A/N: ZareEraz here! I finally finished this chapter! Yay! It has been sitting, unfinished, on my laptop for several months now, so improvement! I hope that you enjoy some more shenanigans between our favorite pair of pirates, and don't forget to let me know what you think! :3

Chapter Two: Unwanted Attention

"I'm blaming you for this, Shanks!" Buggy yelled as the two of them ran through a forest of giant trees. Shanks just laughed as they ran, the island's authorities on their heels. The sad thing was that the whole situation hadn't even been their fault!

It began when they'd finally spotted an island two days after Shanks had "alone time" with Buggy in the crow's nest and the bluenette couldn't have been happier. Shanks watched her as she leaned over the railing to watch the island get closer bit by bit, and chuckled as she stoutly ignored her adoring underlings while they sang her praises for basically doing nothing but standing there and looking pretty – which the redhead could not deny because she was pretty while standing there. Her blue hair was blowing in the sea wind, tangling itself as she brushed some loose strands out of her face, her eyes sparkled brightly and she was smiling hugely. At that moment, she was the picture of excitement and it was really cute.

"Are you that happy to see an island?" Shanks asked, leaning on the railing with his elbow and resting his head in his hand.

"You have no idea!" the woman exclaimed. She had only been in Impel Down for a few weeks, but the whole debacle had been a literal hell. "I hadn't seen the sun for weeks and then the first island I get to after getting out of prison is Navy Headquarters in the middle of a war! It was awful!" And then, realizing once again that she was not alone as a hundred expectant eyes were focused on her, Buggy put on a falsely superior face and posed in dramatic fashion for her men. "But I showed those damn bastards who is in charge!"

"Yay! Captain Buggy! You're so amazing!" Shanks gave the woman a knowing look, half-amused and half-annoyed, that no matter what she did or said, her loyal fan club thought she could do nothing wrong. The bluenette stuck her tongue out of him, sweating over the situation herself.

"Shut up," she hissed.

"I didn't say anything," he replied.

"You were thinking something!"

"Of course, I was thinking something; what else am I supposed to do?"

"Stop thinking!'

"I can't stop thinking!"

"Just do it!"

"Shut up!"

And then the two of them argued over some stupid crap until the Red Force lay anchor in a secluded cove relatively close to a town. The whole island was forested with both regular-sized trees and massive trees that towered well over 300 feet into the air, and it seemed like they were teeming with life. Bird calls and other animal noises sounded from the branches and Buggy could've sworn that she'd seen some monkeys swinging about. It was easy enough to hide the ship and anyone going into the nearby towns could travel through the forests. The two captains and a few other members from both of their crews had then gone into town to get new clothes for the escapees, and food and supplies for the ship. They'd all decided to go in groups so that they didn't draw attention to themselves, and Buggy had even taken off her flashy makeup for the trip, though as usual, she couldn't do anything about her eye-catching nose. While Shanks liked seeing Buggy's face without her gaudy makeup, he was disappointed that she'd put back the purple pants she'd stolen from a Marine ship on the way to Marineford; he'd liked seeing her in his fun shorts, but at least she'd kept his shirt on. The woman had tried even to "disguise" him as best she could, since being an Emperor of the Sea was very "flashy." This disguising consisted of him getting rid of his "badass" cape and hiding the majority of his hair in a bandana, but just like Buggy couldn't do anything about her nose, Shanks couldn't do anything about his scars, so they'd just have to hope that not many people on the island recognized him. Normally, Shanks wouldn't have cared, but his lover didn't want to draw too much attention, so he'd just roll with it. Though, he did have to punch Yasopp when the man had chuckled at his appearance and told him, "I look great in whatever I wear!" which got a sarcastic "Whatever you say, Captain!" in reply.

Now walking into town, Shanks was happy to walk hand in hand with Buggy. He didn't even mind that his stump wasn't hidden beneath his cape and just squeezed the woman's left hand with his right.

"What are you so happy about?" Her face scrunched up in that cute way it did when she wanted to knock him down a peg.

He just smiled back at her. "Nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing."

"I'm just happy to be with you." That simple sentence had Buggy blushing, and the redhead's smile widened.

"Y-you'd b-better be happy to be with me!" she snapped in embarrassment.

