Lor blinked lazily. Hot. It was really hot. She hated heat. Wasn't there somewhere cool? Ah. Refrigerator. Slowly she rolled to her feet. It took a lot of effort. How troublesome. And now she had to walk all the way to the kitchen… Where was the kitchen?
She let her feet carry her. They should know where the kitchen was.
When her feet finally stopped, she looked blearily around the room. Table. Chairs. Knives. Giant white box. Handsome man in ugly orange hat. Giant white box.
Giant white box.
Eyes trained on the object, she walked towards it and pulled the door open. She was greeted by a welcome blast of cool air. Not enough.
Ace watched, torn between worry and amusement as the green haired girl tried to stuff herself into the fridge. She wouldn't fit the right way up, so she twisted herself into strange angles and tried to squish into the shelves that way. Apparently the food got in her way because she tossed things out of the fridge before crawling back in. The door shut.
Ace waited a minute, two minutes.
Fridges didn't exactly circulate oxygen.
Yanking the door open, he pulled the reluctant girl out. She made a strange noise in her throat, reaching for the coolness of the fridge. Ace sighed. Keeping an arm looped around her waist, holding her back, his other hand tossed the food back into the fridge before slamming the door shut.
"Uhhh… I'll pretend I didn't see you two," Kuzuri said, nervous. Damn. The captain was going to find out, and he was going to be pissed.
"No, no! Hey, wait!" Ace called out.
"I won't tell captain," Kuzuri said quickly.
"You're misunderstanding!" Ace said, frustrated. "Do you know anywhere with air conditioning? She just tried to lock herself in the fridge."
"Snowman!" Lor giggled, reaching out towards Kuzuri.
Immediately forgetting that Ace was practically hugging the girl, Kuzuri stared at her strangely. Yeah. Something was wrong with her right now.
"Captain's room," Kuzuri said.
Ace thanked him and proceeded to drag the girl.
He knocked on Law's door. Nobody answered. Brows furrowed, he pounded. Still no answer. Praying that the man would not murder him for this, he opened the door, and saw that nobody was there. Sighing in relief, he pulled the girl in, and shut the door. It was neat, for the most part. Only the desk and the bookshelf were crammed full, and he didn't even want to go near there. Thankfully the remote for the air conditioner was on the bedside table. He turned it on, and was met with a blast of cold air. He turned to see Lor smiling dazedly, hair blown back by the strong wind.
Then her hands started moving. His eyes widened and he hurriedly left. He didn't need to see that.
"LOOOOOORRRR!" Luffy screamed. "MEEEAAATT!"
"Mugiwara-ya," Law warned as Luffy ran screaming into the mess hall.
The boy paid him no mind.
"Luffy," Ace called.
The boy immediately shut up and bounded over to his brother. Law sighed. Then he perked up, glancing around. Where was Lor? It was past time for her to start making dinner.
"Where's Lor-ya?" Law asked the room.
"I think she's still in your room, captain," Kuzuri called out.
Law raised his eyebrow, but headed for his room. What would she be doing in there? And what did Kuzuri mean by 'still'?
He opened his door, only to feel a shock of cold run over him. What the… He walked in, shivering, and turned off the air conditioner. He hadn't left it running. He knew that much. So…
He scanned the room, looking for his cook.
And he found a bundle in his bed, green sticking out from under the blankets. He smirked. There she was.
Law stalked towards her. He didn't mind having her in his bed. He didn't mind at all. But right now she had to make dinner.
"Lor-ya," he said softly, shaking her shoulder. "Wake up, Lor-ya."
"Mph. Hot," she muttered, and burrowed further into his bed.
"Lor-ya, you have to make dinner," Law said sternly.
"No. Hot. Don't like hot."
Law sighed. With a jerk, he yanked the blanket off her. Stared for a second, and flung it back onto her. He ignored the heat rising to his face. For the first time, he noticed the clothes lying carelessly on his floor.
She was wearing panties, but that was it. She was in his bed, almost completely naked…
Law fought to keep back a wave of arousal. He succeeded. Barely.
"Lor-ya, why are you naked?" Law asked.
"Hot."
"You have to get up and cook," Law told her.
Heaving a sigh, she sat up, the blanket thankfully still hiding her chest. Law turned around, facing the door. He would leave, but she might just flop back into bed. He heard clothes rustle, and faint sounds come from the girl as she struggled to get the clothes on, but she was finally done. She tugged on his sleeve.
