A/N: ZareEraz here! Okay, this is one of my...odd pairings. I love Buggy and Shanks and I love the way that their relationship works in One Piece - its just so wacky and funny! So...I just had to write a fic about it! THeehee.

This happens right after Marineford so SPOILERS for the show. If you haven't finished watching Marineford, then I suggest you don't read this fic until you do because of certain events that transpire in that arc.

Also, Buggy is a girl. Why, you ask? Because I can, because its what I do and because it makes things even more fun! 3 This will also be a mature fic so if you don't like, don't read. Enjoy!

Clowning Around

Chapter 1: Compromising Situation

Buggy the Clown was a woman character and boy did she have a lot of it. She was the kind of flashy woman with a body most other females would kill for: huge breasts, tiny waist, long legs, fabulous make up (even if it was a bit much) and a flashy sense of fashion. She was a fierce pirate with an insatiable lust for treasure and plundering said treasure and was (supposedly) feared all over the world. Buggy had it all. She even had what people would call "dumb luck" which worked for her even when she was being cowardly or trying to run away – things just seemed to work out for her…and this time they really had. Well, mostly.

It was true that Buggy the great had escaped from Impel Down with Straw Hat and his companions and it was true that she had gathered a following of her own that adored her every move (even if she had been trying to ditch them most of the time) and it was true that she, being her fabulous self, had showed up at Marineford to challenge and beat Whitebeard for fame and glory. She had ended up not challenging him on the account that Whitebeard respected her (he'd mostly manipulated her so he didn't have to deal with the irritating woman) and then she made a name for herself all over the world by broadcasting her greatness epically (and that kinda failed too). But just when she thought all hope was lost and was about to flee the battlefield before the Navy– newly reinvigorated by both Ace's and Whitebeard's deaths – could catch her and put her back in that awful prison, another flashy miracle presented itself. Well…it was flashy and it was irritating at the same time. Just in time to stop the War of the Best before it turned into a savage bloodbath of revenge and tainted justice, her worst nightmare had showed up to save her.

Red-Haired Shanks, one of the Four Emperors and her bitter enemy since they were on Captain Roger's ship as apprentices, made his appearance and shocked everyone at Marineford, ending the war flashily in a way that even Buggy could appreciate. Except for the fact that he was a scum sucking, red-haired sack of shit that tricked her into giving that damn Straw Hat back his straw hat before Trafalgar's submarine sank into the sea! And she hadn't even gotten her promised treasure map out of it! Buggy was so furious that she'd broken her body apart and floated around Shanks, her gloved hands gripping his coat collar harshly as her wicked tongue lashed out at him and his scheming ass, and what did he say to her in return? What had he replied with as she berated his dishonesty and trickery?

"'I really did miss you.'" He'd said that, like they were friends still, like they'd ever been friends in the first place. He'd even been happy when she asked to escape on his ship –HAPPY! – and had teased her like he used too.

I really did miss you. The words had had her blushing like an idiot when he'd said them, but she'd quickly squashed that feeling of joy with her signature attitude and fury, still pissed that he'd tricked her. She hadn't missed him, that's for sure! He was the whole reason she was a Devil Fruit user! That bastard had snuck up on her and made her swallow the Bara Bara no Mi and lost her a fortune in sunken treasure! She could never forgive him for that, let alone miss the asshole since they'd parted ways years ago! It was ridiculous to even think about!

I really did miss you.

And yet, those were the words that kept going around and around in her mind as she lay in his bed later that evening, Marineford far behind them. And being in Shanks' bed was not as sexy as it sounded. In fact, the minute Buggy had stepped onto his ship with her posse and noted that she was the only woman on board (which was normal for most pirate crews), she'd immediately commandeered the captain's quarters and snapped that there would be no questions asked, and imposing fully on Shank's hospitality for her own benefit. The man had started to protest just a little but Buggy had cut him off flashily and had stomped off to her temporary room and slammed the door in his face.

