Law finished straightening out his bed as he heard Nayla turn the water at the sink on. He glanced over at the chest of drawers near the sofa noticing that the one he'd cleaned out for her yesterday afternoon was only partially closed. Obstructed from fully shutting by the fabric from an item of her clothing.

After she had finished painting Jeff's nails a tacky, coral pink – he rolled his eyes at the memory, she'd spent the rest of her evening in here, selecting and unpacking some of her things into it and he had offhandedly noticed it was shut neatly when he came in here to sleep.

Nayla must have closed it sloppily when she got up in the middle of the night to pull something out of it. She'd said something about how she couldn't sleep because she could hear Jeff's hands fidgeting in his desk drawer and figured they must have been cold and uncomfortable in there.

Law pulled his hoodie on, picked up his Nodachi and walked into his living quarters to his desk, curious to see what she had gotten up to do during the night.

Leaning his weapon against the side and sitting in his chair, he pulled open the drawer he'd carelessly tossed Jeff's hands into to find Nayla had lovingly wrapped them in the fabric of one of her unpacked tops.

Despite her volatile temper and violent profession, he couldn't help but notice she was an oddly considerate and kind person at heart. Strangely polite at times too – a habit he put down to whatever her upbringing had been like. He'd noticed it several times now, that even when she was angry with someone, she couldn't help but be soft with them.

'Probably a little too soft,' he thought with a shake of his head as he closed the drawer again. Not a compatible trait for a beheading mercenary.

Law looked through the archway dividing his quarters as Nayla left the bathroom. She spared him a questioning look as she walked past it. "You're still here?"

"Shouldn't I be?" He ruffled his hair a little, deciding it was still a little too damp to pull his hat on as she walked out of sight towards the drawers.

"Just figured you'd have left for breakfast already is all." He heard her pull open, what he assumed was, the drawer that had her own stuff in it and root through her clothing.

"Not yet."

"Aww, you waiting for me again? That's nice of you."

He smiled a little at the mockingly sweet tone she used, obviously still a little peeved at his teasing. "If you don't hurry up and shower, breakfast will be over before you get downstairs."

"I'm not a morning showerer. I usually shower in the evenings."

"Evenings?" He reiterated, watching as she peered around the edge of the archway, furrowing her brows at his desk in thought.

"Yeah. I'll never understand morning showerers. You get all nice and clean, collect filth all day then drag it back into bed with you."

"You'd rather start the day covered in the sweat you exuded overnight?"

She wrinkled her nose at that as she walked over to him, carrying the skirt she'd retrieved; green and black plaid today apparently. "Ew no, but they say showering at night helps you to relax and sleep better. Something that maybe you'd benefit from." She looked at his bags pointedly. "Besides, wouldn't you rather be nice and clean before pulling on your jammies and snuggling into bed?"

"I don't know what you do all day Nayla-ya but most people aren't caked in filth before they get into bed." Guessing she was searching for the black tank top she had placed in the drawer for Jeff, he pulled it open and tugged it out.

She took the top from him as he held it up for her, looking in pity at the poor hands that he had just caused to thump harshly into the bare wood of the drawer with the action.

"Not caked in it or anything but that feeling of curling up for the night freshly showered and cuddling with your freshly showered lover in freshly laundered jammies and freshly laundered bedding? Everything warm, clean and fragrant? There are few sweeter pleasures in this world, Law." She leant down to rub Jeff's harshly treated hands apologetically, smiling as they seemed soothed by her touch and tried to grab onto her fingers.

"…I'm not much of a 'cuddler.'" Law said levelly, watching her stroke his crewmember's hands as if they were some kind of weird pet.

"No, I didn't think you would be." She laughed, planting a small kiss on the back of one of Jeff's hands before shutting the drawer again gently.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go change behind closed doors. Like a decent human being." She shot him a half-amused, half-annoyed look before walking away and re-entering the bathroom.

Law sighed to himself realising he was smiling again. He was pretty sure he'd managed to absolutely enrage her beyond her senses just yesterday, he wondered how they had already managed to slip into this strangely pleasant back and forth again so quickly...Maybe he should shove her off of something higher next time, he thought with a cynical snort, glancing offhandedly at her Den Den Mushi on his desk.

