Is tossed. She turned. And tossed again. She scratched at her skin. Hell, she even masturbated to the visions of porn in the corner of the room.

Nothing helped. Everywhere she turned, she was reminded of the fact that he wasn't there. She couldn't even finish masturbating, which she was convinced was one of the most frustrating things a person could go through.

She couldn't help it. It was hard to masturbate to Samei's brains.

Also massive death and destruction. But she was getting used to that one.

Wow. That was a sad statement. How psychopathic did you have to be before that crosses your mind?

Giving up on sleeping, she decided to meditate. She didn't know when she had learned mediation, but she was pretty sure she knew how to mediate. Another mystery to the box, she supposed.

She sat up in her bed, leaning against the wall. The bed was much smaller than her Captain's bed, as her Captain's bed was a king size bed and this was a regular full bed. It was equally comfortable, she supposed. At least in terms of mattress support and firmness. Shachi and Penguin had decorated the room with green accents (she didn't ask how they knew her favorite color), with a dark green comforter, a light green shower curtain in the bathroom, and even a painting hung up on the wall. There was a small desk on the opposite corner of the room from the bed, with a bookshelf adjacent to it. The bookshelf had the same spill proof bars as her Captain's shelves did, with one main exception.

There were no books in her shelf.

Bepo, Minnow and Is were going to buy some. They were. But Is had been so distracted by everything that they hadn't had time to do so on that first day in Tortuga. Samei had promised to buy her some.

Apparently he had. They remained unwrapped on her desk next to the sunglasses he had bought her.

She closed her eyes to the image, breathing in deeply and focusing solely on what she felt physically. Her heart as it beat slowly in her chest. Her lungs as they expanded and contracted. Her arms as they dangled in her lap. Even with her eyes closed the visions came at her in furious waves, almost angered at her for ignoring them. But she focused on her body rather than her mind, taking comfort in reminding herself of what was real.

She didn't know how long she'd been in that state, legs crossed as she leaned back against the wall. After many, many breathes and heartbeats, the visions finally slowed. They became reasonable and more intelligible. Curious at this sudden change, her focus switched from her body to her mind as she took a passive view. Is frowned, as one in particular caught her attention — It was the icy mountains she had seen earlier that week.

Or was it the day before?

What day was it?

She found herself transported to that stage again. The snow swirled around her, distorting the vision of the marine warship slightly.

There were large steel doors embedded into the mountain side. There stood her Captain in all of his glory. He looked even more muscular than he was now, if that were possible. His hat was changed as well, meaning that it was not within the next year or so. There was no sign of his crew anywhere, but the Marine Captain he spoke with seemed angered, yelling at him.

Is continued to watch for a while as the Straw Hats appear with giant children. She almost laughed at the look on her Captain's face.

Her heart beat a little faster, and the illusion of control was shattered. She ignored the flurry of images, touching her chest lightly. She breathed in, a small smile on her face as she enjoyed the lightness that was suddenly there. For one shinning moment, she was happy even if she didn't know why.

Butterflies danced within her chest for a moment longer, and she stifled a giggle before the realization ripped at her. Isabelle's smile fell.

She was more than physically attracted to him.

Fuck.

In frustration, Is threw a pillow at the wall. This wasn't fair. But she knew this feeling in her chest, and knew what it was a precursor to. She put her head in her hands and began to groan quietly, falling back onto the bed and wondering where everything had gone so wrong. Had her life always been this fucked up? The clear insanity, constant visions, becoming the reason that Samei died, and finally beginning to fall for the one man who would never reciprocate.

As quickly as the flutter had come, it left, leaving her feeling empty instead. She knew what she needed, but she no longer had an excuse to have it. She had her own room now. He clearly was happy about having her out of his room, she was sure of it.

No one would ever love someone as broken as she.

With that thought was the tattooed man. He appeared in a café across the street from her, smiling at a young asian woman, their hands intertwined lovingly. Rage burned in her chest as she stood from her bed and cursed herself. This was ridiculous. Enough was enough.

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Law tossed. And turned. And tossed again. Nothing seemed to help. Even with the rum he had, he couldn't fall asleep. He had already forgotten how hard it was to without her in his arms. With a sigh, he sat up.

