A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back again with more Buggy and Shanks! I know that I am completely unreliable when I update but I thank you all for waiting. Please enjoy this chapter! Happy reading! :3
Chapter Two: Joking Aside
Buggy was sitting on the bed she shared with Shanks, silent, with her head in her hands. By now, the news of the Big Top approaching the Red Force had spread around the ship and it was as if the tension permeating the air had become a physical force pressing down on the woman. From what little she knew, her crew members were caught between being excited to see the rest of the "Legendary Captain Buggy's crew" and being unsure of what would happen next. Shanks' crew was caught between relief at possibly getting rid of the rowdy inmate Buggy Pirates and sad about losing their new companions. Both crews were also worried about both of their captains, though none of them had actually said that out loud. Even Benn hadn't known what to say as Buggy walked away after announcing that her ship was on their tail, and Yasopp, Lucky Roux, and Galdino were dumbfounded by just how quickly everything had changed. No one quite knew what to do or what to say – they wouldn't know until both Buggy and Shanks decided what was best for them.
And, hell, Shanks had no clue what to do next and he was sure that Buggy didn't either. He'd been standing next to the door awkwardly ever since she'd walked in before him. It hadn't been more than ten minutes, he knew, but it had felt like an eternity. His heart was beating a little too fast and his mouth was dry as he waited for Buggy to speak. Why was he so anxious? It was like everything had turned on its head and suddenly and all the happiness he'd been feeling was swallowed up by uncertainty. It was very disorienting to feel so off-kilter since he was the man who'd faced down Kaido and the entire force at Navy Headquarters without a second thought. He was the man who scared Sea Kings off and brushed shoulders with the most powerful figures in the world. He was an Emperor of the Sea, a ruler of the New World, and one of the world's strongest pirates. But now, now he was just a man waiting for a woman to say something, anything, to break the silence around them.
Eventually, he was the one to break the silence. "Hey, Buggy…are you okay?" he asked hesitantly.
She stiffened on the bed but still didn't look up. "No, I'm not," she replied, her voice thick.
"Sorry, that was a stupid question." He walked over to where she was and sat down next to her, draping his arm across her shoulder. The redhead resisted the urge to keep talking because he knew that when Buggy stayed quiet like this she was working out complicated feelings. Even though she seemed simple – open and fun-loving one minute and then the next she'd either give you the cold shoulder or bite your head off – and there was rarely an in-between with her, she still had worries like everyone else. He knew that she'd start talking when she was ready. Several more minutes passed quietly while he wait for her, trying just to be a comforting presence.
"Dammit!" the bluenette swore, clutching at her head. She started to mess up her ponytail by pulling on her hair anxiously. In an effort to be helpful, Shanks reached up and gently pulled the tie out, letting the bluenette's hair down and brushing through it with his fingers soothingly.
"What's up, Buggs?" he asked as she leaned into him, her hands finally falling away from her face. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rested his hand on her head to comfort her.
Buggy sniffed loudly, her red nose slightly dripping. "I should be happy – my crew finally found me! But, I just can't feel completely happy. I don't know what's wrong with me!" She sniffed again and wiped at her nose. She wiped at her eyes too, trying not to cry out of frustration. "I don't know how to explain it. Maybe…maybe…I don't know. I've got lots of worries!" The bluenette started holding up fingers as she listed all of her fears and uncertainties.
"I'm worried that both of my crews won't get along. I'm worried about the Marines coming after me now that everyone knows I was on Captain Roger's crew with you of all people. I'm worried that I'm going to be found out about being so much weaker than a lot of the guys right outside the door. And I'm also worried about them eventually turning on me when they find out I'm not so great and my luck runs out. And I'm worried about things going back to the way they were between us because I've had…" she paused for a moment tipping her head forward, blushing behind the resulting curtain of her hair.
Shanks waited for her to go on, but she didn't. He looked down at the woman, figuring out by the little fidgety movements of her hands that she was embarrassed about almost saying something nice. He grinned knowingly – she was acting like her child self again, too self-conscious to outright say what was on her mind. And she'd been doing so well these past few weeks!
The suddenly tongue-tied Buggy, meanwhile, was terrified of sounding too sentimental. She'd been a lot more comfortable and open with Shanks than she'd care to admit since they'd been reunited, but damn, old habits die hard. She wrestled with her emotions and tried to find a way to sound grateful but not sappy. But, if she couldn't tell Shanks who could she tell? What the hell, just tell him! It's not like he's going to laugh at you! Okay, maybe he will but you know he's not mean about it! Just say it!
"I don't want…to leave yet," she mumbled. "I've…I've had a really nice time with you….bastard."