He hadn't really allowed himself to dwell on what she had called him to her agent on the phone yesterday, immediately dismissing what she had said to be a placating lie for the agent's benefit…and if by some chance it hadn't been then he had made it perfectly clear that she was under the wrong impression at lunch. He was not her friend…

Law was surprised to find himself suddenly wondering what her relationship to the swordsman from Strawhat's crew was…he'd put that stray, random thought down to her mention of 'cuddling' and 'lovers' he supposed.

It hadn't been the first time the question had crossed his mind. In fact it had been the first question that had crossed his mind the moment he'd seen her walking beside him, clinging to his arm, smiling…and the way she was laughing with him. That charming, happy, carefree giggle of hers with its little hint of mischief…Then there was the way the swordsman had immediately postured in his presence, the protective hold on her hip as he had walked past them, the heart wrenching way she had cried out for him when she thought he had been killed on Sabaody…maybe she had been stubbornly disobedient about reading the paper first because she was desperately looking for any news about the green-haired man.

Maybe he was the one she had been thinking of when she'd had that wonderful smile on her face just now, recalling warm memories of nights spent with a lover…

Law glanced back up as Nayla left the bathroom, now changed and heading over to the sofa she slept on with the neatly folded pile of clothing he'd leant her. She raised a curious brow at what he belatedly realised must have been an oddly solemn expression on his face as she walked past.

"Are you really already thinking that hard this early in the morning?"

"Must be nice to not have to think at all." He muttered, loud enough for her to have heard.

She reappeared at the archway free of her burden and supported herself against it with one hand as she pulled on her flats with her other.

"I think plenty." She scowled, setting her foot back down. "Coming to breakfast, Captain Grumpy?"

"I'll be down in a bit." She tilted her head, trying to work out what had soured his mood in the time she'd gotten dressed.

"Don't try to think that hard this early in the morning, Nayla-ya." He mocked, smirking as she narrowed her eyes.

"Starve. Ass." She seethed, angrily stomping her way through his living quarters and out of the door, slamming it shut behind her, just as she had done yesterday.

Law found himself smirking wider unwillingly after she left; it really was a pain that she looked so pretty when she was angry at him.

Law wasn't surprised to have found Nayla had finished her breakfast already when he arrived down to the messdeck; he had taken his time going down there after all. He found her stood behind Connor at his table conversing happily with him about what she had found interesting in the book he had leant her. Jeff was gratefully clinging to her arm (as best as he was able to anyway) thanking her; seemed she'd forgiven him.

Nayla did notice his arrival to the messdeck though, with a devious smile that made him immediately suspicious. Looking over at his own table as he walked towards it, he zeroed in on the untied newspaper laying 'innocently' close to Penguin. He sent her a warning glare over his shoulder, to which she only smiled more widely in response. He didn't give her the satisfaction of hurrying his pace, unworried and knowing full well his crewmembers wouldn't touch the paper until he'd had the chance to read it first.

Sitting at his table, he acknowledged the greeting of but then immediately tuned out the other men there as his eyes caught today's headline, complete with a photo of Strawhat on the front page. All thoughts of the pesky woman trying to get under his skin got pushed aside as he read through the featured article carefully; doubling back to look at the photo on the cover again in thought as his breakfast arrived.

Law pondered it a little as he ate, flipping through the pages for other news of interest today. He glanced up as he caught a glimpse of Nayla starting to leave the messdeck with Connor and Jeff in his peripheral vision. Remembering the devious smile she'd sent him as he arrived he flipped to the centrefold of the paper, lifting the enclosed bounty posters up to look at his own printed photo, wondering if she'd really dared a repeat offence so soon after her last one.

He slowed the chewing of his mouthful as he took in his own image. Seemed she had drawn in a Neanderthal-looking brow, lengthened his hair, given him an over-grown beard and had drawn over his Nodachi to fashion it into a club. His speech bubble today simply read "Ugg."

Her way of calling him a caveman he guessed, if he recalled her insults from the time he'd slung her over his shoulder and carried her back to the brig correctly.

Setting his fork down calmly; knowing without needing to confirm it that Nayla was watching his reaction carefully, he refrained from gritting his teeth as he neatly tore the page out. He ignored the questioning looks Penguin, Shachi and Bepo gave him as he folded it and looked up at her, seeing she was giving him a small wave and a 'sweet' smile as she left with his men.

"I can't tell ya how much I appreciate the help, lil lady…I really am sorry, ya know."

"It's fine, stop apologising already. It's really more for Connor's benefit anyway…poor guy, trying to do his own work and having you nag him until he helps you with yours too…Ya know, you don't have to, just let me do it." She sighed, watching him struggle to keep a firm grip on the mop he was attempting to clean the third floor's decking with between his wrists.

