A/N: ZareEraz here! I'm back with another chapter :3 I kinda struggled with this one, but I made it through; I hope that it's enjoyable. Happy reading!
Chapter Two: Tomfoolery
Shanks could not figure out what was going on with Buggy – she'd been incredibly stubborn and unreasonable all day. Well, more stubborn and unreasonable than normal. For one, he could not get her to move away from the "No Swimming" Club (which had been dubbed by everyone else as the "Sack of Hammers" Club) and the bluenette seemed more interested in sipping fruity drinks with Alvida and Galdino than spending any time with him. However, every time Shanks walked toward the trio, Buggy would get panicked and irritated, and begin trying to distract Alvida or cover the woman's eyes with various floating body parts depending on what she was doing at the time, presumably in order to keep her from staring at his abs. Despite being teased about her little jealousy over and over again, Buggy refused to move away from Alvida (the source of most of the teasing) which Shanks did not get at all. If she was upset by Alvida looking at his physique, why not take some time away from them? But that wasn't happening and things just got more frustrating from there.
Buggy didn't want to play in the water (for obvious reasons), but even when Shanks offered to carry her on his shoulders so they could toss the beach ball around with whoever wanted to play, she refused. Her exact words were, "How do I know that you won't dump me into the water just for fun!?" which actually really hurt Shanks' feelings. How could she not trust him after he fished her out of the sea twice?
He pointed that fact out, but before Buggy could reply, Alvida piped up with a sarcastic comment about being an idiot for falling in the sea twice. Buggy, always one to rise to a challenge, got into a heated argument with her, and Galdino didn't help by pointing out that the first time was the bluenette's fault because she had taken them out to sea. Shanks just kinda stood there like a wallflower for a few minutes before realizing this argument was going to take some time to end and just walked off to play with his crew.
The next time he went up to her, Buggy didn't want to play a ball game on the beach either, mumbling something about messing up her hair. A knot of frustration began to form in Shanks' stomach.
She didn't want to fish either, saying something about getting sunburned, but also refusing an offer to move an umbrella to wherever they decided to fish. The knot grew.
She also didn't want to look for seashells, cool rocks, or crabs, and said something about "wearing the wrong shoes" despite being able to leave her feet behind and float around if need be. The knot tangled some more.
It was at that point that Shanks sat down next to Benn on an outcrop of rocks looking so confused. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Wrong how, boss?" the older man asked.
"I have no clue. Buggy is shooting down all of my ideas like she doesn't want to be with me, but we didn't even have a fight or anything. I can't even figure out what I did wrong if I even did something wrong!"
"That woman is one of the most unreasonable women I have ever met," Benn replied, effectively implying that he had no advice to give. "Maybe just leave her be for a while," was all he really could say. Shanks did just that, leaving the bluenette be, but still fretting about it. The one thought that plagued him was, Does she enjoy spending time with her friends more than with me now?
Two hours or so later, the redhead tried again, but Buggy didn't want to build a sandcastle of any kind because "sand will get in my swimsuit." He even offered to let her bury him in the sand, but she refused to leave her lounge chair. The knot grew and tangled again.
An hour later, she didn't want to watch for dolphins or sea turtles, and when Shanks told her that some of the guys had made a kite, she didn't want to watch them try to fly it either. The knot began to roil around and expand.
The only thing she did want was the barbeque someone had started and asked Mohji and Cabaji to get more fruity drinks for everyone. Shanks, wanting to do something to make her happy so that she'd do something with him, made both of them one heaping plate of food (he only had one hand after all). Buggy was happy eating with him, for about ten minutes until her sour mood returned. He didn't know what did it, but he suggested a nap with him after they were done eating and she refused, and then when he tried to sit down next to her and take a nap himself, she got angry at him for "being in her space." At that point, he'd just had it.
"What is wrong with you, Buggy?!" His outburst startled everyone within hearing and those who had been present for the last big fight braced themselves. Mohji, Cabaji, and Richie were frozen halfway to the trio of lounge chairs (which was really impressive for Cabaji because he was on a unicycle on sand), holding out drinks that Alvida had ordered
"What the hell do you mean?!" the bluenette shouted back.
"It seems that you just want to sit there and look pretty," he snapped. "I wanted to have some fun with you, but you're being so unreasonable today!"
Buggy snapped up straight out of her chair, furious. Alvida and Galdino also leaped up and ran behind the chairs, crouching down to watch the drama and stay out of the way. "You're mad just because you didn't get your way?! You are being such a child!"
"You're the one being a child!" he yelled. "I know that you're moody but you were perfectly fine to be with me this morning! What the hell happened?!"
"Nothing happened!"
