****WARNING! ADULT SITUATIONS AHEAD! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!**** That means sex, kids!

I ignored the shouting Kid Pirates and their captain (who was trying very hard not to let any of his fear show) and turned to Shanks. I explained to him how I could hold my Armament Haki just long enough that I could flick my claws together. Somehow that made my claws get very hot, so when I cut people, the wound was instantly cauterized. I then added that a lot of stronger haki users could utilize it a similar way to actually light themselves on fire. Shanks looked intrigued by what I had said and glanced down at his hand. He snapped once and his hand abruptly was lit on fire. Shanks let out a whoop of joy and shook his hand, extinguishing the flame.

As the man next to me continued playing with his new-found ability, I crouched in front of my children. "I guess the Old Man and I need to have a talk," I told them.

Both boys frowned and Eli started, "That's good. Grandpa has been saying for years—" with Sora finishing, "—That you and Red-Hair need to air out your dirty laundry."

I felt my cheeks blush slightly, but ignored it as I frowned back at the twins. "And when did you hear the Old Fart say that?" I asked, trying desperately to keep my voice calm.

"Last time he visited," Eli answered with a grin.

Sora added, "It was when you, Dadan, and Grandpa were drinking. You—"

"—Had already passed out when Grandpa said it."

My frown deepened. "I thought you guys were out training with Luffy when Garp visited."

I was answered with identical grins. "We came back to steal some meat," they said in sync.

"Why—," I cut myself off with a sigh. I rubbed my face with my hand before looking back at the boys. "Never mind, that's not important right now. Shanks and I are going to go on ahead to the house. I have a special mission for you guys, though." The smiles on their faces widened and stars appeared in their dark eyes. "I want you to take these pirates and go find the most secure, heavily guarded building on the island. Just find it for me, but don't get too close to it. Can you do that?"

The twins shouted that they could before running off to Little Bastard. As they started to explain their mission to him, Mask-Chan walked up to me. I took his hand, allowing the pirate to pull me to my feet. "You're not here just for the hot springs, are you?" he asked quietly.

I glanced over at him before looking back at Little Bastard. "No, I'm not," I answered slowly. I turned and faced Mask-Chan head-on. "Technically, I am here as a Marine. Right now, I'm sending you guys out on a little reconnaissance mission. Low danger, but I want your word that you will protect my children."

I found it unnerving to not be able to read the man's face, but I kept my eyes locked on where I assumed his eyes were. From what I had seen on Sabaody, Mask-Chan had seemed much more level-headed than his captain. The way the two men had interacted had reminded me of Luffy and his Vice-Captain, Zoro. Because of that, I felt that Mask-Chan could feel the full weight of my words, and the threat that was laced through them. Mask-Chan, much more so than Little Bastard, would be able to understand what I would do to them should any harm come to my children.

After a long, tense silence, Mask-Chan gave me a slow nod. "I understand. There is a house not too much farther up the road," he said, pointing in the direction we were heading. "We have set up camp there. We will be back before dark."

As Mask-Chan walked off to join his crew and my children, I glanced up at the sky. It was difficult to tell with the cloudy sky, but I guessed that Shanks and I would have, at most, three hours to talk. I jumped slightly when a warm arm wrapped around my waist. I glanced up at Shanks, but he was busy watching as the pirates walked away with the boys. It had been so long since I had last seen Shanks, and I hadn't wanted to look to closely at him once we were reunited. I took the chance his distraction gave me to really take a look at the pirate.

Shanks had aged in the past ten years. That was to be expected. I think out of all of us, Lucky Roo is the one who changed the least. But Shanks was far from the one who changed the most. His hair was still a deep red, falling just to his shoulders. It was longer in the front now, and seemed to have darkened slightly. There were ghosts of wrinkles on his forehead, at the corners of his eyes, and between his eyebrows. Stubble still surrounded his mouth, but had moved up his chin. His body, from what I could see with his clothing, hadn't changed much. I think he might have more muscles now, though. But his eyes, those beautiful, dark eyes had remained exactly the same. I could never forget those eyes as I saw two identical copies every time I looked at our children.