He had switched back to the simple pajama pants without a shirt again, as he had always preferred being shirtless when sleeping anyway. He got hot too easily. Maybe that was why he liked holding Is while he slept; she always seemed a little cold to the touch, as if she herself was cold but just never noticed.

He leaned against his headboard as he thought about her eyes as he had left the rec room this evening. Those emotions in her eyes when he had casually told her that she could freely stay in her own room… She had been disappointed. Sad, disappointed, and even a bit betrayed.

She had slept just fine back in Tortuga, hadn't she?

Except she showered in the middle of the night. Law frowned. Why did she shower in the middle of the night? The room had been silent previously. Maybe she had woken up in the middle of the night and needed a shower? It couldn't have been the same reason that he had needed either of his showers — she was under too close of watch to have pulled off mass murder or bringing a man to her room.

Law's hands crossed behind his head. That look in her eyes… did she… perhaps… had she also caught feelings?

There was a sudden, unexplained anxiety in his chest, and he stood from his bed. Using one hand, he rubbed at the spot and frowned, trying to squash his damnable emotions.

No. She couldn't have possible caught feelings as he had. Even if she had… would starting something even be worth it? Logically, there was no reason to it besides a more continuous stream of sex.

Which was a rather persuasive argument, but that wasn't the point.

Yet even now he was pacing his room wanting nothing more than to have her in his arms again. He stopped pacing. If he wasn't going to sleep, then perhaps he could get some training in. After a defeated sigh and a scratch to the back of his head, he fought a groan in the frustration of it all. Wasn't the rum supposed to numb you to your emotions? Instead, it had knocked down his walls and left him more vulnerable to them. Vulnerable, but yet… happy.

It was a weird sensation. He turned to his door, determined to use exercise to forget if rum wasn't doing the trick. Law opened his bedroom door and froze in place, his breath caught somewhere in his throat.

There she was, the object of his affliction, standing on the other side with her hand raised to knock. Is looked as surprised as he was.

For a moment, they just observed each other. Neither wanted to give in first. Then—

"I… I couldn't sleep, Captain."

A grin tugged at his lips as his heartbeat went wild in his chest. Internally, he tried to fight his elation only to give up.

"I can see that."

She glared lightly at him before sighing in defeat. "Could you… I don't know… cut me some more or something?"

Law had heard of midnight fantasies being fulfilled, but this was something else. He stepped away from the doorway to let her in, tilting his head towards his bathroom. She pushed the door open and took a seat on his bathroom counter. There was a stubborn tilt to her already stubborn chin, and a small frown adorning her bushy brows. Her short, messy, blonde hair almost glowed in the light of the bathroom, and Law felt the corner of his mouth twitch. Instead, he reached for the small towel on top of the dresser and pulled out his scalpel. He positioned himself in front of her, standing between her legs and twirling the scalpel with anticipation as he tried to decide where to cut first.

Her chest was more revealed than usual in this top, and Law decided he wanted to see how well this scalpel could cut into her ribs. Normally a surgeon would use a bone saw, but he had just sharpened this particular scalpel.

Besides, once he removed the skin he could just break off the ribs with his hand.

He set to work, skinning her upper chest and pulling the back the skin. She sighed contentedly. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked her.

"Couldn't you?"

He scoffed. "I've suffered insomnia a long time."

She paused for a moment, before shifting slightly. Her voice trailed off slowly when she spoke, almost as if she were speaking to herself. "… I should know that, shouldn't I…"

He shrugged, concentrating on his work. He watched with satisfaction as her lungs filled with air and emptied themselves behind her rib cage. He'd need to break through her manubrium or her ribs if he wanted access to her beating heart. He'd also have to reach lower. Instead, he carved his pirate flag into her chest bone with the scalpel.

"… You always look so damn happy when you're cutting into me."

He hummed in agreement. He wrapped his fingers around her second ribbed to break it. Before he could, he looked into her hazel eyes and realized his mistakes of the night.

His first had been drinking. His second had been letting her try sleeping in her own room. His third had been this position. His fourth had been to look into her eyes.

They were soft, vulnerable, and open to him. There was a trust in them, an intensity of emotions that set his chest ablaze. His grip on her rib tightened, pulling her unconsciously closer. The tingle that made him want to shiver ran through his fingers and down his spine as he suddenly forgot to breathe. Their faces were mere inches apart, his breath ghosting over her face as he realized that both of their lips were ever so slightly parted. His fingertips could feel her heart as it beat faster.