"There's my, Buggs." Shanks tried really hard not to laugh at her; she'd probably pull his ear if he did! But since she was being so honest, he didn't want to ruin it. He was perfectly honest with her too, just as he always was. "I feel a bit the same way; I should be happy that your crew found you, but all I can think about is not wanting to let you go."
Buggy looked up at him her blue hair falling away from her face. She blinked owlishly and blushed. "Wow, you made that sound so much better than I did."
"It's one of my charms." She pouted at his grin.
"One of your frustrations, you mean."
"Jealous?" he teased.
"Shut your face!" She fumed, but then she deflated again when he pulled her into his chest. She had to scramble to toss her leg over his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. She was about to bop him on the head for moving her so suddenly, but then she felt his hand trembling on her back. Surprised, she gently wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Now she was the one comforting him for some reason, but she knew that Shanks would tell her what he was feeling – he was always straightforward with her even if she didn't do the same all the time. She would just wait until he was ready. She didn't have to wait long.
"I know you have worries and I know you're scared. I'm scared too," he admitted. "I feel like I shouldn't be, but it's like I've been living in a dream ever since I saw you at Marineford. I feel like I'm on the verge of waking up and losing you forever." He paused, feeling sheepish. "That sounds stupid coming from me, doesn't it?"
Buggy shook her head and in the process, rubbing her nose against his chest. "No, it's not stupid. I think that's what I'm feeling too: like this is all a dream and I'm going to have to wake up when my crew gets here." She pressed her face against his chest again, smelling the sandalwood and citrus scent that always lingered around him. "Though, I am surprised the great Red-Haired Shanks is scared about me. I'm practically a nobody, except for the idiot who bungled up her broadcast from Marineford." She gave a self-deprecating laugh but was cut short when Shanks pulled back suddenly, looking at her with a very serious, almost angry expression.
"Don't say things like that, Buggy!" And then he crushed her back into a hug. "You're not a nobody. You're so special to me and you're going to be so famous one day, I just know it."
"You mean so 'flashy' one day, right?" she smiled, hugging him back. The bluenette's heart was beating a little faster since he'd called her special to him, but she didn't know how to properly acknowledge that and fell back on old, teasing habits.
Shanks, on the other hand, felt his chest swell with emotion as Buggy snuggled into him. The two of them had come so far in such a short amount of time, and they were so much closer now it almost hurt to think of her going away with her crew. He couldn't imagine living his life without her in it, but that may one day become reality again. That may not end up being what happened, but he couldn't help but feel that way and he knew he needed to say the one thing that he said that he wouldn't say. He also knew that if he didn't tell her how he felt, if he didn't say those words, he would regret it for the rest of his life. He pulled back from Buggy again and looked into her beautiful, blue eyes.
"Buggy…" His voice was soft and full of feeling that she wasn't ready for. She felt his hand trembling against her again and wanted to ask him if he was okay, but the intensity in his eyes stopped her. Her breath caught in her throat as the next words slipped out of his mouth.
"Buggy…I love you."
Her heart skipped a beat – a breathless moment where everything condensed down to just her and him and nothing else. All she could focus on was focus on his words, his smell, his warmth, his eyes, and nothing else.
"I know that I said I wouldn't say something like that," he continued, still staring at her, seemingly deep into her soul. "But I think I've loved you for a long time, ever since we were kids. But I know that I truly fell in love with you completely that first night you crashed both of us onto the floor, I just didn't know it. And I guess that's what you do to my life: crash into it and make it so much better. I want to you keep crashing into me because I don't know what I'd do without you."
His eyes were molten as he spoke, his hand gently caressing her back now that the trembling had ceased, and Buggy felt her own heart melting. His words had her heart swelling with joy and tightening with unfamiliar anxiety at the same time. It was like she was standing on the edge of a cliff and getting ready to jump – exhilarating and terrifying. She had never dreamed that someone would ever truly love her, let alone someone like him. They had their fun, yes. They spent lots of time together, yes. They had a history together, yes. But love? Never love.
Until now.
"I…" she started, finding the words there but so hard to say. She was used to pushing others away, building up walls, and keeping everyone out so that all they could see was what she presented to them. The confident Buggy was a construct, the "Great Captain Buggy" was a persona, but she didn't need any of that with Shanks. She just needed to be Buggy, and that was enough. I have always been enough for him, she realized. Tears sprang to her eyes but before Shanks' brows furrowed in that cute way they did when he was worried, she smiled and opened her mouth. "I love you, Shanks."
His eyes brightened and his mouth split into a huge grin. It was the most wonderful sight in the world to her. And then he had to ruin it.
"Do you really mean it?" he asked. She balked.