And then her peanut gallery spoke up. They whispered, "Captain Buggy, you're so cool!" ruining the moment. Several of the Impel down escapees had tagged along in this group, practically begging to follow their goddess anywhere.

"GO MAKE YOURSELVES USEFUL!" said goddess screamed at them.

"Aye-aye!" The six or so men ran ahead towards the town, and several of Shanks' men ran after them once they'd received a nod from their captain.

"AND DON'T CAUSE TROUBLE!" Buggy yelled after her scoundrels. She sighed, glad to finally be alone. Well, almost alone. "It's like babysitting, I swear."

"I think you'd be great with kids," Shanks teased.

"That's a lie and you know it, asshole." She detached her free hand and had it fly over to pinch his ear. "I'm not the mothering type."

"Okay! Okay! I get it! Stop it, Buggy!"

She stopped and reattached her arm. "I just want to get some clothes, get something good to eat, and relax a bit." But of course, nothing could be so simple.

The clothing part was easy enough: they'd found several nice shops and spent a couple of hours goofing off. Buggy had naturally gone after clothes that fit her "flashy" style – lots of stripes and bright colors, and men's pants paired with skimpy or ruffled tops – but Shanks managed to shove her into a changing room to try on several sexy dresses, even though she yelled at him for being a pervert. The lady shopkeeper ended up laughing as the disguised Emperor struggled to get his "girlfriend" into the changing room, but thought it was cute just how much she blushed when she came out looking gorgeous in basically anything she wore. She didn't even comment on the strange woman's big, red nose. Shanks' favorite was a strappy and short sky blue dress with a V that plunged almost to her ass in the back and Buggy couldn't say no to his puppy eyes (he was paying for it anyway, so what did it hurt?). In a different shop, the redhead ended up buying several more pairs of pants and shorts in outrageous patterns, much to the bluenette's dismay. He even walked out wearing a pair with giant red roses out of the shop because "they look like your cute nose, Buggs!" for which she slugged him. He also managed to foist a pair of bright red pants with a black flower pattern on them on to Buggy so "we can match!" for which she stomped on his foot, but allowed him to shove the pants in her bags. Shanks had insisted that he pick out her new outfit (including a pair of funny shorts), but the bluenette once again smacked him and managed to pick out her own outfit without any interference. She was now wearing a flouncy, striped crop top, bright orange shorts with a large, yellow sash (that the redhead could appreciate because of their shortness), and boots that had been dubbed "tall, pointy pirate boots."

However, despite the fun time both she and Shanks were having, the whole time they were out, Buggy felt eyes on her – the eyes of the townsfolk watching the newcomers and the eyes of her idiot underlings spying on her outing. She sighed, wishing that she could turn herself off, but feeling like she always had to uphold her image, even when they were incognito.

"Are you tired, Buggs?" Shanks asked, noticing the dip in his companion's mood.

"Stop calling me that," she replied instantly.

"But it's cute!" he replied, and before she could answer, he charged on. "Why don't we find someplace to sit?"

"Just a quiet spot will be fine…" the woman started, side-eyeing two of her underlings who were hiding behind some bushes to watch her. At least they've already found new clothes, she grumbled inwardly. Shanks's intelligent eyes followed her gaze and saw the spectators. While she was looking away, he gave both of them a similar look that a tiger would give his prey and they both scurried off with curses about hogging their Captain Buggy, sweat slipping down their spines.

By the time Buggy looked over again, her lackeys were gone and Shanks was smiling brightly. "Why don't I go get us something to drink?" he asked.

Buggy gave him a look. "Why are you being so nice?!"

"Why not?" His smile widened, enjoying her confused face.

"I don't understand you, sometimes," she mumbled. Shanks left Buggy with all their bags in a discrete alley, and she leaned against the wall in the shadows to rest. She folded her arms and watched people pass by her quietly. It was nice to have a moment alone, and the bluenette enjoyed the respite. That is until trouble reared its head.

"What are you doing here all by yourself?" A male voice sounded from behind her and Buggy felt an unwanted hand on her waist.

There was a second voice, "Why don't you come hang out with us?"

And then a third, "Even if you're waiting for someone, I don't think that they'd mind."