Shank's eyes looked down at me and one of his brows quirked up. "Are we going to go inside, Kitten?" he asked in his mild, deep voice.

I blushed and looked away from Shanks. I had been so engrossed in studying him I hadn't even realized that we had started walking. I looked up at the large house in front of us. It seemed to be a two story log cabin, and I could see smoke coming from the chimney. We stepped inside the door and I found myself glad that the Kid Pirates had beaten us there first. They had taken the time to start a fire in the fireplace, so it was starting to warm up. Around the room we stepped into, there were various bags, clothing, and weapons scattered about.

As I looked around, taking in all of the overly large, rustic furniture, Shanks walked straight to the staircase at the back of the house. I jogged to catch up with the pirate, climbing the stairs and making it to the second floor not long behind him. Shanks was walking down the hallway, opening and shutting all of the doors. Finally, he must have found what he was looking for, as he stepped into a room. I followed him, shutting the door behind me to block the cold air from the hallway. I turned around to face Shanks, taking in our new surroundings.

We were standing in a small bedroom, the only piece of furniture a large, double bed underneath one of the many windows. It seemed that the Kid Pirates hadn't been inside this room, so I decided that it would be mine while we stayed here. I carefully slid my bag off of my shoulder and gently set it down on the floor. I followed with my coat, carefully hanging it on the foot-board. I sat down on the bed and started to unlace my boots. All the while, Shanks watched me, his face unreadable. Once my shoes fell to the floor with loud thumps, I couldn't take his silent stares any longer.

"You wanted us to be alone so that we could talk, yah?" I whispered, not wanting to make too much noise in the quiet room.

Shanks let out a small grunt before he took two steps. This put him close enough to touch my knees, and I had to look up to see his face. Still frowning, Shanks murmured, "You're having a hard time keeping control."

I frowned back and answered him, despite his words not containing a question. "Yes, I am. But how did you know?"

Shanks' lips moved in the ghost of a smile. "C'mon, Kitten," he said softly. "I spent nearly every day with you for over a decade. I can tell when you're about to lose it." I said nothing and Shanks took another step closer to me, his legs brushing between mine. I had to lean back on my arms to still be able to see his face and I felt my own heat. "Do you want me to help you?"

The sudden question shocked me, so I was only able to answer with an eloquent, "Huh?"

Shanks leaned down abruptly, resting his hand over mine as he put his face close to mine. "We can spar like we used to," he murmured. His dark gaze then slowly lowered until it rested on my lips. "Or we could try something—else."

Even as my heart skipped a beat and my breathing sped up, I felt my eyes well with tears. "I am not going to have sex with you to satisfy your petty jealousy, Shanks," I snapped, pushing the pirate away from me. I stood up and paced away from him, lacing my hands behind my head. I turned back to face him, my anger flaring. "You gave up any right to feel jealous," I said harshly.

I saw my anger echoed on Shanks' face as he stood up and stalked across the small space. I quickly stepped away from him, but found my retreat hindered by the wall. Shanks placed his hand on the wall next to my head and put his face in mine again. "I know I did! But that doesn't stop it," he growled. "I still think of that night as the biggest mistake of my life." I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face, even as my anger sharpened. I opened my mouth to speak, but Shanks covered it. "But the second biggest mistake was sending you away."

His words knocked the wind out of my lungs. I was unable to do nothing but stare at Shanks as he pushed away from me and started to pace the length of the room. "You were still a kid," he said, more to himself than to me. "I shouldn't have let it go that far. But it doesn't change the fact that it has never left my mind since."

My heart flipped and my voice sounded raw when I asked, "What?"

Shanks spun around fast enough to make me jump. "I have had sex with plenty of women," he said, ignoring my question. "Both before and since. But every time I have had sex since that night ten years ago, it was your face I saw in my mind. It was your lips that I kissed, your skin that I caressed." Shanks was breathing heavily and he turned away from me again. "Shit! I knew right away that I made a mistake! Garp wanted me to take care of those bandits and then leave Dawn island. It should have only taken us a couple days, at most. I was there for months, just hoping that Garp would bring you there!