Once inside, the woman had discarded her stolen Marine captain's coat one the floor and the hat too, pulling her long blue hair out of the corners of the cap before throwing it on the bed. Next, the woman had taken out the hair ties that held her hair up to the sides while she'd worn the hat and pulled her long locks back into the simple pony tail that she'd worn in prison, the ends brushing her butt. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked around the room, taking stock of the captain's quarters she'd been living in for the next week or so. The back walls were actually windows mostly, the view they gave one of parting from where ever the ship had sailed, and the huge bed with a mountain of pillows was tucked into the right corner and a long dresser occupied the wall next to it. There were no less than two sofas, an ornate desk and a table that could be used for work or play – all bolted to the floor. The chairs however were not, and Buggy had made the mistake of tripping over the curved leg of one as she walked around, topping herself and the chair. For the most part, the room was plain, decorated in red and gold much like the coloring of the ship itself, and was a little messy but passable as she found a few knickknacks and souvenirs from his adventures in there as well (Shanks lived here after all, she couldn't expect that sloppy looking man to have his room in pristine condition if his own appearance wasn't). The only two truly odd things in the room were a very questionable painting of what could've been a mermaid sea goddess with vicious teeth on her tail or a very disturbingly beautiful monster, and the palm tree sitting in its pot next to the desk and growing coconuts.

"Must have a thing for palm trees." She'd muttered, having noted the ones sitting outside on the back deck and wondering if they ever dropped on his head while he was working. "That would explain his brain damage." While she was exploring the room (and looking for loose loot to steal), a knock came at the door, startling the woman before she calmed down. "Well, at least they know to knock." She grumbled, walking over to the door and opening it, her signature scowl on her face. Standing at the door was Shanks' first mate, Benn Beckman if she wasn't mistaken. The tall, grey haired man towered over her, his serious face almost intimidating, especially with that X shaped scar on his left temple and the cigarette in his mouth.

"What do you want?" Buggy had snarled, pissed that she'd been disturbed this quickly, folding her arms and staring up at the man. He'd held up a folded pile of clothes in one hand, his other still resting on his rifle.

"That captain thought you might like a change of clothes." The man had replied, eyeing Buggy's dirty striped tank and ripped pants.

"I don't need his charity. The ride is enough." She'd moodily replied back, conflicted over liking the kind thought or disdainfully hating that he thought she was dirty.

"He also requested that you not go through his things and not to pick any locks."

"Well, SCREEEEEEEW him!" The clown woman had grabbed the clothes and whirled around again, slamming Shanks' door for the second time in five minutes, cutting her off from the rest of the ship.

The Red Force had pulled away from Marineford soon after that, the clown woman watching it fade into the distance from the windows of her quarters. She'd changed into clothes that she assumed were Benn's – because they were so damn long, but big enough to accommodate her huge breasts and flashily big booty – and made them work for tooling around and sleeping, rolling up the pants and tucking in the V-neck shirt. She had no desire to small talk with Shank's crew or to talk to Shanks himself at the moment and her own new henchmen were tiring in their own right. Even when a party had started up outside, she had no desire to go out and she could hear her knew cronies celebrating their adventure at Navy Headquarters as evening started to fall.

That's how she ended up in the state she was in now: alone in her rival's room with his words swimming around in her head, tossing and turning in his bed and messing up the sheets. She was dead tired after running around Impel Down and Marineford but there was no way she was getting to sleep as she was now, she was too wired and in an unfamiliar place. Buggy got up again and rummaged around in her coat for a cloth she'd swiped from the Navy ship and used it to wipe off her makeup, trying to see if that's what was making her uncomfortable. Nope, she still felt restless. The woman opened the window as well, to let him some fresh air and the scent of the sea seemed to calm her a bit, but she was still awake and still squirmy as she slipped back into bed. She tried everything, from meditation, to counting Buggy Balls to humming her favorite circus tune, but she just could not fall asleep. Finally, when Shanks' clock chimed one in the morning, she flopped over in defeat, lying face down on the bed, her face buried in pillows, just listening to the sea and the pirates outside having a blast without her.