"Then why are you pushing me away!?"
"I'm not!"
"You are!"
"Are not!"
"You haven't wanted me around all day!"
The argument continued on like that for far longer than it should have when, having reached his last nerve, Shanks shouted. "I don't know what's wrong with you but you're being such a bitch right now!"
Everyone on the beach audibly gasped and Buggy's face turned red as Shanks turned to walk away from her. As he started to walk away, Buggy spotted Benn walking over to them, his hand firmly resting against the rifle that he always had slung on his hip. Seeing that, the woman got an idea, a wonderfully awful idea. The smile she had on her lips was one that Mohji and Cabaji and Richie had seen many times when their Captain was being particularly mischievous and they both knew that this was not going to end well.
Always wanting to have the last word, she detached and let her feet run ahead of Shanks. One of them zipped right in front of his feet and tripped him. Just as she had hoped, Benn was at an angle when Shanks fell and he was solid enough that the force of a full-grown man running face-first into the side of his rifle butt didn't move him at all. The crowd around the pair gasped as the collision happened and were silent as the redhead fell into the sand – even Benn didn't move, he was so shocked. Buggy was smirking but the mean smile instantly dropped when Shanks' head came up out of the sand and he glared at her with only slightly less fury than he reserved for those who made him truly angry. Even Buggy started backing away, knowing that she'd taken it too far. However, that's when the man got an idea, a wonderfully awful idea. He'd spotted Buggy's feet trying to inch away from him but leaped up and grabbed one of them.
The man pulled his arm back – an arm that Buggy knew was incredibly strong – and got ready to retaliate. "If you don't want to be around me so bad," Shanks started, angling his body inland, "Then don't be around me somewhere…ELSE!"
And with that, the Emperor of the Sea threw his arm forward and chucked his girlfriend's foot as hard and as fast as he could. Buggy let out a shout as her foot disappeared and presumably dropped into the island's jungle. Her body now had no choice but to do what Shanks already knew that it would do, because he'd done it once before when they were kids: Buggy's body followed the moving foot once it had reached the limit of her powers and she was yanked along with it. She disappeared into the jungle with a scream that faded away a few moments later.
The whole beach was silent in her wake except for the sound of the waves and the birds.
Shanks smirked and then looked around at all the concerned, but understanding faces. "Alright, that was kinda mean," he admitted. "But she deserved it." Both crews took a moment to think about it and then nodded a few times. Even Buggy's dedicated fanboys couldn't deny it. Shanks took a moment to bask in his revenge, feeling some of his frustration drift away, and then sighed heavily as Benn gave him a look. "I'll go get her, don't worry." And with that, the man started walking off into the jungle.
Once he'd disappeared into the jungle Yasopp piped up. "5,000 Beri says they'll make up and have sex."
Benn scoffed, "That's a dumb bet to take. Of course, they will."
The sniper pouted. "Aw, you're no fun."
"Now, if you said whether or not they'll have sex and return before sunset or not, or if Shanks will be carrying Buggy back or not, that would be a bet," the first mate said with a smirk, lighting a new cigarette.
The Red Hair officers and Alvida and Galdino burst into laughter and started placing their bets while Shanks searched the jungle for his girlfriend.
About a half an hour into his search, Shanks realized that he'd done this once before when he'd called her shallow. "I'm beginning to see a pattern here," he said dryly to himself, pushing some hanging vines out of the way. "Except that time, she ran away from me instead of me throwing her, but I'm still the one looking for her instead of the other way around."
The man in his sandals and flower-patterned swim trunks jumped over a fallen tree and barely managed to stay on his feet when landed on uneven ground. He steadied himself and continued walking and talking to himself. "Is this going to be the rest of my life? Constantly looking for Buggy whenever shit goes wrong? Maybe? Am I cool with it? Probably. Except I should learn how to save myself some time by hanging onto her next time instead of throwing her. That would be good. "
He tromped through the jungle for ten more minutes before talking to himself, "But this time, it was totally her fault that we fought! I don't get what was going on with her. I'm going to pry the answers out of her when I find where she is."
Twenty more minutes passed before he truly got frustrated when he still couldn't find her. Clearly, she was avoiding him and hiding in the jungle, he could feel that she was close by. Irritated, Shanks shouted, "Oh, come on! I didn't throw you that far!" Knowing she'd rise to the challenge, the man didn't have to wait long for a reply.
"You threw me far enough, asshole!" Buggy's responding shout gave away her position high above him and a little to the right. He headed in that direction and came upon her feet stomping across the jungle floor.
"You're the one that tripped me in the first place!" he argued back once he was a few feet behind her. He could see her floating in the canopy, arms and legs crossed huffily.
