A/N: Dedicated to xxOchibixx, who asked for the complete lemon between Smoker and Lor. I don't know if this is any good. I really have no experience with this kind of thing. Oh my lord, I still can't believe I wrote this. I'm still blushing...

This takes place after Helios brought Lor back to the marine base, and after she had been punished by the marines for becoming a pirate.

Comfort

Her tears stopped by the time they got onto the Admiral's ship. He brought her to the marine base, they punished her and re-enlisted her as a marine, and put her back on Smoker's ship. She was glad to see Smoker again and he returned the sentiments. But he felt that there was something wrong, something more than just getting caught. He had no idea what it was. And it was driving him crazy.

"Smoker," she said, knocking twice before entering his room.

He glanced up. She was wearing one of his shirts; it was large enough to hang off her frame and cover up to mid-thigh. Silently she approached him. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pressed close, close enough for him to feel her body heat. He stiffened.

"We can't do this. Not again," he said, voice suddenly hoarse. "We're siblings. This is wrong."

Her face nestled into the crook of his neck.

"Help me forget," she whispered against his skin. "I don't want to remember the feeling of him inside me."

Realization dawned. The bastard raped her.

"I'll kill him," he growled.

He tried to stand, but she held him down.

"Don't leave me," she practically whimpered, eyes watery.

He complied, relaxing again. His hand stroked her hair. She'd always been attractive. And in the past three years she had gone from a mix between cute and pretty to beautiful. He knew for a fact that he didn't love her as anything other than a sibling and that she felt the same, but that was why her attractiveness and the willingness to sleep with her scared him. It was too easy to forget that they were siblings, and that he was too old for her.

And then her mouth was on his. Instinctively he kissed back, allowing her to push him down so his back was on the bed. He groaned, hands running up her sides. And he was already aroused. Her hands moved to his pants just as his moved to unbutton the shirt. No bra.

He stared for a moment before mentally slapping himself. Of course. Women don't wear bras to bed. Apparently, according to Tashigi, those things were uncomfortable as hell. The same reason why he didn't wear shirts.

This time he dragged her down, his lips connected to hers, his tongue shoved into her mouth. Somehow both of their underwear disappeared, and her hand was softly stroking him. He moaned into her mouth. She was too shy to do this the first time… How did she learn…

And all thoughts disappeared when she grabbed him, running her hand up and down his length.

"Ah," he gasped, bucking into her hand. "Fuck. Lor, don't—"

He kissed her again as he came, smothering the groan. Smoker moved back a little, catching his breath before his mouth was on hers again.

"Condom," he murmured against her lips. She nodded, letting him pull away to grab a rubber in his drawer. "Protocol. No pregnancies," he said gruffly as an explanation as to why he would have condoms in his drawer. He ripped the packet open and rolled it on in one motion.

Then he focused on her again. He kissed and nipped his way down her neck, making marks that he was sure she would have to cover for the next few days. She gasped, making little noises that only aroused him more. His hand moved down.

He stroked her, alternating between feather light touches and hard strokes that had his finger dipping into her. She writhed beneath him, panting.

"Smoker," she whimpered. "More."

He bit back a grin. Still as sensitive as the first time. He inserted two fingers.

Fuck, it was tight. He wanted to be in her, now. But he held back. She was still raw from what that bastard did, and like hell Smoker would hurt her.

He moved his fingers a little at a time, stretching her out slowly.

She bucked into his fingers.

"Impatient," he teased, smirking.

She huffed, pouting, before hooking an arm behind his neck and dragging him down for another kiss. When she released him, she looked him sternly in the eye. "Enough."

He rolled his eyes. But she was wet enough, so he moved, hovering on top of her, studying her for a moment. Ignoring the scar, she had changed a lot. And he wasn't only talking about her becoming a woman. Her eyes were practically dead. Some of his thought must have shown on his face, because she reached up to link her arms behind his neck and gave him a small smile.

It was far from reassuring, but for now it would have to be enough.

Smoker pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust, but one impatient look from the girl and he gave up trying. He forced his whole length in, and paused, raising an eyebrow to ask if she was alright. She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. It still hurt.

She waited a moment, letting the pain ebb before nodding.

Smoker pulled out halfway before thrusting back in, repeating over and over. He set a slow pace. It was torture.

She seemed to think so too. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

"Faster," Lor hissed.

He was only too happy to obey. He pulled out and slammed in, hitting the angle he had found three years ago, and was rewarded when she screamed his name. He smirked. He kept up the punishing pace, the bed rocking beneath them, her hips rising to meet his with every thrust.

The sounds she made drove him over the edge. He reached down, stroking her even as he pounded into her.

"AH! SMOKER!"

Her release triggered his as her walls clenched around him. He bit down on her neck as he rode out his orgasm, moaning.

Smoker pulled out, practically ripping off the rubber and tossing it off somewhere, before lying back down. He heard Lor breathe a contented sigh, curling into his side. He had always lived by the rules, and everyone knew him to be strict with morals and justice. And here he was, having sex with his own sister, and enjoying it. It was wrong. Yet it helped her heal, and helped him relieve stress.

She was his little sister, and he loved her. Pretending that sibling love was romantic love wasn't that difficult. He brushed her hair out of her face, examining it.

She wasn't alright. Not by far.

But she would be. Someday.