This is stupid. Buggy thought to herself. I should be out there partying and instead I'm in here by myself trying to avoid that bastard. What is wrong with me?! Sure, we haven't seen each other in a long time but he tricked me, ridiculed me and he's the bastard who cursed me with my Devil Fruit powers, why should I even care?! The clown woman groaned, burying her head into the pillow even more and screaming into it. She just couldn't get a hold of herself and it really sucked. As she finished screaming, Buggy took a few deep breathes, breathing in the smell of sake lingering on the pillow.

"Did he spill booze here?" Buggy sniffed at the fabric again, distracted from her pouting. It didn't smell like a spill, the scent would be stronger if it was, and there were other scents there as well…wood…a musky scent…a bit of spice…something citrusy. The bluenette realized that she was smelling Shanks' scent – his constant boozing mixed in with whatever natural smell his body had with a woody cologne of some sort and probably the fresh scent of his palm trees. It was…a nice smell. She took another deep breath letting the smell calm her down as she deepened her breathing. It was calming, just being able to forget everything else that had happened to her that day and just breathe quietly. It was so nice that Buggy started to fall asleep, the calm scent working better than her meditation had. The woman drifted off, her face squished into Shank's pillow so she could keep smelling the manliness, and just as she was about to fall asleep for real, her senses starting to shut off, the party noise getting hazy, the shadowed colors of the room fading to black, there came a crash from inside the room, very close at hand. Buggy was instantly alert, shocked back into wakefulness by the loud noise and the cursing that accompanied it.

"Who's there?!" She yelped, sitting up instantly, her eyes scouring the room for the intruder and finding him next to the dresser. She was answered with an embarrassed chuckle and a light hearted smile as Shanks picked himself up off of the floor.

"Sorry, Buggy. Didn't mean to wake you." Shanks apologized, smiling at the startled woman, ashamed to have been caught.

"You, bastard! Were you peeping!?" The blunette glared at her rival a fierce scowl plastered to her face.

"No, no, no." Shanks held up his one hand in defense, explaining himself. "I spilled some booze on my shorts and came for a new pair, see?" He gestured towards the dresser, pointing to an open drawer. "I wasn't trying to peep or wake you up or anything like that, but I tripped and when I hit the floor, well…you know the rest." He shrugged, unconcerned with the death glare the woman was giving him. Buggy was moody, that's just how Buggy was.

"And why should I believe you?" The woman eyed Shanks again, looking at the drawer suspiciously. "That could just be a cover for what you were really trying to do!"

"And what would I be trying to do to you?" Shanks asked, putting his hand on his hip. "I can't steal anything from you because you have nothing of value since you just escaped prison, and you're not very good with having a normal conversation, so talking is out. The only other thing a man could possibly want from a woman such as yourself is a good time and I wasn't coming in here for that."

"Are you sure you're not looking for sex?" Buggy asked, folding her arms. "Because I'd peg you for a man who'd sleep with just about anyone if it was for a good time, you lazy bum."

"You're so mean, Buggs!" Shanks giggled drunkenly, happy that the woman was talking to him. She'd avoided everyone after coming on board and it had been bugging him all afternoon and evening. They were old friends, so they should've been laughing and swapping stories about the good old days and their adventures after they'd parted, but instead, Buggy had locked herself up in his room and refused to interact with hardly anyone. And that was part of the reason that he was drunk at the moment, having tried to drown his disappointment in alcohol. The other part was that he wanted to get roaring drunk to celebrate his crew's hard work in holding off Kaido and helping him stop the war. But now that he had Buggy's attention, it didn't matter what his reasons for being drunk were – he was glad that she was so talkative, even if it was to make fun of him.