Buggy's head broke off and floated down close enough to yell at him but not close enough for him to grab it. "You deserved it after picking a fight with me!"
He still tried to jump up and catch her head anyway while replying, "A fight that you started by ignoring me all day!"
She dodged him and her head floated back up to attach itself to her neck. "I did not ignore you!"
"Yes, you were! I kept trying to do things with you but you wouldn't leave that damn chair! You've been glued to me for weeks, so what the hell happened? I didn't even want to spend the whole day with you! Just a little bit of time was all I wanted and you could've still been with your friends too!" He huffed at her, putting his hand on his hip as he continued to stalk after the woman. "I still haven't even gotten an answer from you on that!"
Buggy's face flushed with anger and embarrassment that he could see even from a distance. "I…I…I just didn't know what to do!"
"Do about what?"
"I didn't want to leave Alvida and Galdino alone to gossip about us! Mostly…but I also didn't want them or my original crew judging our relationship or how we acted together since they haven't been around that long!"
"Really? That was it?" Shanks couldn't believe it! It sounded so dumb to him that she was worried about appearances, but he also knew that he was a man who cared very little about appearances when that was not the case for everyone. However, he was still peeved and shot back, "Who gives a damn about what other people think? Why couldn't you just have some fun?"
Buggy's face flushed with just anger this time at Shanks' dismissive attitude. "I care about what others think! I know I care too much about it sometimes, but I was jealous and insecure!"
"And you didn't think that you were making me feel that way?" he replied. "I had no idea why you were treating me that way! I thought that I had done something wrong!"
"You hadn't but you did when you picked a fight!"
"I only picked a fight because you were being a bitch," he grumbled.
"WHAT?!" Her head zoomed back down and got so close to his face that her big nose bumped into his. "Say that to my face!"
"You heard me! You can't deny it!"
"Screw you!"
"I just want you to acknowledge that you were being rude and unreasonable! Is that so hard to do?!"
"Yes!" she huffed, but knew that he had a very good point. She gave him a look, but when she opened her mouth he was pleasantly surprised. "Fine! I was being a bitch! Are you happy now?!"
"I will be when we're done fighting!"
"Now you're being unreasonable!"
Buggy was too busy being angry to notice that her feet were walking towards a huge hole that she was currently floating over. One foot went over and before she could stop, the other went too. She shouted in surprise and hoped that the hole was shallow but that was not the case, she felt the tug on her body again and struggled to float but it was no use. She screamed but as she fell this time, Buggy felt a solid weight settle onto her.
"I got you, Buggs!" Shanks' voice was in her ear as they both fell, with the man tucking her into his chest after his leap.
"Shanks!" She clung to him and they dropped down the sizable hole. The daylight quickly dimmed as they fell, the darkness of the hole swallowing them up. Buggy felt her feet hit the bottom and begin to roll down somewhere. She yelped as they bumped against sharp things, but managed to shout out a warning. "We're going to hit the bottom and start rolling down!"
"Got it!" Shanks squeezed her closer, determined to take the brunt of the imminent collision. However, Buggy was the one who caught them, pulling them up suddenly and floating midair. He yelped and hooked his legs around her waist so that he didn't slip off. She was making noises of discomfort and he could imagine her wincing in pain, even if he couldn't actually see her face in the dimness of the cave.
"My feet must be around here somewhere," she hissed, still holding onto him tightly. "Where are they? Come here feet!" The woman floated around trying to find her feet and pulling Shanks along with her. "Shit, I stumbled…hold on."
"I'm holding on," the redhead replied. Now that he'd caught her, he wasn't letting her go for a while. "And I'm not letting go of you for a long time."
"Don't try to be all cute now," the bluenette grumbled, and Shanks knew that she was going to forgive him; he'd already forgiven her. She started floating one way and then the other in an attempt to find her feet. It took a minute or two but the woman finally announced, "Here they come."
Not long after, the sound of footsteps got louder and louder until Buggy's wedges were tapping into place. She reattached her ankles and immediately asked Shanks to get off of her now that her powers weren't supporting him. He got off but grabbed her hand so that she couldn't run away from him again. He couldn't see it, but the woman rolled her eyes at his behavior before crouching down to feel her feet with her free hand. They were scratched and her wedges and straps felt rough and scuffed. She sighed in disappointment. "Well, these shoes are ruined."
He replied instantly, "I'll buy you another pair."
"So now you're being the doting boyfriend?" she huffed, but still liked the fact that he was holding her hand.
"We're not fighting anymore, so of course." The redhead knew that she couldn't see it very well in the very dim light of the cave, but he was smiling happily.
"You get over things too easily," she sighed.
