body shivered at her touch. Without a word he pinned her under him, hips between her legs. Marco was so thankful that he had worn his sash, but now it was in the way. He hands ran up and down her body as he smashed his lips against hers in a passion filled kiss that had her moaning into it. Her hands lightly tugged at his hair sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Marco reluctantly pulled away to pull her bikini like top off. When it wouldn't come loose he growled and all but ripped the fabric from her chest making her gasp. With a smirk he latched on to one nipple with his mouth while playing with the other. He nipped and sucked on her flesh as he made his way down from her chest to her stomach. Aria shivered under him as her heart raced in her chest. Marco sat up, looking down at her with a heated gaze while he undid his blue sash around his waist. He honestly wasn't expecting to bed a woman he had just met. She wasn't a woman from a whore house, yet he couldn't stop himself from stripping out of his pants. As he stared down at her he realized that with how she looked under him he could care less about them just meeting. A breathless moan passed his lips when she started kissing his tattoo. Her nails digging into his lower back tongue dancing across his tan skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistline of her skirt and made her lay back down. With a smirk he pulled on the fabric taking it and her panties off in one fluid motion. Marco kissed her, his tongue battling hers for domination. She broke away from him to let out a mewl of pleasure which made him smirk against her neck. His eyes met hers as he rubbed her clit with his finger, the smirk never leaving his face.
"You tease." She moaned softly making him let out a deep chuckle.
"You're one to talk, miss dancer-yoi." He told her. Marco lifted her left leg over his shoulder and snapped his hips into hers without warning. Aria arched her back off the cloak releasing a loud pleasured scream. He growled low in his throat at the sound as he pulled out only to snap back once more. Marco wanted her to make the same sound with each thrust of his hips until everyone on the island knew his name.
"Fuck-yoi." Aria was a withering mess in his arms and he was loving every minute of it.
"More, please." She begged him, pulling at his hair. Marco began to relentlessly pound into her core with a broad smirk. Her moans and cries pulled out of her with each thrust were carried by the wind. He leaned down to her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth. He was so close to finishing and by the way her eyes were half lidded he could tell she was as well.
"Cum for me, my dear-yoi." he said, voice husky from need. Her eyes snapped open at the sound as she reached her peaked, throwing her head back. She moaned his name lustfully. Marco froze as her walls clenched tightly around him pulling his release. He only relaxed after he had spilled every last drop into her. With a shuttering sigh he collapsed on her, making sure not to crush her with his weight. Aria gazed at him as they panted with a satisfied smile. She had never been pleasured like that by anyone. He grabbed his sash and covered their bottom halves with it. Macro tensed slightly as she curled into him letting out a soft hum. With a soft sigh he pulled her so that she was laying on top of his chest. He could get used to this.
The next morning Aria groaned as she woke from her slumber. She heard the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. Her head throbbed at the noise drawing a hiss from her mouth and she opened her eyes. Bright sunlight temporarily blinded her. With a growl she moved to sit up, rubbing her temples to ease some of the pain. A muscular arm fell from her bare chest to her waist that was covered only by a blue piece of fabric. Her eyes widened as she stared down at it with a flushed face. Aria covered her mouth as memories from the night before flashed through her mind. She was going to be in so much trouble if any one found out about her escapades with a pirate alone in the middle of the night. Her father was going to kill him then most likely kill him as well. Taking a deep breath she looked down at the slumbering male neck to her. His blonde hair was ruffled from last night and she could see the marks she had left on his back from her nails. Her body suddenly grew hot as she took in his back muscles. Aria knew he was strong, but seeing it in the light of day gave her a new found respect for him. She honestly didn't regret sleeping with him. Pirates were always people she looked up to. They were free and could go anywhere they wanted in the world. While she was stuck at home waiting to be married off to the highest bidder. Her father hadn't a clue that she had went out last night, but she couldn't stand not being able to see the festival and dance. Then she had met Marco while running from the Marines who had been making their rounds. All she could think about was if she would see him again and what he could do to her with those big hands of his. She traced the tattoo on his chest with her finger tips unaware that he was awake. His hand was placed on top of hers making her suck in a breath as she jumped slightly in surprise. Aria tried to ignore the feeling it sent through her body.
"Good morning, how are you feeling? Any pain? I was pretty rough with you last night-yoi." He said, voice husky from sleep. Marco's eyes shown with concern for her and it made her heart swell in happiness.
"I'm fine, hungover, but fine." She told him with a smile while he played with the ends of her hair with his other hand, having laid on his back.
"That's good to hear, Aria-yoi." The way her name left his lips made her shiver. His voice almost sounded as if he was purring.
"Your crew is probably looking for you." She forced out not wanting to ruin the moment. However, she didn't want him getting caught by the guards that were sure to be looking for her as well. Marco sat up and leaned in closer to her. Their lips only mere centimeters apart. He wanted to kiss her, but knew that if her did he wouldn't stop and they would continue from last night. She had a point. His brothers were sure to notice that he was missing and would be scoring the island to find him.
"Here. Use this as a shirt seeing as I tore yours-yoi." he handed her his blue sash with a smile. His eyes never left her as he watched her wrap it around her bust.
"Thank you." She giggled. The two of them finished getting dressed. Her eyes never leaving his form as she tried to memorize each muscle so she would never forget him. Once decent they went their separate ways. Neither of them were sure of when they would meet again.
