A/N: This fic mainly came out of the fact that I've been experiencing writer's block lately regarding many of my ongoing fics, and drabbles seem to be helping. The chapters for this fic are not connected; I may do a continuation of one, but this fic is mainly meant to play around with the two characters in different situations/relationships.
And for the sake of my sanity, whenever there's a chapter with them in a romantic relationship (which, to be honest, is a majority of what this fic will be), let's just say that Rocinante and Law will only be up to six years apart in age difference, give or take. Also, Roci can be like, eight feet tall or something, as it will mainly be modern AU stuff unless otherwise stated at beginning of a chapter. Also, depending on what is written, the IC might be off and have more OOC in it. Might try out different tenses too.
This should be it for A/Ns, as the chapters will, for the most part, be very short (like the next one), and I really do hate bogging chapters down with A/N's (like this one). So unless there's something that needs to be addressed, I'll just post chapters with no A/N's after this one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from One Piece.
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He was behind schedule.
Not that that was anything new, considering how often his clumsiness impeded him. That impromptu maintenance sweep of the men's room in the gymnasium, however, had nothing to do with that clumsiness for once. But it did take Rocinante longer than he'd imagined, and that put Rocinante late in getting to the teacher's lounge that he frequented after school hours.
About an hour and a half later than he meant to arrive, in fact.
Rocinante hesitantly peeked around the door and flashed an embarrassed smile at the lone occupant.
The teacher in question quirked an eyebrow in return before his eyes went back to papers on his lap.
"Law, I'm going to be late in getting home tonight." Rocinante said by way of greeting. "It's taking longer than I thought."
"So I've noticed." The dark haired teacher responded.
"There's some screwed up wiring that will need to be dealt with by an electrician." Rocinante added, distracted by the other man's eyes on him.
"What are you saying, Cora?" Law questioned as he stowed his class' papers in a bag. "Are you saying that I should head home instead of waiting for you to finish up?"
"I'll be at least another two hours. Maybe more." Rocinante confirmed apologetically. "There were a lot of requests to fix things before tomorrow's classes, and it's already seven at night." If Law had a crack about the blond for being able to fix things but still trip over his own feet, it didn't show in Law's voice when he spoke.
"Come over here." Law said after a brief pause, indicating the coat closet in the lounge. "There's something I want to tell you."
Rocinante didn't question his lover's reasonings, and he was even curious as to what the other man had to say. Maybe he'd retrieve his jacket and go home instead of waiting for him to finish up. But when Law opened the closet and didn't even make a grab for his coat, Rocinante took it upon himself to brush past the dark haired teacher to retrieve it for him.
And that was when Law made his move.
Rocinante stumbled up against the coat closet as Law pressed up against him from behind.
And slid his hands up beneath the blond haired man's shirt, fingertips lightly tracing along skin.
"I've missed you these past few weeks." Law breathed, his breath slightly uneven as he urged Rocinante closer to the coat closet, hands still groping along the blond's abdomen. "Get in the closet." Law nearly groaned when Rocinante tentatively pressed back up against him. "Get in."
"You want to do that now?" Rocinante asked, embarrassed when Law's hands deftly divested him of his belt. "But-"
"Yes, now. I won't get to see you until tomorrow evening."
Rocinante turned around to protest that but found Law's arms thrown around his neck instead as the dark haired teacher hungrily locked lips with him. And Rocinante, being who he was, promptly lost his balance over the sudden action and toppled into the still open coat closet. The blond righted himself as best he could with Law half on his lap, the dark haired man still tightly pressed to him and making the attempt to steal the breath out of him with an electrifying and delicious kiss.
"What if someone sees?" Rocinante asked breathlessly, once the other had freed him from the kiss.
Law impatiently closed them in the spacious coat closet in response.
"What if someone hears?" The blond whispered.
"Let them." Law said as he made quick work of their pants.
The blond haired man didn't protest after that.
Rocinante didn't remember ever having sex in a cost closet but he knew he wouldn't mind doing it again sometime, provided they weren't caught. But the blond haired man wasn't going to admit it aloud, as it has been rather embarrassing.
Law, however, picked up on the blond's like of coat closet sex relatively quickly and made it a point to get Rocinante in one at least once every other week, depending on how often the blond got called in to do work at the school.
Rocinante had been mortified but made no arguments over it because each time it happened Law always made sure to press his body closer. And Rocinante was kissed so thoroughly that the blond tended to forgot that he'd initially been embarrassed over the whole thing.
For his part, Law had merely been disappointed that he hasn't figured things out sooner in order to utilize the coat closet in the teacher's lounge. Not only did he get to be close with his lover but Law also got to get on the nerve of another teacher, one Eustass Kid, who had been pissed off as of late over the fact that his jacket tended to smell of sex at the end of the day every other week, give or take, for no apparent reason.
It was a wonder the red head didn't leave his jacket elsewhere after it had happened more than once.
Law smirked at the thought as he all but dragged Rocinante into the coat closet at the end of another long day of teaching.
Kid's jacket was there again.
Law's smirk deepened as he closed the coat closet doors and brought Rocinante closer to him to kiss.
Revenge was sweet, and so was the sex.