She never realized it before, but the sea beneath the waves was mesmeric. It was vast, in a frightening way but also extremely beautiful. Samira stared in awe at the dark abyss outside the porthole in the hall; the lights on the sub gave her little to work with but the changing shades of blue were enough to keep her attention.

I'd rather think about this than the events yet to come.

Meaning her long-awaited reunion with her family.

Ever since the sub was repaired all Samira could think about was this. She didn't want to go home, but something told her to trust Law and that was what she was going to do. Still, so much had gone passed her notice; the little things.

Like the sea deep beneath the ocean.

How many times had she walked past this same porthole and not looked out of it? Too damn many. And today may be her last chance. Tears filled her sad eyes.

I'm going to miss this. And them. And even-

"What are you doing?"

Samira lurched in fright and looked over her shoulder at the curious polar bear standing behind her. She took an uneasy breath and put her hand over her chest.

"You scared me, Bepo."

"I'm sorry," he uttered as he bowed his head in shame.

Samira brought up her hands in protest. She forgot how sensitive he was.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You just caught me off guard is all. I was too focused on the ocean."

Bepo hummed and peeked out the port hole. Was there something out there?

"I don't see anything."

"There isn't anything in particular out there," Samira admitted with a snort. "I just like the way the ocean looks beneath the waves."

Her face heated up in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. It sounds ignorant saying it out loud. I just never took the time to admire it until now."

Now that she was going home.

"I see it every day in the control room," Bepo mentioned as he scratched his head. He wasn't sure, but he reckoned that Samira was just upset. He understood her pain. The idea of her leaving upset him too. But what could he do?

"I... have a copy of Princess Uta's 'New Genesis' solo song," he blurted out suddenly, hoping to redirect her thoughts.

It seemed to work for now. Samira smiled widely and her eyes lit up in excitement.

"I'd love to hear it. Perhaps Law will let us blare it over the intercom system when he wakes up."

Bepo hummed.

"He's working at the moment in his room, but maybe later. I'm a big fan."

"He's still awake?" Samira asked in shock.

The bear shook his head. He was used to his captain going days without sleep, but even he was worried about him as of late. Law was planning something extreme and though the crew knew a little about it, he wasn't sure what the man was doing. But one thing was certain, Bepo trusted him.

"I don't believe this," Samira uttered in annoyance.

The man was reckless with himself. She knew that she should let it go; it was honestly none of her business, but she couldn't stand seeing him like this. It angered her to no end.

"We'll have to do a rain check on the song. Please excuse me."

Bepo hummed watching Samira as she stormed by. Perhaps he should not have told her that Law was awake. This wasn't going to end well for her, or the stoic man.

"I'm sorry, captain."

With an uneasy breath, Samira knocked on Law's bedroom door. She waited until he gave her permission to enter, then walked in, closing it behind her.

"What do I owe the pleasure, Amunet-ya?" Law asked as he glanced up from his map at the said woman. She appeared to be annoyed, something he was not ready to deal with.

"Bepo said you were still awake. Have you not rested since we returned?" She asked.

Law sighed. He had an idea she'd give him hell once she found out.

"I haven't the time. The repairs on the ship had to be overseen and now I have work to do."

He hadn't the time? Samira narrowed her eyes at him. Why was he being so stubborn?

"Do you hear yourself? You sound like an idiot."

Law tossed her a heated look.

"I'm in no mood to deal with you right now, Amunet-ya."

"Boo hoo," Samira stated.

She was in no mood to hear his excuses. The man was sleep deprived, yet he continued to force himself to work.

"It won't hurt you to have a day of rest. You need it," she asserted.

Law pinched the bridge of his nose and stood. He walked over to the hatch and opened it, motioning for the door.

"Leave."

"Not until you lie down," Samira retorted.

What was her problem? She was more annoying than ever, in Law's opinion. He turned his tired eyes towards her and tightened his jaw.

"I can't rest just yet. I have to plot our next destination and not to mention where we're going is dangerous."

Why was he like this? He acted as if everything should be done according to a plan, and if that plan failed, he was a complete wreck. Was he worried about the crew? Samira softened her eyes.

"I know the Isle better than you do; I can lead us. But if you continue to push yourself then you won't be much help when it comes to watching after the crew. I saw what happened back in New Kelna. You expended your Devil Fruit power until you could no longer use it."

"I don't need this from you," Law mentioned with a shake of his head.

Samira turned up her eyes in annoyance.

"Then rest. I can keep an eye on the crew."

The pirate captain tossed her a glare. Was she serious?