He turned to look at her… only to fall speechless once again. He had to fight the urge to tear the clothes off and take her then and there.
She was wearing nothing but her panties and one of his hoodies. It fell to mid-thigh, hiding enough, but it was his clothing on her. Just having his jolly roger on her would make him happy. His hoodie and jolly roger on her made him downright possessive.
Hand still gripping his sleeve, she cocked her head, and he groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back for a moment. Don't get aroused. Do not get aroused. Taking a deep breath he looked back down at her.
"Let's go," he told her curtly.
The moment they entered the mess hall, it fell silent, everyone staring at them. Law raised an eyebrow, and they turned away. But he understood why they still stared, more discreetly now. She was holding his sleeve—and he wasn't pushing her away—with a sleepy look on her face while wearing his hoodie. Not to mention she had come out of his room.
Basically everything about her shouted 'slept with the captain!'
Law didn't mind letting them assume. It just meant they knew she belonged to him. Not that they didn't know before. He just needed to remind a certain fire user. If he could get the glaring hints through the man's thick skull.
He didn't think Ace wasn't stupid. Not as much as his idiot little brother, at least. But just in case. Law gave Lor a little push towards the kitchen, before frowning at her back. The girl walked as if daydreaming. He cocked his head a little, deep in thought. Now where had he seen this before?
Within moments he heard her rummaging for ingredients before starting to prepare. Very soon the smells of food began to waft out, making Luffy bounce impatiently, arm starting to stretch as the fingers crawled towards the kitchen. Law 'accidentally' stepped on the hand, making it snap back. He ignored the hurt look Luffy sent him.
"Dinner," Lor said in her monotone, but something was off about it. It sounded… fluffy? If fluffy could be used to describe a sound, of course.
The crew and their guests—two of them, at least—pounced. And then…
"Blood!" Kuzuri freaked.
That drew everyone's eyes, except Luffy. Lor blinked, realizing everyone was staring at her. She frowned, cocking her head as she stared back.
"You're bleeding!" Ace stood suddenly, then hesitated, conflicted between her injury and food.
Lor blinked again, expression blank. She looked down. "Ah."
Law was at her side in a second. He examined her hand with professional detachment, but that disappeared in the blink of an eye as he brought her hand up to his mouth and licked off the blood.
She didn't react, only staring hazily at him, but the crew jumped in surprise at the uncharacteristic action.
Relieved that someone was taking care of her, Ace sat back down, once again fighting his little brother for food.
Law cleaned off all the blood before frowning at the cut. It wasn't too deep. But there was a slash across his cook's hand. And she had never been clumsy. It worried him that she didn't even notice until someone mentioned it. His hand still wrapped gently around her wrist, he pushed his forehead against hers. She didn't have a fever. But the dazed look on her face and her general lack of attention was definitely not normal.
"There's blood on your clothes too," Kuzuri pointed out.
Lor looked down again, making a small sound of realization. A soft tug, and her hand was out of Law's grasp. Her hands reached down to the hem and began pulling up.
She had revealed her belly button when they realized what was happening. Their eyes made their way down to innocent white panties. Almost the entire crew spouted nosebleeds, and were forced to hold napkins to their noses to prevent the blood from spraying across the table. Bepo was unaffected because he was a bear, Ace and Luffy weren't paying attention to anything but food, and Law was… Well, Law was Law.
Before she could pull the hoodie up any further and reveal any more skin, he gripped her wrists firmly, forcing her to drop the cloth. It fell back to mid-thigh where it belonged.
He wanted to be angry with her, but he couldn't. Not when she didn't seem to have any idea what she was doing. The normal Lor wouldn't strip in front of people. She may have changed in front of him once, but that was different. Her back had been turned. The normal Lor would notice if she was hurt. The normal Lor—though it stung to think it—would not sleep in his bed, half naked or not, and would not wear his clothes when she had her own lying around.
Law sighed. Ignoring dinner—he could grab leftovers later—he led her to the infirmary, where he disinfected and bandaged her hand. Then he brought her to his room and left her there. She would know what to do.
He returned to the mess hall and froze. He could have slapped himself in the forehead.
With those two gluttons around, how could he think there would be leftovers?