"And have you do all the work? No way! I-…" They watched the mop clang noisily to the floorboards as he lost his hold, again.

"You need a han-?..." He deadpanned at her from his half stooped position to pick it up. "Sorry." She managed out, trying not to laugh at the look on his face at her near-slip.

"I got it, you just carry on on your end. We'll never get done if you have to keep stopping to come down here and help me pick this stupid thing up." He muttered, managing – with great difficulty to lift the mop back up between his wrists.

"Is cleaning part of your punishment?" She asked, resuming mopping her part of the hallway as she saw he started working again.

"Nah, not this time. We have a cleaning and chore rota set for the whole crew but if someone's being punished the Captain usually makes them do the lot. We usually root for someone to misbehave just so they take our chores off of us." He carefully dipped and rang out the mop in the bucket beside him, having to use the crooks of his elbows to twist and squeeze out the excess moisture from it. Nayla had to admit; he'd managed to adjust pretty well to his handicap in such a short period of time. It made her wonder how often this happened to him…'Heh, handicap, wonder if anyone on the crew has used that one yet.'

"Captain didn't give me any extra chores though, probably because he knew I'd be too slow with no hands to get everything done. I was just unlucky enough to already be on the rota for this." He laughed, mopping slowly and carefully so as not to lose his loose hold on the wooden pole again.

"Yo! Nayla-chan, there you are."

"Heya Shachi." She looked up as he walked down the hall towards them.

"You're still lending this loser a hand?" Jeff glared at him, though she was unsure if it were the insult or the hand-pun that had irked him more. "You should let him suffer. You and Connor are way too soft on him." He muttered, crossing his arms and returning Jeff's dirty look.

"Well she isn't made of stone like you lot! Heartless bunch of bastards." Jeff mumbled turning away from him and resuming his (attempted) mopping.

"He'll be here all day if no one helps him." She sighed out, cleaning the floorboards in front of the lower deck entrance more firmly as she spotted the stubborn footprints there.

"Well it's hardly a punishment if he isn't. Anyway Nayla-chan, Captain was asking where you were, he'd like you to check-in with him. He's downstairs in the cockpit at the moment."

Nayla snorted in disdain at the thought of Law. "Well I'm busy, I'll 'check-in' with mommy when I'm done."

"Well, he made it kinda clear he wanted to see you as soon as possible. He hasn't seen you since breakfast." Shachi explained uncomfortably at her quickly spiked anger, hoping she wouldn't shoot the messenger.

"Well I'm tired of your captain treating me like a naughty child that can't behave themselves. As far as I'm concerned that rude prick can suck my fucking ass cheek. If he's so concerned about what I'm up to then he can come see me his damn self."

"That sounds like a good idea, Nayla-ya."

She whirred around to look behind her, holding the end of the mop up defensively and expecting to see Law towering over her. She turned her head downwards in confusion as she heard Law speak again, noticing with dread that she was stood beside the open voicepipe of the lower deck's entrance.

"Stay right there."

That tone was bad, extremely bad. It was way too calm. It had sent a stronger, sharper chill through her than when he'd explicitly stated he'd kill her in cold blood if she betrayed him or his crew just yesterday.

Nayla turned back to Shachi and Jeff, hoping to see from their expressions that her sudden fear was unfounded, that she was overreacting but she found they were gawking at her with open mouths.

"Oh damn…you've done it now, lil lady." Jeff eventually said quietly.

"I-It can't be that bad…I've done worse than call him names…Right, Shachi?" She looked at him nervously, gripping the end of her mop mercilessly.

To her horror, Shachi took his hat off and held it over his heart as if he were silently mourning her as his response. She looked past him at the stairwell, hearing footsteps and seeing the top of distinctly messy, black bedhead beginning to appear from the floor below.

"Crap." Nayla dropped the mop and sprinted down the hall in the opposite direction, looking for a place to duck out of sight. She knew she wouldn't be able to avoid Law forever but she could damn well avoid him until he'd cooled down a little at least.

Before she could open the door of the nearest storage room, she felt his piercing gaze burn into her back as he spotted her. "Nayla-ya."

She lowered her hand from its doorknob reluctantly, biting her lips together and turning back around to face him. The two men in the hallway seemed to back away from the dark aura he was emitting in fear as he strode past them and towards her. Jeff abandoned his own mop as he scurried down the hall with Shachi, they took to the stairs seeming to not want to get caught up in the crossfire of their captain's practically palpable fury.