"I wanted to bring you back the moment you were no longer in my sight. So I waited in the place I hoped you would go, but you never came. After the incident with Luffy and that Sea King—I knew it wasn't safe for the village if we stayed there any longer. So we left. But I kept hoping that you would run away, that you would come find us. Find me." I quietly walked over to Shanks and lightly placed my hand between his shoulder blades. The man flinched, but he didn't look at me. "Three years ago, Ace told me that his sister was still mad at me. And after I heard you, heard the anger and hurt in your voice... I started looking into you. I found you once, on an island capturing a pirate. I started to go to you, but—I saw the look in your eyes. You like being a Marine."

"I—"

Shanks turned and pinned me with his dark gaze. With a sad smile, he said, "Can you honestly tell me that you don't?"

I couldn't look away from his honest stare. My mouth opened, but no sound could come out. He was right. For the first few years I was a Marine, I didn't like it at all. Hell, I downright hated it. But then Garp and Sengoku starting me sending after specific pirates and outlaws, the ones who had genuinely done harm. Not the ones like Luffy, Ace, or—hell—even Whitebeard, who were hunted because they were pirates, not for what they had done. I started to like being a Marine, liked helping people when no one else could. Looking into Shanks' eyes, I knew that he could read me like an open book. So I told him the truth.

"I love being a Marine." Pain flashed across his face before it went perfectly still. Shanks started to turn away from me, so I cupped his cheek with my hand. "But that doesn't mean that I've stopped loving you."

Shanks leaned down and lightly pressed his lips against mine. He pulled back and met my gaze before slowly kissing me again, longer this time. I started to kiss him back, tilting my head slightly. A groan—his, mine, I don't know—and suddenly I was pressed against the wall behind me. My arms slid behind Shanks' neck as his hand tightly grabbed my hip. Shanks pressed his body against mine and I could feel his excitement growing against my stomach. His tongue lightly licked my lip and I quickly opened my mouth.

I fully expected Shanks' tongue to dive into my mouth and take what I was offering like the pirate he was. But he didn't. Shanks' tongue lightly licked my lip again before slowly moving deeper. He took his time to explore my mouth, his tongue lightly rubbing against mine. His hand moved under my shirt, his fingers brushing against my skin. My hand moved up to tangle my fingers in his hair as our tongues started to fence. Shanks groaned into my mouth as his hand slid lower on my back. His hand tightly grabbed my ass and suddenly I was in the air.

I let out a loud gasp before my back was pressed against the mattress. I opened my eyes and looked up at Shanks. His dark eyes were half shut, but full of heat. I sat up and started pulling at the clasp of his cape. It fell to the floor in a pool at his feet. I quickly grabbed the front of Shanks' shirt and yanked, pulling him down onto the bed. I used the momentum to flip me over until I was straddling his hips. Shanks rested his hand on my hip as I brushed some of his hair out of his face and pressed a kiss at the corner of Shanks' mouth. He turned his head, trying to capture my lips in another kiss. I quickly pulled away and gave Shanks' a sly grin.

I leaned down again and started to trail kisses down the length of his neck. Shanks made a small sound deep in his throat, tilting his head up slightly. I moved lower, lightly nipping his collarbone before moving down to the exposed part of his chest. I moved my fingers and deftly started to unbutton his shirt, pressing kisses down the center of his chest and stomach. When I released the last button, I pushed his shirt open and sat up. I looked down at his naked torso and felt my already racing heart speed up. I lightly ran my hands up and down his tanned skin. I traced the slight scars that covered his skin, noting the newer ones. I lightly ran my nails over his pecks before pushing his shirt off of his left shoulder.

Shanks started to sit up, his hand reaching for his shirt, but I placed on hand on his chest to hold him down. I looked at his face, meeting his dark gaze as I leaned down and kissed his upper bicep. I ran my hand down what was left of his arm and whispered, "Thank you—for saving him."