In that moment, he knew she wanted it as much as he did. He could see it in her eyes.

He bent his lips forward and pressed them on hers. It was meant as a gentle movement — or as gentle as you can be with someone's exposed rib in your grip. He had definitely intended it to be gentle.

But the moment their lips had touched, something happened. It was as if the outside world ceased to exist. The electricity surged between them, stealing his breath again and setting his body ablaze. He pressed against her, enthralled and high on the sensation as it coursed through his veins. He couldn't have let go if he wanted to. He removed his hand from her rib to pull her closer from the back of her neck. There was a wet sensation on his chest as her blood spilled on him, setting a fire through his already electrified veins.

His other hand dropped the scalpel on the countertop as he reached to pull her hips closer to his. Vaguely, he registered that her legs had wrapped themselves around his hips, one hand as intertwined with his hair as his was with her hair. The other hand was dancing across his chest, and he growled softly at the feather light tingles that were sent through his body. The kiss turned from gentle exploration to a battle for dominance between the two of them as they made out in their fit of passion. Her fingers scratched at his chest, and he groaned softly as he bruised her hips with his hand. He tugged on her hair, forcing her head back as his tongue dove in to explore her mouth, earning him a low moan from her. Somehow the electric sensations seemed to grow in intensity with every increased level of intimacy.

This thought left him panting with anticipation. He pulled her even closer against him, earning a small gasp from the seer. Her free hand was dragging her nails roughly against his back. He pulled her head back from him, panting as he attempt to gain some semblance of control over himself.

But one look into those lust-filled eyes and Law was lost. He was completely intoxicated with her, and they had only kissed.

What had he done?

He didn't care. He just wanted more — he needed more.

He attacked her lips again, noticing that they were as sweet to taste as he had hoped that they would be. He bit down and she moaned as he lapped at the blood. The salty taste of the blood mixed with her own sweetness, and Law fought his own moan.

If things continued in this way, he would not last long at all.

Well, not long for him.

It did not take long for her shirt to end up ripped open, exposing her breasts which Law immediately began to roughly massage. A chorus of moans came from her as he pulled her forward with one hand and pinched the hardened nub with his other hand. Her chest had already healed, but the blood remained. Although it was beginning to dry off, it provided a lubrication of sorts for his fingers as they deftly made short work of the moaning blonde in front of him. She seemed to be lost in the sensations, and Law turned to her neck instead, biting down roughly, leaving a trail of deep bruises until he found a particularly sensitive spot on her shoulder. There he bit with prejudice, fighting a groan as she wiggled underneath him. Blood trickled down from the wound.

"… C-Captain…" came her breathless voice.

Fuck, that voice of hers. From sarcastically angry to lustfully begging.

He practically ripped off her shorts, pleased that she had not worn underwear under them. He spent the briefest of minutes exploring her with his hands, testing to see if she was a clit orgasmer or not.

Judging by the increased volume of moans, and the violence with which she clawed at his back, she was definitely a clit orgasmer. He proceeded to administer his attention there with one hand, holding her close with the other and trailing bruising bites down her chest and around her breasts. Somehow his own pants were pulled down in the process, but he wasn't sure how or which of them had done so. After another minute, Law's fingers left her clit to a moan of protest from her before pulling her from the counter. He gave her no warning as he slammed into her.

This was like nothing he had ever experienced. There were already stars in his eyes, and they had barely started. He bit her opposite shoulder as he began pulling in and out of her, continuing to administer to her clit as he wrapped his other free hand around her back, pulling her close as he slammed in and out of her, setting a fast pace with the same intensity of the rest of this experience. She had lost as much control as he, managing nothing more than to drag her nails roughly against his skin and moan loudly. He pulled away from her clit suddenly, grabbing the discarded scalpel from the counter and roughly cutting her chest open as he continued to pound into her. She gasped again as the scalpel clattered back to the counter. Her grip threatened to bruise his shoulders as he lapped and bit at the wound, exploring it with his tongue. His hand returned to its administrations on her clit, and he pulled one leg up towards his shoulder. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and he knew he'd found the spot.

He continued to roughly fuck this blood covered woman, rubbing her clit, forcibly exploring her flesh with his teeth and tongue while she devolved into a sweaty mass of moaning and pleading.