Buggy hadn't turned around yet, so all the men had seen was a curvaceous woman all by herself, but damn they had balls. A second hand landed on her shoulder, its fingers gripping her so she couldn't run away. The bluenette's skin prickled, but she knew that they'd back off if they saw her nose; all men did. However, when she turned her head to look over her shoulder and gave them her best glare, the three men didn't back away, much to her surprise. Instead, more hands were grabbing her, covering her mouth, dragging her further into the shadows, and groping at her chest.

"Holy shit, look at that nose!" one of the men chuckled. She was so shocked that they hadn't even paused in their assault, that for a moment, Buggy didn't move. A hand was on her breast now, squeezing her, another was pulling on her ponytail, and several others were locked around her arms or waist. The hand on the ponytail yanked her head backward painfully, apparently in order for the men to gawk at her huge, red nose.

"Damn, it's ugly!"

"It totally screws up her face! Damn shame too, because she'd hot." Buggy had been getting ready to kick their asses flashily, but those comments took some of the fighting spirit out of her. Her heart clenched in hurt as she was insulted, a sick feeling rising up in her belly. She'd gotten so used to being around Shanks who really loved her nose, that now when her looks were being attacked again she was less equipped to handle it. A wall that she'd built around her heart for so many years had crumbled under his gentle affection; how had she slipped so far in just a short period of time? She'd been fending off comments about her nose for decades now, but a short period of time was apparently enough to crack that hard exterior that she'd built up. Her crumbling wall started to come up again, raggedly trying to protect her and failing. Her eyes pricked as she held back tears, not wanting these assholes to see them.

Her anger flared again when a wandering hand started slipping down in between her legs and she snapped. She growled, detaching her arms which had been pulling at the hands on her body, and had then grabbed on to the hair of two of the men. Her floating arms yanked them back just harshly as they had yanked her, and she knocked their heads together. Then, she tried to twist out of the last man's hold, but he had too tight of a grip on her. She detached her waist from her torso and had her legs run around him to kick him in the ass and floated away as he loosed his grip and fell to the ground.

"You bastards!" Buggy growled, whirling on the men she was terrorizing with her limbs. Then a heavy weight landed on her torso, pinning her to the ground. Even as she struggled to get up, she felt her arms being restrained by the other two men several feet away, but her legs were still free to run around and kick them, which they did. Even as the other men were struggling with her other limbs, the one with her torso managed to keep her pinned to the ground no matter how she moved. Her mouth was covered again by a grimy hand, and the weight of it was pressing her head into the rough cobblestones beneath her head.

"Holy shit! She's a freak!" one of the men wrestling with her arms hissed.

"The slut is a devil fruit user!" the other man with her arms exclaimed. Buggy smacked him, and he let her arm go in surprise. She floated it high above his head so he couldn't get a hold of it again. Now to get my other one free…But before she could free her other arm, the man holding down her torso, picked up her head and slammed it against the ground. The bluenette's vision went blurry for a moment, and stunned, her other limbs dropped to the ground. She groaned at the throbbing pain in her head and then glared and the man on top of her.

"You bastard…" she growled, her mouth having been freed when he went to whack her head.

"Shut up, freak," he hissed, smiling cruelly. "You surprised us but we're not done with you yet." He turned to his friends and shouted, "Hey! Do you have the rest of her?"

Buggy heard some scuffling and then felt her arms and legs getting picked up. "Yeah, but this is way creepy."

"Maybe we should just take her legs with us, huh? That way we don't have to worry about the rest!" That comment had all three of them laughing and Buggy's face heated in shame and frustration.

"Especially since her face is such a turn-off," another of them mocked.

"She's just a freak anyway!"

"Even without her face, she'd still make a good whore."

"But why leave the rest when we could just take it all?" the one holding her down sneered. "She'll still be a good fuck, even if she's a slut with a big, dumb, red nose!"

Infuriated, Buggy's head detached itself and lunged at the man. She opened her mouth and bit down on his nose hard. He wailed, falling backward in order to get away from her and she only released his nose once she tasted blood. Her tongue traveled across her lips, painting them in the red of his blood, and her eyes narrowed in pleasure as she saw the man's bleeding and swelling nose. "Who's got the 'big, dumb, red nose' now, huh?" she asked coldly.

"You damn bitch!" The injured man made to lunge at her but was stopped by an ominous presence radiating out from the alley's entranceway.