"Don't call me that!" The woman growled, ticked by her old (very unwanted) nickname. "I told you to never call me that again!"

"But it's cute!" Shanks chuckled. "I used to call you that all the time! Don't you think, Buggs?"

"NO! Stop it!" Buggy snapped again, folding her arms and pouting. "I hated it then and I hate it now!"

"You like it, don't deny it!" Shanks teased her again.

"No I do not!" Shanks chuckled at her again, enjoying Buggy's high spirits even if they were a bit unmanageable.

"Sooooo…" The man began again, sitting down on his bed.

"Don't change the subject!"

"Now that I've got you here, how have you been, Buggy?" Shanks asked, genuinely interested in what had happened to his crewmate in the years since they'd left Captain Roger's ship.

"I thought you didn't want to have a conversation with me." The woman huffed. "And who said you could sit down!?" Buggy's upper body split apart into pieces and she juggled them around in her temper, her emotions running to high to contain.

"It's my bed and you're the one who didn't want to have a conversation with anybody – you've been in here all day and night by yourself," Shanks argued.

"Fine! You want a conversation, I'll give you a conversation!" The bluenette sneered at the irritating man, her head detaching from her body to leer at him from a closer distance. "After you left I had the time of my life! With your annoying ass gone, I could live in peace and finally be rid of you! I formed a pirate crew and we terrorized the East Blue flashily, plundering all the treasure we could, until I met that stupid Straw Hat and he ruined everything for me!" Shanks took this opportunity to chuckle, knowing that whatever Luffy did, he did it "flashily" enough to piss off the woman and they were both cute. "Hey!" Buggy smacked Shanks' head with a floating hand.

"Sorry, sorry. Continue." The captain gestured for her to go on.

"Bastard." Buggy grumbled. "Well, anyway Straw Hat ruined everything and his navigator stole my treasure and he sent parts of my body flying so I was really tiny for a while and ran into some birds…and a crab…and you know, I don't want to talk about that anymore." Buggy started to sweat, remembering her grand adventure and having to fend of wild animals until Alvida had found her. "I went treasure hunting again and got captured by the Navy and ended up in Impel Down – which was the worst because I met Straw Hat again and he kept going down instead of trying to go up and it was a horrible, flashy experience all around – and then ended up at Marineford by the winds of fate where I was supposed to defeat Whitebeard and…" Buggy trailed off, her grand adventure coming to a quiet end, but that didn't seem to be the end of it. Shanks raised an eyebrow at the woman. Her body had reconnected itself and she was staring at her hands in her lap, not saying a word now.

"And…?" He prompted.

"And I realized that I have the best-worst luck ever." She sighed, calming down. "I literally bluffed and lied my way through everything and yet, I was still respected by those idiots outside. The whole time I thought I was going to die when they found out I wasn't as impressive as I was portraying myself to be, but that never happened because something would happen and they'd see me as a hero again. I should've died ten times over, and yet, here I am…still alive…" She felt a warm hand on hers, the soft fingers squeezing her hand lightly. She looked up and saw Shanks smiling at her, his eyes all molten-looking, and she found herself blushing slightly.

"I'm glad you're still alive. That luck comes in handy, I bet." Shanks looked really handsome in the dim moonlight, his face softened by the shadows, his red hair standing out above anything else in the room. It was weird, but being with him was kind of like going home – back to the Oro Jackson and the days of her youth, pirating under the flag of Captain Roger, where everything was a little simpler. His presence was familiar, nice even – when his mouth was shut, of course. Wait…WHAT?! Buggy snapped out of her musing and realized that she was thinking that Shanks of all people was handsome and nice! Bullshit!