"Of course I mean it! Why would I joke about something like this?!" Before she could yell at him some more, Shanks yanked the woman into a passionate, but still gentle kiss, and quieted her. This time she let herself melt into his kiss, molding her body to his and tightening her grip on his shirt. She never wanted to let go as their mouths opened to the other. The kiss deepened and the bluenette tipped her head a little to get her nose in a better position – it was the one thing she still had to fret over when kissing and it ticked her off. That annoyance was soon forgotten when Shanks' hand started to tug at her shirt. Since they'd both come from a bath, Buggy wasn't wearing her usual finery, and the simple blouse didn't require any lace untying or unbuttoning – the redhead just easily pulled it up and then over her head as their kiss broke. The bluenette shivered in the cool air but her chest was soon warmed when the man rested his head on her ample breasts. He kissed her skin several times, starting more shivers but for different reasons. She sighed, leaning into his touch. Buggy ran her hands up his muscled back and one went to his neck and the other went up to tangle in his hair. She pressed his head into her chest and kissed his hair.
"Our bath is going to go to waste," she remarked when his tongue lapped at her skin. He was still kissing her, his thumb rubbing circles at her waist. She made a noise as he left a love bite on her breast and licked the mark. He spoke up after that.
"Who cares? I'm so happy right now that I just want to make sure that you're so loved you won't remember anything but my name."
Buggy rolled her eyes. "That is incredibly cocky."
Shanks looked up and flashed that heart-melting smile of his at her. "You know you love it."
"That's what you think, idiot."
"I know you love me," he teased, popping up to kiss the very tip of her red nose. "You told me so."
"I said I love you, not that I love you cocky attitude," she argued, shifting a little on his lap as she felt his arousal pressing into her bottom. "If I had it my way, I'd knock you down a few pegs, but I know that's useless from experience – why are you looking at me like that?" Shanks had a dreamy look on his face as she ranted at him.
"I love it when you argue with me," he purred, smiling like he didn't have a care in the world. The man was so happy that Buggy swore she could almost see an aura of sunshine around him. She pouted, realizing that anything negative she said was going to just bounce off of him and just let it go.
"I can tell because you're hard already," the woman huffed, letting her weight settle onto his growing erection a little more. His grip on her waist tightened as he groaned and his head went back to her chest, taking a nipple into his mouth. Buggy moaned as his hot tongue played with her, and she forcefully squished his head into her breast. He made a noise of discomfort for a moment but continued to suck at her nipple when she loosed her grip. Buggy's chest felt really warm, both from his mouth on her skin and from the desire coiling in her inside her.
"I bet you're really wet right now too," Shanks smiled as he pulled away from her chest. "Shall we see?"
"You bastard-!" she growled, but she didn't move to stop his hand as it slipped into her pants. She even raised her hips up, kneeling over his lap instead of sitting on it as his fingers touched her heat.
Shanks shuddered as he felt her wetness and took a moment just to rub against it. Buggy sighed as he touched her and pressed into his hand. "Looks like you want me too…that's so sexy." When his fingers came close to her entrance, the bluenette pressed down, forcing one of them up into her body. They both groaned at the intrusion and Buggy hugged him tighter.
Her voice cracked as she groaned, "God, I want you so much right now…"
"Buggy…!" Shanks hissed as his erection jumped in his pants in reaction to the sheer desire in her voice, "Don't get me so riled up from the start! I want to make this last!"
"I can't help it!" She went to press into his finger again, but Shanks pulled his hand out and she whined.
"Calm down, love bug," he chuckled, kissing her breast. "I'll make it good."
"We'll make it good. I refuse to let you be better than me, button," Buggy poked his chest. She saw Shanks just light up again as he hear his rarely-used pet name.
"Right!" He agreed. "We'll make it good." And with that, the man grabbed her ass and stood up, turning around and laying her down on the bed.
He proceeded to pull his shirt up and off and slipped off both his and his lover's bottoms – getting some help from Buggy with his button (much to his chagrin). Now that they were both bare, the redhead climbed on top of her and pressed their bodies together. Buggy immediately wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his waist, taking pleasure in the feel of Shanks' warmth on her skin. She would never get tired of that and showed her appreciation by pulling him into a searing kiss. They were engrossed for several minutes, alternating between deep kisses and little pecks that got Buggy to giggle when he hit a ticklish spot on her neck (Shanks refused to giggle when she did the same to time and bit his lip to hold it in). Their hands also wandered with the bluenette touching his chest as he caressed her waist, and when the redhead's hand went to play with one of her nipples, she ran her hands down his back, and on and on it went.