"'What did you call her?" Buggy's head snapped around to see Shanks standing with two bottles hanging between the fingers of his hand. The three men who were assaulting her froze in place, and Buggy could've sworn that they'd just shit themselves. Honestly, if she hadn't already known Shanks, she'd have been shitting herself too. He looked absolutely terrifying! His eyes shined menacingly and there seemed to be a wall of pure anger bowling over them, an almost physical pressure bearing down on them. Despite being terrified, Buggy could still move, so she quickly reattached her head to her neck and had her arms and legs run and float over her as she scrambled to Shanks' side. Once she was there, the pressure seemed to lessen, but the menacing aura did not, much to her relief. His arm came up briefly to touch her with the back of his hand to comfort her before dropping to his side again.

"Did they hurt you?" he asked softly, giving her a once over.

"Just a bump," she growled, shaking in anger.

Then Shanks spoke to the men in front of him again, his voice a low, threatening growl. "You're gonna regret putting your hands on her."

"What the hell was that?" one of the stooges asked, looking a little out of sorts.

The leader punk shook himself and seemed to get a grip again, looking pissed while holding a hand over his bleeding nose. "I don't know, but that bastard is just asking for a beat-" he never got to finish because Shanks' fist went slamming into his dumb face. He was thrown back on his ass as another fist came zooming by, detached from its arm.

"Hey!" Buggy protested, settling for punching one of the other punks in the face before bringing her hand back. "I wanted to get him!"

"Sorry, Buggs," Shanks gave her an apologetic smile before snarling again and pounding the bastards who'd hurt his lover. He dashed forward to punch the last man who hadn't been hit yet and then whirled around to kick another in the blink of an eye. Not to be outdone, Buggy managed to slug the brat with the pulverized nose again before Shanks kneed him in the stomach. He then grabbed the collar of the gasping man and hauled his body up before throwing him through a nearby window, shattering the glass and whatever was on the other side of the pane. That commotion caught the attention of anyone nearby and the shouting and running began. But the pair delivering some retribution was unconcerned. Buggy managed to terrorize one of the goons by smacking him with different, floating body parts before dragging his ass up by the seat of his pants. She then floated up high into the air and hung him on a flag pole, leaving him squirming in pain and hollering for someone to get him down. Feeling quite satisfied, she stuck her tongue out at him and floated back down to the ground to see Shanks throw the last goon careening into a vegetable cart, smashing it. The man then continued to fly down the street and crashed into several policemen that were approaching the commotion. At that point, the pair of pirates looked at each other with "oh shit" looks before hightailing it away from their wanton destruction of property.

And that's how they ended up running in the forest with the island's authorities hot on their heels.

"I'm blaming you for this, Shanks!" Buggy yelled as the two of them ran through a forest of giant trees. Shanks just laughed as they ran. They'd only barely managed to grab all of their things and then dash out of the town without getting caught and were now running their asses off.

"How is this my fault? They started it and hurt you!" He was still smiling even though he was arguing.

"They may have started it, but you didn't have to throw that one bastard through a shop window!"

"The same could be said of you! You strung one of them up on a flagpole by the seat of his pants!"

"And you smashed the last one through a vegetable cart!"

"Yeah, but you were the one who nearly bit that one guy's nose off!"

"He deserved it!"

"I agree!"

"So what are we arguing for?!"

"Because you want to argue!" Shanks chuckled at her agitation and wanted to kiss her cute pouting lips. Buggy blushed at seeing how cute looked with that huge smile and picked up the pace so that he didn't see her flushed cheeks.

"Hurry up!" she ordered, detaching her legs below the knees so that she could fly ahead and maybe find them a place to hide. She knew that Shanks was completely capable of dispatching the officers coming after them, but they were already in more than enough trouble. It was best for them to just quietly slip away.

The two pirates ran through the forest, dodging trees and bushes (well, Buggy's feet did anyway) for quite some time. Miraculously, the angry men behind them were slowly catching up, and Buggy was beginning to panic. So, in a moment of pure Buggy brilliance, she hissed for Shanks to grab onto her. He threw his arm around her neck and tried not to hit her with the bags he was holding, but failed. However, she did not complain and just grabbed onto that arm to make sure he was secure. The second they disappeared behind one of the giant trees, the woman lifted them high into the branches and hid them in the foliage as her feet quietly sequestered themselves in a bush near the roots. The police ran right past their hiding place, still yelling and shouting for the criminals to "get back here!" and to "give yourselves up!" Buggy floated above the branch (since she didn't have any feet), and tensed at every receding sound of their pursuers. Shanks, not wanting to let go, wrapped his legs around the woman's waist and nuzzled into her blue hair.