"Don't get all chummy with me!" Buggy slapped his hand away, scared by her own racing heart. He should not be doing this to me! Why is my heart beating so fast? Why am I blushing!? This jerk ruined my life and yet I'm acting like schoolgirl! What is wrong with me!? "And I bet that charm comes in handy too!" She retorted, trying to cover up her fluster. "I bet women are just throwing themselves all over you when you do that, Mr. Emperor." Buggy snapped, peeved at her rival's high status while she was just a pirate escapee from Impel Down.

"They do, but you must have sex with a lot of guys, seeing as you're such a bombshell." Shanks wiggled his eyebrows, teasing his former crewmate. His eyes flicked to her chest, which couldn't be contained by the mens shirt she was wearing, the buttons below her breasts straining against their volume, and his smile got a little bit bigger.

"I don't, in fact," Buggy hissed, touchy on the subject and ticked by his glance. No matter how good she looked, there was always one major thing that had guys running for the hills. "The HUGE RED NOSE is a turn off!" Quick as lightning, Shanks' hand came up and he grabbed her nose, pinching it and made a honk noise with a huge smile on his face. Buggy blushed furiously, mortified by his actions and was about to yell at him for teasing her when he spoke up.

"I think it's kinda cute." The man had that dorky smile on his face, the one where Buggy couldn't figure out if he was teasing or being nice but either way it make her face burn and her heart speed up a bit more. This must be how other women feel around him…wait a minute…

"DON'T MAKE FUN OF MY NOSE!" She screamed, smacking the man's head.

"I wasn't making fun! I swear!" Shanks replied, laughing and trying to keep the woman off him as he defended his head with his one arm and kicked at her playfully with his foot. Suddenly, Buggy was topping over onto him, having lost her balance trying to hit him and her weight sent them both tumbling off of the bed and onto the floor.

"Oof!" Both adults gasped, surprised by the fall, but they were even more surprised at the position they ended up in. Buggy's head popped off of Shank's chest as she sat up, her butt resting on his lower abdomen, putting pressure on his crotch. The woman froze, caught in an unexpected circumstance and starting into the eyes of a man who was in the same compromising situation. The two stayed still for a long moment, Buggy's hands trembling on his chest, her breath quick and then, Shanks was on her, sitting up using his one arm before grabbing the back of the bluenette's head and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Caught off guard, Buggy's brain didn't know how to react, but her body had some ideas and went ahead with them without her consent.

She kissed him back, pressing her lips against his hotly, grabbing his shirt collar with both her hands, her big, red nose glued to his cheek bone as she tipped her head slightly. Shanks purred happily, his hand drifting down to the woman's back, pressing against her spine so that her chest pushed into his. She was as soft as he remembered her being all those years ago, even though her breasts had been much smaller. That's a perk of time, I guess, he mused, opening his mouth to nibble at Buggy's bottom lip. She opened her mouth as well, letting him pull at her lip, her tongue darting out to lick his. And that's when Buggy's brain turned on and she realized that she was making out with her rival and most hated (sort of) enemy.

"What are we doing!?" She ripped her mouth away from Shanks', earning herself a grumpy frown from the man. She was blushing again, breathing heavily and sitting in a man's lap, cemented to his chest. She didn't do things like this! Buggy flipped out, rolling off of Shanks and away from the bed, smacking her head again the dresser when she rolled too far. "Ow!"

"We were kissing." Shanks sighed, unhappy that his lap warmer was gone. "What's wrong? We used to fool around all the time on the Captain's ship."

"Twice!" Buggy argued, rubbing her sore head. "We fooled around twice and the second time you jumped me by surprise!"

"Did I?" Shanks asked, remembering them having sex more than two times, but then again…that might've just been his over active imagination.

"Yes!" Buggy nodded and then her face fell. "I can't believe I kissed you!" She buried her head in her hands.

"And why not?" Shanks rolled onto his knees and started to crawl towards the bluenette while she backed all the way into the dresser when she noticed.