Even if the ship was destroyed in that moment, he doubted he would notice.

There was no room for worry in his mind. He felt her shudder as she approached her orgasm. Honestly, he didn't feel far behind her. He leaned up, biting her neck again as she moaned his title again. He growled. That wasn't what he wanted.

"Say… my name…" he panted out

"Ah—! Ah… fuck… I … L-Law—!"

He groaned loudly, biting her hard as he increased his pace. He knew he was close.

She moaned loudly and her body went rigid for a moment. Her voice tightly whispered again, "Ah—! L-Law!" before convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm.

His name on her lips pushed him over the edge, and he came in her, also shuddering at the pure intensity.

If he was a lesser man, he surely would have passed out. As it was, he was practically laying on her, still on his bathroom counter and surrounded by a pool of blood. His pajamas were as ruined as hers were. They were both attempting to remember how breathing worked.

Fuck, why hadn't he done this sooner?

Shit, had it really happened?

Suddenly, he realized exactly what they had just done. There was no going back now. Something as simple as a kiss could have been explained away. It could have been forgotten.

But this?

Shit, he'd never even asked her. Fuck.

What if she hadn't wanted this?

There was laughter underneath him, and he managed to pull himself enough off of the young woman underneath him to gaze tiredly into her eyes. Her voice was breathless and low with sex.

"Jesus, Captain. I came in here for a bit of mutilation, but this was so much better."

He grinned at her despite himself. She sighed in contentment, running her hands through his hair as he rested his chin on her chest. Her back rested against the wall connected to his countertop. He regained some semblance of order to his thoughts. "… Visions?"

"Gone. Long gone. Hopefully never coming back."

He frowned at this. "Bad ones?"

She averted her eyes and spoke casually. "Oh… You know… the usual."

Law narrowed his eyes, and leaned forward to bite her clavicle. Hard. She glared at him.

"Fine. I meditated and things happened, and I was able to concentrate on one vision and get a bit more information, but then I was… distracted by something."

He stood up, leaning over her. He didn't speak, using his eyes to ask the question in his mind.

After a moment, she grumbled. "… It was the fucking tattooed man, alright."

Law frowned. "Tattooed man?"

"Yeah. Some guy with a really, ridiculously intricate tattoo on his arm. I see visions of him and his son sometimes."

Law froze. It wasn't possible. She couldn't still be seeing them… could she? It had to be someone else.

"I think that they're someone I've lost before. They remind me of… Of Samei…"

There was a pause, hers contemplative and Law's contrite. She shook herself then laughed lightly at herself. "Sorry, Captain. I guess I don't have the greatest pillow talk. Although this is hardly a pillow. Is it okay if I shower here?"

Law sighed. "Go ahead. I think I need one, too."

She grinned. "Hot sex and then a shower — tonight is shaping up to be a great night."

Law smirked. It was likely that if she stayed in his bed tonight that she would get more of that "hot sex." And she would stay in his bed tonight. If she was seeing visions of her former lover and son still…

Not for the first time, he worried that he had given her the wrong commands.

He would have to ask Shakky. They would arrive in Sabaody tomorrow. They had taken their time, choosing to stay in relatively safe deep waters to celebrate first.

At least Is didn't know who they were exactly. He didn't know what he would do if she found out.

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Is watched her Captain from the shower. He was so distracted he hadn't even noticed her jumping into the shower. She let him be. They had sex — they weren't lovers. They weren't dating. They never would.

He had a few different possible futures in front of him, but none of them involved a long-term partner. The most likely was that her Captain would grow old enough to be an older bachelor like many old pirates. Then he would die earlier than most people, like any proper pirate. The only ones he would leave behind would be his crew.

He would grow tired of her eventually. She hoped that she would grow tired of him eventually as well.

Even as she thought that, she knew she wouldn't.

She was well and truly fucked.

She sighed as she continued to scrub herself. He finally pulled back the curtain and joined her, before holding her from behind and pressing her against the wall, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. Is gasped at the mingled pain and pleasure, one arm reaching behind her to begin to stroke him. Surprisingly, he was ready for another round. She was mildly impressed, as it had been under 10 minutes since he came last.

Is grinned, eager to forget her melancholy.

At least it was a good fuck.

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Well. That escalated quickly.

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