"Seriously?" she hissed. But contrary to her pissy attitude, she actually liked the affection.

Shanks didn't say anything until the sounds of their pursuers were lost to distance. "Hey, Buggy," he started, "Are you okay?"

The quiet question made the wall around her heart harden. She couldn't allow herself to get soft again; to be soft allowed people like those assholes to hurt her. Hadn't she learned that a long time ago? Her skin prickled, crawling at the thought of their hands on her. She felt their fingers still gripping her arms and legs, her hair and breasts, and that unwanted hand on her waist. She shuddered before mumbling, "I'm fine, idiot," setting the bags in her hand on the tree branch. The branch they were standing (floating) on was as wide as at least twice her height if not more, so space was not an issue.

Shanks unwrapped his legs and stood, depositing his bags on the branch as well. He'd felt a shift in Buggy's mood; she hadn't called him an idiot like she usually did – this time she'd meant it. Something more had happened in the alley than what he'd seen, and whatever that was it was causing Buggy to close up. She wasn't even looking at him now, still turned away and curling in on herself. The man's heart ached at her hurt. He never wanted her to be hurt, but she'd had decades of experiences, good and bad, that he would never know. And the bad ones were winning right now. He felt as if his stomach had dropped out of his body, and that sickening feeling was telling him that if he didn't do something right now, the easy camaraderie they had would disappear and the often begrudging affection she'd shown him would vanish. Before he really knew what he was doing, his hand reached out to touch her shoulder.

"Hey, look at me," he started, but she immediately slipped out of his grasp. He was unaware of the thought of an unwanted hand on her shoulder that flashed in her mind and now all she wanted to do was get away. She tried to float away, but he grabbed her hand, knowing that she could split that limb from him anyway. She didn't, floating an arm's length away from him with her hand firmly clasped in his. He felt her hand trembling in his and he squeezed it tighter.

"Buggy…" he whispered, gently pulling on her arm. "Come here." Hearing his warm voice calling to her made the woman pause and allowed her to be tenderly pulled into his one-armed embrace. She buried her face in his chest, not wanting him to see the few tears that had just slipped out. Shanks placed a soft kiss on her blue hair, his arm tightening around her back. "Hey, it's okay now. I'm here," he murmured. "Do you want to talk about it?" She mumbled something into his chest that he didn't understand. "What?"

The woman pulled her head out from his chest and said, "No." before going back to where she'd been. The redhead just held her for a few moments, knowing that Buggy was going to want to complain sooner or later. It happened sooner.

"They called my nose dumb." Buggy had been wrestling with whether or not she should tell Shanks what had happened. She had lived her whole adult life not relying heavily on others; it was strange to actually have someone she could confide in. So she did, knowing that he wouldn't judge her. And he, of course, didn't.

"Now I know why you nearly bit that one punk's nose off," Shanks replied. "He did deserve it." He kissed her hair again because he couldn't see her nose. How anyone could make fun of something so cute was a mystery. (He'd conveniently forgotten the many times he'd made fun of her nose when they were young.)

"And you telling me it's cute made me forget how weird it was." That comment had Shanks pulling away to konk her on the head with his own. "Ow!"

"Don't say that!" he admonished, looking into her shocked blue eyes.

"But it's true!" she argued back, eyes both hard and teary. "I've never seen anyone else with a nose like mine! Being with you made me forget that." Her gaze dropped as she continued, trying to both hide and stifle her tears at the same time. "I also forgot how not to let crap like what they said not get to me. This sucks. You suck!" Shanks wanted to wipe those few tears away but he was sure that she'd try to slip away from him once he did (one arm, and all).

"I know, I suck," he replied, kissing her hair for a third time. "So you want me to stop telling you it's cute?"

"No!" she snapped, glaring up at him. Shanks tried to stifle a smile as he saw her fire come back into her eyes, but failed miserably. She poked him in the chest with an insistent finger. "I deserve to be called cute and beautiful and flashy!"

"In that order, I presume?" he joked back.

"Well, flashy can be first if you can manage it," she replied, blushing.