"I said no. Leave or––"

"Or what?! Samira shouted. She had enough. Her power peaked, but she didn't care. "You can't do a damn thing to me in this state! As a pirate captain that makes you look reckless and weak! The crew needs you at your––"

She gasped as Law slammed the door shut. She wasn't expecting him to act so violently. Staring into his tired eyes, she felt her skin heat up in embarrassment. Her stomach twisted in dread, but she found his closeness comforting. Without caring about the consequences of her actions, Samira leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.

Law widened his eyes. Why in the hell was she kissing him? Her lips were warm and welcoming, but he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back.

"What has gotten into you?"

Samira flicked her tongue out to wet her lips.

"I just wanted to kiss you."

Law grunted and though his head was telling him to push her away, his body was tingling from her touch. He buried a hand in her long white hair and leaned her forward, kissing her roughly. The woman hummed in response and he pressed harder, knocking her back against the wall of his room. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, bringing goosebumps to his skin. This sensation was familiar; it was chaotic and confusing, but it felt so good. He felt untamed; his cock hardened.

It's her Devil Fruit, he reminded himself. She must have been infusing him with it.

The pirate captain pressed his hips into hers, hearing her groan in pleasure. He wanted her. Deprived of sleep and tingling with her power, he couldn't force himself to push her away. Law brought his hands down and grabbed her bare thighs, using the wall and his strength to lift her. He grinned as she gasped into the kiss, seizing the moment to slide his tongue into her mouth.

Samira shivered in pleasure. She wasn't sure what swayed Law into this position, but she wasn't going to argue. It's not like she'd be around to see him much longer; not when her homeland was fast approaching. Pressing her tongue against his, she tightened her lips and sucked lightly. In response, Law thrusted his hips, pushing his erection against her clothed pussy. She wasn't aware that her dress had slinked up her thighs, exposing her panties to him until she felt his jeans brush against her upper thighs and outer lips. Her legs slid around his narrow waist and tightened, wanting to feel him more.

Sliding a hand between them, Law pulled aside her panties and sank his forefinger into her wet heat; the E of his tattoo disappeared inside of her. Samira tightened in response, moaning into the kiss. As easily as the last, he added his middle finger and curled the two, pumping them into her. His thumb eased between her folds and toyed with her clit as he did.

Not able to hold back her moans, Samira broke the kiss and rested her head against the wall she was pressed against. This felt unreal.

"You're so... so––"

Law snorted.

"Are you having trouble talking, Samira-ya? You had so much to say a moment ago."

"Seh (shut up)!" Samira exclaimed. "Anna aredk (I want you)!"

He had no idea what she had said, but he knew that with her tone, it was probably a slur regarding his remark. Law removed his fingers, grinning as she arched her hips against him.

"Please."

She sounded so desperate. He understood her annoyance. Law wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her from the wall over to the desk. She managed to yank his V-neck up in the back as he sat her down, knocking his fur hat to the floor. He groaned and removed the shirt, exposing his bare chest to her.

Samira widened her eyes. The ink that she had seen peeking out from the neck of his shirt was a tribal-style heart with his Jolly Roger on it. There were even simpler drawn hearts on each of his shoulders.

"Rayie jidana (so gorgeous)," she uttered in awe.

The pirate raised a brow. He considered asking her to refrain from speaking whatever her native language was during this, but something in her tone made him reconsider. Her fingers traced along the black lines on his chest then slid down his stomach to the lining of his pants. Law shivered as she leaned forward and kissed his taunt skin. Burying his fingers in her hair, he allowed her to tease him a moment before he stepped back and walked around the side of his desk, leaning down to retrieve a square-shaped foil package from within.

Samira hummed, recognizing it as a condom. This was happening. Goosebumps littered her arms as she watched Law shove the condom into his pocket and return to the back of the desk. His fingers sank into her hair and leaned her head back.

"Lie back," he ordered.

Without a word, she rested on her back and shivered as the chill bit into her skin; her nipples hardened in response. But this was forgotten as Law sank his hand between her thighs and slid her cotton panties down. He noted the bit of wetness on the crotch as he balled them up and tossed them onto the floor, grinning as he sank his fingers back into her wet heat.

It was about time. Samira hummed as he curled his fingers in her and fucked her. She liked his hands and what he was doing to her, sending small teasing waves across her body, but she wanted more. A grin spread across her face as she stared up at him, observing his focused expression as he watched his fingers sink into her.

"Captain?"

Law's attention turned to her, eyes widening a bit. He couldn't believe it. Was she teasing him? As much as he tried he couldn't suppress the low groan that tore from his throat.

"I need you," Samira stated.

His cock throbbed in response. Law removed his fingers from her and wiped her arousal on his pants as he reached up to unbutton them. Taking the condom from his pocket, he placed the edge of the foil between his teeth as he freed his hard cock, then tore the package and covered himself with the condom.