Shanks let out a small, husky chuckle and moved faster than I could blink. One moment I was sitting on his stomach and the next my back was pressed tightly against the mattress. Shanks had positioned himself between my legs, his arousal clear enough to make me gasp. When he had flipped us, Shanks had lost what remained of his shirt, so his bare arm was propped up next to my head. Shanks gave me a small grin before he leaned down and gave me a deep kiss, taking my breath away. Shanks pulled back too soon and his fingers pushed some hair out of my face.

"Let's not talk about Luffy right now," Shanks murmured, pushing himself up so that he was kneeling between my legs.

Shanks moved his hand so that it lightly surrounded my throat. With his thumb, Shanks softly stroked my bottom lip before pushing it just inside of my mouth. I lightly bit the tip of his finger, making Shanks chuckle again. He moved his hand down, leisurely rubbing first my neck, then my chest, before softly running between my breasts and down my stomach. Shanks grabbed the edge of my shirt and tugged it up. I sat up slightly and held my arms above my head, helping him remove the fabric. Shanks hissed in a loud breath as he threw my shirt, his gaze pinned to my chest.

My shirt had had built in support, so I hadn't bothered to wear a bra. Shanks stared down at my chest, his tongue peeking out to lightly lick his bottom lip. I started to feel embarrassed, moving my arms up to cover my breasts a I felt heat flood my cheeks. Shanks let out a low growl and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. He lowered his head and lightly kissed the top of my breast before gently nipping the skin. I let out a small gasp, but it was drowned out as Shanks growled again. He sat up, releasing my wrists. He reached for the sash tied at his waist, pulling it free.

Shanks gave me a wild grin and deftly managed to tie my arms to the headboard, making me let out a small squeak of surprise. Despite only having one hand, Shanks easily tied me tight enough that I couldn't move my hands away from the headboard, but not enough to hurt. Shanks gently took my chin in his hand and gave me a deep kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth to lightly run against mine. He pulled back too soon and I found myself lifting my head to try and reclaim his lips. Shanks' grin widened as he gently pushed me back onto the mattress.

His hand slid down to my neck before retracing his movements from a moment ago and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. When his fingers reached my bellybutton, he softly circled it before moving back up my stomach. Shanks continued moving his hand up my ribs until he held my breast in his hand. In one smooth movement, Shanks pinched one nipple while he pressed his lips to the other. I let out a loud gasp and felt a shiver roll down my spine.

Shanks started to lightly kiss and suck on my nipple as his hand played with the other. He interspersed his gentle caresses with sharp tugs, alternated his kisses with small nibbles. My chest heaved with heavy breaths and I found my back arching off of the bed towards him. At once, Shanks took one nipple between his teeth and the other between his fingers and he pulled on both. I let out a small cry and felt my cheeks heat again. Shanks looked up from my breast, the smile gone from his face, only to be replaced with heat in his dark eyes. Goosebumps raised all over my skin, making my already hard nipples tighten painfully.

Shanks' fingers continued to play with my nipple, but I found my lips captured by his once more. I tugged uselessly at the sash, wanting to wrap my arms around the pirate. His fingers suddenly left my breast and he swallowed my cry of dissent. Shanks sat up and looked down my body as his fingers hooked in my skirt. With one hard tug, the soft fabric was pulled down my thighs and off my legs. Shanks' gaze heated as he looked at my stocking-covered legs and the small piece of black lace between them. Shanks' hands made quick work of the clasps of my garter-belt, pulling it off like the skirt.

"Very pretty, Kitten," he said, voice rough, as he worked. "But right now, I just want you."

He promptly pulled my stockings off, pressing kisses along the inside of each leg as he worked. All too soon, I was completely bare before him, discounting the lace thong. Shanks let out a low groan and grabbed my left calf. He placed it on his shoulder and started to kiss along my inner thigh. He moved lower and lower, his kisses butterfly-soft but making my heart stutter all the same. When he reached the apex of my thighs, he looked up and met my gaze. Grinning, he reached over my hip and slowly pulled the fabric aside. I swallowed my moan as I was suddenly bared to him, his breath softly brushing against the sensitive flesh.

