'What the hell am I still doing here?' Leixia thought to herself, angry. 'I've been here way too long, I need to leave.' But... Something was stopping her. Or rather, someone. She hated the fact that this was happening again.
"What's the matter, Lei?" Shanks asked. It had been 2 days since Shanks had told her part of his feelings, but she didn't really respond.
Flashback
"Leixia, you're probably the most amazing woman I've ever met." Shanks said, smirking.
"Yeah, right." Leixia said with a smirk of her own. "I know you have quite the reputation with the ladies."
"Maybe. But that was before I met you." He wrapped his arms around her.
"Shanks, I'm not who you think I am. I'm all about the rush of battle."
"Come on. Look me in the eyes, and tell me all you care about," He looked her dead in the eyes, caressing her face. "is the fight."
"Shanks..." She looked into his eyes for a moment, before getting away from him and disappearing into the kitchen.
End Flashback
"It's nothing." She said, giving him a small smile, but quickly turning away. 'I have to go.' She thought. 'Tonight. I've already been seeing signs of the balance tipping.' Little did she know that her plans weren't going to happen.
Later that night
Leixia was talking to Ben when Shanks came up and pulled her away to his cabin, despite her protests.
"Shanks, what in the wo-" Shanks cut her off by crushing his lips to hers.
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At first, Leixia resisted, not wanting to make leaving any harder, but eventually, she gave in, kissing back with a burning passion. She clawed at his back, holding him as close to her as she could. He wrapped his arm around her, feeling as much of her as he could with his one arm. She tugged off his cloak, and ran her hands up and down his sides, feeling his strong muscles. He struggled to get her shirt off with just one arm, and she couldn't help but chuckle at him. She pushed him onto the bed, and took off her shirt and bra, letting them fall to the floor with his cloak. Then she pounced. She ripped open his shirt and tugged it off. He flinched away, scared that she could be disgusted by the scar tissue on the severed shoulder. His fears were washed away when she leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, then up his collarbone, and to his neck, where she lingered to suck and bite the skin there. Shanks groaned, loving every moment of it. She trailed her hand down and into his trousers, massaging the head of his hard, thick length. He moaned a name. Not her name. A name.
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"Makino..." He said. Leixia stopped dead in her tracks. It took Shanks a moment to realize what he said and why she stopped. When he did, he tried to apologize, but Leixia would have none of it.
"Leixia, I'm-" He didn't have time to finish, as she was already up, dressed and gone without a word.
'Great job, Shanks, you idiot...' He thought. He ran out after her, not caring about his naked upper body, just praying to whatever god would listen that he would be able to fix this mess he's made.