When they finally broke apart, Buggy reached out to gently stroke Shanks' left shoulder, letting her hand drift down until she was cupping his stump. He unconsciously twitched underneath her soft touch. Buggy's gaze was incredibly soft as she caressed the man's scars. No matter how many times she saw the injury, she was awed that he could control vast amounts of the Grand Line and hold unimaginable power while also missing an arm. It took a special kind of person to be able to do that and Buggy was slightly jealous that her enemy-turned-lover had pulled it off.
Shanks, for his part, loved that she was touching him, enjoying the feel of her warm fingers on his arm – when they actually took time to think about their lovemaking, she always made sure to show his stump some love. She was special in that regard. Most women he'd slept with while respecting his strength, hardly ever took the time to appreciate that part of him.
"Mmm…I like that, Buggs," he murmured, kissing her breast again before pulling back to look her in the eyes.
"What? Touching your arm?" she asked, his rough scars pressing into her palm.
It was such an intimate caress that Shanks' body shuddered. "You're the only one who's ever made a point to touch me there. You do things to me that no one else ever has." He leaned down to kiss her cheek and her hand traveled back up his arm and neck to his cheek. Her thumb gently stroked the scars across his eye too, her eyes full of understanding, but also full of questions. She knew that she would never understand all that had happened in the time that they had been apart; she wasn't meant to. But she still cared enough about him to look past his scars and just appreciate him for who he was now, just like he did with her. Buggy leaned forward and pressed her lips over his closing eyelid, kissing his scars and loving all of him. When she pulled away, Shanks captured those lips and began kissing her fiercely again and she gladly let him.
The next time the pair took a break, both of them were panting heavily. Shanks whispered, "I want to eat you up…" and licked the shell of her ear to emphasize his point as his hand slid down to her thigh.
Buggy shivered and squeezed her legs around him tighter. Not to be outdone, she replied, "Well, in that case, I'll just have to do the same," and kissed the stubble on his jaw. The man made a noise that could only be described as a rumble and reached back to tap at the woman's legs. Slightly confused, she unhooked her ankles and he got off of her. She whined a little and curled up into herself due to the cool air and missing his warmth. Shanks let himself flop back on the bed while Buggy watched, putting his head down by her feet. He then gave her a mischievous smile.
"If you get on top of me, we can pleasure each other at the same time," he explained, gesturing for her to come closer. It clicked and the bluenette rolled onto her hands and knees, crawling over him and placing her knees on either side of his head. In this position, he could lick her sex easily and she could take his cock in her mouth, which is pretty much what they both did. Immediately.
He's really big tonight, she thought as she first kissed the tip of his erection and then slid the first few inches in. Shanks was already hard enough that Buggy could easily slip him into her mouth without any stroking. The man groaned as she started bobbing her head, her free hand squeezing his base while the other elbow held her body up. He must be really happy…then again, so am I. I can't believe that he said he loved me! The bluenette was jerked from her thoughts when Shanks licked her firmly, running a swath from her clit all the way up. She pressed down into his mouth a little, wanting him closer. He seemed to have the same idea since he pushed up into her mouth, slipping in a little further than Buggy was ready for. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, pulling him out.
"C-careful, dumba-ass!" she coughed, trying to calm down.
"Sorry, Buggy," he blushed as she looked back to glare at him. Even pissed she was beautiful, but he wasn't going to tell her that right now since his dick was literally in her hands. "I got a little excited."
"No shit." The bluenette took several more moments to calm her body down. Though he was rubbing awkward circles on her back from his odd position, Shanks took a moment to point out her hypocrisy.
"You almost completely sat on my face, you know. You're just as excited as me."
"Sh-shut up!" Buggy was blushing and ducked her head to hide behind her blue waves. "Let's just go again!"
"Whatever you say," he chuckled in reply.
Having some of their jitters out, the second try went a lot smoother. Buggy made sure not to squish her lover under her voluptuous ass and Shanks made sure not to choke her with his cock. The bluenette worked at his erection, pumping what she couldn't get into her mouth and making sure not to bite him. She sometimes liked to torment him with her teeth but she decided to be nice this time and just used her tongue. She swirled it around his cock before giving him a hard suck and heard an appreciative noise from her partner. She smiled (as best she could with a cock in her mouth) and went back to bobbing her head up and down to stimulate him. Buggy then stiffened and moaned herself as he slid his tongue inside her while also reaching underneath her to cup her right breast.