"And you take too long," he pointed out.
"Fair point," she sighed again. "Now, how do we get out of here?" They both looked up at the opening they'd fallen through and how tiny it had gotten. "I cannot float us back up there."
"I can't jump that high either," Shanks admitted. He looked around the shadowed cave and vaguely found where Buggy's feet had come from. "Why don't we follow your feet?" She gave him a confused look that he couldn't really see. "Your feet were rolling somewhere so maybe there's an opening."
She shrugged. "Can't hurt to try." And with that, the pair walked off. They stumbled towards where they thought where a tunnel might be, but it took a couple of tries to find it, but then they were on their way. Throughout the awkward search and journey through the tunnel, Shanks never once let go of Buggy's hand, even when he tripped and would've probably needed his hand if he fell. Noting this, Buggy asked, "Are you going to hold my hand the whole time?"
"Yes," he replied. "Unless you want me to hold something else…?" She could hear the flirt in his voice and he could practically feel her eye roll. Shanks was just happy that they were finally spending some time together, even if they were lost in a cave. Nothing could ruin his happy mood now.
"I can feel you smiling," Buggy grumbled.
Shanks just smiled wider. "I love you even when you're grumpy."
"It didn't seem like it a bit ago."
"Even if I don't like you at times, I will always love you," he replied, squeezing her hand gently as they carefully rounded a corner. Buggy felt her heart warm, still not quite used to Shanks admitting his love for her. Shanks' own chest was warm too as he continued speaking. "I'd just like you to be more honest with me; I know how you can bottle things up. You're pretty good at expressing your feelings when you're angry or frustrated, but sometimes – like today, for example – you can still hold things in until it becomes too much. And I may be a little too persistent for my own good, leading to huge blowouts." He chuckled dryly and she joined him as they rounded another corner. A dim source of light was coming from somewhere up ahead and they followed it.
"You are very persistent and annoying," she agreed.
"Ouch, Buggs! That hurt my ego," he laughed, squeezing her hand.
"But I know you'll never leave me alone," she continued. "I guess that's what I needed to be reminded of."
"I won't go chasing any other ass if that's what you're worried about," he teased. "Alvida is pretty, but you're gorgeous." Buggy made a squeaking noise that meant he'd hit the nail on the head. He wanted to reassure her that everything was going to be fine and that he wasn't going anywhere. "You can tell me anything, even your doubts and insecurities." The man's chest panged as his own insecurity prickled. "My biggest fear for our relationship is that you won't rely on me, that you'll just stop wanting to be around me or have my help. I just want to make you happy." He pulled her to a stop and tugged on her arm until she was pressed against him. His hand let hers go, but it went right to her cheek as she hugged him. "I can't make you happy unless you let me know what's wrong. So please, don't keep whatever it is that you are worried about inside. That's all I ask."
He lovingly kissed her forehead and her arms tightened around him. "Okay." She mumbled. "Okay…Okay..." Buggy buried her head in his chest and he just held her for a moment. Then her muffled voice said, "I like Alvida, but sometimes she drives me nuts." Shanks' laughter echoed loudly in the tunnel and somewhere ahead of them, birds took flight after being startled by it.
"Come on, let's get out of here," he prompted, skating his fingertips down her arm and back to her hand where they wove into her fingers.
They wandered around in the caves for a while, checking through the tunnels carefully, and finding a way out. They knew that time was passing but didn't know how much. It was clear that it was getting into late afternoon when the little light that came in through cracks and small openings began turning more golden. The pair joked about how everyone must be worried about them but that it also wasn't too odd that they were taking so much time. Shanks made a joke about them fooling around to make what their friends must be thinking true, but Buggy pinched his ear and make a snarky comment about "lost in a cave sex" not being on her list of things to do right now. They continued on through the tunnels and thankfully found that the faint light coming in was getting stronger. However, it wasn't until that point with the light getting brighter and the sounds of the sea getting louder that a problem became apparent.
"Shitshitshit! Water is coming in!" Buggy's feet were getting wet as water began filling up the floor. The puddle lapping at her feet was getting larger, signaling a rising tide, and she instantly felt weak. The woman struggled to keep her legs from buckling and stumbled but had enough energy to scramble up a few jagged rocks in order to get away from the water filling up the tunnel. When that wasn't enough, she scrambled up Shanks as well.
"Ow, Buggs! Watch your hands!" the man grumbled as she poked and prodded and gripped him harshly. She ended up clinging to his back with her legs around his waist and her hands squeezing his shoulders.
"You watch your hand!" she snapped back, but he just squeezed her butt again as the sea splashed at his calves.