Shanks let out another low groan and pressed a light kiss between my legs. I gasped loudly, my hips twitching before I could stop them. Shanks repeated it once, twice, before his tongue slid out and softly licked the length of my slit. I couldn't stop my small moan, my eyes snapping closed. Shanks did it again, pressing deeper. I could feel him groan just as much as I heard him. Suddenly, Shanks wasn't taking things slow. He pressed his tongue hard against me, running his tongue along my inner depths before reaching that special spot.

I let out a loud, quick moan and he returned, running circles around that little button. My hips pressed up towards him as his lips and teeth started to accompany his tongue. My back started to arch and I pulled against my bonds. Shanks' warm hand slid from my hip and abruptly his finger joined his mouth. He softly ran his finger down my length, following the same path as his tongue. Then it found my hole and slowly slid inside. I cried out and felt my legs spread as his mouth and fingers started rubbing in tandem. My body started to shake and I couldn't keep my hips still. I was making lewd noises, crying and moaning without being able to stop. I felt myself nearing that edge—there, close!

No!

I snarled as Shanks pulled away from me, mumbling, "Shit."

Before I knew it, I heard the sound of a zipper and then—I was suddenly full and toppling over the edge. The sound of fabric ripping, the feeling of Shanks inside of and on top of me, his breath hot and heavy in my ear. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close even as my legs curled around his hips. Closer, closer! I cried out again, loosing myself to the pleasure. I could hear Shanks groaning in my ear and felt his fingers digging into my hip. He shifted again and he was suddenly deeper. I shouted, pushed over the edge.

My body arched, becoming ridged as I road wave after wave of pleasure. I could feel my nails digging into the skin of Shanks' back. I was aware of his pace increasing, his breathing becoming more and more ragged. He was murmuring something, his voice harsh in my ear. Then Shanks let out a low groan and I felt himself let loose. Shanks shouted and bit my neck, making me gasp and cry out again.

"I love you!"

I don't know who said it. It could have been me, or it could have been Shanks. I just know that we both felt it.

Shanks lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Elle was laying with him, her head on his bare chest and her arm around his waist, letting out small snores. Her pale hair was tangled and falling over her face and down her back. Shanks absently trailed his hand up and down her side, thinking intently on what had just happened. He had intended to either sleep with Elle, or at least aggravate her into a sparring match, so that she could regain full control. Instead, Shanks had bared his soul and placed his heart in her small hands. And, rather than smashing it like he expected her to, Elle had cautiously offered hers in return. For the first time in a decade, Shanks had made love to the girl he loved. And now she was sleeping in a contented state, holding him as if Shanks would disappear into thin air.

The last time he had found himself in this position, he had panicked. Not only had he bedded his ward (who was a minor in every country), he had enjoyed it and repeated the performance several times. Shanks had woken up to his Kitten out cold on his bed, her limbs sprawled all around him. He had carefully removed himself from her grasp, trying not to wake her. Then he had stood up and stared down at the bed, at the spot of blood that had proved he'd taken Elle's innocence away. His conscience had chosen that moment to return and punched him square in the gut. So Shanks had run. But he wasn't going to make the same mistake again.

Elle let out a small grunt and Shanks realized that his hold on her had tightened. He quickly relaxed his arm and returned to lazily stroking her side. When Shanks had finally held Elle in his arms again, he had become the happiest man on the planet. He had tasted what he had ached for for the past ten years, Elle being just as sweet as he had remembered. Despite the years, Shanks had recognized when she was about to be pushed over that orgasmic edge. He hadn't been able to hold himself back anymore and had taken her right there. And feeling Elle loose herself around him, the feeling of her nails digging into her back and her cries in his ear—Shanks hadn't been able to last long.