Shanks could instantly tell that she'd gotten distracted because the pressure of her hand and mouth on his cock has lessened. It's just as well, he thought, taking a moment to smile before plunging his tongue back into her wetness. He wiggled it around, tasting and teasing her walls. He could tell that Buggy did her best not to press too hard into him but the little wiggle her hips gave was too damn cute. He pinched her nipple with his outstretched hand while also sliding his tongue out of her and down to rub her clit. Her mouth popped off his dick and she gave a high-pitched moan, clearly getting close to coming. Shanks had made her orgasm so many times now that he could play her body like a much-loved instrument and could tell by the kinds of noises she was making how close or not she was to cumming. The moan she'd just given off was one of the ones she made when she was feeling really good and that made him happy. Wanting her to cum, he ran his fingertips back down her breast, across her stomach, and back to her crotch, enjoying the little twitches she made in response. The bluenette's head was now resting on his thigh and her hand still working at his hardness but it was clear that she wasn't focused on it. He did appreciate the little licks and kisses she still managed to give him and rewarded her by wiggling two of his fingers inside her body.
"Oh god! Shanks!" she groaned, tightening around his digits, her own hand tightening around his cock. The redhead suppressed the urge to thrust up into her grip and make himself cum; he wasn't ready for that yet. Buggy's hips pressed back gently, still conscious of their earlier bungle and the man smiled at her consideration; she was a good lover. As his fingers thrust in and out of her, his tongue flicked out to play with her clit, sending jolts of pleasure that translated into little jumps and wiggles.
Cum for me, love bug. I want you to cum for me. The man increased his pace and added a third finger to stretch her further. Buggy's breath hitched in response, one of the sounds he'd come to love so much. Buggy was ready to cum. He didn't know exactly what set her off – it could've been the scrape of his nails on her insides or the pressure of his tongue on her clit– but she came a few moments later with a cry. Her insides clenched so harshly that Shanks wished his cock was inside her instead of his fingers. She arched above him, her long, blue hair falling across her spine as her head tipped back. He let Buggy ride out her release, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her body. They were completely wet with her juices and he couldn't help but smile with pride at having made her cum. He'd done it so many times now, but knowing that he was the one to make her come undone still delighted him.
It took several quiet moments for Buggy to come back to herself but when she did, she spoke up. "You…didn't cum…" she panted, looking at his still hard erection. "I guess…I didn't do a good job this time." Shanks immediately quashed her negativity by reassuring her.
"You did great, Buggs. I wanted to wait until I cum inside you, so I held back," he replied, kissing her dripping core again. Over-stimulated from her release, Buggy gave a little cry and fully collapsed onto him (thankfully, she ket her ass in the air to spare his face). "Oops, looks like I overdid it," he chuckled.
"Bastard…" The man gently helped her roll off of him and onto her side, taking in her boneless state.
"Should we take a break?" he asked. "I know you're not so young anymore."
"Don't you dare call me old! I'll make you regret it!" she snapped. "And besides, we're the same age and that hasn't stopped us before!"
"Okay, okay," he held up his hand in mock surrender and then noticed that they were still wet. His tongue flicked out to lick them clean, tasting Buggy on his skin, and the woman watched him like a hawk, blushing furiously. Once his fingers were clean and he gave his lover a wink, he continued. "But you don't look like you're moving for a little bit, at least." Ever stubborn, Buggy glared at him and managed to worm herself over to the edge of the bed. She rolled onto her back and let her legs dangle off the end, opening her knees for him.
"I'm sure you can handle the rest from here for a bit, right?" She gave him a heated look that sent a shiver up his spine. Like the good boy he was, Shanks heeded his lover's call and scrambled off of the bed. However, instead of immediately taking her, the man knelt on the ground, puzzling Buggy.
The woman lifted her head up as she felt his hand under her left heel. He lifted her foot up and she gasped as she felt his lips touch her skin. He was kissing her foot! Buggy forced herself to sit up and watched as his hand moved to her calf where he placed his lips on her ankle and kissed up to her knee. His eyes were closed, and he almost looked as if he were savoring each touch. He then caressed the outside of her thigh as he kissed up the inside. Her legs trembling and she wanted him to kiss her core again, but he kept moving up. Opening his eyes, he locked gazes with her as he placed a soft kiss on the spot right above her nether curls and then at the spot right above her belly button before kissing up to her chest. He planted his knee in between her legs and set his hand on the bed before placing his lips right over her pounding heart and then at her collarbone before moving to her neck. She sighed, enjoying the light touches until he refused to kiss her lips, except for the corner of her mouth, even when she moved to initiate. She made a noise but he just cupped her jaw and placed little kisses on each of her eyelids and placed a last kiss on her forehead. He left his lips there for several moments before pulling away and smiling at his lover. Buggy's heart swelled as she saw such immense love there and was about to say something dumb when Shanks spoke first.
"Oh, I forgot a spot." Buggy was about to remind him of several "forgotten spots" when he delicately kissed her big, red nose. "It's probably the cutest spot on you!"