"I'm holding you up!" he argued, squeezing her ass again for emphasis. "You know, you could be floating, you know."
"Oh!" Buggy tapped a fist against her other hand's open palm. "That's right!" As she was about to disconnect some part of her body Shanks blushed and shook his head.
"You don't have to! I'm just saying," he mumbled, getting a little sheepish. He liked how warm she felt on his back and didn't really want her to go away, even if he had to carry her.
"Oh ho ho!" the bluenette chuckled, raising a knowing eyebrow. "So you want me to play the damsel in distress, pervert!"
"You were playing the damsel in distress," he pointed out. "I just want to help you with stuff like this." His "like this" was punctuated by him bouncing her a bit, causing the woman to throw her arms around his neck. "Keeping you safe from water is something a good boyfriend does!" He gave her a bright smile and she rolled her eyes.
"If you want to carry me I'm not complaining. Less effort for me," she conceded, giving in to his whim. "But let's get out of here before the tunnel fills up. I really don't like being in here anymore.
"You got it, Buggs." Shanks waded through the tunnel, careful to make sure that he didn't slip on the wet rocks. He felt her pressing against his back, her breasts soft and squishy. The man had to remind himself a few times to pay attention to where he was stepping and that Buggy would not appreciate getting splashed or dumped into the water if he did slip. It was going well until a few minutes later when the water was brushing up against his knees – Buggy was getting nervous again. Her fingers were tapping against his shoulder and he could feel her shifting around anxiously.
"Don't worry, Buggy," he soothed. "I've got you. I'm not going to let you get wet." He paused and his brain took his cute reassurance and turned it into an innuendo. He tried to hold back the joke and keep it sweet but Buggy knew exactly what he was thinking about.
"Just say it," she sighed. "I know you want to."
"I don't have to say it if you already know what I'm going to say," he smiled cheekily.
"Pervert." He was about to say something about how her brain had worked the same way his hand when they finally reached the end of the caves.
"Oh, wow! Check this place out!" The pair had emerged into a sea cave, the end of which led to a beautiful secret beach and jeweled waters surrounded by rock walls. The sun was getting lower in the sky, bathing the beach in soft, golden light – it was like a fantasy. Except for the increasing lack of dry land to stand on, of course. The tide was coming in still and the beach was dwindling, but there were plenty of rock outcroppings and ledges where they could rest for a while. Shanks chose one of the higher ledges to make Buggy more comfortable and jumped up to it. Once she was safe from the water, he let her get off of his back so they could take a break.
"Well, that was fun," the redhead started. "We just have to get back to everyone else now, but are we always going to have to have an adventure to make up?"
"You were the one who threw me into the jungle this time; I did not row us out into the sea," the bluenette pointed out.
"True," he conceded. "But even if we fight, I'm always going to come for you. There's no way I would've left you in that jungle or in the caves. I love you too much for that." He gave her his heart-melting smile gain and Buggy blushed fiercely and ducked her head so that she didn't have to look at his sincere expression.
Buggy's heart panged harshly, caught between feeling warm and fuzzy and a little bit guilty. She's caused problems again but Shanks had still come for her. She'd been feeling so defensive and uncertain all day until that moment when he'd leaped after her when falling down the hole. Even when they were fighting, even when they hadn't quite made up, even when she was being the unreasonable one, he'd still wanted to be with her and no one else. And that's when Buggy finally felt a little at peace with her relationship again. She realized that didn't need to worry so much about what other people were thinking (even though she always would because that's how she was) because Shanks would always be there for her. And when he'd carried her, she felt so wanted and comforted and squished herself against his broad back to keep that sensation. The warmth she was feeling in her chest now while remembering these seemingly small things spread throughout her body.
And then his dumb, unsaid "wet" joke popped into her head and was also not helping her keep her cool. Now all she could think about was him and how not-dressed he truly was. Shanks was not a complicated dresser like she was, but now he was wearing even less than normal and the bluenette felt her eyes peeking up to drift across the planes of his chest and abs like she tried to keep Alvida from doing.
Unaware of the moment she was having and her inability to keep her lust down, Shanks was very surprised when Buggy swore. "Shit."
"What?" Shanks tried to duck his head down to look at her, but she kept hiding her face from him. Her ears, however, told him that she was blushing.
"I really, really want you right now!" With her admission, the bluenette grabbed his face with both of her hands and crushed their mouths together in a not-so-gentle kiss.