Samira watched in nervous anticipation as Law positioned himself at her entrance. It was now or never; she had the chance to back out if she wanted to, but she didn't. She wanted him so badly. There was a bit of pain as he slid into her, stretching her to fit his size, but she took an uneasy breath and focused on the faint sensation of pleasure that was present. It grew as Law thrusted into her over and over.

The said man groaned and grabbed the edge of her dress, yanking the front up over her navel. The snake tattoo gleamed at him from her waistline; an ominous drawing that made her more gorgeous to him. With one hand Law gripped her thigh, and with the other, he teased her clit. Witnessing her arch her back and softly moan brought a grin to his face. A moment ago, she was barking orders at him and now she was on her back, taking his cock with his name on her breath.

Samira clutched the edge of the desk with both hands and rotated her hips. She wasn't going to last long, not with Law stimulating her as he thrusted into her. Each one was starting to press against her cervix and though it hurt a bit, her mind was too mesmerized to care. He knew too well how to stir the pleasure building inside her. A strong wave made her walls tighten; Samira tossed her head back and stiffened as it peeked then simmered down. She was so close.

"Law... more. I need it."

Releasing her thigh, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around her neck, squeezing her. Samira tightened around him and for a moment Law regretted the action. His cock twitched; he almost came. The princess stared up at him with tears in her red eyes; her mouth was open just a little, uttering his name the best she could. It was intense. He wanted to stop, to catch his breath before he spilled in the condom, but all he could think about was how tight and warm she felt; how beautiful she looked as she pleaded with him to let her come. He drew short, quick circles around her clit with his thumb and tightened his grip around her neck, watching her eyes roll back as an orgasm washed over her. Samira tensed up and her pussy fluttered in response, sending Law quickly over the edge with her.

The hand around her neck loosened and pulled away. Samira took in a deep breath and slowly came down from her high, resting her back against the desktop. She was in a haze for a moment; her insides throbbed and her body relaxed. The pirate hovering over her leaned against her as he caught his breath, then removed himself from her – much to her dismay – and took a step back.

Law removed the condom and tied a knot in the top, humming at how much he came. He never really took time to masturbate so it was no surprise that he had spilled quite a bit into it. He walked around the desk and tossed the used condom into the waste basket, then dressed. A grin spread across his face as he noticed that Samira had not yet moved.

"You should clean up, Amunet-ya. Aftercare is important if you don't want a UTI. You can use my bathroom."

"Yes doctor," Samira teased.

She sat up with a grunt and slid off the desk, turning to face him.

"A moment ago I was your captain," Law mentioned.

Heat spread across her face. During sex it was hot, but now it was just strange.

"I shiver to think how that would turn out."

"With your mouth, I assure you that'd you would never be free of punishment," Law retorted.

He sat down at his desk and stifled a yawn, an action that didn't go unnoticed by the woman in front of him.

"If I had known that was all it would take to put you out, then I would have given myself to you sooner," Samira joked.

Law hummed. Would she have now? The woman tightened her jaw.

"It was a joke."

"Whatever you say, Samira-ya."

She turned up her eyes and leaned down to pick up his shirt, then tossed it at him in annoyance.

"You are the most infuriating person I have ever met."

Law snorted. He too felt the same about her, but she was more tolerable than Eustass Kid and Monkey D. Luffy. Watching her storm passed him to the bathroom, he leaned his head back with a sigh. Even with her ability gone, he still felt untamed. Perhaps he wanted her more than he thought; the image of her beneath him remained in his mind, even when he laid his head down on his desk and closed his eyes.

With her business done Samira left the bathroom and returned to find that Law had fallen asleep at his desk. She turned up her eyes in annoyance – at least he was resting – and walked over to his bed, yanking the blanket off and resting it over his shoulders. For a moment she stood there and watched him; the slow rise and fall of his chest made her too feel tired. Perhaps she would return to her bunk and take a nap too.

Warm tears suddenly stung her eyes.

"I... want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me this far. All of this will be over soon and I can hardly believe that I'm going home. I just –– Please don't forget me."

Samira sobbed, then quickly covered her mouth so as not to wake Law. Her shoulders shook in anguish as she silently cried. Why did it have to come to this? She didn't want to leave the crew.

I don't want to leave you.

Tightening her jaw walked towards the door. Noticing the hat on the floor, Samira picked it up and rested it back on the captain's head. She watched him for a moment, then sadly smiled and left the room in a rush.

Law eased open his tired eyes and then shut them again once he knew that Samira was gone. What he had in mind was not going to sit well with the Princess of the Red Sand. She might never forgive him; he was certain that she wouldn't.