She blushed again, suddenly feeling just as flustered as she had been the first time he'd ever kissed her when they were young. Her hands came up to hide her face, but they didn't stay there long as his hand pushed them aside. "Damn…why are you so adorable?"
"You think I'm adorable?" he asked, clearly pleased. She just pouted and he kissed her cute lips. "I'll be waiting for you to do that to me sometime."
She rolled her eyes, trying to imagine her kissing up his body. "It won't be nearly as adorable with me doing it."
"I beg to differ," he countered, blowing a stray piece of hair out of his face. "That would be so adorable." He smiled at her again and the woman's heart gave a hard thump in reaction to the cuteness.
"God, I can see why women would fall for you," she murmured, hiding her face behind a floating hand.
Confused by where that had come from, Shanks simply said, "But you're the only woman that I'd ever fall for." She made a noise that he could only describe as a "meep" and hand her other hand floated up to cover up what was left of her face. "Buggy, what are you doing?" he chuckled, shaking his head at her antics. He picked up one of her handless wrists and kissed the edge of her skin. "And I'd hope that I'm the only man you'd fall for too." The woman meeped again and he laughed. "Is that true?" he then asked, leaning down to kiss her collarbone. She didn't respond but the man could see the blush spreading from her face down to her chest. "Is it true?" he asked again, gently pushing one of her hands away. "Is that true?" he asked one last time, kissing her lips gently.
Instead of answering, Buggy pushed him back a little and braced her feet on the end of the bed, framing Shanks' torso with her bent knees. She scooted her ass a little closer to him and pressed herself against his erection. She opened her arms to him and said, "Make love to me, Shanks," with the most adoring expression on her face. He embraced her, the wonderful woman he loved. He already knew the answer that he was seeking and slipped inside her just like they both wanted.
"Ah, so warm…" he started, enjoying the feel of her insides, but then the bluenette squeezed around him. "Shit, you're so tight, Buggy!" he groaned. The redhead sucked in a hard breath, scrambling to keep his control as he was engulfed. It would be so embarrassing if he came so soon after previously insisting that he wanted to make it last, but goddamn, she felt amazing!
"Sorry!" she gasped, trying to relax a little. He'd felt so big sliding into her and despite having cum already, the woman was having a hard time controlling her excitement. "You're so big." When he shifted inside her, her body went rigid, stiffening to the point where even one of her legs straightened behind Shanks. Her toes curled as he settled deep inside her and she bit her lip as arousal coursed through her.
Shanks finally got himself under control and stopped moving to let them both adjust. Buggy seemed so fragile in his embrace, like she'd break at any moment. He felt like she needed to be treasured and protected, and as he gazed down at the beautiful bluenette in his arm, he had never wanted to protect someone so much. Even Luffy and his own crew seemed to pale in comparison to his feelings for this woman. Of course, he knew if he said any of that out loud, she'd snark something about being able to take care of herself or not needing to be protected, but that still wouldn't change how he felt. So he'd shown her instead.
"Ready, Buggs?" he whispered, kissing her cheek. She hugged him tightly and drew him into a passionate kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth to play. Shanks let her do what she wanted, enjoying the feel of her everything around him. Once she let him go, the woman gave him a sexy smirk.
"I'm ready. Get going," she prompted, raising her hips a little.
The man ran his hand down her left leg and hooked her up around his hip. "So bossy."
She threw her other leg around his hip. "You said you liked it at one point!" she shot back.
"I did, didn't I?" Without waiting for an answer, he started thrusting into her at a steady pace, enjoying how smoothly he slipped in and out. She felt so good, just as she always did, but the fact that they'd been so honest with their feelings seemed to intensify every little sensation. Her breath in his ear, her nails digging into his shoulder, the way her thighs pressed against his waist, all of it was Buggy as she always was, but more.
Buggy was feeling much the same, taking pleasure in how deep the man was pressing into her body and how big he felt spreading her open. The weight of his body on top of her felt so comforting, the little kisses he left on her neck were searing, and the noises of effort he was making turned her on all the more. It was all Shanks, but it was more. "Shanks, god…" she murmured, the end of her sentence getting cut off as she cried out at a particularly deep thrust. She started moaning with each thrust and whenever he hit a sensitive spot, she'd rake her hands down his back. The pain from her love scratches turned the man on more and he gave her a few short, deep thrusts that had her crying out several expletives.
"What a naughty mouth you have," he teased, giving her another thrust. "I think that I'll have to kiss it." She opened her mouth to him the second his lips touched hers, letting him inside easily. Their tongues tangled and pushed against each other as the kiss deepened to the point where it was hard to breathe. They parted several minutes later when it became too much and as a bit of revenge for his comment, Buggy squeezed his dick as hard as she could.
