Chapter Four: Cold Feet

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece. I do own Calypso and "Karma" Lonni

When Shanks opened his eyes, sunlight was streaming into the room through his window. He yawned, stretched and got up. He was just about to put on a clean shirt, when he saw something on the floor. Scratch that; someone. And that someone was Calypso.

'She must have gotten lonely in the middle of the night,' he thought, carefully using one arm to help lift her off the floor. He slung her over his shoulder and laid her down on the bed. Gently, he poked her in the shoulder.

"Mmm," she murmured in protest.

"Calypso," he said quietly, "it's time to get up."

"Huh?" she opened her eyes.

"Before this goes any further," he said, scolding softly, "I would like to know why you sneaked in here in the middle of the night." Then, remembering that she couldn't speak, he smiled, "Never mind. We'll talk about it later. Now get to your room and get ready. The Wedding's going to be in about an hour, and I don't want to be late." She nodded. Getting up, she walked over to Shanks and hugged him, holding his body tightly to hers. She stayed that way for a minute, looking up at him, eyes filled with want. "I know," he chuckled softly, "I know. That will come directly after the wedding, I promise." In a low seductive voice, he whispered in her ear, "I'm just as anxious to get that damned veil off as you are. Now, go back to your room and get ready." She heaved a sigh, and he laughed, "Go on."

The wedding was a typical, Blue Ocean pirate's wedding. Members of the crew stood on either side, creating an isle for her to walk through. Silently, in her white wedding dress, complete with a white lace veil, this time covering her entire face, she stood in between her father and Shanks. Slowly, carefully, Shanks removed the delicate garment. What he saw staring back at him was the most beautiful thing he'd ever set eyes upon. What he'd only gotten a taste of before, he was getting an eye-full of now.

Her face was unlike any he'd ever seen. She had a beautiful, heart-shaped face, with delicate, smooth cheeks. Her lips were luscious and pout-y. Her nose was small. Her hair, a beautiful thick mane of medium-dark brown. She also looked as though she was anticipating something, and Shanks knew what that was. He kissed her softly. However, she wouldn't let him get much further than that. Everyone cheered, and he gently took her wrist and led her into his captain' quarters, just as he'd promised.

The moment they got there and no one was looking, Cally dragged him in by his one arm and slammed the door with her other arm.

"Now, wait a minute!" Shanks laughed, "I'm supposed to do that!" He looked at her, grinning, as he saw her chest heave and witnessed her facial expression, all the while saying, "You can't wait, can you?" She shook her head quickly, and he said in a playful, lusty tone, "Let's get you out of these clothes." Nearly ripping off what remained of the veil, his hand moved down to her bridal gown and quickly unlaced the back, loosening it up and allowing it to flutter to the ground. Looking at her, he could see that her breasts were bound by a special corset. She gave him a small, shy yet playful grin, and loosened it up, letting it fall to the floor with a 'clunk'. He looked at her and stared for a moment. Indeed, she had a bit of a belly, but she was beautiful to look at, and he didn't think that her breasts would be this appetizing. Reaching out, he was about to touch one, when one of her hands pushed him away. "What?" he asked, slightly confused. He heard a giggle, and she jumped up on the bed. He laughed, "So that's your game, is it? Well, I'll catch you, yet." He heard another giggle as he reached out to grab her, and she jumped off the bed, and onto the simple chair of his desk, crouching, allowing her bounty to hang out a little, swinging slightly from the action. Shanks could feel his pants tightening, and said, "Okay, that's enough."

"I don't think so," she giggled, "I'm going to get you back for last night."

"Oh, really?" he asked, as she tried to elude him. He grabbed the back of her panties, which she somehow slipped out of, and she turned for a moment. He pushed her front up against a nearby wall, and gave her rump a good squeeze.

She gave a small moan, and whined, "That's not fair!"

"Haven't you heard the saying?" he said, still laughing, "'All's fair in love and war'!"

"Oh," she said, "I see." She turned around in his grasp, and let one of her hands stray to the hardness in his pants and returned the favor.

"You're doing a dangerous thing by doing that," he gave a sound that was a mixture of a groan and a growl.

"How so?" she breathed lustfully in his ear, "I want this." She squeezed it again. If she had been shy and innocent before, she certainly wasn't now.

He pressed his body against hers and pressed his lips onto hers, damned near forcing his tongue inside out of want. She reached out, bit her nails into the back of his shirt and did the same, moaning as his tongue moved powerfully against hers.

She could feel a familiar wetness, along with her heat growing between her legs, and let out a moan, lifting a leg up and wrapping it around his waist, pulling him that much closer.

"Okay," he said, "No more games." With that, he wrapped his arm around her and pushed her to the bed, and she let go as he pushed her down, feeling her body bounce on the soft mattress and clean white sheets.

She reached out for him and pulled his shirt over his head, and he let her slide it off him, as she said, "If I'm to be naked, then you're going to be naked, too."

"With that, I have to agree," he said with a grin, getting up and undoing his pants. She smiled lustilly, and allowed her eyes to travel down his body, where she found that he had not be wearing any boxers or underwear of any kind during the wedding.

She giggled, and thought, 'How sneaky!'

"What's so funny?" he asked playfully as his pants dropped to the floor, and his feet slipped out of his sandals.

"You're not wearing any underwear," she giggled.

"Well, neither are you!" he said.

"Yes, but I was wearing underwear during the wedding, while you weren't," she pointed out, "And if my father found out he would have killed you!" She burst into to laughter, "The thought of my father chasing you around deck while you're running and trying to keep your pants up is actually pretty pretty damned funny!"

"Are you making fun of me?" he said in mock irritation, "You really shouldn't be talking to your new husband like that."

"And what if I don't care?" she asked in a sultry tone.