Law didn't have his Nodachi with him. That was either a good sign - he hadn't brought it because he wasn't intending to slice her into pieces, or it was a bad sign - he'd been so hell-bent on catching her that he'd left it behind in his hurry and rage.

Nayla hoped it wasn't the latter and that he couldn't see the gulp she'd just taken as she watched her friends disappear up the stairs and out of sight, suddenly feeling very alone and a lot more timid than she'd ever like to admit as Law came to a stop in front of her, bearing down on her with his presence and angry glare.

"Hello, Law." She greeted politely, offering a meek smile.

He leaned in closely to her face, pressing a hand to the wall beside it. "What have I told you about disrespecting me in front of my men? I made myself clear, I won't tolerate it." His voice was entirely calm but was dripping with malice, she'd not seen him this furious with her since she'd spat on him.

She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling her mouth run dry. "So you did, sorry about that. It must have slipped my mi-" He slammed his free hand to the wall on the other side of her face, cutting her off and making her flinch.

"You think some half-assed, insincere apology is going to do it, Nayla? Don't you think I've been patient enough with you?"

"Well, I-"

"You've been pushing your luck since the moment you got here and I'm getting sick of your behaviour…You're damn lucky you aren't a man."

She stopped avoiding his gaze like a child being scolded and looked back up at him. "…Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Oh...well...look at that. Guess you have some shred of chivalry in you after all. So what, Law, you're saying you'd have hit me by now if I had been?"

"I'd have killed you by now if you had been."

"Well how thoughtful of you to be so fucking kind!"

"Don't you dare yell at me."

"Or what? You really want me to be nice to you and not bad mouth you at every opportunity I get after all the shit you've pulled? Please! And anytime I try to put aside the fact that you fucking KIDNAPPED me and be civil with you, you throw it right back in my face with your assy behaviour. You're out of line!"

"I'M out of line?! Are you really this dense?! Do you even realise where you are right now?! You're on board a PIRATE ship Nayla! Do you have any idea how much worse this could be for you?! Do you have ANY idea what any other group of pirates would be using you for right now?!"

Getting over her shock at seeing Law lose his temper and hearing him raise his voice at her she shook her head, processing what he said. "…So…let me get this straight…you think I should be grateful that you aren't a bunch of women-sharing rapists? That's your battlecry here? That I don't know how good I've got it and that I should be grateful you're so fucking nice to me? Do you even HEAR yourself when you speak you arrogant FUCK?!"

"Why is it so difficult for you to just BEHAVE YOURSELF?!"

"Why is it so difficult for you to stop being such a snarky, little BITCH?!"

"You first."

She openly gasped at his throw back. "You can't call me a bitch!"

"Why not? You've called me practically everything you could think of so far. Again, you think that just because you're a woman you're entitled to double standards." He snarled, leaning dangerously close to her face to speak lowly and calmly.

"Listen here, woman. I'm not going to keep taking insults from some sad, short, messed up little tramp with such bad 'daddy issues' that she drops her last name and seeks false affection from any man that'll give it to her using over-sexualised behaviour in a pathetic attempt to fill the loveless void in her shallow, little soul."

She gaped at him before finally finding her voice. "You…nasty, fucking bastard…What's YOUR excuse, hmm? You think you're such a stellar example of good parenting? Did you even have a dad raise you? Or did he just club your mother over the head, have his way with her then leave when he was finished? That where you picked up your behaviour?"

"Watch your fucking mouth! I'm NOT going to take that from a woman who's shorter than my sword!"

She blinked at his sudden re-explosion after he'd managed to calm himself down; this was the first time she'd ever heard him swear. She leant her own face closer to his with a challenging snarl of her own before speaking in the deadly calm tone that he'd just lost.

"Oh yeah? Well I'm not going to take shit from some pathetic, egotistical asshole who's so self-conscious about his DICK size that he feels the need to compensate for it by carrying around a six foot long sword all day!"

"I-!" They both turned to look towards the source of the low hiss and 'ooo,' finding they'd come from Jeff and Shachi who were peering down the staircase at them at the other end of the hall. Realising they'd been spotted and seeing the look on their captain's face, they quickly sprinted the rest of the way back up the stairs and out of sight, desperate not to incur his unleashed wrath on themselves.