"Fuck!" he hissed, releasing a little inside her. He pulled out quickly and scrambled to get control of himself so he didn't come anymore. He sat up and gave her a look that said he was not pleased.
"Yours isn't much better," she snarked, letting her arms flop onto the bed.
"That wasn't very nice."
"Who said I was going to be nice?"
"I figured since we were sharing a lovely moment, you would."
"Well, you deserved it." Buggy smirked. The woman let her fingers skip down her torso and slipped them inside her body. She squirmed a little as her fingers slid inside her core. When she pulled them out they were coated not only with her pleasure but his cum as well. "I see that you lost control there for a second…that's very sexy." She brought her hand to her lips, flicking out her tongue to taste them. A spike of raw desire ripped through Shanks' body as he watched his lover. His gaze narrowed as he stalked back to her and gripped her waist.
"Brace yourself, love bug," he growled, bracing his own leg under her body. He slipped back into her, levering her hips for a deeper angle. The bluenette scrambled to steady herself and gasped as he pushed his hard length back inside her. The more languid pace from before was forgotten as he set a hard, but steady rhythm.
"Ah! Ah! Oh, Shanks!" Her mouth was hanging open as he thrust into her hard. The gentle Shanks was gone for the moment, but Buggy couldn't care less. She loved it when he was gentle with her and when he was rough on purpose, but this kind of force was more in line with desiring her so much that he couldn't be gentle. Knowing that he couldn't control himself because of her made her want him all the more. "Fuck me more!"
'Yes…Buggs…I'll give you more…" he panted, gazing down at the wanton woman writhing underneath him. She was a sweaty, needy mess and looked so beautiful. Except… "Hey, why do you keep doing that? Don't cover your face. I want to see it." His hand let go of her waist and reached to pull the one arm she slung over her face away.
"But it's still embarrassing!" Buggy blushed deeper and tried to pull her arm back.
He rolled his eyes at her. "But I've seen all of your faces," he teased, kissing her knuckles. "All your sexy ones too; there's no need to hide. And besides, you were acting so sexy just a minute ago."
"It went…ah…away!" She whimpered as another hard thrust broke through her own control. "Shitshitshit!"
"Sounds like you're getting close again, how lovely," the man purred, snapping his hips a little faster. Buggy's entire body was sliding with the force of his thrusts now, her breasts bouncing with each movement; he could see that it was all she could do to keep herself the least bit stable. His cock felt amazing, the friction spurring the arousal roiling in his belly. He hoped that Buggy was close as he thought she was because he wasn't going to last much longer. He leaned down to breathe into her ear, "Want me to cum in you?"
She gasped an immediate, "Yes…!" and then mumbled something about that being one of the only places he ever came. He gave her thigh a light smack for being cheeky and went back to ravishing her.
"You feel amazing…I'm going to cum soon too," he panted,
"God…you feel…good!" One of her hands detached and her fingers feathered through his hair before slipping down his neck and resting over his heart. She felt his heartbeat, knowing that hers matched its rapid tempo. "Cum i-in me, Sh-Shanks. God, please!"
Her cracked, desperate pleas put him over the edge. The man grunted with effort, quickening his thrusts one last time as he ravaged his lover. Buggy couldn't even form words anymore as he reached deep inside her. It didn't take much…one…two…three thrusts and he was cumming as her insides fluttered around him. He groaned, letting his head tip back as his desire rushed out of him and into her. Feeling his hot cum inside her set the woman off too and her release slammed through her body. She keened, arching her back beautifully and clamping down on his cock harshly. Her legs locked him in place as they stiffened with her release and Shanks barely managed to rub her thigh comfortingly as they both experienced their releases.
Unexpectedly, Buggy's torso split and flew up to the man and her lips crashed against his. He wrapped his arm around her back to hold her in place and she threw her arms around his neck. She was trembling, so vulnerable, clinging to him like she was never going to let go. Shanks was in the odd position of still filling her lower body with his cock but also hugging her detached upper body while upright, but it wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever happened to them. It was just the way things were sometimes – Buggy was never boring. They clung to each other as they rode out their orgasms and it wasn't until Shanks' knees nearly buckled that the woman let go and reattached her torso. The redhead then pulled out of her, getting a whine as Buggy felt the loss of him, and collapsed on the bed next to her. He glanced over at his lover and smiled at her open-mouthed expression and half-lidded eyes. She looked really far gone into her pleasure and that was so gratifying to him.
"That's a satisfied look if I ever saw one."
Buggy cracked her eyes open. "I'm not moving for at least an hour."