"I'll keep that in mind," he grinned. But then the man became serious again and held the woman in his arm even tighter. "Are you going to be okay?" The easy moment passed and Buggy tipped her head back into his chest again for comfort.

"I'll be fine," she muttered. "I always am. Always have been." And it had been true. She'd always found a way to get over or ignore that crap that was thrown at her, and she was determined to do that this time too. The bluenette was quiet for a bit, just letting herself be held, before speaking again. "But I swear, if anyone like that tries to grope me again, I'm going to chop his dick off."

Shanks stiffened at her comment and Buggy felt him tense up. "They tried to grope you?" he asked. His voice was hard like it had been in the alleyway and the bluenette could practically feel the anger radiating off of him again.

"Y-yeah," she started, looking up at his furious face and scrambling to calm down the demon that had emerged. She managed to get her confident persona in place, hoping that she'd appear just fine. "But we already kicked their asses, so forget about it!"

"I won't." Shanks' expression was fierce, but Buggy knew that it wasn't directed at her (which was a relief because he was scary). "Something like that should never happen. I'm sorry I didn't get back sooner." He buried his face in her hair and she felt him kiss her head again.

Buggy sighed, holding him tightly. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have known." Truthfully, she was just glad that Shanks had been there to help her out, as awful as that would've sounded to her past self. Now that they'd spent time a lot of time together again she was comfortable with his presence, though she would never tell him that to his face (unfortunately for her, he already knew). "You came back. That's all that matters."

"I won't let them, or anyone else, touch you like that again." There was another short pause before Shanks' next question. "Are you okay with me touching you?"

Buggy had thought that she wasn't when he'd first touched her shoulder, but it had become apparent to her that only that particular touch had upset her. Once the man had put his arm around her, she'd found the touch comforting more than anything else. "Do you think that I'd be letting you hold me right now if I wasn't? Dumbass."

"I guess you're right," Shanks chuckled at his foolish question.

"Of course, I'm right," Buggy insisted. Then it was her turn to pause for a moment before continuing. "I guess that I wouldn't mind if you touched me more," she blushed, semi-surprised at her own boldness with a man she considered both her rival and for-now lover.

"Really?" Shanks was fully-surprised because usually, he was the one initiating any kind of contact, so being given permission was a big step for the woman.

"I said, 'I guess!'" she snapped, blushing in embarrassment.

Shanks smiled hugely, "Anything for you, Buggs!"

"Don't call me tha-!" Her retort was interrupted by a firm, but gentle, kiss, one which she almost immediately melted into.

It was hard for her to resist Shanks, but she did and didn't let him get the upper hand. It was her tongue that was licking at his lips before he could and it was her little nibbles at his lips that had him making appreciative noises before he had the chance to do the same to her. The kiss was progressing quite rapidly into something more, that is until a monkey dropped down to hang beside the couple. Startled, Buggy stared at the creature and she realized with horror that there had been quite a sizable audience for however long she and Shanks had been conversing. Dozens of monkey faces peered at the two humans from all over in the trees and Buggy found herself both horribly embarrassed and incredibly mad at being watched, even if the offenders were animals. It was their unwanted stares that set her ill at ease, but she was mostly mad because her kiss with Shanks had been interrupted (though, she'd never admit that to his face).

"Would you get out of here?! You ruined the moment!" Buggy exploded, causing the monkeys to scatter into the trees with noises of discontent. Shanks just started laughing and the woman turned on him next. "Why are you laughing! This isn't funny!"

"It's so funny!" He grinned at her, picking her up by the waist and twirling them around. She shrieked and held onto his torso tightly as they spun. "I've never been interrupted by monkeys before!" he laughed, "There's never a dull moment with you, Buggy!" As he stopped spinning, he pressed her back against the massive tree trunk and looked at her lovingly.

Once her head stopped spinning, the bluenette flushed hotly as his intense gaze fell upon her face. She knew that his eyes were the only ones that she wanted on her now. "Well," she replied bashfully, "I always try to be flashy, but those monkeys were up in our business. I couldn't let that fly!" she insisted.

"Well, then," Shanks' voice dropped to that sexy pitch that never failed to make Buggy shiver in anticipation. "Shall we get up to our own monkey business then?"

It took all of Buggy's restraint not to kiss and/or slap that teasing smirk off of his face.

To be Continued...

A/N: And there you go! Stayed tuned for the last chapter! :3