Law turned back to her as he heard her fail to smother a soft noise, feeling slightly worried for a split second that he might have caused her to cry but found her pursing her lips together tightly as she looked up at him.

"…You can't possibly be finding this funny." He said in utter disbelief as he looked down at her.

"A little." She admitted, finally failing to stop her small smile.

"What's so funny about this?"

"I've never seen you lose your temper before."

"…Did you enjoy it?" He deadpanned at her.

"Yes, actually. I can see why you do it to me so often." She laughed.

Law found himself smiling a little at that even though he didn't want to. There was nothing he should find humorous about how she'd made him lose his temper like that.

He sighed, relaxing his tense frame and leaning back on the hands he'd placed on the wall to give her more space, only now realising how closely he'd moved in when he had started yelling at her.

She'd done an excellent job of grating on his nerves since…well since the day he'd met her and she'd flipped him off. He hadn't once risen to it, always choosing to keep his cool instead. This was long overdue, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd shouted like that but he felt a lot better for it.

Law matched her amused eye contact. "…You and I both know that sword isn't compensating for anything, Nayla-ya." He defended lowly, expecting to rekindle the waning embers of her anger at the reminder of their explicit interaction in his bedroom.

"No, I don't know that." His eyes widened at the honeyed tone she replied in, watching the smile on her lips grow as he felt her place her hands gently on the top of his thighs.

"...You didn't get a good enough look this morning?" He looked down between them to watch her slide her fingers up softly, pushing the hem of his hoodie to the waistband of his pants, feeling the graze of her long nails against his denim.

"Nope." She slid her fingers along the waistline of his jeans on either side, working her way slowly towards the button above his fly.

"…You didn't get a good enough feel the other day?" She glanced up at the incredibly husky tone his voice took, feeling more than a little lust in response to it and the way he was looking at her now.

"Nope." She hooked a finger through the empty rungs of his waistband on either side of the button, where he would have thread a belt if he wore one.

"And I suppose you're not going to take my word for it?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Definitely not, you'll have to prove it to me." She whispered back, keeping his intense eye contact as she pulled gently, bringing his hips to hers by the fabric she'd slipped her fingers through. He released a small sigh of satisfaction as her soft mounds pressed against his chest as she brought him closer, smiling a little as she stepped on tiptoes to bring her face nearer to his own.

Law willed his hands to remain where they were, pushing them more firmly into the metal wall behind her, trying not to encourage this any further and to walk away…but he felt one betray him as it moved to grip her chin, gently tilting her face to bring her lips in line with his.

Nayla watched his eyes leave hers to gaze at them, seeming to have an inward struggle with himself as he held her there. She licked them, deliberately slowly, pressing her chest more firmly to his and tightening her tug on him, willing him to forsake whatever small resistance was holding him back now.

He exhaled audibly at her open encouragement and made no move to stop her as she reduced the small gap between them to nothing, closing his eyes as she moved to kiss him.

Feeling her stop hauntingly close and smile against his lips, he snapped his eyes open as she abruptly released him, standing back on the flats of her feet and looking up at him with a teasing, satisfied smirk. Law furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment at her sudden retreat before he felt the haze of lust clear as he realised she'd just done to him what he'd done to her on his bed.

He clenched his jaw, at the sly look she gave him as she turned to leave, grabbing her shoulder and slamming her back flat against the wall once more, startling her with his sudden and forceful contact.

Nayla barely had a split second to process the look on his face that made it clear he would not be played with like this before he leant in to her neck. She gasped loudly as he sank his teeth aggressively into the side of it with an irritated growl, pressing her hard against the cold metal wall, his frustration with her clear in his voice and in the harshness of the sucks he gave over the bite he'd left on her flesh.

She raised her hands to his chest instinctively to push him back, feeling her head lighten dangerously under his touch. Law gripped her wrists, roughly pulling her hands out from between them and pressing his body more firmly against hers as he grazed her skin with his teeth, licking and sucking harder as she gasped again.

Nayla bit her lips together, trying not to let another traitorous sound escape her as she felt the denim of his thigh slide itself between her own, pushing the hem of her short skirt up. She closed her eyes with a silent sigh as she felt the warmth of his clothed flesh press unashamedly against her through her panties.