It was all tongues and teeth as she got him to open his mouth to her. Shanks let Buggy in, pleased that she was being forceful with him. He let her tongue push his around and taste every corner of his mouth she could get to. He groaned as her soft body pressed up against his and his arm went to her back to crush her to him. Her nearly bare body felt so warm against his and even though they wore so little, he wanted the few barriers in between them gone. His hand went to her ass, gripping it firmly and he practically pulled her off of her feet. She gasped in response and in that moment of distraction, Shanks pushed his tongue into her mouth, giving her a deep, passionate kiss as he pressed her back gently against the cave wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed, pressing her heat against his growing erection.
"Whatever I did, I need to do it again if I get this kind of reaction," he panted when they broke apart. Buggy had done a complete about-face on her attitude towards him from earlier in the day and he was not complaining.
"Well, it was not throwing me in the jungle that is for sure." Buggy replied, blushing in that cute, pouty way of hers. He nipped at her nose to deepen the shade.
"I'll remember that," he said giving her a chaste kiss before settling on teasing her. "I like it when you wear swimsuits," the man said, bouncing a finger on the thin string in between the woman's heaving breasts. She made a small noise as the fabric pressed against her nipples; Shanks licked his lips as he saw how hard they were already, poking up through the thin fabric. "They're very easy to get out of the way." He pressed the string down towards Buggy's stomach steadily, his eyes flicking between her molten eyes and her nearly exposed breasts. She bit her lip, anticipating her nipples being freed, but then he stopped and let the bikini settle back into place.
"Shaaaaaankssssss…" she whined, hating herself for almost begging him. He grinned and kissed her right where the crossbones on her chest intersected.
"What?" he asked innocently.
Buggy glared at him. "You know what!"
"Ask me?" Shanks gave her huge eyes.
She rolled her own and gave in. But she wasn't going to be cute about it. "Just pop my breasts out already."
Even if she was being a bit rude, that did it for him. Shanks' breath caught in his lungs for a moment and he quickly pulled the string of her bikini top down with a harsh jerk. Buggy gasped as her nipples were scraped by the cloth and then suddenly exposed. They hardened into little peaks as her swimsuit squeezed underneath her breasts. He couldn't resist and took a nipple in his mouth as her hand tangled in his hair. She pressed eagerly against him, wanting his touch, enjoying his mouth on her.
"Yes, that feels good," she sighed, letting her eyes flutter shut for just a moment before looking down to watch him. She found that Shanks was looking up at her, watching her every move and expression. He loved seeing Buggy enjoy herself even with the simplest things and he loved the desire for him now that blazed in her blue eyes.
"I wish I could spoil you," he murmured, kissing her collarbone and then back down to her other nipple. He nipped at it, drawing a sharp breath from his lover. "But I'd like to do that on a proper bed."
Buggy looked around them for a moment and while it was a beautiful setting, the wall of the cave wasn't the most comfortable spot. "Maybe…" she started, and Shanks' eyes lock on her full lips as she spoke. "Maybe just a quick one."
"That's my Buggs," he smiled and kissed her nose. "I'll spoil you later, I promise."
Shanks' hand moved to cup her ass and shift her into a better position when he brushed underneath the huge bow at the back of Buggy's swimsuit bottoms. He suddenly felt skin where he shouldn't be feeling skin. "Hey, do these bottoms have a hole in the back?" Buggy didn't answer, but the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. "Naughty Buggy." He softly touched the skin that was exposed under the bow and lightly felt around the top of her ass crack. She shuddered at the very innocent-seeming caress as his finger traced around the edge of the fabric again and again. "It's very sexy of you to wear this, even if I didn't know it. Now I might get jealous if you keep walking around in it."
"That would only be fair, wouldn't it?" the bluenette started, running her fingers down to the man's bare chest. Shanks pressed into her hand as she laid it on his heart. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his ear. "I had to be jealous all day with you looking like this."
"Then mark me, Buggy," he whispered, wanting more of her. "Maybe it'll make you feel better if you know that I'm yours and only yours."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Wouldn't you?"
She didn't answer but placed a quick kiss on his lips. She then took a hand and pushed the hair at the back of his neck up and away. Detaching her head, she placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck and he shivered. Her tongue flicked out and tasted just barely before she opened her mouth. She sucked on his skin in the most sensual way, nipping with her teeth occasionally. He nearly threw his head back but resisted because he would've hit hers. Once she was done, she kissed the throbbing mark and let his hair fall back over it. Her head came around and went back to her neck where she gave him a soft but wicked smile. "Now," she whispered, "You're mine. Again."
"Always," Shanks groaned and squeezed her body tightly. He couldn't wait any longer – the heat and desire he was feeling for her needed to be released, but he had a feeling that his lover was feeling much the same way as she wiggled against him, pressing herself against his body. "I know we haven't done much, but I need you, love bug."
