Drabble Number Thrice: Kiss

Summary: She stared at his lips. Their perfect shape, color, texture; they were so kissable. And that's what she wanted to do to them. Kiss.

Small Note: This is my present to Ace. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLAME-BOY.

Warning: None. : 3

The party on the ship had started long ago. Every man and woman had not had at least one drink – that is, except Faye. She was kept under a watchful eye by her uncle and lover (and even a few other men that knew of her situation). The woman simply sat with a pout, her arms crossed over her chest, staring at the dancing, laughing, and drinking Whitebeard Pirates.

"Stop being a baby, eh," Marco told his niece, taking another chug of his grog. The seamstress simply continued to pout more, pushing her cup farther back.

"But I want a drink too! It's the New Year; you can make a little exception!" Faye whined, jutting her bottom lip out more. If only Ace were here. He'd let her have some.

Too bad he had fallen asleep earlier from the feast the crew had had.

"No, Faye," Marco pressed for the last time before walking off to grab on of the nurses and pull her to the center of the deck where a few other pairs were dancing.

Faye huffed angrily, staring at the large clock that had been nailed onto the mast just for the occasion. They still had another ten minutes.

Where the hell was Ace?

Faye looked away from the clock and back at the table.

There sat a bottle of rum, just begging Faye to drink it. Placing a hand on her belly, Faye took a deep breath and stood up, walking away from the table.

She knew better.

But she was just craving alcohol. Why did pregnancy have to be so annoying?

"How's my little fairy doing."

Strong, warm arms wrapped around Faye's middle. She sighed, letting her forearms rest on his as she leaned against her body. It was a surprisingly warm night, so Faye didn't even bother with her jacket. It felt good for the chilled skin on her back to press against Ace's chest.

His breath felt arousing on her neck.

"Almost a New Year," he told her, tightening his arms around her.

"Almost your birthday," she told him back, staring out into the dark blue of the sea as it reflected the stars in the night sky.

"Yup. Can't wait to get my gift."

"Who said you were getting anything?" Faye teased him, pushing out of his arms and faced him.

Ace opened his mouth to speak, but Faye heard not a word of it.

She stared at his lips. Their perfect shape, color, texture; they were so kissable. And that's what she wanted to do to them. Kiss.

Ace noticed her silent form, and the spaced out look in her eyes. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her again.

"You never cease to amaze me, Faye," Ace chuckled again before kissing the woman he loved.

Faye didn't waste any time wrapping her own arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. It felt so nice to be with him.

Kiss me at 11:59, and don't stop until 12:01. That way I can have a great end, and an even greater beginning.

The clock rang midnight. The crew cheered, grabbed a girl to kiss, and many toasted their drinks to a great year of living free on the sea.

But the couple continued to kiss, welcoming the New Year with love, not caring what would come. Only caring about what had already came.

A/N:

I would like to thank Facebook for the wonderful quote that gave me the idea for this.

And I just barely made it too. ; D

Got thirty minutes until it's no longer Ace's birthday.

Enjoy!