It felt so good. Law's tongue roughly lapping the tender skin of her neck, his rapid breath dancing across the moistness he left behind, his hair brushing against the side of her face as he teased her, the scent of it and of him absolutely intoxicating, his hard body crushed against her - she wasn't sure if she were having trouble catching her breath because of the arousal he provoked in her or because he had crushed against her so firmly that her lungs were unable to fill, the contact of him against her womanhood…that undid her. She leant her head back, trying to remember why this was supposed to have been a bad idea.

Feeling her resistance against his grip slack, he immediately let go of her wrists, placing his hands on either of her bare thighs and lifting her with ease as he wrapped them around his waist.

"Law!" He slammed her roughly to the wall, silencing her protests as his mouth met her skin again.

Nayla gripped the fabric covering his shoulders tightly as she felt his hands glide the rest of the way up her skirt, he slid his fingers beneath the dainty straps of her panties and gripped her bare hips firmly, holding her in place as he planted kisses, sucks and teases over her skin.

The cold from the metal wall was soaking into her flesh from behind, the heat of Law's body was burning into her skin from in front, the sounds of his mouth and heavy breathing against her neck and the incredible feel of his hardening bulge pressed deeply against her was completely overloading her senses.

The smallest shifts in his movement was making the rough fabric of his jeans graze teasingly against her inner thighs, his slender waist fit between them so flawlessly, the hard hem of the material of his fly was aligned so perfectly with her opening that she was nearly convinced it had been intentional and he was grinding his growing erection so strongly against her that she was sure she could feel the fabric of her underwear being pushed into her slightly.

She should absolutely shove him away. He'd done nothing to deserve her, at all. This was supposed to be a simple evening of the score and a taunting walk-away.

That thought left her as Law moved his hands backwards to cup each of her cheeks beneath her panties, adjusting his stance slightly before thrusting his hips, slowly, deeply and fully against her. Nayla couldn't even believe the loud, involuntary moan that left her mouth belonged to her.

The scant material of her panties, the size of his restrained erection; he'd practically entered her with the depth and force of his thrust. She felt every ounce of her resistance crumble, succumbing to the intensity of the pleasure of him between her legs and burying her face into the crook of his neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders fully.

Trying to reign in her ragged breathing, she realised that his was not a lot steadier than her own; he'd stopped kissing her neck and had leant his forehead to the cold metal behind her. Nayla could feel him lick his lips and swallow quietly, seeming to be willing his breathing to slow as well.

Confused as to why he'd halted so suddenly she realised with a smile that he was struggling with himself to pull away from her. She tightened the hold on his waist her legs had to pull him in against her more as she ground her hips.

Although she couldn't see his face, she felt his jaw tense against the side of her own as he clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tightly, moving his hands back to her hips and clamping onto them with bruising force to hold them still.

Giggling quietly, she leant her lips to his ear; feeling every muscle in his arms and chest tense as she licked his ear lobe softly before whispering to him. "What's the matter, Law? In too deep?" Emphasising her point by grinding against him once more.

She gasped as he harshly bit down on the tender spot he'd left on her neck with a growl, sucking fiercely on her flesh as she squirmed under the painful pleasure. He lifted one hand from holding her to thread his fingers through her hair, roughly pulling her face to the side to give himself better access before dragging his tongue slowly, heavily from the tip of her shoulder, over her collar bone, up the side of her neck, over the angle of her jaw, to her ear in one long stroke, deliberately grazing her skin with the coarse hairs of his goatee all the way before speaking in a low, breathy voice. "Do not play this game with me, Nayla. You won't win."

He immediately removed his other hand from supporting her, taking a step back and allowing her to lean her weight against the wall and her shaky legs. Law took in his handiwork as she tried to catch her breath between full, parted lips. The flushed cheeks, the dishevelled clothing, the tousled hair…and the look of unfulfilled lust on her face. A perfect picture, one that he in equal parts hoped he would and wouldn't record to memory in vivid detail.

Nayla watched him walk down the hallway away from her without another word. She leant her head back against the cold, sobering steel of the wall behind her, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to try to settle her racing heart before speaking quietly, though she knew he'd hear her. "Are you sure?"

He stopped for a moment before turning around to face her again as she opened her eyes to look at him. A glint of mischief in them now and a small, challenging smirk taking the lips she'd so cruelly denied him.

"…Yeah, I'm sure." He returned her smirk before pointedly looking at her neck.

Law watched the smile drop from her face and her eyes widen as she slammed her hand onto the side of it in disbelief as she realised what he'd left there.

He turned away from her, chuckling to himself as he walked the rest of the hallway and climbed the stairs out of sight.