"Oh god, yes," she breathed, leaning down to kiss him again. Since he was holding her up, she used her free hand to push at his swim trunks, freeing his hard cock. Once that was done, she pulled her starry swimsuit aside, revealing her hot core. Shank' licked his lips as they parted from their passionate kiss, hungrily taking in how desperate the woman seemed for him. No matter how many times they made love, each time was a new adventure.
"Here it comes," he murmured, prompting Buggy to hold on while he used his hand to position his cock at her entrance.
"You don't have to announce it, I know-ah! Oooooohhhhhhh…" Buggy's moan echoed in the cave and she slapped a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. He was so hard and hot inside her that she couldn't hold back the noise.
"That was a nice sound." Shanks smiled, slipping in her further. The bluenette's whole body tensed up around him as he mostly seated himself in her, but it felt different this time. "You…okay?" he panted, getting used to her heat squeezing his dick. Since there hadn't been a lot of foreplay, Buggy wasn't as wet as she normally was, and the man hoped that he wasn't too much of a strain on her body.
"I'm…fine…" Buggy groaned, her insides throbbing at the intrusion. While Shanks may not be as riled up as he'd been other times they'd had sex, he was still big, and she ached with the size of him spreading her open. "Just give me…a minute…to adjust."
"Whatever you need, love," he cooed, pressing her to his chest. Her head flopped against his neck and all her weight was on him now, but he could support her easily. And despite the urge he had to thrust into her heat, Shanks was determined to give her as much time as she needed. The woman's hand slipped in between their bodies and rubbed her clit in an effort to make herself wetter. Shanks made noises with her as the stimulation caused little twitches and squeezes around his cock. They both endured it and it wasn't long before Buggy slid the last bits of his length into her and was resting comfortably against her lover's hips.
Feeling better, Buggy pulled her head up and finally noted, "We do this position more than the others. We should switch it up."
"But I like holding you like this," he started. Then he gave her a deep thrust that had her squealing and holding onto him tightly. "I also like that you have to cling to me," he purred, kissing in between her round breasts a few times.
"I would call you a pervert again, but I already know that's not going to get me anywhere" she grumbled, as her insides fluttered at the sudden rush of arousal in her belly.
"Says the woman who jumped me," he replied lightly.
"You like that I jumped you," she shot back.
"Touché. I'm moving now." And with that, he began thrusting into her gently, but still firm. Buggy had to admit – even though she'd just poked fun at it – this position felt so good as she hugged Shanks to her. They were both warm and the feel of his skin on hers was something that she'd never get tired of. She did what she could to move her hips against his. This was one of the few times that she'd give up most of her control, but she knew that Shanks would hold her up without issue. That was something that she'd needed to be reminded of today, apparently. And he was doing it while also making her lose her mind in a haze of pleasure. God…why is this man so perfect? she managed to think, connecting her disjointed thoughts as he thrust into her at a faster pace.
Shanks, on the other hand, loved that Buggy was feeling good. She was moaning softly in his ear, her nails digging into his back and when he rubbed her just right, she'd squeeze down on his length nicely. God...she's so perfect for me. The man wished for the thousandth time that he still had his other arm because he would've loved to tangle his fingers in her hair and pull her head back to kiss her neck but he needed to hold onto her ass – which was not a bad thing. He loved squeezing her behind; he just wanted to do more, to feel her more. So he asked.
"Buggs, tip your head back for me." The woman forced herself up from her slumped position and tipped her head as requested. The arch in her body changed the angle that Shanks hit inside her and she moaned with each new thrust, her mouth hanging open as her lover's hot lips and tongue descended on the patch of skin where her shoulder met her neck. Shanks was careful not to leave any marks there because Buggy wouldn't be able to cover them up with her swimsuit (and she got super embarrassed and defensive about visual love bites), but he could tell that even the soft nips of his teeth were affecting her. Buggy's legs tightened around his hips, pulling him that much closer and shortening his thrusts. He groaned against her skin and pushed into her harder.
"Is…it good?" she whispered, her breath coming out in huffs.
"Yes," he grunted, kissing her jaw this time. "You always are, love."
"God, I love you," Buggy murmured back, placing her own kiss on his forehead.
"I love you too," he replied, leaving another open-mouthed kiss on her neck.
They didn't talk for the next few minutes, the sounds of their bodies and their moans rising above the lapping of the waves. It was all tongue and teeth and hands (or hand, in Shanks' case when he could get it off of Buggy's ass for a few moments) and the two lovers relished how good they were feeling. The woman even managed to buck her hips against his, making the man's thrusts slip inside her deeper, much to their satisfaction. Buggy was twitching around Shanks' cock constantly now and the man felt his groin tighten in anticipation of his release, but he didn't know if Buggy was as close as he was. He hoped so and made his thrusts a little more forceful. The bluenette gasped, stiffened, and dug her nails into his back, but she didn't scratch him like she normally would. He smiled as some part of her mind had the sense not to make too many marks on him when he didn't have a shirt to cover them up.