But his naughty Kitten hadn't been done with him, no. Elle had snarled and pushed Shanks off of her. His heart had seized and he felt terrified that she regretted what had just happened. So being surprised was putting it mildly when he felt her tongue start to lick his member. Shanks had quickly recovered, but had been roughly shoved back down when he tried to touch Elle. She had crawled on top of him and slowly lowered herself down until he was completely sheathed inside of her.

Seeing Elle move above him like that, rolling her hips and rubbing her breasts as she so clearly took her pleasure from him had been heaven. Now, Shanks knew she had slept with at least one other man. And he still felt a deep jealousy, but an unexpected emotion also welled. If that Warlord had taught Elle half of the tricks she had shown him, Shanks wanted nothing more than to thank the man. But reminiscing about what had just happened had started to excite Shanks again. Maybe feeling like a teenager again was a good thing.

Elle let out a small moan, making Shanks realize that he had subconsciously started to fondle her breast. Shanks grinned and carefully rolled over so that Elle was lying flat on her back. The Cat-Woman continued to snore softly, but let out these delightful little moans as Shanks started to toy with her hardening nipples. A low rumbled out of Shanks' throat and he started to move down her body, nipping and kissing her skin until he was between her legs once more.

Shanks spread her lips, letting out a loud groan at the sight. He tasted her again, paying careful attention to the small little nub at the top. His fingers started to explore where his tongue could not, tracing before entering her. Elle moaned loudly as he started to wiggle his fingers in time to the movements of his tongue, his erection becoming almost painfully hard as he felt their combined juices. Elle's moans became louder and more frequent, with Shanks adding another finger and having his lips and teeth start to accompany his tongue.

Fingers tightly gripped his hair, surprising Shanks as he was pulled closer to her. Shanks looked up and grinned when he saw his Kitten was awake. Her cheeks and breasts were flushed, her chest moving heavily as she bit her lip and moaned. Her hips started to move against him, exciting Shanks to the point that he groaned loudly. Elle let out a little cry and suddenly her hands were pulling Shanks' head up. Shanks allowed the woman to pull him up her body, but he couldn't stop himself from kissing her the entire way.

When their lips met, Elle promptly shoved her tongue in his mouth. They both let out a groan as Shanks started to kiss her back. He curled his finger one last time—relishing the sound she made when he did—before he removed it. Before Elle had time to lament the loss, Shanks kneed her hips apart and thrust inside of her. They both moan, Elle breaking their kiss so that she could pull him closer. Shanks set up a slow pace and started to kiss and suck on the skin of her neck. He could read her body even better than before. Shanks knew he had found that special spot when her nails broke the skin of his shoulders and her entire body arched towards him.

Shanks bit the junction of her neck and shoulder before propping himself up on his knees. He curled his arm under her knee, sliding Elle's leg up so that it rested on his shoulder. He held on to her thigh as he looked down. Shanks watched as his cock slowly slid out before retreating back inside of her delightful warmth. Shanks groaned and did it again, his hips moving faster and faster. Shanks turned his head and bit Elle's thigh, and he was rewarded with a sharp cry. His concentration was slipping, his motions becoming more and more erratic.

Shanks softly ran his hand down Elle's leg before he moved over her hip. He started to stroke her sensitive nub and watched her eyes widen. Elle's entire body started to shake, her back arching up off of the bed as her hips rose to meet his every thrust. Out of the corner of his eye Shanks could see her hands fist into the sheets of the bed. Their movements became more frantic and Shanks started to breath heavily, basking in Elle's rising cries. Elle's body froze and her back arched to an incredible degree as she pushed against Shanks. Feeling her start to pulse and orgasm around him sent Shanks over the edge as well.

With a loud groan and a mumbled curse, Shanks came. He gently kissed her trembling leg before letting it roll off of his shoulder. Shanks collapsed on top of Elle, careful to roll to the side so that he didn't hurt her. Elle was still breathing heavily and her body would tremble occasionally. She turned her head and gave Shanks a light, lingering kiss, with her hand raising to cup his cheek. She kissed him twice more before she pushed his arm off of him and sat up. Shanks growled and wrapped his arm back around her waist, curling his body towards her. Elle let out a small, breathy laugh, so Shanks lightly bit the top of her ass.

