Category: Romantic Fluff

Characters: Nami, Trafalgar Law

Requested By: anubislover (Tumblr)

Trafalgar D. Water Law was not in love.

Trafalgar D. Water Law was a fearsome pirate captain who prowled the Grand Line. He was a man who had ripped the hearts out of one hundred notorious pirates and presented them as a gift to the Marines in order to be named one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, all in an effort to build enough repertoire and power to take down another- which he had accomplished, by the way. He was a young genius doctor who could save lives or end them all according to his own whimsies. His persona was cold, stoic, and unbothered.

Trafalgar D. Water Law was not in love. He certainly was not in love with a certain tangerine-haired beauty that happened to serve as a rival pirate captain's navigator.

He told himself that, even as he lounged against the balustrade of the upper deck watching from underneath the brim of his hat as she carefully pruned her dutifully-tended citrus trees looking like the picture of a harvest goddess gracing his mere mortal self with her undeserved divinity. Her back was to him, and his golden eyes watched in quiet rapture as her curly orange hair bounced just above the swell of her shapely bottom. He tried not to look at it. Law didn't figure himself a pervert. But God damn, how could he help it when it was literally right there and barely concealed by the fabric of her little jean short-shorts? Hell, he'd have to blind himself to stop. Black Leg-ya would probably do it for him if he found out. Nami would just make him pay a hefty sightseeing fee. He made sure to shift his gaze a little as she turned around, instead staring at the serene smile on her face as she lifted up the wicker basket full of tangerines and wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. He liked her smile. It always made her eyes shine.

Trafalgar D. Water Law was not in love.

"Law, would you like one?" Nami asked sweetly as she walked across the deck towards him. His hawk-like eyes did not miss the sashay in her hips as she approached. Was it legal for a woman to be that sexy? She probably wasn't even aware of it; why would she be doing it on purpose? If she was, what was her angle? Nami was a woman of angles. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even answer her. "Hey, Earth to the Surgeon of Death," she huffed as she stopped in front of him and bent down to flip up the brim of his hat. Jesus, she was wearing a bikini top and it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He hastily dropped his eyes to the basket of little round tangerines before he earned himself a nice smack upside his head.

"Yeah. Thanks," he answered her primly and reached out to pluck one of the succulent fruits from the basket and begin peeling it. Rather than heading down to the main deck, she set the basket down and procured herself her own snack, sitting down beside him and work at removing the shell. He was painfully aware at their close proximity, his nerves jumping with propagations every time her elbow accidentally knocked into his as she worked at the orange citrus fruit. Her face tilted downwards, the sun was hitting her at just the right angle that her orange hair blazed like fire and her hazel eyes were accented with flecks of gold.

Trafalgar D. Water Law was not in love.

She looked at him as she pushed a slice of the tangerine in her mouth. Law had been too busy gawking at her to peel the fruit and it was now sitting half-peeled in his lap. He hurriedly resumed the task at hand, trying not to seem so suspicious, but Nami's keen eyes missed nothing.

"What are you thinking about?"

"What makes you ask that?" he countered brusquely and bit down on one of the tangerine slices in an act of mild aggression. The tang of the juice alit his tongue with fervor. Absently, he thought that it was a damn good tangerine. "I'm just sitting here," he remarked, half the fruit slice still clenched in his teeth. It bobbled up and down a little as he spoke.

"You were staring at me."

"Was not." He wasn't staring at her. He wasn't admiring the way her hair shone in the sunlight, nor how it framed her face the perfect way or accented the slight tan of her skin. He wasn't looking at the tattoo on her shoulder and wondering where the scar it was attempting to hide came from. He wasn't appreciating that immaculate body of hers with twitching fingers eager to run over that supple skin and commit her curves to memory.

That's what he told himself, because Trafalgar D. Water Law was not in love.

"Yes you were!" God, the teasing inflection of her voice and the light shove she gave to his shoulder was doing all kinds of things to him. She wasn't the least bit intimidated by him, not at this point, anyway. "What is it, Law? Like what you see?" she cooed with a demure flutter of her eyelashes.

"And what if I said I did?" he snorted, his annoyance with all the confused fluttering his heart was doing getting the better of him at the moment.

It was a harmless question, because Trafalgar D. Water Law was not in love.

Every muscle in his body tensed as she propped her elbow on his shoulder. His golden eyes were wide as they flashed at her, burning in the corners of his eyes as he set his jaw stiffly. The fingers that were draping over the fabric of his coat were softly tracing abstract patterns into the black cloth. Her eyes were lidded as she gazed at him with an expression that was a mixture of excitement and desire.

"Oh, I don't know, Law." The way she purred his name sent the fine hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention. His tongue flicked out to moisten his lips as they tingled with the insane urge to claim hers in a heated kiss. The act was practically dancing in front of his eyes. He could kiss her. He could grab her and wipe that shit-eating grin off her face before she even knew what was happening. It'd be a hell of a kiss, because he didn't do things half-ass- besides, soft, chaste little kisses were for people who were in love, and Trafalgar D. Water Law sure as hell was not in love. "The question is," she breathed against the shell of his ear, tucking the strands of her hair behind hers as she stared at him avidly, "what would you do if I said I wanted you to?"

In the next second, he had Nami pinned under him amidst a scene of chaos, his fluffy white hat tossed several feet away as Nami tousled through his dark hair with her nails scraping over his scalp and tangerines rolling around the deck from where her foot had flung out and kicked the basket over in her effort to wrap her legs around his waist. His mouth was smashed against hers in a fierce, hot, sloppy open-mouthed kiss with their tongues fervently tangling together, and his eyes almost rolled back into his head at the absolutely delectable taste of her mixed with the sharp tang of the tangerines. His hands had finally gotten their wish and were roaming everywhere they could reach, mapping out the contours of her body and squeezing here and there to elicit delighted little gasps that made him absolutely high. As a matter of fact, it was so very illegal for Nami to be that sexy and he relished that he was the one taking advantage of that right then.

It didn't take long for the blazing fire between them to die down. With a deep exhale, Nami's head flopped down against the deck with a slight thump, her rich brown eyes never leaving his for a second. Smirking, Law leaned down to press light, chaste little kisses across her cheeks and nose.

That's all it had taken for Trafalgar D. Water Law to reconcile with the fact that he was utterly, completely, totally, and stupidly in love.