Flicking my tongue between my dry lips to wet them out of nervousness, I gave him a hesitant nod. Once the last person left the room and the door had shut behind them, the Captain let go of my wrist. He looked me square in the eye and folded his arms across his chest; a critical look came over his features.
"So," he began, closing his eyes and tilting his head slightly to the right, "you're the one to blame for all of this."
The pressure in my chest tightened and I found myself unable to speak.
He opened his eyes when I didn't respond. "I specifically told every one of you to not throw me a birthday party. You know very well that as a member of my crew," he spoke sternly, his lips becoming taught, "the Captain's orders are absolute and should be followed without hesitation or questions." He titled his head back slightly and looked down his nose at me with narrow grey eyes.
The pressure inside my chest was starting to become too great; I was having trouble breathing. I knew that everything he said was true, but I thought he'd make an exception for me. It was then that I thought that maybe I shouldn't have gone directly against his orders; the sting of hot tears began to prick at the back of my eyes and I blinked to prevent them from showing.
"However," he continued, grabbing my arm and pulling me to his lap.
Caught completely by surprise, my body naturally let itself be manipulated. A pair of strong arms wound themselves around my waist and brought me ever closer to their owner. I could feel his hot breath traveling up my neck as his smirking lips found my ear; my body became stiff.
"As my girlfriend," he purred in my ear sensually as chills ran through me, "you're allowed to break certain orders every now and then—if it's for a good reason that is." His fingers gently held my chin and turned my head so that our eyes met.
I gazed at his silver orbs; they held strength, precision, and power, however—in times where it was only him and me—the eyes of 'The Surgeon of Death' sparkled with kindness, gentleness, and love.
His smirk morphed into a soft smile, "Thank you." He murmured lovingly before his soft lips met mine. When we parted, I could feel our hot breaths intermingling as we smiled.
Curling my fingers into a fist, I suddenly socked his arm.
A loud yelp escaped him—more out of shock then of pain—and he stared questioningly at me, "Why the hell did you do that for?!"
"Because you made me think you hated me" I exclaimed, my voice going up another octave unintentionally.
He blinked.
"I-I thought you were going to kick me out because I disobeyed." I confessed, averting my gaze. "and…and because I didn't think you liked the party or-or the...the present I got you." I mumbled almost shamefully under my breath,
A moment of silence enveloped the two of us. Then his arms hugged me tighter as he rested his head on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice quiet and barely audible. "I didn't mean to scare you like that." He paused before continuing, "I really do like your present' I'll start wearing it today once I get dressed."
I let out a small sigh, but I couldn't help the smile that came to my lips, "You don't have to," I murmured, running my fingers through his soft inky black hair, "I'm happy knowing that you like it."
He lifted his head and once again, I found myself captured by the silvery orbs of my Captain. He brought his lips close to mine; his breath still smelled of the birthday cake flavored ice cream. "I love you," he stated, "don't ever leave me side."
The smile on my face grew, "I'll always be with you, no matter what." I confirmed, a tiny giggle leaving my lips. "I love you too, Law. Happy birthday."
Author's Notes: I just wanted to wish Law a happy birthday today! XD We love you, Dr. Heart Stealer!
PS: Everything belongs rightfully to their amazing author and I only wish that was me...