"Because it's you!" Buggy tried to explain, holding her hands out in front of her to stop the man when he closed in on her. Shanks face was about a half a foot from hers, her hands on his shoulders, his torso hanging over hers. She really couldn't go anywhere else now – Buggy was trapped. "What are you doing?!" She was blushing furiously now and he was just smiling at how cute she was being.

"Finishing what we started." He said smoothly, his voice dropping into a deeper tone.

"W-well, get a-away from m-me!" Her voice started breaking, her racing heart affecting every other bodily function as she started to focus on just Shanks – his booze breath ghosting against her face, his abdomen resting on her bent knees, the spike of citrus and wood in his scent, his eyes staring into hers. He'd gotten some pretty sweet scars over his left eye, making his whole appearance more rugged and dangerous, all the more arousing. All in all, Shanks was a lady killer and she would become a lady killer if he got any closer to her! (Or so she told herself.)

"No, I don't think I will." Shanks' face turned serious, his eyes boring into hers. "Buggy, I want to sleep with you."

"What…?!" She gasped, her lungs having lost all the air inside them when he said that. The bluenette squeezed her eyes closed, trying to process everything and find a rational conclusion as to why the man who ruined her life wanted to sleep with her and the only reason that she could come up with was that he was drunk and that made him bat-shit crazy. And she said so. "You're drunk and you're crazy!"

"No I'm not. At least not in the traditional sense."

"One which one-gah!" Shanks cut her off with a chuckle, leaning forward to kiss her hated nose while Buggy squeezed her eyes shut. She cracked open one eye as she felt a warmth on her nose and saw Shanks pulling away, a warm smile on his face.

"I'm crazy about you. I want you." He leaned his full weight into her tensed up legs so he could take his arm off the ground and stroke her cheek, drawing another surprised gasp out of her. He loomed in again, Buggy's arms bending to let him and gently took her lips in his own. Buggy tried to pull away for a second time, but her head was already up against the dresser, so she couldn't pull back and Shank's hand was on her jaw, controlling her movements with a firm grip. He was gently nipping at her mouth, trying to coax her to play, but Buggy wasn't biting and she pulled her lips into her mouth and refused to play back. "Aw, come on, Buggy." Shanks whined, knowing that she was stubborn. And then he got a great idea, his hand drifting down the woman's chest suddenly and gripping her left breast roughly.

"Hey-umph!" Buggy opened her mouth to chew him out for touching her boob of all things and that's when Shanks kissed her, tipping his head to work around her big nose, his tongue delving into her mouth, swallowing her retort. She grumbled at him, her eyes glaring, but let him kiss her just once so he'd stop kissing her. It felt kind of nice, she had to admit, and it had been a long time since a man had last kissed her, well, kissed her like she was supposed to be kissed. She'd had to beat the men in prison off with a stick because they were all dicks, but when Shanks kissed her…it felt great. His lips were warm, his tongue playful and his hand came off her boob to drift back to her cheek, deepening the kiss and he tipped her head back a little. Buggy's own hands came around the man's neck, pulling him into her, letting the moment linger.

"Was that so bad?" Shanks asked when they parted, their faces still close to each other, their breath mingling.

"Yes, it was absolutely horrible." The bluenette replied, her voice flat. The red head chucked at her, and sat up, pulling Buggy upright with him. Shanks tapped the woman's knee with his hand, gently moving her left leg up around his hip, she moved the other one on her own and hooked her ankles together at his back. The red head's hand came up under the woman's butt to support her weight as Shanks stood, but Buggy was still a little pissy about the affair and couldn't resist making a snide remark as his hand gripped her ass. "Watch it."

"How else am I supposed to carry you?" Came the surly reply and Shanks rolled his eyes at her.

"Flashily."

"What the hell does that even mean in this situation?" Shanks turned and walked the few steps back to the bed, bending over and laying Buggy down on the pillows before catching himself on his one arm, his body hovering over hers. "But it doesn't really matter does it?" Shanks was smiling again, and Buggy could still feel his smile as his lips ghosted over neck, gently kissing her skin and sending tingles down her spine.