Elle let out a squeak of surprise before laughing again. "C'mon, Shanks," she said, smiling down at him over her shoulder. "It's starting to get dark; they'll be back soon."

Shanks grumbled, but he reluctantly let her go. Elle was right, of course. He knew that he couldn't continue to make love to her all night, despite what he wanted. Shanks was not inclined to ravish her with those pirates around, and even less inclined if their children were. With a heavy sigh, Shanks watched as Elle crawled to the edge of the bed. She threw her legs over before leaning down to grab a piece of their discarded clothing. Shanks watched as Elle started to toss the clothing over her shoulder and then thought better of it. Shanks scooted a little closer to see that Elle was buttoning up his shirt.

If any other person had done it, Shanks would have felt irritated that they thought he couldn't do it himself. But he knew Elle, so he knew that she was doing it because she wanted to. Elle was perfectly aware that Shanks could do anything he set his mind to, including buttoning up a simple shirt. When Elle set the garment down on the bed, Shanks grabbed her hand and softly kissed her fingers. Elle smiled down at him before she stood up to grab the rest of their clothing.

Watching Elle move was stirring him up again. Shanks hadn't had this high of a libido in years, if he ever had in the first place. And when Elle leaned down with her lovely ass facing him, Shanks' willpower ran dry. Soundlessly, Shanks moved off of the bed and padded up behind her. Before Elle could stand back up, Shanks placed one hand on her hip and pulled her back towards him. Due to their earlier lovemaking, Shanks easily slid inside of Elle, making both of them groan. Elle braced her arms against the wall as Shanks slowly started moving her hips, letting out soft, breathy moans.

Her ass was a wondrous view, but Shanks wanted more. Still moving his hips slowly, Shanks slid his hand up her side until his hand was softly cupping her breast. Shanks pulled Elle up until her back was flush against his chest. Shanks started to gently caress and squeeze her breast as he continued his thrusting, upping his pace. Elle let out a low moan and turned her head, promptly capturing his mouth. Shanks started to pull on her nipple as his thrusts continued to speed up. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue thoroughly exploring every millimeter of Elle's mouth.

One moment Shanks was buried to the hilt inside of the woman he loved, and the next he was pushed back into the wall. Shanks' eyes flashed open as Elle moved off of him, a look of panic in her eyes. Shanks glanced at the door, wondering if one of the pirates or—god forbid—their children, had shown up, but it was still tightly shut. A harsh cold breeze cut through Shanks and he glanced over to see Elle had crawled over the bed and pulled on his shirt. She had opened the window, and was currently crawling out of it. Shanks let out a shout and ran over to her, but he didn't reach the Cat-Woman before she jumped. The last thing he saw was a soft, fluffy tail before she was completely hidden by the roof.

What the hell?

A/N: Ah! They finally did it! I've been aiming for this since the concept came to mind, I just can't believe it has taken me over a year, 90+ (Word) pages, and 14 chapters to finally happen. I'm glad it finally did, though, and I feel Shanks and Elle's relationship will really start to build back up again now.

It was difficult for me to write this chapter, simply because it is a sexual-oriented chapter. Not because I didn't want to write Elle and Shanks doing the Horizontal Charleston, but because I know my little sister reads this. I say little, but she turned 18 a few months ago, so she is now legally an adult. I just don't like the thought of my baby sister reading things like this. Like, I had forbidden her from reading any of my more ~romantic~ Yaoi books. But my mom had a talk with me saying that she was an adult and could handle things like this. Soooo...Here it is. The first sex scene I have ever written. Ya'll better enjoy it!

And I always appreciate reviews (I read every one), and my heart soars with every favorite and follow! So keep 'em coming! If you have any comments or suggestions about how the story is going, or where I can improve, I greatly appreciate hearing them!

~Shini