"Then I suppose I'm going to have to punish you," he said with a playful, mischievous look in his eyes.

"Oh, really?" she asked, folding her arms and staring up at him, "I dare you."

"Okay," he said, "You asked for it." Grappling with one arm, he flipped her over and gave her a light tap on the bottom, just enough to make a sound. She cried out in surprise, flipped herself back over and gave him a mock-annoyed look. "Told you," grinned Shanks.

She looked up at him and asked in a false innocence, "Shanks?"

"Yes?"

"Could you help me with these garters? I need to get these stockings off."

Shanks reached out and felt the ice-cream smoothness of her thighs, and she laid back, spread her legs, and moaned. "Now, now," said Shanks, "We'll get to that. You'll just have to wait."

"But why?" she whined.

"Because," he said grinning, "there's more to it than that, and delayed gratification is always best. Trust me, I've been with a lot of women. I should know."

"Well," she said in a low tone, "if you've been with a lot of women, then you should know my body better than anybody else."

"I guess I should, shouldn't I?" smiled Shanks, who was getting an eye-full of her breasts. So round and smooth, pale, like alabaster, with perfect, pink nipples. Two cream-colored apples, ready to be plucked ..."

"Like them?" she asked softly, breaking into his thoughts.

"Oh, definitely," he replied, then giving a slight purr mixed with a growl, "Perfect."

"Then what are you going to do about it?" she asked seductively.

"You'll see," he smiled, and lied down next to her, burying his face in her neck.

"Ah!" she cried out, as he gently nibbled at the soft flesh there, the stubble of his beard tickling her skin. "Oh, Shanks!"

"Yes?" he asked, looked at her in an amused sort of manner.

"I – Ohhh!"

"I see," he said, grinning, as he nibbled down lower to her collar bone. Gently, he nipped at her skin, leaving each bit with a little lick, as he slowly made his way down to her breasts. Even when he finally reached one of flesh-colored half-globes, he deliberately avoided the pink points, making it that much more difficult for Calypso to regain control of the situation. In fact, she was failing marvolously.

"Shanks," she complained, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing much," he murmured, grinning.

"Then why -" she stopped when he finally put his lips over one of the pink buds.

"That better?" he asked. She did nothing but moan in reply.

"I see that it is," he said softly. With a skill that not many really had, he attended to her right breast. Gently, he nibbled at it, gliding his tongue around it in long, sensual strokes. Calypso only murmured happilly in reply. Carefully, he gave it a little suck, pulled his mouth away, then blew softly on it, causing his new wife to shiver. He looked up a little and saw that her face was flushed, and upon it, there was a mask of extacy. Her fingers were burried deep in the sheets, and, he noticed as he looked down, her toes were beginning to curl. He gave a small laugh, and pinched the nipple of her other breast, rolling it around in his fingers. Giving it one last caress, he glided his hand down to her belly, rubbing it gently.

"This isn't fair," moaned Calypso.

"What isn't fair?" he asked softly, allowing his hand to roave down to the dark black curls just between her thighs. Softly, he ran his fingers through them, down straight to the wetness that had already accumulated there. With great care and slowness, he gently pushed two fingers up inside, just enough to curl up, hitting her sweet spot. Calypso cried out, unable to speak, and Shanks said in a rather loving, soothing manner, "You like that, don't you?" Calypso's breathing was beginning to turn into short gasps. Pulling his fingers out, he rubbed the folds on her outside, making sure that the tips of his fingers stroked the sensitive nerve area hidden under them before he withdrew his hand, and she bucked up lightly under him. He laughed softly, stroking her in an affectionate sort of manner on her inner thigh. Then, rising up, he lay down beside her.

He found that she was rather impatient. Immediately, both legs and arms were wrapped around his body. He smiled, amused. Bending his head down lower, he kissed her, and, for some reason, her body seemed to relax. Slowly, he pushed into her. Something was different, however. There was no barriar. Allowing her body get used to him, he asked softly, "Who was the one before me?" She looked shocked. "Never mind," he said, giving her a warm smile, "It doesn't matter at the moment. We'll talk about it later." Calypso gave a please murmur, then a moan as he began to move inside her.

'This feeling,' she thought before all words were lost, 'it's different. Different from him ...' Soon, her body began to roll with him, rising each time that he did, jutting hard up into him. Her cries grew louder, and he placed his lips on hers to quiet her so that nobody from the outside heard. He could feel her fingers gripping into his back as he gradually allowed his movements to rise in speed and pressure. "More," she begged, "Please!" With a soft groan, he did as she asked of him. Her body seemed perfect for him, as if she'd been built for him. Soon, that old familiar feeling began to wash over him. Holding his control, he waited for her.

Calypso's opening clenched tightly around him, her body and mind realing over the edge as he gave one last thrust, and did the same. Breathing hard, he fell, pulling her over so she lay on top of him. She held him close in a strong grip, as if she didn't want to let go.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't leave me," her voice spoke softly, almost breaking, "Don't leave me."

"Now why would I do a thing like that?" he asked.

"Because you weren't the first," she said softly, "and I'm happy right now because I'm not alone, but I'm afraid that that's exactly what's going to happen, just because you weren't the first."

"First, fifth, it doesn't matter," he murmured, stroking her hair, "but I will be the last." She said nothing, but smiled and curled up closer to him, pulling the blanket up over them. He kissed her forehead, then giving a sigh, he watched as she fell asleep. She was a beautiful woman. He'd wondered how she'd ever wound up becoming a pirate in the first place. Silently, in his mind, he promised that he would never let her out of his sight. A woman like this was far too prescious to let go of, and he was certain that he wouldn't find another like her. He could very easilly fall in love with this one, and what would be the harm of letting himself, anyway? Holding her closely, he, himself, drifted off into a deep slumber, not to be awakened until the next morning.