Buggy didn't know what to make of this situation as her former crewmate kept necking her – her head was telling her to kick him in the balls and run for the closet to hide from the horndog, but her heart was telling her the exact opposite, to let him keep kissing her because it felt good and deep inside, she knew that he would treat her right, even if he was a bastard jerkass. She was stuck in between both impulses and didn't choose either for a few minutes, just staying still and trying to work it out, but Shanks noticed that she'd stopped responding to him and was just laying there like a sack of bricks. The red head, stopped kissing Buggy's neck and looked at the woman, noting that her eyes had a faraway look in them as she stared at the ceiling, and he didn't like being ignored. This was the first time he'd seen her in nearly twenty years and she was being a dead fish. It wasn't very fun at all.

"Oi, Buggy." Hearing her name, Buggy snapped out of her mental debate and found that Shanks wasn't kissing her anymore and was staring down at her with those intense eyes of his. She got lost in them, gazing into his eyes so deeply that Shanks' question went unheard the first time. The man – now a little worried about the woman and a little upset that she was still ignoring him – balanced himself on his elbow and poked her face, digging and twisting his finger into her cheek until she responded

"What?" She asked, and irritated expression replacing the blank one that had been on her face. Buggy tried to bite at the finger drilling into her cheek, but Shanks was used to her antics and pulled it away before he lost another extremity.

"What's wrong, Buggs?" He asked a second time, sincerely looking for an answer.

"What are you talking about?" Buggy asked frostily, prickling at her nickname.

"You spaced out on me and I want to know what's on your mind." Shanks explained, leaning his weight onto Buggy's torso so that he was lying on top of her gently.

"It's nothing." Buggy blushed, too embarrassed to admit that she'd been stuck deciding between kicking him in the balls or sucking on them.

"If it was 'nothing' you wouldn't let it bother you so much." Shanks sighed. "I know how you work, so just tell me already." Buggy clammed up again, looking at everything accept Shanks' eyes now, mortified at the prospect of telling her rival what was on her mind, but Shanks wasn't backing down and just kept staring at her, waiting for an answer. Several minutes passed in silence, neither side giving in, but the man was a lot more patient than the woman and eventually Buggy caved.

"Why are you fascinated with me?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbows to even out their positions. "I'm a rival captain with a grudge against you and yet you want to sleep with me. Should we really be doing this?" Surprised, but not too surprised, by her question, Shanks thought for a moment before answering.

"You're fun, Buggy, and familiar."

"I'm familiar?" She asked, not understanding where he was going with this.

"Yeah, you're familiar, like the old crew is familiar, or the Oro Jackson – something that feels like a home."

"You are crazy." Buggy gave him a look.

"No I'm not. I'm trying to be serious." Shanks sighed, rolling his eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, I won't say something stupid like "I love you" or "love me" or anything like that, but," Shanks paused, leaning into kiss Buggy's cheek gently, surprising her with his softness. "I feel at home with you. I consider us to be friends, despite your reluctance to do the same...at least let me sleep the night in my own bed with a beautiful woman."

"Beautiful, huh?" Buggy mused, raising and eyebrow at him. She leaned back onto the bed, relaxing into Shanks' many pillows again, and thought about the compliment for a minute, deciding whether or not she should accept his offer. It was scary, being wanted. The desires of another person were completely out of her hands, and yet, it was flattering. "But, should we really be doing this…?" She whispered, mostly to herself, still cautious and apprehensive about what this would entail for her and Shanks' relationship.

"Fuck yeah." Shanks said simply, chuckling at his friend. "We're pirates; we can do whatever we want."

"Fuck me." She sighed, exasperated by his childishness.

"With pleasure." Shanks captured her lips again and this time, Buggy had no qualms about kissing him back.

A/N: And that's the first part! Hope to have the second bit up by the end of this week, but we'll have to see! See you all later! ;3