When she'd recovered from the spike of pleasure he'd shot into her body, she said bluntly, "I'm going to cum."
Shanks sighed in relief. "Good," he huffed, a charming smile on his face. "I thought that I wouldn't be able to outlast you this time."
"Yeah…not gonna last…" Buggy admitted with an embarrassed blush.
"Don't be embarrassed," Shanks reassured her, kissing her lips quite chastely for the situation they were currently in. "I think it's so cute that you can't control yourself!"
He knew she was about to make a snarky comment but his dick slid inside her body at just the right angle and deepness that short-circuited her brain. Buggy's release slammed into her and she cried out sharply. Shanks scrambled to wrap his arm around her waist and she stiffened and lost her grip on him. The only things that did hang on were her legs and they were squeezing him so tightly that the man felt every moment of her orgasm all around him. Usually, he'd keep thrusting into her while she rode it out – trying to prolong the pleasure – but this time he was completely subjected to her pleasure. And damn, Buggy was almost unbearably tight as she convulsed around him. She looked so damn beautiful too: her body arching gracefully, the few strands of blue hair she'd left out of her bun framing her face, her eyes close to just feel everything, her red lips making a perfect "O," her skin taking on a slight sheen sweat from their exertions, and her breasts heaving when she tried to catch her breath. Seeing her in such ecstasy, the man couldn't hold back his release either, especially since her body was trying to milk him of everything he had. With a sharp groan, Shanks let himself go as well, pressing his erection into her as far as it would go and losing himself in her heat. Her wetness was joined by his own as he let himself cum deep inside her. Buggy moaned again at the feel of his hot cum spurting inside her body. Her eyes were still closed so her hand blindly felt up his shoulder and neck to his head. She pulled Shanks' head into her chest and held him there as they both recovered. Shanks could hear the rapid beat of her heart, and his heart was matching her pace.
Their breaths came heavy and quick as the ocean continued to lap at the rocks around them. The pair completely forgot where they were and just focused on the after-tingles of their lovemaking. It took quite some time for Buggy to come back down to earth and Shanks only became aware of it when her legs suddenly went limp and she let him go. The man carefully slid out of his lover's body and lowered them to the ground. Buggy's eyes were still closed, and she twitched as some last vestiges of pleasure ran across her skin.
"I thought you were never going to let me go," Shank panted teasingly, reaching out to stroke his lover's cheek with affection. "You were holding onto my dick so tightly!"
"You have no right to complain about it," she replied, cracking her eyes open to see him smiling dorkily down at her. "I seem to recall that you came while I was holding on so tightly." She reached out and ran her fingers over his abs, across his chest, and up his neck to his stubbly jaw. "But damn, that was good."
His smile widened. "I know I am."
She pinched his cheek and yanked on it. "The egocentric comments are not needed."
"Hey, I just think that we're making up for all the times you ignored me today," he argued while also rubbing his cheek against hers.
"Don't remind me," she groaned, embarrassed by her behavior.
"I promise not to remind you of it…too often."
"You suck!"
But neither of them complained about it anymore as they got cleaned up and put back together, once Buggy could stand again, of course. The pair then picked their way through the increasing amount of water coming into the sea cave and the bluenette ended up sitting on Shanks' shoulders since the water was up to his waist by that point.
She reminded him, "Don't drop me," while holding onto his head nervously.
He patted her right thigh reassuringly. "I won't, love bug." Once he got them out of the sea cave, they scrambled up some rocks to get away from the rising tide and found themselves looking over a huge beach that led in the direction of their ships, which were tiny in the distance.
"I guess we're walking," Buggy commented.
"Unless you want me to carry you?"Shanks asked, turning the comment into a question. Buggy didn't answer and just rolled her eyes as she turned to climb down towards the new beach. Shanks followed after her. Once they were on the beach again, the pair wove their fingers together and Shanks brought their hands up to his lips. Kissing the back of the bluenette's hand, he murmured. "Now, no more getting jealous." Then he smirked. "Unless it ends in sex of some kind."
Buggy lightly smacked his shoulder. "You are impossible!"
"True, but not as impossible as you." He smiled and swung their arms between them. Buggy just stuck her tongue out at him and squeezed his hand tighter. Shanks just laughed as they happily walked down the beach, bathed in the soft golden light of the approaching sunset.
To be Continued...
A/N: And there you go! Until next time! :3