"Speaking"

Thinking

No one's pov

*Please if this is bad please put it on the review, just say what's wrong with it. This is my first fan fiction I've written and probably terribly short as hell*

*And based on the internet Absalom refers to himself as a plural term for example "you will become our bride"*

The room was steamy and hot and the bed a total mess because of the lovemaking.

You rested your head over his toned and muscular torso. Bathing in the afterglow of sex and enjoying the different textures of his skin.

"You will never leave us, right?"

Your eyes widened at his ridiculous question. But you smiled and cupped his face and /tried to/ kissed him.

"I will never leave you, I love you too much"

Your hair clung to your face, neck and back. The wedding dress had a few stains of your blood and both of your love juice.

"What about you? Would you leave me for a better looking and sexier woman like nami?" You frowned at the idea of him leaving you.

He switched places with you. His right hand next to your head while supporting his heavy weight while his left rested on your hip.

"Never. If we did we would lose an angel" He licked your neck

You laughed at the ticklish feeling but moaned when he licked the shell of your ear.

"Are you ready for round 2?" He whispered

"Hell yeah" You smirked deviously

Man… This sucked balls welp… I tried