"A good fucking will do that." But then she closed her eyes and looked that she was going to go to sleep right there. "At least get under the covers first, dummy."
"Don't call me 'dummy,' dummy." Without further argument, the exhausted pair dragged themselves all the way onto the bed and fumbled with the sheets for several moments before sliding in a getting settled. Buggy cuddled into his chest like she did every night and let her legs tangle with his. The man draped his arm across his lover's waist and tucked her head below his chin. Buggy was so content and sated that she started to drift off. However, before she fell asleep, she remembered something important.
"So, what are we going to do about my crew?" she asked, realizing that they'd never figured out an answer.
Shanks thought for a moment. "Well, you don't have to leave, do you? We can just hang out and party."
She rolled her eyes at him and yawned, "Always partying."
"Nothing wrong with that."
"Is that all you think about?"
"No," he replied honestly. "I think about you a lot more." Buggy's tears unexpectedly came back, springing to her eyes and flowing down her cheeks happily. Shanks got flustered again, thinking that he'd said something wrong. "Shit, are you crying?"
"I'm sorry, I can't help it!" she sniffed, wiping away her tears. His thumb wiped them away too, and when more came, he kissed those ones away. "I'm just so happy! You love me!"
"I do love you," he murmured, pressing his cheek to her forehead. "I love you with all of my heart."
He let his love cry as much as she needed and by the time Buggy's tears dried up, she was extremely tired and yawned again. Sleepily, her brain switched back to thinking about her crew and she mumbled, "I wonder what my old crew is going to think of all the strays I picked up." She chuckled, imagining their shocked faces.
"I was surprised, that's for sure." Shanks laughed too. "I couldn't believe that you'd gotten so many men to fall in love with you."
"They're not in love with me, they just admire my greatness."
"And give you trouble."
"Damn straight." He kissed her hair and she kissed the stubble of his jaw. He then tipped his head down and gave her a chaste kiss.
They both settled back down and several minutes passed in silence. Just as the bluenette was about to fall completely asleep, Shanks spoke up again.
"Hey, Buggy?"
"Yeah?" she answered groggily.
"I love you."
"Love you too."
A few minutes passed before Shanks whispered again.
"Hey, Buggs?"
"Mmm?" she only made a noise this time.
"I love you."
"…you too."
A few more minutes passed before Shanks whispered again.
"Hey, love bug?"
This time, Buggy snapped. "ARE YOU GOING TO SAY IT AGAIN?! BECAUSE IF YOU DO, I'M GOING TO SMACK YOU! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!"
The boneheaded man just laughed at her outburst. "But I love saying it!"
"Then say it to yourself!"
"But I love saying it to you." Buggy blushed as he looked deeply into her wide eyes. "Because I love you."
"You're sappy," she muttered, covering up the fact that she liked it when he was a little sappy. He just smiled cheekily back at her and didn't say anything else. Until a few minutes later.
"Hey Buggy."
The woman restrained a groan. "I'm loathe to ask, 'What?'"
"Be mine?" His words echoed back to her first day on his ship when he asked her to be his. So much had changed since then – she was a slightly different person than she was before, but Buggy remembered her answer and smiled as she gave it again.
"I'll never be fully yours," she teased, shoving a pillow into his face. "But you can try if you want."
He pulled the pillow off and gave her the warmest expression. "I intend to, no matter how much trouble you are, love." The man then pulled her into his embrace again and gave her a searing kiss. When they parted, he rested his forehead on her and said, "Because you are worth every bit of trouble, Buggy."
Tears pricked hotly at the bluenette's eyes and she buried her face in his bare chest so that he wouldn't see them. "You better not regret it. Once I treasure something, I don't let it go."
Shanks had seen her tears but let her believe that he hadn't. "I won't regret it, ever." He kissed her hair lovingly and murmured, "Don't let me go."
Later that night when Shanks got up to go to the bathroom, he was giggling to himself like a giddy schoolboy. He just couldn't wrap his head around Buggy saying that he loved him; this whole thing really was like a dream! He was so caught up in remembering everything they'd said and done that night, that he was completely unaware that he had an audience: Benn was on watch, smoking a cigarette while hanging out on a roof. The first mate watched his captain with a raised eyebrow and confused expression but then smiled when he heard, "She said she loved me and treasured me!" followed by more happy laughter.
"Finally," the first mate sighed once his captain had disappeared and he was alone again. "Heavens, they're all over each other enough, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner." Then his smile got bigger. "I knew they'd get there someday." The man tucked his hands behind his head and kept an eye on the sea and the ship that was slowly but surely catching up to them.
To be Continued...
A/N: And there you go! There was so much cuteness in this chapter that I almost couldn't handle it :3 Until next time!
